The three eastern districts were the second branch of the Four Continents Foundation Hall. The room was about 400 square meters and was divided into numerous grid areas by light blue partitions that were half the height of a person. Desks and computers were placed in each area. It could be imagined that on a normal day, there must be countless amiable and lovely ladies here, answering the phone while quickly typing on the keyboard. In the midst of countless grateful voices, donations from various regions of the Federation continued to be channeled into the Foundation's account.
However, today, the office area was quiet, or dead silent. There was no sound of typing on the keyboard, no phone ringing. Only some rapid breathing could be faintly heard, and the owner of those breaths was hidden somewhere.
The fierce battle in the morning did not seem to have affected this place. The corridor between the two walls was full of bullet holes and corpses, but there were no traces left here. Even the green plants by the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides were still so gentle in the faint morning light.
Xu Le raised the Cayenne gun and held it parallel to his chin. Using the standard movement of the federal army, he aimed at the empty space in front of him that was filled with killing intent.
He forced his way through the corridor because he did it unexpectedly. With the opponent's unpredictable speed and lethality, he rushed forward valiantly. The silence made him extremely vigilant. Bai Magnolia's soft voice in the earpiece did not sound again. The monitoring system inside the Foundation building was not taken back. He could not determine where those people were hiding in the three eastern districts. Behind the desk, or in the shadow of the green plants?
The previous explosion made Xu Le confirm that Macklin had chosen the secret passage to leave as planned. Since the secret passage was blown up, Macklin should have been forced to return to his room at this time. And to get to Macklin's room, the three eastern districts were an area that had to be passed through.
The key was that the hurried footsteps downstairs made it clear to him that the armed forces in the building had begun to gather in his direction. If his movements were slow, the only outcome left for him would be to be surrounded by countless firepower, which would be a miserable end.
The military boots slowly took two steps forward without making any sound. Xu Le narrowed his eyes and slowly and steadily scanned every corner of the office through the scope of the Cayenne light machine gun without a trace of trembling.
Suddenly, a green plant that was about the height of a person by the floor-to-ceiling window swayed. Under the cover of the morning light, a militant opened fire at him.
Because of the sunlight, Xu Le narrowed his eyes. Even though he knew that the other party had fired, he didn't make any evasive movements. He just steadily pointed the muzzle in that direction.
With a few clear sounds, the wall beside Xu Le was pierced with a few bullet holes. The wallpaper was filled with a burnt smell, and it began to flutter in the air. Almost at the same time, his finger pulled the trigger. Following the clear feeling of the recoil and the muffled sound, the green plants by the window scattered, and smoke rose.
The green leaves scattered, and the militant who had been silently hiding behind them didn't even make a sound. He leaned back and fell to the ground.
Xu Le suddenly turned around and pulled the trigger at an extremely fast speed. He accurately shot through the light blue partition and killed a militant in the 11 o 'clock direction on his left.
He held the Cayenne light machine gun horizontally, narrowed his eyes, and fired quickly and accurately. In less than seven seconds, more than 20 bullets had been fired, valiantly suppressing the militants hiding in the corners of the three eastern districts, making them unable to move.
Occasionally, there were bullets whistling past his body, but his aiming speed was too fast. He just stood on the flat ground at the entrance of the three eastern districts. The Cayenne in his hand spat out flames at a certain rhythm. The militants didn't dare to poke their heads out, so naturally, there was no accuracy. But in such a battlefield, this guy actually dared to stand and break in. It could only be said that he had seen through life and death.
He had already walked seven steps into the three eastern districts.
The back of the Cayenne hit his shoulder heavily. He didn't miss a single shot, and once again pulled the cold trigger on his finger. The sharp bullet line shot straight forward, bringing a cluster of light smoke, and shot the hand holding the gun that had just reached out from behind the desk into countless pieces of minced meat.
Screams sounded.
At the same time, intensive gunshots sounded, instantly shattering the dead silence in the office and the monotonous gunshots from before … Xu Le's pupils suddenly shrank, and then he realized that the real firepower in this office was much more powerful than what was shown before. The personal armed forces of Macklin had been waiting until now, just to let him go deep into the three eastern districts, and there was no escape.
