The feast at the Windy Slope Clubhouse was not a wild carnival. After the Federation was stabilized, the cannibals picked up their plates again. However, they still had to pay attention to their manners and table manners. Naturally, they would not praise the taste of the flesh and blood of the common people with blood on their lips. They would only pretend to be deeply concerned about the country and the people, and pinch the thickness of their pockets. Therefore, the feast at the clubhouse tonight was not very naked. The only one who was the focus of attention was Xu Le.
Walking into the clubhouse, he met Li Xiuzhu and Lin Douhai in the corridor. These two successors of the seven major families of the Federation used a calm and mocking tone to celebrate. When they raised their glasses to celebrate, he lowered his head and did not say anything. The other party's meaning was very clear. If he stepped over the threshold, it was equivalent to tying a rein around his neck. He could not run freely in the wilderness, but he could only be driven by others.
In the HTD Bureau, even if ordinary people wanted to raise pets, they had to pay a large fee and go through a very complicated approval process. However, the guests of the Windy Slope Clubhouse all had their own horse ranch in the remote mountains.
"You are just a dog that Madam uses to bite people." Lin Douhai did not hide the hatred and contempt in his eyes. He lowered his voice in front of Xu Le and said fiercely, "When we need you, we will let you out to bark. When we don't need you, you can only obediently stay in the kennel."
Lin Douhai glanced at the medal on his military uniform and said mockingly, "Of course, we will give him a big bone to taste."
Xu Le did not pay attention to this young man. Among the descendants of the seven major families, there was no doubt that Lin Douhai was the worst. He just stared at Li Xiuzhu, who was next to Lin Douhai. This was the first time he met the successor of the Li family. Looking at Li Xiuzhu's handsome face, which could be compared to Shi Qinghai's, Xu Le narrowed his eyes, but his mind drifted to other places.
In order to maintain the stability of the Federation, both the government and Lady Tai chose to compromise after Macklin admitted defeat. This was a decision that did not seem to be a big problem. However, behind this compromise, were the Li Family and the Lin Family, who had always supported Macklin, worried about something? As a giant in the financial world of the Federation, would the Li family really be afraid of a strike by the oily workers in the four provinces? Could it be that they really didn't have any way to resolve the possible turmoil?
This was really a very funny joke. It was just another compromise between the Federation government and the seven families. This was probably the truth of the matter. Because he found it funny, Xu Le narrowed his eyes and laughed. The wine cup in his hand was already empty. With a shake of his wrist, the wine cup directly smashed into Lin Douhai's face. The glass shattered and blood flowed out, interrupting Lin Douhai's endless resentment and ridicule.
"I failed." Xu Le said, and then walked inside.
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The small conflict in the clubhouse immediately subsided. Under the arrangement of Butler Jin, not many people noticed this scene. In Lady Tai's eyes, a young man with a temperament like Xu Le's would probably be so unrestrained only when he was angry and depressed to a certain extent. As for why he was angry and depressed, naturally, it was because he made a decision that was contrary to his true thoughts. Therefore, Lady Tai's mood was very calm. Looking at the young man in front of her, she said softly, "Take a break for two months first. After Mr. Pabre takes office, there will be many things for you to do."
Xu Le nodded and took the document bag. In the bag, there was the award order and many documents that he was unwilling to accept previously. As for the other document bag that contained his biggest secret and Li Wei's safety, naturally, no one would give it to him, and he did not want to take it.
Once again stepping on the slightly damp and slightly warm bluestone road, under the night sky, Xu Le walked between the Flowing Wind Slope Clubhouse. He thanked a manager for sending him off and looked over at the clubhouse through a few expensive evergreen shrubs.
There were more than ten important guests sitting there. He could see that the embarrassed Lin Douhai was still lowering his head and wiping something. On a small special stage, actors from the Federation's Academy of Arts were carefully putting on a play. Xu Le glanced at it. Relying on his memory from the library of Hexi State University, he recognized that this was a play that had been passed down for thousands of years by the great playwright Schiller.
In an instant, he thought of the script that Lady Tai told him in the afternoon. He could not help but narrow his eyes. In order to avenge his family, the male lead fought with the stone giant, and in the end, all the villagers in the village were buried with him. Was this cold-blooded or hot-blooded? Was this the natural justice of revenge, or was it a mental patient who placed his thoughts above his surroundings?
Xu Le was only a young man in his twenties. He did not know how to evaluate the male lead. Moreover, he did not have any revenge, so he did not think too much about it.
