There were many kinds of things that could kill people, from as small as a pen or a delicate paper cutter, to as big as a landslide or an earthquake. However, there were always some things that belonged to the professional category and were more efficient. Firearms were without a doubt one of the most historical and most familiar types of weapons.
The main cannon of a battleship was the most powerful, but this thing was too expensive. In other words, it was extremely expensive, and its quality was also extremely high. Bai Yulan had once seen some amazing people in the military camp carrying Darlin rotary autocannons and firing them in all directions, but she had never seen anyone who dared to even think about using a battleship's main cannon. Darlin autocannons were mainly installed on M-series mechas and helicopters, but there were still some amazing people who could carry them on their shoulders. However, even the strongest human would be as weak as an ant in front of a battleship's main cannon.
The Federation had spent many years researching and developing miniature light energy weapons, which also possessed power and convenience that mechanical guns could not compare to. However, after these things were fine-tuned, they became more expensive, more precise, and more fragile. Bai Yulan had always believed that weapons used to kill people on the battlefield would have a high failure rate if they were too precise, making them untrustworthy.
Therefore, these past few days, she and Xu Le had been researching and learning the most commonly used mechanical guns of the Federal military. They mainly practiced with the H-series guns, which were the most common series of guns. This series of guns did not have any outstanding advantages, but it also did not have any fatal flaws. The main reason Bai Yulan had chosen them was because these guns were very reliable, very reliable. The membrane lubrication and the low lever design were simple and unadorned. They were not flashy in appearance, and they were simple but not minimalistic. Instead, they were somewhat crude and clumsy, which minimized the possibility of accidents occurring with these guns.
As an outstanding soldier, Secretary Bai was fully qualified to be Xu Le's teacher in shooting training.
Although he could dismantle the most complicated 2126 long sniper rifle into a pile of well-arranged parts within 11 seconds, he did not ask Xu Le to do the same. It was fine as long as he was familiar with the structure of the gun. Even if he set an official record in the Federal Army, he would only be a skilled gunsmith. What Xu Le needed to master the most now was how to use a gun and how to kill with a gun.
Xu Le's learning progress was very fast, so fast that sometimes Secretary Bai couldn't help but sigh with emotion. More than ten days had passed, and he watched as Xu Le changed from a beginner who knew nothing about firearms to his current state. When he thought of the painful torture he suffered in the recruit camp when he was 15 years old, he couldn't help but have a faint feeling of vicissitudes of life. He thought to himself that his little boss was the one who was born to be a soldier.
But this emotion was well hidden by his gentle and quiet appearance. He looked at the gun in Xu Le's hand through his goggles and said, "Relax your wrist a little more."
In the Armory's Underground Shooting Room, gunshots rang out. The two of them could only talk through their ears. After the gunshots subsided, the screen displayed the results of this round of shooting. Bai Yulan took off his goggles and looked at the bouncing points. He nodded with satisfaction.
Xu Le took off his headphones and looked at it seriously. He smiled and didn't say anything. Then he lowered his head and started to assemble the shiny metallic components in front of him. His fingers didn't move quickly, but they were very stable. Every step was done perfectly. After about a minute, he successfully assembled a 40 centimeter long gun.
Bai Yulan silently looked at his movements. He suddenly understood why Xu Le could learn so quickly.
He had seen many people who were crazy about guns, but those people's attitude towards guns was a little different. They liked to use the word "playing with guns" to describe their hobby. But Xu Le was different. To Xu Le, guns were tools to kill.
To use a gun well, besides overcoming the initial unfamiliarity and the natural fear of weapons that exceeded one's body's ability to withstand, the rest was to understand the various technical parameters of the gun and the feelings that these parameters revealed. Then, one had to understand one's own physical abilities and gradually grasp the rhythm and accuracy of the gun. And the most important quality was calmness. Other than calmness, there was only calmness.
