In the short span of two months, Xu Le had already lost count of how many times he had come to Hong Kong. Returning to his old haunt in the rain, his mood was very relaxed, completely different from the first time he had come to Hong Kong. This bustling metropolis was no longer like that cold and indifferent monster. The girls on the streets with their tender breasts and tight thighs only made him feel very happy.
The mountain torrents along New Yuezhou had long receded, so it was still early when the high-speed train arrived at Hong Kong. Outside the secret exit, there was already a car waiting for Xu Le and the other. Now, they were no longer staying at the Peninsula Hotel, but had directly gotten a temporary apartment in the industrial park. However, they had only stayed there a few times. Even the job of anonymously purchasing train tickets had been taken over by Secretary Shen.
As early as a month ago, the Nutshell Engineering Department had formally reported to the relevant departments of the Federation government that the MX mecha research and development project had once again started. This kind of matter and the hidden meaning behind it would definitely attract the attention of a considerable number of people. Xu Le also didn't think that after coming here so many times and cooperating with the engineering department for so long, he could still keep it a secret from the Federal Academy of Science and the other powers, so he didn't really care much about Secretary Shen and the Nutshell Engineering Department's secrecy work.
However, Secretary Shen and Chief Steward José seemed to be extremely confident in controlling the engineering department. In fact, until today, Xu Le's underground work in the engineering department had indeed not been leaked. Because of this, Xu Le had a clearer understanding of the terrifying influence of the Tai family in the Federation.
Only a few people knew about the research and development of the new generation MX mecha. The tens of billions of people in the Federation had not heard anything. For them, the quadrennial Federation presidential election was the most important thing in their lives.
Although no one had forgotten the shock caused by the terrorist attack on the peace concert in the four states during the summer holiday, it had also become a part of the presidential election. The leader of the anti-government forces, Nan Shui, accepted an official interview with the Federation news channel for the first time. He sternly denied that the armed forces in the mountains had anything to do with this terrorist attack, and also sternly condemned this violent method of harming the innocent. The anti-government forces used this extremely sincere gesture to slightly reduce the anger in the hearts of some Federation citizens. However, there were still more people who directly targeted them.
Normally speaking, on the side of the presidential election, Senator Pabre should have remained silent after expressing his condemnation.
Because at this time, every time he defended the anti-government forces, his political opponents could interpret it as: In order to protect his political capital to participate in the election, that illusory peace agreement, Senator Paable did not hesitate to turn black into white, forget his own position, and speak up for those butchers.
However, this respected member of parliament stood up bravely with a determination and stubbornness that was completely different from the Federation politicians.
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Through the glass of the freight car, Xu Le looked at the campaign posters on the street and narrowed his eyes. The background color on the posters was pure dark blue, and there was a silhouette in front. It was the silhouette of Senator Pabre when he arrived at the Green Dragon Mountain Airport by military plane on the last day of last year. The silhouette was very clear. The lower hem of the senator's windbreaker was blown up and then turned into a campaign slogan.
That's our president. He thought of the sentence Shi Qinghai said in the bar. At this moment, he naturally understood the deeper meaning of Mr. Shi's words.
Although Xu Le very much appreciated the attitude of this fellow countryman, he had to admit that this approach was difficult to please in front of the voters. The public opinion poll conducted by the Federation news channel the day before yesterday had already proven the problems caused by the attack on the concert and Senator Pabre's attitude after the incident.
The election combination of Ross and Macklin was almost as good as Pabre's.
"This is our president," Xu Le said to himself in his heart.
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"There's a situation in front."
The truck driver suddenly said in a deep voice. The specific process of Xu Le's entry into the Nutshell Engineering Department had been arranged by Blackhawk Security Company. With Xue Naiyin's identity, it was naturally impossible for him to always be their driver, so the current driver was replaced. In the past few days, there had been no problems, but what happened today?
Xu Le glanced at Bai Yulan and was infected by the calmness of this delicate man. The worry in his heart was slightly reduced.
At this time, the truck had just driven from the industrial park to the engineering department when it was stopped by a checkpoint. It was obvious that this was a temporary checkpoint. Xu Le looked through a small crack at the black-clothed guards near the checkpoint. He suddenly felt that they looked familiar, and his heart skipped a beat.
"People from the company," Bai Yulan lowered her eyes and said softly.
Supervisor José had already prepared the entry and exit documents for the truck, but the guards at the checkpoint didn't seem to see those documents at all. They directly got on the truck, turned off the engine, and then opened the back compartment.
Under the cold muzzle of the gun, Xu Le and Bai Yulan got off the truck. The port city, like the capital special district, was shrouded in the sultry August rain. The rain flowed down their hair. Xu Le looked at the well-trained and silent guards in black and understood what Bai Yulan meant. These people were professional mercenaries of the Whitewater Company.
The rain gradually increased under the lights, but the black-clad mercenaries were not disorganized. They vigilantly escorted Xu Le and Bai Yulan to the checkpoint. The temporary checkpoint was only a few cars. In front of the headlights of a car, someone was holding an umbrella. Under the umbrella was an official wearing glasses.
The Shell Motor Company was a core area of the Federation. In order to not attract public criticism, the security around the engineering department was basically handed over to the Federation's Whitewater Security Company. Since this company was basically the son of the Ministry of Defense, the Federation government was naturally very assured.
Looking at the solemn-looking guards in the rain, Xu Le felt a sense of danger. But since they didn't intend to kill him at the beginning, it meant that they knew his background and didn't have the guts to do so. But when he saw the official, he felt that today's matter would be particularly troublesome.
He had seen the official once in the Husk Institute. The official was the chief technical director of the Shell Motor Company's board of directors. He also held the position of an independent technical director. His position was very high and not ordinary people could compare to him.
Under the black umbrella, the chief technical director of the Shell Motor Company looked coldly at Xu Le and Bai Yulan who were escorted over and said softly, "Whitewater Company's seventh technical director Xu Le and secretary Bai Yulan have violated the company's internal confidentiality rules and will be immediately detained for investigation. After the investigation, according to the relevant laws of the Federation, according to the facts of the crime, they will be transferred to the military court under the Ministry of Defense. "
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