Why did the whistle of the 37th Constitutional Era make a whistling sound? The Harbor City Tourism Bureau wanted to add a retro style to the high-speed rail. It was said that this was a political achievement that Governor Ross was very proud of. Didn't anyone say that the passageways and huts that were deliberately painted in the color of logs were ugly?
Harbor City was the largest and most prosperous city in the Federation. The early morning wind blew through the wide streets, the towering buildings, the dense viaducts and light rail, and the sleepy young men and women. Where did they come from? From the absurdity of the night?
If it was night time, what kind of lights would this huge city shine under the clouds? Would it be like a monster? At this time, the cement and glass intertwined, which already gave people pressure. If it was dark at night, would it make people want to vomit?
Desire? People lived according to the arrangement of desire, especially in this city called Harbor City. He thought of those young men and women with heavy makeup. Their day was a dream, and their night was absurd. Why could the air of this city faintly smell the disgusting smell of bodily fluids?
He thought of vomiting again.
Xu Le pulled the heavy black box and stood silently at the entrance of the Harbor City High-Speed Rail Station. The exit was on the lower floor of the station's giant dome building. Facing the big lake of Harbor City was the famous Federation. The lake water in the early morning didn't have a trace of freshness. It was only warm to the point that it made people feel a little wet.
Sang Lake, the largest lake in the city among the three major regions of the Federation and several galaxies.
Across the slightly foggy lake, a large number of densely packed high-rise buildings symbolizing wealth and status could be seen. The distance between those buildings was so close that they actually blocked the rising sun from the east, making this bustling city inexplicably reveal a trace of gloomy feeling.
"What a sh * tty place."
It was the first time that Xu Le came to the most famous Harbor City in the Federation, but he didn't have the slightest excitement. He lowered his head and softly cursed. He pulled the box and walked outside.
Bai Yulan, who was not far behind him, silently looked at his back and followed him. Bai Yulan knew that Xu Le was not in a good mood. In fact, that quiet and honest face of his seemed to be hiding an uncontrollable anger. But where did this anger come from?
In Bai Yulan's heart, Xu Le had always been a calm and collected young man who was used to facing everything with a cheerful smile. There had been no problems during the journey last night as well, so why did his mood suddenly change so much?
It was definitely not because of the two men who got on the bus halfway, nor was it because of the young lady of the South Prime Minister's family. It also had nothing to do with Park Ji Ho's widow. So where did this sudden change in mood come from?
Bai Yulan furrowed her eyebrows as she watched Xu Le's back. She thought of the images in the morning news and vaguely understood. However, she didn't understand why that piece of news in District S2 would change Xu Le from a quiet and self-contained young man into a young man who would become incomparably enraged by anything he saw, gradually becoming bitter and unkind.
The taxi came, and Xu Le and Bai Yulan got on.
The taxi drove for more than 40 minutes, but they still only passed through a very small area of Harbor City. The car passed through these streets and alleys, and overpasses. Xu Le narrowed his eyes as he looked at the unfamiliar city streets outside the window. His expression gradually calmed down, but the trace of irritation hidden in his eyes would never stop.
From time to time, the sound of emergency news on the big screen on the street would spread into the taxi.
"… The current death toll is more than 300 people. As the rescue work continues, the death toll may rise to an unbearable number."
A reporter from the Federation News Channel said in a trembling voice.
"… No organization or individual has taken responsibility for this terrorist attack."
"… Seven staff members of Senator Medellin's office were killed in this terrorist attack. The senator himself was not seriously injured."
"… The Bureau of Proclamation has classified this incident as a second-order criminal case. The President's Office has confirmed that all the attackers are dead. Their identities and past records are being confirmed."
"… A concert called 'peace' turned into a massacre in the end. What does this mean?"
"… The peace process of the Federation is covered with a shadow at this moment …"
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The taxi stopped at the Peninsula Hotel booked in advance. The most luxurious five-star hotel in Harbor City did not make Xu Le's mood slightly better. He pulled the heavy black suitcase into the elevator and entered the room. Without tipping the waiter, he directly turned on the ultra-thin light screen on the wall.
The room on the top floor of the Peninsula Hotel was very expensive and large, including the TV light screen. The gradually lit up light spots gradually condensed into a clear news picture.
In the Civic Stadium of the Four States in Region S2, the colorful lights and ribbons that were originally arranged for Jian Shui'er's peace concert had all turned into ashes and ruins at this time.