The sky was full of bullets whistling. Xu Le's face was pale, and the power in his body all burst out at this moment, and passed to the military boots. The soles of the boots bloomed in an instant, and the inhuman power stomped on the ground. The dark carpet was broken into pieces, and his body had already fallen back. He tightly curled up, and like a reverse arrow, he fell back toward the entrance!
No matter how powerful a person was, he couldn't run faster than a bullet. He didn't know if Feng Yu or that old man Lees of Philadelphia could do it, but in Xu Le's mind, normal people couldn't do this, so when the intensive gunshots sounded, he knew that he had no other choice but to dodge.
In the air, he scattered the Cayenne in his hand with full power, continuously pouring bullets, wanting to suppress some of the firepower that had been waiting for this moment.
While he was still in the air, two meters away from the entrance of the three eastern districts, Xu Le's body had already shrunk, trying to reduce his size as much as possible. The barrel of the Cayenne in his hand had already started to turn red, and the office was filled with terrifying screeching sounds.
A deeper gunshot sounded, and Xu Le's body in the air seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer. He flew back even faster and directly fell to the ground.
He was shot three times, and the most fatal one was the last one in the chest.
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When the first gunshot sounded in the building of the Four States Peace Foundation in S2, gunshots also sounded in the distant S1 Charter Square, which was more solemn and dignified than usual.
At the guardrail under the statue of the Group of Five in Charter Square, a row of Federation soldiers in dark military uniforms stood there with solemn expressions. Their hands were tightly gripping the shiny metal guns in front of their chests. Their movements were beautiful and clean as they raised the guns over their shoulders, aimed at the sky, and fired. The gunshots were neat and uniform, as if one person was firing.
As the gunshots spread out in spirals, the deliberately added colorful powder turned into white smoke in the clean winter air, and the gunfire was beautiful.
The fat white pigeons on the lawn were already suffering from the cold winter, so they lazily hid in the pigeon house set up by the square management center to keep warm. Suddenly, they were awakened by the crisp gunshots. Their instinct buried deep in their bones made them start to fear. Perhaps they thought of the miserable past of their ancestors being eaten by humans, so they all drilled out of the pigeon house and tried to fly away in horror. However, they were already too fat, and it was unknown whether the tips of their wings had degenerated or been cut off. How could they fly high into the snowy sky? They could only clumsily flutter around, looking like the pitiful hens in the ancient chicken farms recorded in movies …
At the Parliament Square connected to Charter Square, a series of gunshots also sounded at this time. However, unlike the fat pigeons on the lawn, on both sides of the stone steps of the Parliament Building, on both sides of the lake opposite the Parliament Mountain, on the lawn, the ordinary citizens who came to watch the ceremony, as well as the officials and parliamentarians on the viewing platform, all had smiles and pride on their faces. There was no trace of panic.
This was the inauguration ceremony of the Federation President, not a funeral, so only a series of gunshots rang out, followed by the sound of cannon salutes.
It was already ten o 'clock, and the rumbling of cannon salutes rang through the sky, waking up all the sleepy people in the capital special district. In fact, no matter how unconcerned they were with politics, or how much they ridiculed the Federation government, they would probably wake up today to watch this grand event. After all, it was a grand event that happened once every five years. In fact, the people of the entire universe, whether it was night time or dawn, were all watching Charter Square, Parliament Mountain, and the core of the Federation through television.
The two connected squares at the front and back of Parliament Mountain were already filled with people, and people were whispering with joy. The Federation welcomed a new president, and in the context of great reconciliation, even the president's political enemies could not dig up any misdeeds, so the citizens of the Federation had high expectations for the new government.
The news channel of the Federation TV station and a few other major television stations had already set up countless broadcasting stations, and the heavy cameras were like black holes of cannons, aimed at the people attending the inauguration ceremony, and transmitted the sincere or fake smiles on their faces to thousands of households.
The wireless cameras that hovered around the viewing platform and the stone steps of Parliament Mountain were like loyal roaming sentries, vigilantly watching the surroundings, and transmitting all the details that were worth paying attention to back to the broadcasting vehicles, such as the material of the oath-taking platform on the stone steps of Parliament Mountain, and the faces of the political bigwigs on the viewing platform.