On the stage, the male lead of the play was a prince who had lost his family and country. The prince pulled out his long sword and shouted to the night sky:
"Even if I am locked in a fruit shell, I still think that I am the king of infinite space."
Xu Le looked at the actor on the stage and repeated this line. Then, he left the clubhouse. At this time, snowflakes fell again. Under the illumination of the clubhouse's clear lights, it was especially holy.
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The capital of the North and the port were all in the winter snow. Further north, Linhai was already experiencing a combination of wind and snow, cold and gloomy. In the southern hemisphere, Heat Wave Island was entering the hottest time of the year. It was also the most popular time. There were more and more beautiful women wearing very little clothes on the beach, and the Ice Suppressing Monument Wine in the bar was getting less and less.
In a wooden house on the sea in a remote area behind Heat Wave Island, Shi Qinghai was drinking beer while watching the news on his mobile phone with narrowed eyes. The beautiful girl behind him pressed her body against his back. Her face was full of reluctance and shyness. She asked softly, "Are you really leaving?"
In order to explore this lonely sea, Mr. Shi and this girl had stayed on the island for a long time. However, there were still some days before the original deadline, but he had to leave.
Shi Qinghai smiled. There was a charming smile in his peach blossom eyes. He said gently, "Good girl."
The news on his mobile phone was broadcasting that this morning, relevant scholars jointly nominated Senator Medellin, who had just withdrawn from the presidential election, to compete for the Nebula Prize Peace Prize to be awarded next year. In the eyes of many people, Senator Medellin resolutely decided to withdraw from the election in order to heal the rift in the Federation and quell the demonstrations and school strikes in various regions. In the following days, he spared no effort to express his support for Senator Pabre. This kind of respectable political ethics was completely qualified to win the Nebula Prize Peace Prize. No one could compete with him at all.
The girl behind him asked curiously, "Can Senator Medellin really win the Nebula Prize?"
Shi Qinghai paused for a second, then smiled and stroked the girl's back. He said softly, "Silly girl, the Nebula Prize has always only been awarded to the people who are still alive."
The girl didn't understand. She thought that Senator Medellin was still alive and well. Shi Qinghai didn't explain. He said a few words to her and gave one of the two fishing rods he always carried with him to the girl. Then, he began to pack his luggage and was ready to leave.
The girl didn't want to leave, and even her eyes started to tear up. Shi Qinghai, on the other hand, was very calm and even cold. When a white cloud covered the hot sun in the blue sky, he walked up the wooden stacks in the dark and walked towards the land. He was carrying a long bag made of dense materials in his hand. In the bag, there was a fishing rod that he had used for many days.
Only he knew that in the long bag that was nominally carrying a fishing rod, there was actually a big gun that was used to kill people. He left the beautiful Heat Wave Island early, and the girl who made him calm and happy with both passion and shyness, was because he was going to use this big gun to kill people.
Like Xu Le, Shi Qinghai had never considered whether the fanatical supporters would cause social unrest in the Federation after he killed Senator Medellin. Would it cause any riots? Would it cause more deaths in a chaotic Federation under the threat of the Empire? He would not consider whether it was morally untenable to involve more innocent people for the sake of revenge.
Mr Shi's idea was very simple. He wanted revenge. He wanted to clean up the traitors. Since the rotten government of the Federation had disappointed him again, he had to do it himself. As for the chaos and riots, as long as Senator Medellin was dead, what could the young propaganda team do? So what if it was really chaotic? As an excellent spy trained by the anti-government army, wasn't his mission to cause chaos in the Federation?
Walking on the soft beach, he remembered the ideals of the anti-government army more deeply than ever before. Revolution was never about treating people to a meal. In order to seek a new Federation, death was always inevitable.
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Xu Le had a dream. It was not a dark dream. The person who talked to him was not the omnipresent and omnipotent great being, but a blurry figure whose face he couldn't see clearly. He could only be sure that it was definitely not Uncle Feng Yu.
"The government's compromise is to protect the long-term interests of the Federation. Don't you think that your decision is very disregarding the overall situation?"
"The long-term interests and the overall situation are just a fig leaf that some people use to seek their own interests. They want the Federation to be stable because they need to suck blood from this stable body. However, this is not stability, it's numbness. The so-called long-term interests are, after all, just their interests, such as the interests of the Li family. "
"Have you ever thought that if you do this, many innocent people may die because of the riots?"
"You also said that it's possible. We can't think in advance about things that haven't happened yet. Besides, I've always thought that if Senator Medellin is dead, there will be no one who can incite the people the most. Maybe the turbulence of last month won't repeat itself. "
"You underestimated the fanatical support of the lower-class people for him."
