The tiny piece of porcelain slid across her porcelain-like face. In fact, it didn't make any sound, but when this scene fell into the eyes of Xu Le and Zou You, they seemed to have heard the most heart-trembling movement.
The young girl's face was like jade, cold as ice, and a trace of blood suddenly appeared. There was no woman who didn't care about her appearance. Although the wound under her ear couldn't be considered disfigurement, the meaning behind it successfully shocked everyone present.
Zou Yu used such an extremely cold action to tell everyone present that she was now a madwoman and that she wasn't afraid of death. How could a person who wasn't even afraid of death be influenced by others?
Xu Le and Zou You felt cold all over. They stared blankly at her face and listened to her faint smile as she spoke. Their hearts tightened a bit, and they felt the temperature in the tea house drop a bit.
Zou You's face was pale, and his two fists hanging by the side of his military uniform were tightly clenched. He couldn't speak of his heartache, anger, and fear. Only today did he realize that the sister in front of him, who was doted on by her family, could actually be so valiant. Brother and sister were connected by heart. Looking at the wound and blood on her face, he unconsciously took a step forward. However, in the end, he stopped under Zou Yu's cold gaze.
"Hurry and take her to the hospital." Zou You roared at Xu Le in a hurry and anger.
Xu Le helped Zou Yu walk out of the tea house. Zou Yu's hand, which was stained with blood, gently stroked her slightly bulging belly. She smiled and raised her chin slightly with indescribable pride and disdain.
The soldiers who had been knocked to the ground in the tea house finally stood up with difficulty. They frowned and looked at the back of the young man who disappeared through the door. Countless thoughts turned in their minds. They knew that Xu Le's actions were very measured, otherwise they would never be able to stand up again. Moreover, the soldiers of the Federation admired people with strong strength the most. To be able to knock down so many of them in such a short period of time, of course, he was not an ordinary person.
They suddenly thought that if the young miss followed such a man, it wouldn't be too bad.
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On the ultra-thin LED screen in the living room of the apartment, the 24-hour news was being broadcasted. The most important event of the 67th year of the constitutional calendar was, of course, the presidential election. Although the election had not yet reached its climax, the seven presidential candidates had already begun to seize every opportunity to appear in public. They explained their political program to the voters of the Federation, expressed their views on various aspects, and tirelessly tried to shape their image.
Without a doubt, Senator Pabre and Governor Ross of Jingzhou, who were currently leading in the polls, had become the most likely candidates for the next president in the eyes of the media and the public. Their attention and focus were placed on these two competitors. Now that the Federation had reached a great internal reconciliation and united against the threat of the Empire, these two people, who each had the Green Dragon Mountain Reconciliation Agreement and the support of the majority of the people in the four provinces, had already left their competitors in the dust.
Xu Le sat in an armchair and watched the news with narrowed eyes. His attention was not on Pabre, who had a dark complexion, although he admired this politician from his hometown. He only stared closely at the old man beside Governor Ross, who had a calm expression and looked very trustworthy.
Senator Medellin.
It was Senator Medellin's sudden participation in the war that allowed Governor Ross to gain the support of the majority of the people in the four provinces. This Federation Senator, who was born in the anti-government army, had an unshakable position in the hearts of the people in the four provinces.
In the Linhai Gymnasium incident, a total of 37 innocent people died. A total of 119 Tai family security personnel and military assassins were killed. After the investigation, another 14 people either committed suicide or were killed. Shi Qinghai's most respected teacher committed suicide by jumping off a building. He also became a fugitive of the Federation, who could not see the light of day. Zhang Xiaomeng became a piece of smoke in the flames in the sky of S2.
Xu Le silently watched the well-respected old man on the news. He kept repeating the numbers in his heart, and the pain that he would never forget. All kinds of people died. Zhang Xiaomeng was dead. Shi Qinghai was missing. His woman and his child were right behind him. And the culprit behind all of this was this senator on the screen.
However, in the political environment of the Federation, even if there was no indirect evidence, neither the Federation government nor the Tai family could expose Senator Medellin's hidden cruelty. If they wanted to try and carry out this task, they could only become this person's political propaganda and capital to incite the people. Moreover, within the Federation, who knew how many forces were secretly supporting this old man who could bring them the position of President.
Xu Le's eyebrows gradually furrowed. He gradually calmed down and turned off the television. He turned his head and looked at Zou Yu, who was lying on the sofa and was about to fall asleep. At this time, the right side of Zou Yu's face was wrapped in snow-white gauze. Her eyes were tightly shut, and she looked exceptionally weak.
But Xu Le finally understood why this pregnant girl, who was not yet 20 years old, always liked to wear red. It turned out that under her cold and arrogant appearance, there was a burning red heart. The word "weak" would never belong to her.
The porcelain shard that fell on her delicate skin was not deep. After a simple treatment at the hospital, they returned home without any stitches. The emergency doctor only applied a layer of biological glue to confirm that there was no major problem. Even if there was a scar, it would not be too deep. After a few skin treatments, Zou Yu's face would no longer have a scar.
Although it was not deep, the scene was still hair-raising. When Xu Le saw the wound, he understood that as long as this girl in red made up her mind, she would not care about anyone's objections. She used the blood on her face to warn her family that she did not care about things like life. So Xu Le's mood was a little depressed. If he had known earlier, perhaps he would not have been so deeply involved in this matter … He furrowed his brows as he thought about it. The young lady in front of him was so cruel to others and to herself. Perhaps she only wanted to use the child in her womb to express her resistance to her many years of environment and betrayal to her family. She did not care who the child was.
As if she felt the two calm and profound gazes, Zou Yu's eyelashes fluttered and she woke up. She leaned against the soft sofa and looked at Xu Le with a complicated expression. She opened her mouth and said, "You don't seem to be in a good mood."