Once he came into contact with something professional, Xu Le would work hard and learn humbly. The natural calmness of a mechanic would take over his entire body. He had a pair of eyes that could find loopholes in fine lines. He had the powerful control that Uncle Feng Yu had taught him. In addition, every cell in his body was filled with power. He already had all the prerequisites to use a good gun. In addition to the meticulous training of an outstanding professional soldier like Bai Yulan, his improvement was naturally lightning fast.
Seeing Xu Le enter the training room, Secretary Bai put on his headphones again and silently looked at the parameters on the screen. Those parameters represented that Xu Le was currently moving in the difficult small space, avoiding the obstacles of the system, and rapidly firing.
Da da, da da da. Bai Yulan frowned as she listened to the sound of bullets being fired. Her finger pressed on the table, tapping lightly with every pull of Xu Le's trigger. The Parlow Light Gun's single shot mode was turned off. Its firing rate could reach 280 shots per minute. Xu Le's control over his firing rate was very good.
The crisp gunshots were much weaker in the headphones. The rhythmic sounds were like a lullaby. Bai Yulan knew that Xu Le had already grasped the key points of today's training. She relaxed and gradually closed her eyes. However, she did not fall asleep. Her mind was filled with many other things.
What exactly happened in the clubhouse behind Charter Square, she did not know. However, she knew that after that day, Xu Le's mentality seemed to have undergone some subtle changes. However, these changes were hidden behind his usual smiling face and normal expression. She could not fathom it. Bai Yulan had always been suspicious of Xu Le's true purpose in learning how to use firearms. She had even vaguely guessed something, but she did not dare to believe it. Therefore, she did not allow her guess to continue. However, in any case, as Xu Le became more and more proficient in using firearms and his combat ability became stronger, Bai Yulan's heart grew heavier and heavier.
She did not intend to ask anything. This was because Xu Le, this little boss, had given her 20 million. However, as a secretary, she did not seem to be of any use. Whether it was facing danger or testing the new MX mecha, in the end, it was all Xu Le himself who solved the problems. Bai Yulan wanted to be worthy of the 20 million she had given him, so she did her best to teach Xu Le. She watched Xu Le silently, hoping that her patron would not make a mistake.
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Time passed day by day in the dreary and stifling training in the Whitewater Company's underground armory. It was the last day of the 67th year of the Constitutional Era.
Most of the people of the Federation were forgetful. At this time, most of their attention had already shifted to the presidential inauguration ceremony that was to be held in January. They had completely forgotten about all the turmoil that had happened not long ago. On this day of the month, the Federation's election committee finally confirmed the victory of Senator Pabre. This was a victory that did not have any real competitors, but the tally of 62% of the votes was enough to justify this new president's victory.
In order to welcome the arrival of the new leader of the Federation, according to the usual tradition, as well as the behind the scenes board of directors of both public and private media, the Federation's news machine had already been activated. It began to bombard images day and night. From President Pabre's experience in the military, to his obtaining a lawyer's license from the Donglin District Miners' Night School, to his public interest lawsuit with several well-known large enterprises of the Federation, and last year's grand settlement agreement with the anti-government forces of Green Dragon Mountain, countless documentaries were broadcast on television. Mr. Pabre, who had been too quiet for the past few months, finally stood at the focal point of tens of billions of eyes in the Federation once again.
The strikes in the four states around the mountains, from the university town of Linhai State to the student protests in the various districts of the Federation, had long been suppressed under the pressure of the Federation government and the persuasion of Senator Medellin. After Governor Ross and Senator Medellin withdrew from the presidential election, they spared no effort in calling on their supporters to vote for Senator Pabre. However, these supporters seemed to be more interested in the Nebula Prize and Peace Prize that would be awarded next year.
On the evening of December 31st, Xu Le returned from the banquet in the compound of the Ministry of National Defense in West Mountain. He didn't have many friends in the special district of the capital, and his name was still filled in as Zou Liuhuo's father. Therefore, it seemed natural for him to go to the Zou family for dinner on New Year's Eve. However, if Minister Zou hadn't called him and asked him to go, he definitely wouldn't have gone.
During the banquet, Mrs. Zou still hinted in a low voice that the wedding should be held as soon as possible. After the banquet, Minister Zou had a conversation with him in the study. Minister Zou didn't know what had happened in the Liufeng Slope Club, but he could feel something, so he gave him a warning.