The viewing platform was connected to the stone steps of Parliament Mountain, and the old man who stood closest to the oath-taking platform was the president of the Federation Parliament. This vice president cum president was ending his political career today, but looking at his expression, he was quite relaxed and at ease.
Beside the president was naturally the vice president, and the vice president's expression was a bit heavy. After the new president was inaugurated, he still had to carry out his duties in the majestic parliament building, and he just had to cooperate with the new president. Perhaps he was thinking about this, or perhaps he had already started thinking about the parliamentary election in a few years?
A few members of the National Security Council were also at the back. The chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff of the Federation, the commander of the First Military Region, General Miles, stood at the front with a cold expression, and beside him were the commanders of the Second Military Region and the Third Military Region …
The cameraman of the Federation News Channel, wearing sunglasses, controlled the suspended camera on the arm and slowly flashed past the faces of these important people. These important people had been through who knows how many big scenes, and they maintained their facial expressions extremely well, without a trace of trembling at all.
On the contrary, the staff in the temporary broadcasting center behind the parliament building were excited by the familiar faces that flashed past on the camera. All the important people of the Federation government, parliament, and military were present, and this was a rare scene.
The female three-star Federal Fleet General Hong Yuliang had come. This middle-aged female general who was used to drifting in the universe stood calmly in the crowd, unassuming, but exceptionally eye-catching, because everyone knew that she rarely landed on the surface of a planet in the past few years. During President Sieg's inauguration ceremony last time, she was still far away near the Bermuda space passage, and did not return to S1 at all.
Who was the middle-aged general beside her, wearing a dark military uniform, with a cold and indifferent expression? The reporters in the broadcasting center looked at that face and simultaneously sucked in a cold breath. Commander Zhong of the Fourth Military Region, far away in the West Woods, actually came as well? When did he arrive at the capital? Why was there no news yet? The leader of the seven major families of the Federation and the most powerful military general of the Federation, who had been absent from two presidential inauguration ceremonies in a row, actually came in person this time?
Tens of thousands of spectators had gathered in front of the parliament hill, but the focus of the news was still on the important people on the viewing platform. The citizens watching the news on TV curiously identified the identity and power of these important people, and they were unusually excited.
The big shots on the viewing platform, the reporters in the broadcast center, the higher-ups of the major television stations who were watching all of this, and the reporters who were waiting to submit their manuscripts silently looked at the faces that were familiar, or should have been familiar, but had become somewhat unfamiliar. However, they were not as excited as the ordinary people. Instead, they felt a trace of a strange emotion, but this emotion was positive and encouraging.
Everyone had arrived, even the eccentric General Hong and Commander Zhong, who had always been indifferent to the Federation, had arrived. This demonstrated an atmosphere of great unity that had never been seen before. In front of the threat of the Empire, after the turmoil of the 67th year of the Constitutional Era, all of the important people with foresight in the Federation felt the importance of unity.
President Pabre's administration undoubtedly ushered in the most beautiful beginning.
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Amidst the resounding applause, excited shouts, and happy whistles,. Mr. Pabre, the president-elect of the Federation, accompanied by his wife and President Sigg, slowly walked from the side to the stone steps of the parliament building.
This was the first time Pabre stood at the highest point of the Federation, but this lawyer-turned-politician did not panic at all. He shook hands with President Sigg, smiled, and whispered a few words, and then walked to the front of the oath stage.
The sea of people in the square at the foot of the parliament building immediately became even more excited, and the guests on the viewing platform also began to extremely politely applaud.
President Pabre was born into a family of miners in the Donglin District. His difficult childhood and later arduous military career left behind dark marks on his face full of perseverance. And his ten years of work as a public interest lawyer allowed his thick lips to say countless words that would make the hearts of the audience swoon.
However, today, President Pabre said nothing. He only raised both of his arms, and raised them high towards the people in the square who passionately supported him.
Gradually, the square became quiet.
President Pabre narrowed his eyes and watched the dense crowd. He turned his head to look at his wife who had hot tears in her eyes, and then looked at his election partner, Vice President Byron. He cast a slightly simple and honest smile, and then turned his head back.
