Rats?
The Federation was practically at their doorstep, ready to attack. Why bother with the rats in District 25?
Carol naturally knew Jonas wasn't talking about the gray rats beside the trash cans, but the troublemakers lurking around District 25.
These elements usually stayed out of sight, hiding in various places and secretly feeding information to outsiders. With District 25 and the Federation now preparing for open war, quite a few had been rooted out. Some remained, but they weren't as brazen as before.
All the organizations in District 25, large and small, were now bound together. They would essentially prosper or suffer as one, yet some people still sneaked all kinds of intelligence out.
But surely most of those rats had already been cleared out...
She opened her Communicator and found that there was indeed an email from the Alt Conglomerate.
Carol opened the email. It began with the Alt Conglomerate's usual greeting, then went straight to its terms, without the piles of irrelevant nonsense other conglomerates included.
Those terms, however, rather surprised Carol.
"Something's wrong. Why are these terms so normal?"
What shocked her wasn't how harsh the terms were, but how reasonable they were.
The email stated that the Alt Conglomerate would not arbitrarily interfere with the Arbitration Bureau's operations and would provide a measure of support and assistance. In exchange, it hoped the Arbitration Bureau would put in more effort and pay greater attention to security in District 25.
Though it said District 25, in reality, keeping the Alt Conglomerate's property safe would suffice.
After reading through the whole thing, she couldn't find a single excessive demand!
How was that possible! Was this really Jonas? What timeline had this District 25 and Alt Conglomerate come from? This was ridiculous!
Carol slapped her cheeks hard. After confirming