After leaving the study, Xu Le sat in Zou Yu's bedroom for a while. The young and beautiful girl didn't say anything to him, but looked at him quietly with a trace of worry. She told him to be careful and not to be too impulsive.
After all, they were friends who had lived under the same roof for a long time. Zou Yu could see something from Xu Le's calmness during this period of time. Although she didn't know what Xu Le's ultimate goal was, the string in her heart suddenly trembled, so she said those words. After hearing these words, Xu Le was slightly dazed, then he shook his head with a smile.
He seriously repeated the ten postures that the uncle had taught him seven times, then squatted for half an hour in the horse stance. He mobilized the power in his body that he hadn't had a chance to use for a long time. He carefully tasted it until his muscles were sore and he was sweating profusely. Every pair of muscle fibers was crying out in fatigue. Only then did Xu Le stop and take a cold shower.
Wearing a gray-green round-necked short-sleeved shirt, he stood on the balcony of Wangdu Condominium. He dried his wet hair while looking at the thousands of lights in the city in front of him. Ever since the power in his body had submerged under his skin and merged with his body, he rarely felt cold. Although it was winter and there was snow everywhere, he was still wearing very little.
After taking a deep breath of the cold wind on the balcony, Xu Le felt refreshed. He subconsciously looked at the old vine of the creeper on the window to his left. The green leaves turned red, and the red leaves gradually fell. On the last day of the 67th year of the Constitutional calendar, there were no more decorations on the old vine. It was bare and clean.
At that moment, the phone call he had been waiting for for many days finally rang. After listening quietly for a while, a joyful expression appeared on his face.
Li Wei, who was far away in Bermuda, had been found by the people of the West Woods Military District and was under protection. This news made Xu Le feel relaxed for the first time in days. He said sincerely, "Mrs. Zhong, thank you."
"You're welcome. Thank you for taking care of Firework all those years ago." Mrs. Zhong laughed on the other end of the phone. Her laughter was very clear.
When Lady Tai decided to send Li Wei to the Bermuda Triangle Star Region, she only wanted to use this as a condition, so she didn't make things difficult for that guy. However, even the wisest person would make mistakes. She probably never thought that Xu Le would be able to convince the Zhong family of the West Woods to help him rescue Li Wei.
In the Bermuda Triangle Star Region, which was a desolate but abnormally prosperous place, only the Zhong family had enough power to do such a thing under the Tai family's nose.
"Firework is talking to her father, so it's not very convenient. If there's a chance in the future, let her talk to you." Mrs. Zhong added.
Xu Le was stunned. It took him two seconds to understand that Mrs. Zhong was talking about the little girl. However, in his memory, that quiet, well-behaved, and amiable little girl would always be called Little Watermelon and not Firework Zhong.
There was a deeper meaning hidden in Mrs. Zhong's words. Xu Le heard some of it, but he didn't care. He smiled and replied, "We'll talk about it when there's a chance. I think the little miss has probably forgotten who I am."
Mrs. Zhong smiled and didn't say anything else. Xu Le wished them a happy new year over the phone and expressed his gratitude before hanging up.
After the phone call ended, Mrs. Zhong, who was in Xixia State, looked at her husband and daughter by the fireplace not far away with a trace of worry. She thought about the news reported by Colonel Lake and the doubts raised by the colonel about Xu Le's name. However, she thought about how the family of three hadn't been reunited for a long time. It really wasn't the right time to talk about these problems during the new year. She could only hope that the hooligan called Li Weier, who helped Xu Le find, wouldn't cause too much trouble.
Meanwhile, on the balcony of the Wangdu Condominium a few thousand kilometers away, Xu Le was thinking about other things after hanging up the phone. Li Wei's safety was guaranteed, but he owed the Zhong family a big favor. Thinking about it carefully, after escaping from Donglin, he already owed Jian Shui'er a life. Now, he owed the Zhong family …
While answering the phone, Xu Le naturally stopped drying his hair. As the deep cold night wind blew, the water on his black hair condensed into white ice particles. He brushed them away carelessly with a towel and they fell like pearls. Accompanied by a light crisp sound, they scattered on the balcony and then fell toward the balcony.