"The people can't be deceived forever. In fact, when the evidence appeared, many people began to suspect him. Unfortunately, the process was forcibly stopped by the Federation. Because if the investigation continued, many people in the Federation would feel fear."
"You're comforting yourself," Dream said. "Hundreds and thousands of people will die, and you're just satisfying your hypocritical sense of morality and realizing your personal goals. In this sense, you will be a terrorist."
"No, Senator Medellin is the terrorist because hundreds and thousands of people have died. If he doesn't die, I don't know if more people will die."
"The law has already acquitted him."
"Senator Medellin was able to escape the trial of the law because he threatened many timid people with social unrest. It's like a bandit taking a kitchen knife, putting it on an old woman's neck, and then asking for money. We can't just ignore him because he always has a kitchen knife in his hand, right? "
"Not all cases will be tried in the end."
"I insist."
"What are you insisting on? The ridiculous sense of justice that was taught by books? Or the impulse to become the ultimate judge after one's strength swelled? "
"I insist that what's wrong is wrong, and that those who make mistakes have to pay the price. The purpose of killing is not to kill, but to reason."
"There is one kind of right and wrong on this end of the universe, and there is another kind of right and wrong on the other end. Your right and wrong is not necessarily everyone's right and wrong."
"But I am me. Of course, I can only insist on my own right and wrong."
"This is a naive impulse, a childish passion."
"When you're young, you're not afraid of anything, only passion. When you're old, you have everything, but you don't have any passion. Before you're old, you might be able to spill your passion."
The other end of the dream was silent for a long time before it repeated the previous words. "You will be a fanatical, dangerous, and terrorist who doesn't see the big picture and doesn't cherish life."
Xu Le was silent for a long time before he said to the blurry shadow, or perhaps to himself, "So be it. I'm not doing this for some political ideology, not to avenge my family, and not because of the national feud that the heroes in Schiller's play are obsessed with. I'm just insisting on what I think is right."
"If such a person is a terrorist, then I am a terrorist."
After saying this, the blurry shadow in the dream left. Xu Le woke up from his sleep. He rubbed his somewhat dry eyes and quietly looked in the direction of the glass window. It had been more than 20 days since Macklin withdrew from the presidential election. Just as Lady Tai had arranged, he chose to temporarily rest. Every day, he silently shuttled back and forth between his apartment in Wangdu and the Whitewater Company in the suburbs of the capital.
Outside the window of the apartment, there was a creeper vine. It extended from spring to summer, and at its peak, it occupied half of the window. At this time, midwinter had arrived, and the green leaves had turned into a fiery red. Then, one by one, they fell and floated away, making one's heart palpitate.
After leaving the apartment, he took a car to the Whitewater Company. After confirming his authorization, he entered Team 7's exclusive armory. The cold underground lights lit up from time to time with the sound of his footsteps.
In the deepest part of the armory, Magnolia, wearing protective goggles, was dismantling the gun in her hands. She softly said, "Today, we will learn about the possible problems that may arise when using the common types of bullets in the H-series guns. What we need to practice is the sudden movement route in a narrow space and the coordination of shooting speed."
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I couldn't help but look at the book review. I wanted to explain a few words. Xu Le is obviously not me. The thoughts in his head have nothing to do with me, and I won't comment on them. Well, if there is a need, I can criticize him properly and write with a critical attitude.
Because I didn't expect there to be so many arguments, I spent a few more words explaining in today's chapter. Of course, I explained from his standpoint. In fact, to put it bluntly, people's views of right and wrong will never be the same.
Xu Le at least has an extremely strong point, or rather, a terrifying point, which is that he sticks to his own ideas and puts them into practice. Maybe he is wrong? Who knows? I just don't want him to cause any big problems. This is a fictitious world, so we can make arrangements. Therefore, what we are writing is called a fantasy novel. Of course, it will not be realistic.
P.S.: Mainly, I want to write about a quality that has been forgotten for a long time. I want to write about a person who is serious. From now on, I will only write about the plot and not explain anymore. Firstly, it is too tiring. A few thousand words is more tiring than a few ten thousand words. Secondly, I realize that the more I say, the more mistakes I make … Damn it, I don't need to pretend anymore.
I insist that people like Medellin must pay a sufficient price. Those who deliberately kill innocent people must die. Writing a story, but I can't let the male lead be happy with his revenge. It is too sullen. I even have to spend more words to explain. This is my problem. It shows that I shouldn't read the book review. After all, I am an extremely cowardly person.
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