When the bus disappeared at the end of the road, Butler Jin retracted his worried gaze and boarded the bus with more than ten members of the Tai family. In the car, the white-haired old man closed his eyes and began to recuperate. In name, he was Tai Zhiyuan's personal butler, but in reality, he had a lot of power in his hands. There were several groups that were directly responsible to him. At this moment, the old man had a feeling of depression and anxiety that he couldn't get rid of. However, there was also a faint sense of pride. These feelings were all because of Tai Zhiyuan's choice.
"Maybe history will judge me to be wrong, but I … will never admit that I was wrong." On the night when Tai Zhiyuan decided to join the 2nd Military Region instead of going to the frontlines in the West Woods, he smiled and said this in front of Lady Tai and Butler Jin. This was the confession of the Deputy Minister of National Defense, Yang Jingsong, before he died.
Because of the Linhai State Gymnasium incident, seven officers from the 2nd Military Region committed suicide. The Deputy Minister of National Defense also committed suicide. Although the entire Federation was very satisfied with the agreement between Representative Pabre and Green Dragon Mountain, within the military, there were still some unfriendly feelings towards the Tai family.
Even though Tai Zhiyuan knew that it was a dangerous place, he still insisted on going there. On one hand, as the successor of the Tai family, he really admired those soldiers who tried to assassinate him. On the other hand, he knew very well that only by being in the same position for a few years could the soldiers of the 2nd Military Region truly resolve their resentment towards the Tai family. He would definitely step onto the political stage in the future, so he had to resolve the issue with the 2nd Military Region very well.
Without a doubt, this was a very risky decision. That was why the wrinkles beside Butler Jin's tightly shut eyes showed his worry. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the phone in his hand with a gaze that seemed to be able to see through people's thoughts. He thought about the call that his young master received before he left and frowned.
The call was from Xu Le. Butler Jin had no idea that Zou Yu was pregnant. All he could think about was Xu Le, the seemingly ordinary young man. From the old man's point of view, Xu Le had always possessed a kind of craftiness or intuition that belonged to the lower class. This ability had always been hidden under that calm and sincere face, which made the old man feel a little uneasy.
Being the Young Master's friend would definitely bring more benefits than being his subordinate. This was not a difficult question, but very few people could see it clearly and dared to bet on it.
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Spring in the Capital Special District was so gentle. Whether it was the wind on the streets, the rain in the afternoon, the sun at dusk, or the flowers that were just beginning to stretch their waists, they were all moving slowly and delicately, without a hint of wild enthusiasm.
A black car with an ordinary license plate without a logo slowly moved along the streets. In the driver's seat, Xu Le, who was wearing a military uniform, squinted his eyes and observed the Capital's streets outside the car window. He saw many buildings that he had only seen in postcards. These buildings were of different styles, but they all exuded a faint sense of solemnity. This was the core political district of the Human Federation for tens of thousands of years. It seemed that every brick and every metal wall reflected the light of history and glory, and breathed in the aura of authority and solemnity.
When he was mixing in with the orphans in the Donglin District, Xu Le never thought that his life's dream would come true one day. He could actually drive a car and slowly drive in the most central district of the Human Federation, and he was also one of these people. However, after his dream became reality, his original dream had already changed. The goal he was looking for was no longer the same as it was in the beginning.
A faint sense of oppression enveloped his heart, making his breathing a little uncomfortable. Subconsciously, he tugged at the button on his collar.
It had been a few days, but he still hadn't gotten used to the military uniform he was wearing. After a day of training at the Shell Motor Company, he became an official staff member of the Shell Motor Corporation Research Institute. However, he didn't expect that after entering the Federation, he would have to take on a military position. Although it was only a civilian officer, he was under the dual management of the company and the Ministry of Defense. Today, Xu Le was already a first lieutenant in the Federation …
Life was really a wonderful thing. Back then, passing the mechanic officer exam of the Ministry of Defense or joining the Shell Motor Company were two of Xu Le's dreams. Now, it seemed that in a sense, he had realized these two dreams at the same time. However, because of the death of Uncle Feng Yu, Zhang Xiaomeng's death, and many other things that happened after that, he had long lost his initial yearning and respect for the Federation government and the military.
Following Hawking Avenue and bypassing the thick and cold building of the Ministry of Finance, the black car drove toward the northern suburbs of the capital. When it passed by an extremely quiet intersection, Xu Le's eyes narrowed. His pupils contracted slightly, but he didn't slow down the speed of the car in the slightest.
It was a road that was rumored to have no exits. At the end of the road was the mysterious Bureau of Proclamation. The sign at the intersection didn't say anything, only a few lines of warning and control.
The back of Xu Le's neck went slightly numb at this moment, as if there was a chill rising from his heart. His brows furrowed, and he mobilized the scorching heat in his body to circulate around his body, driving the chill out. He knew that it wasn't that something had happened to his chip at this moment and that the omnipotent central computer of the Bureau of Proclamation had discovered something. It was the greatest fear in his heart that made it difficult for him to calm down.
The mysterious Bureau of Proclamation was the existence that Xu Le feared the most in the Federation. However, he also felt that one day, he would drive a car along that road that had no exits and have some sort of relationship with the Bureau of Proclamation.
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The car with a pass on it easily passed through the entrance control of the First Military Academy of the Federation. It went around the quiet passageway beside the lotus pond and passed through two checks before arriving at the third department of the Shell Motor Company Research Institute.