After the collapse of the dynasty in the distant past, human society entered the stage of electoral politics. No matter how the name of society changed, whether it was the Republic or the Federation, but after so many years, only this presidential election gave the Federation people a very different feeling.
Because in this presidential election, two outliers, Senator Pabre and Senator Macklin, had appeared. In countless years of elections, there had never been a story of a person without any family background, starting from the bottom of society, and standing on the glorious stage of Federation politics in one fell swoop. But this time, two people had appeared at once.
President Pabre quietly looked at the people below the stage, and a trace of a smile appeared on his face. The wrinkles on his lips became very deep, as if they were carved with a knife. They were firm and gave people a feeling of trust. There were many people in the Federation who passionately supported him, at least not less than Macklin's support. However, in the election, this politician had always calmly controlled the emotions of his supporters, and in order to not let the Federation fall into chaos, he had carried out countless difficult and even somewhat passive efforts.
However, reality proved that he was the final victor.
"My victory is the victory of the common people."
President Pabre looked at the crowd below the stone steps and suddenly laughed loudly. His laughter was exceptionally free and unrestrained. After the laughter gradually stopped, he extended his right index finger and pointed at the people who were full of joyful smiles.
His palm was broad and thick, and his fingers were slender and strong. He loudly said, "It is your victory!"
The victory of the common people, your victory! In the winter capital special district, on Parliament Hill, Charter Square, the lawn, the calm lake, and every corner of the Federation, the miners who had been guarding the resource planet for several years, the warriors patrolling the border, the students in the dormitory, and all kinds of people were excited by these words.
The cheers resounded in front of Parliament Hill, and the sound was deafening. Behind the oath-taking platform, the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, who was in charge of presiding over today's oath-taking ceremony, opened his sleepy eyes, as if he did not know what had happened.
In an extremely inconspicuous position in the second-to-last row of the viewing platform, Lady Tai, wearing a black imitation leather coat, calmly looked at the president in the distance. She covered her mouth with her gloved right hand and coughed softly a few times. Hearing the cheers around her, she unnoticeably frowned.
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"This is the victory of the common people, this is your victory!" On the news screen in the office, President Pabre was loudly saying these words. There was a sea of people in the square, and it was a magnificent sight.
The white-haired Senator Macklin had a haggard expression on his face, but when he saw this scene, he could not help but laugh mockingly. He softly said, "An eloquent speaker who uses the common people as his clothes."
As the loser of the presidential election, Macklin was not too dissatisfied to be able to escape unscathed. His haggard expression mainly came from waking up early that morning and the current situation he was in. This senator, who was highly respected by the people at the bottom of the Federation, wore a white shirt that was dyed with black and yellow spots. There was also a lingering stench that seeped out of his body.
The news on the television continued. Not far away, the dense gunshots continued to sound, chilling to the heart. Senator Macklin's face was a little pale. He took a wet towel and wiped the dirt and dust on his body in disgust. Although his residence was behind the office, and there was a huge shower and the most luxurious wave jacuzzi, as the target of an assassination, he really did not have the mood or time to enjoy these things amidst the roaring gunshots.
"We have to leave immediately! Mr. Senator. " Macklin's confidential secretary said with a pale face and a trembling voice, "Since the other party can even blow up the escape tunnel, they must be a very large organization. Maybe they are people from the mountains … We don't know if the Federal Army will come to help. The security forces in the building alone will definitely not be able to withstand it."
The moment the alarm sounded, the staff in the senator's office helped Senator Macklin, who had woken up early, into the secret tunnel and prepared to leave directly into the underground parking lot. However, no one expected that just as they were about to walk out of the secret tunnel, there would be a terrifying explosion above the tunnel. The power of the explosion directly collapsed the top of the tunnel, and seven staff members in the senator's office died in the rubble. It was the cautious Senator Macklin who had deliberately waited until the end, and he managed to escape with his life.
However, the dust, feces, and urine that were blasted out by the explosion still drenched the people who were lucky enough to escape with their lives.
Senator Macklin frowned and glanced at his secretary. He thought of his secretary, Helen, and felt even more dissatisfied. However, Helen had already been killed by him in the terrorist attack, so there was no benefit in reminiscing about her past.