With a burst, fireworks bloomed in the sky. The bright and beautiful light bloomed in the cold night sky. The countdown on the television to welcome the new year had turned into cheers. Just like that, the 68th year of the Constitutional Era had suddenly arrived.
Xu Le smiled happily. Looking at the beautiful fireworks in the night sky, he naturally thought of the clock tower from a year ago. However, he immediately thought of the concert after the clock tower and the smile on his face gradually calmed down.
When he was reading books in the Hexi State University library, Xu Le knew that he couldn't possibly have any interest in philosophy. His gut was indeed as flexible as ordinary people, but the way he thought about problems was always too direct. For example, the self-reflection in the dream would probably never appear again in the future of his life. This man was obviously a rock, but he had to cover himself with a few layers of wet moss to pretend that he had been through a lot. It was really a very inharmonious thing.
"The only obligation I have the right to undertake is to do what I think is right at any time."
Amidst the fireworks in the sky, Xu Le thought of Uncle Feng Yu's drunken ramblings on the first day of the new year. He sighed softly and placed both hands on the balcony's railing. He looked into the distance, the metallic bracelet on his wrist reflecting the brilliance of the sky but covering those subtle words.
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The Federation's calendar had always been based on Region S1 of the capital ring. Therefore, even though it was neither summer nor autumn in the four mountainous states in the northern hemisphere of Region S2, they could only start celebrating the new year with the center of the Federation. This kind of new year didn't conform to the concept of astronomy. Although many astronomers found it absurd, it had been maintained for so many years that people had long become accustomed to it.
The intelligence personnel of the anti-government army had long been accustomed to days without rest. As the most famous intelligence organization in the universe, in the series of dazzling storms in the 67th year of the Constitutional calendar, they didn't show the ability they should have. On the contrary, the anti-government army of Green Dragon Mountain instead became the Federation's upper class to split benefits and compromise with each other.
Zhang Xiaomeng, who had urgently evacuated from Region S1, was now leading a node intelligence group. Even today, she still believed that she shouldn't have left. Although it might have been more dangerous, after she left, the Federation had a reason to stop the hearing and put all the work done in the early stages into a passive state.
There was no New Year's atmosphere in the gloomy room. Only the primitive sound of a telegram rang out. It was a bit boring. Just like Magnolia's attitude towards firearms, the leader of the anti-government army intelligence organization also trusted primitive and reliable methods. Although the Bureau of Proclamation was bound by the first charter and remained neutral in the war between the Federation government and the anti-government army, the electronic surveillance of the Federation government investigation bureau was also a very frightening enemy.
Zhang Xiaomeng narrowed her eyes and combed through the countless fragments of intelligence sent from Region S1. Then, she picked out the targets that she needed to pay attention to and did a basic decryption. Then, she encrypted it again and sent it through a secret channel to the higher-ups' intelligence relay station.
On the first day of the 68th year of the Constitutional calendar, the central committee of the anti-government army was about to replace Member Medellin. At the same time, he was in charge of intelligence work and also suffered unprecedented criticism and pressure. A total of more than 300 intelligence personnel were currently trying to contact the spy hidden in Region S1. They needed a very important piece of information.
At the place where all the intelligence gathered, in a tent in the mountains, the leader of the anti-government army intelligence had a heavy and tired expression. He ordered his subordinates, "Let the deepest fish move as well and get hold of his schedule as soon as possible."
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On the 4th of January of the 68th year of the Constitutional calendar, a cargo spaceship from Region S1 flew in. With a jet stream, it blew away tons of leaves and landed clumsily and slowly at the largest industrial airport around the four mountainous states.
Half an hour later, two men in gray uniforms sat on a self-propelled truck and headed towards the depths of the airport. Whether it was the airport's internal identity scanning system or the electronic surveillance of the Federation, they both recognized or ignored the access and identity of these two people.
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