The moment he saw Jian Shui'er, Xu Le's heart, which had been heavy for the past year, gradually opened a door. He naturally thought of everything that had happened in the Donglin District, and realized that he had never forgotten. That was his past. No matter whose identity the chip behind his neck was impersonating, he was still Xu Le.
A smile appeared on his ordinary face, and he quietly looked at the purple-haired girl who was singing the last song. "I have to live well in the future," he said.
Tai Zhiyuan frowned slightly and looked at him. "I never realized that someone as honest as you actually had the potential to be a philosopher. You only saw your idol, but you actually managed to connect it with how to live. "
"That's because people like you don't know how difficult it is to live." Xu Le smiled. His pair of thick eyebrows, which were raised like throwing knives, began to emit a youthful vigor.
The cheers in the stadium were cut off by the wide floor-to-ceiling glass, reducing the frenzied atmosphere by quite a bit. Jian Shui'er, who had already returned backstage, had no intention of returning. Under the soothing accompaniment of the closing song and the soft lighting, the citizens of Linhai City began to reluctantly leave the stadium. Xu Le looked at the venue that retreated like a tide under the window. He was calm and silent. Although he didn't really see Jian Shui 'er and didn't have close contact with her, he was already very satisfied.
He subconsciously took a deep breath, as if he wanted to firmly engrave the memories of today in his mind, so that he could tell Uncle and Li Wei in his dreams. A faint fragrance wafted into his nostrils. It was the Thousand-Star Flower Tree, which was as tall as a person, gently accompanying the youth.
The soil in the flower tree was covered with a layer of small white stones.
Right at this moment, the door to the luxurious private room opened. Ying Zhiyuan placed the wine glass in his hand by the window and was about to put on his coat and leave when a trace of doubt suddenly appeared between his brows. This was because he noticed that Butler Jin, who had pushed open the door and entered, had an ugly expression on his face. This loyal subordinate who had followed his family for many years had always been calm and collected, and he rarely displayed such emotions. What happened?
"The staff of the Federation Investigation Bureau's Linhai Field Office stationed at the Radio Management Committee found an abnormal current wave near the stadium," Butler Jin looked at Tai Zhiyuan and said softly.
Xu Le had already turned around, but he didn't understand what had happened. The Radio Management Committee was responsible for monitoring the television broadcast. What did the abnormal current wave have to do with people like him?
Butler Jin quickly continued, "It should be some kind of heat current emitted by some large equipment, but it was hidden in the signal band of the satellite, so it wasn't easy to find..
At that moment, the door of the luxury box was pushed open again, and the group of black-clad agents from the Special Task Force entered in a line with vigilant expressions. The leader of the agents said in a deep voice, "The Special Task Force has received news that there are some problems in Linhai today."
After saying this, the leader of the agents, who was about 40 years old, tilted his head and listened carefully to the voice in his earpiece. He then looked up and said directly, "We must evacuate immediately."
A tense atmosphere suddenly filled the entire luxury box. The agents of the Special Task Force began to contact their colleagues outside the stadium and began to file a report. Their hands were already on the holsters at their waists. The two agents at the door poked their heads out and looked around vigilantly.
Xu Le was shocked. He didn't expect to be involved in such an incident right after watching Jian Shui'er's concert. Then, his eyebrows twitched slightly because he noticed a strange phenomenon in the room. His right hand, which was hanging by his side, slowly lowered and touched the edge of the flower tree.
Hearing the leader of the agents, Tai Zhiyuan didn't move. He put his jacket on his left arm and looked at Butler Jin quietly. Last night, Butler Jin had already warned him that some forces were starting to become restless. However, he thought that in the Federation society, which was ruled by law, those families wouldn't have the guts to carry out an assassination in broad daylight. Moreover, he had always had good security around him, and not many people knew that he was going to watch the concert today. Therefore, he followed the scheduled schedule and came.
"It's possible … that hot-start noise that we heard … could be from a military mecha." Butler Jin glanced at Tai Zhiyuan worriedly.
This judgment immediately increased the tension in the luxury box. Federation mecha were strictly controlled by the military. If someone wanted to harm Tai Zhiyuan and actually used a military mecha, it could only mean that the other party's power was unfathomable. More importantly, this was an extremely rare violent method in the strange political history of the Federation, which meant that the other party was crazy.
Xu Le stood silently behind Tai Zhiyuan. After hearing this news, a heavy weight weighed down on his heart. He looked at Tai Zhiyuan quietly, not knowing what this friend of his had done to make some people … want to assassinate him at all costs.
Fortunately, the Tai family's security measures were airtight, and with the cooperation of the Federation government, they were able to monitor the situation in advance. The capital had also given a clear warning. At this time, the people in the box reacted in advance and should be able to leave in time.