The senator wiped his white hair with a wet towel and threw the smelly towel on the ground. He turned back to look at the strong soldier beside the chair and asked in a low voice, "How long until the helicopter arrives?"
"The intruders are too fast. Even if the military receives the order to request for help, it will take at least twenty minutes." The soldier did not have an epaulet and did not belong to any department of the Federation government. He was Senator Macklin's most trusted subordinate, and had been Macklin's orderly many years ago. Later on, he began to lead the armed forces in the building to protect and protect Senator Macklin's career in this universe.
"What do you suggest?" Although Senator Macklin was in a sorry state, he still managed to maintain a calm expression. The continuous gunshots and the occasional explosion not far away could not make the weather-beaten old man panic.
"There are not many intruders. The internal surveillance confirmed that only one person entered the building," the soldier said in a low voice.
"One person?" Macklin's brows furrowed, and he snapped rudely, "How is the safety work done?"
"It's my fault. However, there is a very powerful sniper on the peak in the northeast. " The soldier replied quickly and calmly, "Whether we evacuate from the ground now or wait for the helicopter to leave, it will be very dangerous. The sniper must be waiting for this moment."
"The Federal Army's conventional sniper weapons can't have such a long range." He continued to analyze, "I think it's an experimental ACW. Senator, I suggest that we stay in the building and wait for reinforcements. According to the feedback from the communication device, the reinforcements outside the building have rushed over. Since there is only one person, it is impossible for him to break into this room in front of our security forces."
"Then how did he break into the building?" The secretary retorted sharply, and then suggested to the senator in a trembling voice, "That person must have other helpers. Mr. Senator, let's retreat first. Since the sniper outside has been exposed, the Special Task Force must be dealing with him now."
"The Special Task Force's response can't be slow, but it will take some time for the people to deal with the sniper to arrive. The key is, can those agents handle it?" The soldier glanced at the secretary and saluted Senator Macklin. "Comrade Senator, please believe in our strength and determination. There is a safe house in the office, and this is the safest place. "
"Okay." Senator Macklin did not think for long and agreed to the arrangement. He slowly sat back on the soft sofa and watched the presidential inauguration ceremony on the television tiredly. He said slowly, "Are you confident?"
"Yes." The soldier said calmly, "That person has been surrounded at the entrance of the three eastern districts. Everyone is rushing over. Even if he is Li Pifu, only death awaits him today."
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After the first round of shooting, Shi Qinghai carried the heavy ACW and its accessories, stepped on the red leaves, and rushed to the foot of the mountain. He knew that his position had been exposed, and the enemy would definitely come to suppress him immediately. However, the reason he rushed down the mountain was not to change his sniping position, but to change his role in the plan today. He wanted to provide as much effective support as possible to Madman Xu in the building.
Breathing heavily and with heavy footsteps, Shi Qinghai ran all the way. He knew very well that the ACW in his hand could not determine the outcome of the battle, just like how the new MX mecha could not determine the outcome of the war between the Federation and the Empire. The agents of the Special Task Force were originally used to block bullets for important political figures. How could they be blocked by an anti-materiel rifle?
Previously, Shi Qinghai's shooting at the top of the mountain had stopped the Special Task Force for two minutes. This was taking advantage of the mutual distrust between Senator Macklin's office and the government. However, only the commander of the Special Task Force would come to his senses and realize that he had failed in his duty. He would definitely rush to the building at all costs.
The development of the facts was just as Shi Qinghai expected. The shadow of death could not stop the Special Task Force. When he rushed down the mountain, more than a dozen agents of the Special Task Force had already rushed into the building fearlessly, ready to block Xu Le's escape route. The staff of the security company also rushed in with the Special Task Force.
Shi Qinghai rushed to the foot of the mountain. He listened attentively to the gunshots in the building. His heart gradually became heavy, because the obvious muffled sound of the Cayenne gun had stopped, but the gunshots of the enemy were getting more and more frequent.
After entering a suitable distance, Shi Qinghai reinstalled the ACW and pulled the trigger. The thick barrel had no fire, only smoke.
Two smoke bombs with long tails penetrated the glass wall of the three eastern districts of the foundation building and fell in.
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