The cliff smoke had dispersed. The stands in the southeast corner of the stadium, which could accommodate 80,000 people, had all been blown up. However, there was not much blood in the picture. The blood might still be hidden in the dust. In the ruins, the lights of the police and ambulances flashed continuously in the gray sky. The anxious and sad voice of the news reporter seemed incomparably pale at this moment.
Last night, at the invitation of the government of the Four States and Senator Medellin, Jian Shui'er held a concert called peace in Region S2. This concert was not to promote the presidential election of Governor Ross and Senator Medellin, but to repair the emotional scars between the ordinary citizens of the Federation and the people of the Four States as much as possible.
However, a sudden suicide terrorist attack made this scar seem deeper and more bloody. The tragic scenes in the news picture, the moaning of the injured in the ambulances and the hospital, the cold and gradually rising number of casualties, were like cold question marks, asking everyone in the Federation.
Xu Le sat up straight on the sofa with his hands on his knees. He silently and attentively watched the scenes in the news.
He had not heard the name Jian Shui'er for several days. Recently, the TV series on channel 23 of the Federation had changed to one episode a week. It was said that this national idol of the Federation was too busy with her studies. He did not expect to hear news of Jian Shui'er again. It was so sudden that it was hard for him to accept.
Xu Le was an angry youth. He had always thought that Jian Shui'er had saved him in the Linhai State Gymnasium. He owed her a life. The news confirmed that Jian Shui'er was still alive, so he was not too worried.
The reason for his anger was the innocent casualties in the news picture. The people who had happily welcomed the new future of the Federation had disappeared into the black smoke.
The images on the news switched back to the studio from the scene of the S2 Mountain Ring Around the Four States. In the studio, the middle-aged host was saying something to two anti-terrorism experts. Xu Le did not listen to the specific process of the terrorist attack. Under the pressuring of the host, the two experts were still unwilling to guess who the mastermind behind the terrorist attack was.
The Federation had the terrifying enemy of the Empire, but under the glory of the Constitution, within the Federation, the only force that had the ability to avoid the joint surveillance of the Federation military and police, create such a shocking tragedy, and have reason to do this … should be the anti-government army.
On the last day of last year, Senator Pabre had brought the Federation a New Year's gift that the people had been longing for. The anti-government army and the Federation government had officially reached a reconciliation agreement. Under this background, although the two anti-terrorism experts had probably long determined who the mastermind behind the scenes was, they were still cautious and refused to open their mouths.
"Senator Medellin is about to make an announcement." The middle-aged streamer looked at the camera with a solemn expression and said, "At such a critical moment, we would also like to know what Senator Macklin, as the second leader of the anti-government army who has always insisted on anti-violence, will say to the entire federation."
The news footage switched from the studio back to the scene of District S2. Surrounded by countless reporters and cameras, Senator Macklin, who was wearing a black suit, slowly walked onto the news platform.
This legendary politician was affected by the terrorist attack last night and also suffered some minor injuries. However, on his old and wise face, there was only determination and calmness. In the face of the reporters and the cameras, the old and calm Senator Macklin did not immediately begin to read his announcement. Instead, he slowly looked around.
The noise around him gradually subsided. Senator Medellin said with a firm and powerful voice, "This is the most critical moment for the Federation, and also the most dangerous moment."
"Some people are not willing to give up their position and power, so they use violence to warn us."
"Some people are not willing to see peace, so they use death to warn us."
"Some people …" Senator Medellin's old voice paused for a moment, and with a hint of sadness, he said, "were my friends, but after last night, they will be my enemies."
Senator Medellin looked at the crowd in front of the parliament building quietly and slowly raised his right hand. "Some people want to use violence and death to warn us, infuriate us, and destroy the current peace situation of the Federation, but we …"
His voice became heavier, and he said word by word, "If we also use violence and death to respond to them, then what is the difference between us and them?"
"I have seven friends that I spend time with every day, and they died in this shameless assassination. I also know that three hundred people, or even more, died with them." Senator Medellin's eyes were a little wet, and his old voice sounded very moving in the cold wind of the parliament building. "In order to kill me, this old man, so many innocent people have died. I feel endless sadness and guilt."
Then, his old body bent down and bowed at a 90-degree angle. After a long time, the flashes around him sounded.
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Xu Le quietly watched Senator Medellin's speech on the news. Then, he lowered his head, crossed his legs, and buried his head between his knees. He said in a low voice, "F * ck you."
(My emotions are terrible. My problem has nothing to do with anything. Maybe it's because I saw Yang Shoushou? Take a deep breath. I'll write the next chapter. It will be updated around 10.)
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