"Right now, your body does not only belong to you."
"What's mine is mine. I'm not your friend's rogue official's birth machine." Zou Yu's gaze was a little angry. She was now very sensitive to hearing such words. Xu Le's always silent and calm attitude made her feel like she was a hen, and Xu Le, who had lived with her for the past few days, was like a farmer raising chickens. All he cared about was the eggs he laid!
Hearing Zou Yu's sharp and angry criticism, for some reason, Xu Le's heart also began to accumulate a ball of violent emotions. After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "At least … this body is not a means for you to express your attitude of betrayal."
Everyone had their own sensitive spots. Zou Yu's was sensitive to the relationship between eggs and hens. Xu Le's was sensitive to words like betraying his family and searching for himself. He did not like these words. In fact, he was pained by these words. In his short twenty years of life, the girl he had the deepest relationship with had sacrificed herself for her ideals and died because of betrayal.
Zou Yu heard the faint bitterness and pain in Xu Le's words. She saw longing and sadness in Xu Le's eyes. She knew this young man was thinking of Zhang Xiaomeng, so she closed her mouth and did not say anything more.
"I am a person who is not muddle-headed when it comes to important matters." Xu Le suddenly defined himself. "But on many small matters, my choices seem very foolish and very naive. Including your matter … What does it have to do with me? Why do I do this? I just want the right to exist and the wrong to disappear. Perhaps it won't change anything, but at least I want to change the people around me. "
He stood up, looking a little lonely, and walked towards the bathroom. Those who committed murder and arson still talked with confidence and assurance. Those who were born rich did not care about their own lives. The people in the mining area lived in silence, but they forced themselves to be optimistic. There had always been a lot of unfairness in this world. Xu Le knew this, and he thought he had long been used to it. However, like a tree that kept swaying in the wind, his heart could not calm down. Day after day, he worked in the research institute and accompanied a pregnant woman who had nothing to do with him. He felt very powerless, as if there was nothing he could do.
The situation changed the next day.
When the black car without a logo drove into the First Military Academy, it went through several layers of chip scanning and authorization verification before it once again entered the familiar and empty laboratory. Xu Le stood in front of the table in a daze, looking at the row of characters reflecting the light.
Professor Shen was sick and was admitted to the Air Force General Hospital. Today, Xu Le was the only one left in the laboratory. He stood in front of the table blankly for more than ten seconds. He did not see the urgent commands on the table. He no longer needed to quickly extract data, calculate the data, and send it to Professor Shen like how he operated the mecha … There was no bustle, no sweat, and no soreness. There was only the slight sound of the ventilation system above the quiet laboratory. Xu Le was not used to it for a while.
However, after being stunned for more than ten seconds, a smile appeared on his ordinary and amiable face. Today, this laboratory belonged to him.
His slender and steady fingers moved across the large holographic screen on the table and sent several commands to the central control computer in the laboratory. The ventilation system of the laboratory was adjusted to level three. The utility hatch, which had been closed for a long time, opened. The self-cleaning machine began to drive out and began to clean.
A few days ago, he had already prepared the materials for repair. Professor Shen's laboratory had a large database capacity and stored all kinds of automatic tools and materials. Although he did not know why these things were needed for purely theoretical research, Xu Le knew that he needed them very much.
He had not held a metal tool for a long time. The heavy feeling made Xu Le feel close to it. It only took him more than ten minutes to repair the large dust removal equipment at the back of the laboratory. Along with the continuous buzzing sound of electric current, the fine dust in the space that absorbed natural sunlight and light began to reduce at a speed visible to the naked eye.
While waiting for the dust to be removed, Xu Le returned to the holographic screen table. He narrowed his eyes and began to quickly browse through the laboratory database. With the foundation of these ten days of work, his familiarity with the database had reached an astonishing level. There were a total of twenty-one index trees, and he only opened six of them before he found what he was looking for.
The transmission of bioelectric current in the B-type material data line.
The interaction system between the microchip and the human neuron.
Xu Le looked at the titles of the two folders and his eyes suddenly lit up. What he was most concerned about was the mysterious power in his body and the identity chip behind his neck. In front of him were two pieces of information that had been forgotten by the scientists of the Federation. For him, they were like two giant pieces of cake.
After quickly skimming through the titles of the two folders, Xu Le closed his eyes and sorted out the information in his mind. Finally, he opened his eyes and sighed softly. Regarding the technology of microchips, the research institute of the Nutshell Mobility Company certainly had some achievements. Especially the database of the research institute, which was shared with a few major military academies and the Academy of Science. Xu Le found a lot of things, but these microchip technologies were mainly focused on the application microchip. Whether it was the structure of battle armor, mecha, or base network, they were all cold metal structures.
What Xu Le really cared about was the identity chip. The kind of chip that could emit weak pulses on its own. There was no trace of it in the database. Xu Le was not disappointed because he knew very well that this chip technology was not very useful for the entire Federation except for positioning and identification of information fragments. However, it was this chip that was related to the mysterious Bureau of Proclamation and the omnipresent First Charter …
With his access level, it was impossible for him to access the information that was strictly blocked by the Bureau of Proclamation. Even the internal database of the military did not have this information.
Xu Le turned his attention to another aspect. At this time, the dusting in the laboratory had finished, but the level of dust in the transparent operation room on the left was still decreasing. Xu Le seized this time, and with the help of the computer, he took out the type B transmission material he needed and waited silently outside the operation room.
With a beep, the dust removal was finished.
After putting on the gray operation suit, Xu Le narrowed his eyes through the electronic mirror and automatic mechanical equipment. He carefully and calmly turned on the micro-current simulation generator and silently watched the data feedback on the light screen.
"Pass rate … wear rate …"
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