In a remote industrial town surrounded by four mountainous states in the S2 sector, it was currently dusk. The warm twilight sun shone on the simple and crude buildings. The S2 planetary system had several of the Federation's most important resource planets, as well as the Federation's most developed heavy industrial base. Most of the Shell Motor Company's production lines were set up on this planet.
The federation's great industry flourished, and the disparity between the rich and the poor was especially evident on this planet. That was why Green Dragon Mountain, surrounded by four heavy industry provinces, produced a group of armed forces that dared to oppose the federal government. In the eyes of historians, this was an extremely natural matter.
Although the Federation had been constantly passing legislation over the years to seek a balance between the interests of capitalists and workers, and had achieved a lot of results, the rise of George Carlinism in the Federation society brought a fatal blow to this attempt. The anti-government forces were besieged and suppressed for decades, but instead became stronger and stronger. Fortunately, in the past decade or so, the federal government had pursued a policy of combining military force with economic blockade, which had successfully curbed the development of the anti-government forces. It was only in recent years that the armed forces had been driven deep into the mountains and forests.
Green Dragon Mountain was a large mountain range that spanned two thousand kilometers. There were four large states surrounding this mountain range, and it was the base of the heavy industry of the Federation back then. The people who lived here were staunch supporters of Senator Macklin's non-violent resistance even if they did not support the anti-government army's idea of using force.
Because of years of fighting and the Federation's strict blockade policy, the industrial areas near the Green Dragon Mountains had gradually become desolate, especially this industrial town, which showed signs of decay everywhere.
Zhang Xiaomeng, wearing a work outfit, walked out of the relay station's workshop. She smiled and greeted her colleagues who passed by her before walking back to her room. She had been in S2 for more than half a year. Under the arrangement of her leader, she entered the industrial town incognito. Nominally, the relay station was actually a hidden information node of the anti-government forces' intelligence organization in the mountains, and she was the person in charge here.
In the past half a year, Zhang Xiaomeng experienced the terrorist attack at the concert, and also personally experienced several secret military encirclements by the government forces. Although the government did not admit to those small-scale encirclements, and the real executors were the three large security companies in the Federation, those battles of blood and fire, the deaths of her companions, and the torn flesh of her companions made her mature quickly. She was no longer the young girl who only knew her ideals.
The treachery and cruelty of the Federation government taught her a lesson. It made her give up any illusions. Deep down, she began to doubt Senator Medellin's idea of non-violence, as well as his idea of joining the Federation government. Was it a legitimate seizure of power, or was it a form of capitulation?
This industrial town was the fourth location of the relay station that Zhang Xiaomeng was in. The previous three had been mercilessly destroyed by the government's mercenaries. Many of her companions had died, but Zhang Xiaomeng did not become numb to death. Instead, she became more serious in her work. She carefully and quickly combed through the information sent back from the capital, and then sent it to the mountains through a secret channel.
In the canteen, Zhang Xiaomeng bought a box of potatoes and beans. Along with white rice and accompanied by the sunset, she squatted by the forest and began to eat her dinner. From time to time, she would push her hair to the side. The black-rimmed glasses were no longer there. Her originally beautiful face was a little darker, but it also made her look healthier and more determined.
The food was not delicious, but Zhang Xiaomeng ate it with relish. This was because she knew that even this food was extremely difficult for the guerrillas under the Federation's strict blockade. After finishing the last mouthful of rice, before she could wash the dishes, she was called back.
"Why are you here?" Zhang Xiaomeng looked at the middle-aged man in front of her and asked in surprise.
In the entire relay station, she was probably the only one who knew that this middle-aged man was the head of the intelligence organization of the anti-government army. He was called one of the five people worth learning from by the young master of the Tai family.
"Have you sent the information?"
"Yes," Zhang Xiaomeng answered briskly.
The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then looked at Zhang Xiaomeng and said, "You should have already seen my analysis. Behind the Federation's new mecha, there is the issue of the presidential election. The organization has long been unable to control Senator Medellin, but you should know very well why Xu Le is involved in this matter. "
Zhang Xiaomeng lowered her head and said softly, "I understand."
The middle-aged man said, "The organization does not want a young person who sympathizes with the progressive forces to be in danger because of a misunderstanding like this. That is why they agreed to let you contact him and tell him that you are still alive."
"Thank you," Zhang Xiaomeng said.
"Get ready. We are about to leave," he said with a serious expression. With a serious expression, he said, "The Federation's presidential election has reached a critical juncture. According to my understanding, some people in the Federation are about to launch an attack on Medellin. I think it's time for us to do something."
"What can we do?" Zhang Xiaomeng asked seriously.
"Do you have the courage to stand in the hall of Congress, in front of the countless millions of people in the Federation … and accuse Medellin?" The middle-aged man looked quietly into Zhang Xiaomeng's eyes.