The two agents at the door of the box held guns in both hands and walked out of the heavy door calmly with their bodies slightly lowered. They began to confirm the safety of the corridor. In the box, a few Special Task Force agents in black suits had already taken out their standard handguns from their holsters and started to push the safety pins with the thumbs of their right hands.
At this moment, more than a dozen extremely shrill sounds of something breaking through the air rang out. More than a dozen hard white stones all smashed into the face of one of the agents. With a loud bang, the agent's face was covered in blood. Blood splattered everywhere!
With a muffled grunt, the agent opened fire with the handgun in his hand. He opened fire at Tai Zhiyuan!
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Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. A series of rapid and crisp gunshots rang out in the luxurious box. The gunshots of the agents, which had been processed, were crisp but not loud. It was more like the sound of soybeans being fried. After the crackling sounds stopped, the box returned to silence. Only the low sound of gunshots still produced a faint echo in the room.
The faint smell of gunfire filled the air.
The agent's body lay on the floor in a pool of blood. He had been shot at least four times. His face was badly mangled by the stones, and one of his eyeballs had burst open.
The 40-year-old Special Task Force leader lowered the muzzle of his gun and looked around the room. He confirmed that the last shot that the agent had fired had only grazed Tai Zhiyuan's body and shot into the wall. Only one of his team members had been hit in the thigh by a stray bullet. It was not fatal. Only then did he let out a sigh of relief.
The Special Task Force agents reacted quickly when they were suddenly attacked by a mole. They killed that person in the shortest amount of time. However, the Special Task Force leader stared blankly at the body in the pool of blood. He could not believe his eyes. He asked softly, "Ballmer, this … Why?"
The Special Task Force agents were all vetted countless times to confirm their absolute loyalty to the Federation and the law. Only then were they qualified to be personal bodyguards. Why this agent named Ballmer shot at Tai Zhiyuan and when he was bribed to become an assassin had become a mystery.
Even if he was still alive, there was no way he could answer these questions. Under the glory of the first charter, he had assassinated the heir of the Tai family. His fate had long been sealed. Therefore, the Special Task Force leader could not understand how his team member had become a criminal.
"We need to evacuate immediately." The Special Task Force leader reported the incident in the private room to his team members through the intercom. At the same time, he changed the evacuation plan. He looked at Tai Zhiyuan and said in a heavy tone, "There is a mole, and the evacuation route is no longer a secret."
The Special Task Force leader reported the news of Ballmer's betrayal to the Special Task Force officers as quickly as possible. Then, he raised his head and looked deeply at the young man by the window. He should have been grateful to the young man for not letting Tai Zhiyuan die and not letting his team of agents become criminals of the Federation. However, his feelings were very complicated and strange. This was because the young man had discovered Ballmer's problem earlier than him and the other professionals. Furthermore, he had only used a handful of stones to interfere with Ballmer's shooting.
Beside the floor-to-ceiling window, Xu Le's chest kept rising and falling. He was still in a state of nervousness and fear. There were a few white stones scattered around his feet. He thought that if his reaction had been slightly slower, Tai Zhiyuan would have been a dead man by now.
From the moment the special agent named Ballmer entered the private room, Xu Le had noticed his abnormality. This was because this was the special agent who had checked on him outside the private room at the beginning. This special agent actually did not find the stun baton he had hidden in his boots. It was either the special agent's professionalism was extremely poor, or he had something very important on his mind at the time and missed this part of it.
Special Task Force agents were responsible for protecting the president and some important political figures. How could they have such poor professionalism? However, what really made Xu Le wary was this agent's reaction after he had entered the private room. When Butler Jin had mentioned that a military mecha might have already been activated in the vicinity of the gymnasium, this agent had remained as calm as the other agents. However, he appeared to be too calm, so calm that not a trace of doubt or shock could be seen in his eyes...
Uncle Feng Yu had once exclaimed that Xu Le had the gift of being able to read people's minds. Throughout his years as a mechanic, he had developed a pair of keen and observational eyes. In the shortest amount of time, he could notice even the slightest changes around him.
Therefore, when he saw the special agents take out their pistols and start to push the safety pins, his eyes began to narrow nervously. When he noticed the special agent named Ballmer push the safety pin with his thumb, the muzzle of the gun started to move in an extremely inconspicuous manner. When he secretly aimed it at Tai Zhiyuan, he moved. Even if it was a misunderstanding, he had to move.
His right hand, which was hanging by the side of the flowerpot, grabbed a handful of small white stones. The burning sensation in his body and behind his waist surged and turned into a powerful trembling force. It traveled from his skin to his palm, and he threw it out with all his might.
The white stones were mixed with the mysterious power in his body. At that moment, they became as sharp as bullets. Thus, there was an additional corpse on the floor of the private room. Its eyes were split open, and its face was mangled.
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