When Xu Le first came to the research institute, he also felt that it was a bit strange. He didn't expect the third department of the Shell Motor Company Research Institute to be located on the campus of the First Military Academy. Later, he gradually understood that the Husk Institute was a very liberal department. The main research topics were all research and development with well-known professors from various universities … Therefore, the Shell Motor Company simply set up a few research institute branches in various universities to facilitate the work of the old professors.
It was also because of this reason that the Federation government required the staff in the research institute to be transferred to military positions in order to strengthen their control of this area. Of course, the old professors were excluded.
Walking from the parking lot to the quiet building, the contact between the insulating material floor and the soles of the military boots made monotonous sounds. Xu Le took a piece of bread and ate it as he walked towards his own area. In the long corridor, he only met two colleagues. They just nodded and greeted each other before leaving.
The research institute of the Shell Motor Company gathered the top talents in the entire Federation. Excellent scholars and experts could be found everywhere. In the most important department of the Federation, all the staff were focused on their own research. Therefore, the usual greetings were extremely rare.
In the past ten days, Xu Le had already gotten used to this kind of atmosphere. Coincidentally, he was also a person who was as quiet as gold, so he actually liked it. However, he didn't notice that the two researchers who walked past him turned around and looked at him with sympathy in their eyes.
He took out the electronic door card and opened the heavy door. In front of the second door, his whole body was scanned by a light blue light, especially by the chip. After his access was approved, the real door opened. A large operation room that looked like a warehouse appeared in front of Xu Le's eyes.
From the most precise bald head tools to the largest alloy cutting equipment, from the Federation's most powerful processor to a storage device that was about the size of three bookshelves and stored a large amount of blueprints and data … everything that appeared in front of Xu Le's eyes was completely in line with his life's ideals. However, he didn't know why, but there wasn't a trace of excitement on his face. Instead, there was a faint sense of tiredness.
The equipment was covered in a layer of dust. The images displayed on the holographic screen on the table were constantly changing. The faint sound of electrical current in the storage device was so beautiful. Xu Le stared blankly at all this and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
The automatic dust removal device hadn't been used for a long time. The equipment in this warehouse was so expensive, but it was placed so casually. Xu Le shook his head. If he had enough time, relying on the manufacturing equipment, data, and materials here, he was even confident that he could assemble a mecha … However, he didn't have the time to do this. He didn't even have the time to clean this room.
Pulling out a piece of paper, he wiped the table and carefully placed the remaining half of the bread on the clean table. Xu Le took off his military uniform and threw it on a chair. Then, as if warming up before a fight, he moved his neck and the joints of his hands. Taking a deep breath, he squatted in front of the table and stared at the image on the table.
The display terminal of the warehouse's computer was on this table. It was about one meter wide and two and a half meters long. The image on the screen rotated slowly, giving people a very comfortable visual enjoyment.
However, Xu Le was as cautious as if he was facing the cruelest enemy in his life.
Right at this moment, an old and calm voice rang out in the warehouse. It was calm but spoke quickly. This voice didn't greet Xu Le and directly issued a work order.
"Second, three sets of incompatible data."
"Laser state transition diagram."
"QED data."
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A dozen orders were issued in a row. Xu Le listened in silence. His hands had already begun to move quickly on the table. From the massive amount of data in the internal memory, he found an entry that matched the requirements. However, because the data requested by the voice was final data, the fields involved were the most cutting-edge fields in the Federation's scientific community that hadn't matured yet, so there was no ready-made data.
He looked for suitable mathematical tools, borrowed the computer's powerful computing power, and summarized the data. According to the other party's request, he carried out the final image process. In other words, Xu Le's current job was to use the shortest amount of time to convert the complex and complex data system into simple data support that could be easily used to draw conclusions.
Half an hour later, Xu Le finally finished the first task. His fingertips pressed the light block on the table and sent the result over. However, he didn't even have time to wipe the sweat off his forehead before he immediately started the second task.
From the first day he entered the research institute, Xu Le was engaged in this kind of boring and boring work. He finally understood why the research institute suddenly had the idea of snatching people from the Shell Spring Recruitment. This kind of research processing role was really not easy. Even with Xu Le's physical strength and brain power, he almost couldn't handle it. The owner of the old voice wasn't Professor Shen, who went to the Shell Motor Company to snatch people. It was Professor Shen's father … An old monster who was respectfully called Old Shen by the research institute staff … An old monster.
Only Old Shen and Xu Le were in this storage room of the third division of the research institute. It was said that during the peak of the research period, there were a total of more than ten research assistants in this storage room. However, in the end, not a single one of them was able to persevere. They all requested to be transferred away. A few of them even resigned to go through strict military scrutiny to leave the Husk Institute.
Xu Le mechanically and numbly organized the data, but his mind was thinking about other things. He knew that Professor Shen's research direction was in the field of quantum measurable dynamics … The problem was that all the experts in the Federation agreed that this was a dead end. There would never be an exit, just like the special road that led to the Bureau of Proclamation.
There was no time to research the chip, to come into contact with the Federation's most mysterious Charter technology. He couldn't even personally touch the mechanical aspects of mecha battleships. All day long, he was faced with this vague data that he couldn't even understand. Accompanying an eccentric old professor to research something that would never yield results … Xu Le suddenly had doubts about his own choice.
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