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No misunderstanding, no story. However, life, or the universe, was born from countless misunderstandings. That little black dot from billions of years ago, perhaps because it had misunderstood its own restlessness, it exploded and released countless energy substances, creating time and shaping the long river of history. It allowed those intelligent life forms that were born by chance to act out scenes of misunderstandings, joys, and sorrows.
Perhaps it was not a misunderstanding in the first place, but a lie. When Xu Le drove the black car to the Milky Way Cemetery, he thought of the email he saw in the morning and thought about it.
He gently hummed the tune of "27 Glasses of Wine" as he drove the car briskly along the mountain road. He didn't seem to be angry at being deceived, because he didn't know that the email was sent by Zhang Xiaomeng. He thought that some bad uncle knew that after he won the battle with Ka Qifeng, he could no longer hide behind the curtain and watch the show, so he took the initiative to contact him.
After escaping from Eastwood to the capital ring, Xu Le had gradually discovered the relationship between Uncle Feng Yu and the Lees of Philadelphia, as well as the vague truth of the matter. He had already confirmed that Uncle Feng Yu was a very amazing person. Even the big explosion back then did not kill him, so how did he die two years ago?
When they parted on the outskirts of Hexi state, Uncle Feng Yu gave him the metal bracelet and told him not to think about avenging himself. In addition, Xu Le had recently been convinced that the fierce Uncle Feng Yu must still be alive in some corner of the universe, so he naturally thought that the email was sent by Uncle Feng Yu.
Knowing that the uncle was still alive, Xu Le's heart did not have the slightest anger of being lied to. There was only joy bursting out from the depths of his heart.
With this rich joy, or even ecstasy, he drove the black car into the Milky Way Cemetery. Holding a bouquet of flowers, he walked to a quiet corner in the depths of the cemetery. Looking at the three words "Shen Yulin" carved on the black stone, Xu Le's face did not show any sadness. He just quietly crouched down, plucked the fallen leaves on the black stone, and placed the flowers on it.
Uncle Feng Yu and Professor Shen were the two most important teachers in his career as a mechanic. Although he had not spent much time with Professor Shen, in terms of feelings, Xu Le was definitely much closer to Feng Yu. However, the trust and trust Professor Shen had placed in him before he passed away made him feel incomparably warm.
The uncle was still alive, and the core data left behind by Professor Shen had helped the Federation successfully develop the MX mecha. All these happy things gathered together. In this past year, Xu Le's mood had rarely been so relaxed and happy.
He lit two cigarettes. One was placed on the edge of Professor Shen's tombstone, while the other was held between his fingers. He slowly inhaled. Light blue smoke rose up in the late autumn cemetery, just like the fog in the mountains.
Perhaps it was because of the smoke, but Xu Le's eyes were somewhat sore. Very naturally, he thought back to the scene of the professor sitting on the ladder in the laboratory and smoking with him before his death.
He looked at the black tombstone, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Professor, we succeeded."
In the next few days or so, the Federation government would hold an official press conference to announce the development process of the MX mecha. With the Federal Academy of Science's reputation in tatters, on the Shell Motor Company's little white flower mecha, in the history of the Federation, the soon-to-be-forgotten name of Shen Yulin would definitely be remembered.
The sound of footsteps suddenly rang out in the cemetery. Xu Le stood up and turned his head to look. He saw a white-haired old man, accompanied by several people, walking in his direction.
Xu Le had only seen this old man's back from a distance at the entrance of that high-class hotel. However, from the countless photographs in books and magazines, as well as the scenes in the news, he quickly recognized the other's identity. He just didn't understand why this person would come to the cemetery.
Lin Yuanhu slowly walked up to Professor Shen's tombstone and looked at the Eternal Sleeper in the grave. In just a few days' time, this leader of the Federation's academic community looked many years older. His entire person was like a withered tree, ready to fall at any moment in the autumn wind.
"You're Xu Le, right?"
"Yes."
"Tomorrow, I will resign from my position as the Dean of the Federal Academy of Science."
The age spots on Lin Yuanhu's face were particularly obvious. Xu Le noticed this, but then he thought of Professor Shen's appearance before he died. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said, "Why did you come? Do you want to seek inner peace? "
"I have been to this cemetery before." Lin Yuanhu gently coughed twice, stopping his entourage from coming forward. He said in an old voice, "I just hope to be able to obtain his or your forgiveness."
Xu Le looked at him quietly. Shang Qiu had already described the scene in the command hall to him in detail. However, for some reason, when he saw Lin Yuanhu's calm expression of atonement, he felt a strong sense of discomfort in his heart. He stared into Lin Yuanhu's old eyes and said word by word, "Forgive? No, including you, I will not forgive a single one of them. "
"Your performance doesn't mean that you are open and honest enough. You were just beaten down by the trap I planned for half a year. You had no other choice. In the end, you just wanted to play the role of a calm atoning old man, a man who admits his mistakes. However, in the eyes of me and Professor Shen underground, this is very disgusting. "
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