After following Professor Shen Yulin for many days, Xu Le's theoretical physics was still his shortcoming. However, as an engineer with rich practical experience, his understanding and application of the non-elastic Hawke's Law was not something an ordinary person could compare to. The connecting assembly system made the outer transparent material of the safe house sturdier. Bullets were used to forcibly draw a balanced line on the surface of the safe house. Finally, gravity was applied to the connecting part. Only then could one strike succeed.
It was not difficult to have the theory and dare to put it into practice. The key was to have the means and ability to implement it and smash the evil safe house. The most important thing was Xu Le's last punch. This punch was too fierce and too heavy. It was like a large steel ball hanging from a heavy dismantling machine, whizzing over.
No matter how sturdy the design of the safe house was, it probably never occurred to them that a person's body could explode with the power of such a heavy machine. Therefore, in front of Xu Le's fist, the transparent glass door cracked open. The white cracks spread out like a spider web. Then, it shattered into a messy post-modern image. In the end, it shattered into countless pieces of brittle glass and fell to the ground.
It was like thousands of piles of snow piled up between the two of them.
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With such an inhuman strength, Xu Le's right wrist snapped. His face was pale, but his squinted eyes were unusually bright. Without a trace of pain or hesitation, he walked into the door.
His military boots stepped on the thousands of piles of broken glass and snow, making a rustling sound.
Just as the glass door shattered, Senator Macklin's eyes, which were as calm as a lake, also shattered into pieces. The tranquil luster dimmed for a moment before dispersing in all directions. Because of the unimaginable abnormality in front of him and the approaching death, it disappeared from his old and tired black eyes.
When a boy wooed the girl he liked by the Rose River, he would probably think of his peers in the movies. Those Casanova with big noses or small noses cheering for him. The young people who participated in the high school joint examination would definitely think of countless outstanding seniors or the best cheaters in the school to cheer for them. When the last soldier in the frontline tunnel in the West Woods held a cluster bomb and fearlessly charged at the dynasty's tanks in front of him, he would definitely think of many heroes, such as Li Pifu. Those who acted bravely for a just cause. Thinking back to those who acted bravely for a just cause in the past, those who did not care about their own safety, perhaps they did not have the time to think too much.
People would habitually use a lot of mental things to boost their courage and confidence before doing something big. Xu Le was also an ordinary person, and he was no exception. However, when he stepped on the glass and came to the front of Senator Macklin, he did not think of anything.
Xu Le did not expect Macklin to look like an old man with one foot in the grave. The look of despair on his face was like that of a person who deserved sympathy. He did not think about the consequences of killing Macklin. He did not think that it was a human life. Xu Le did not think about the consequences of killing Macklin.
He had watched this person for a whole year. He was a little tired and wanted to give up. However, the pictures of the dead children in Charter Square made him pick up the idea again. Perhaps it was because he thought for too long on the bench behind the snow, so he did not think about anything today. He did not need to think. Carrying his travel bag, he killed his way into the heavily surrounded Golden Foundation building and killed his way to the old man.
Some people thought too much and did too little. Xu Le would do it after he thought it through. He was just an ordinary person. At this time, he did not even know Macklin's true identity. What a small person like him did would have a great impact on the Federation.
He raised the gun with his left hand and pulled the trigger.
After entering the building, everything was going according to plan. However, there was a huge problem in the middle. But from the way Xu Le dealt with the matter of the safe house, under the premise that he had enough information, he was a very calm person who could come up with a plan. So, at this time, he was sure that there was still one bullet left in his gun, the last bullet.
However, the shot did not go off. The tough guns in Team 7's armory finally had a problem for the first time, but it happened at the most critical moment. Xu Le mumbled something vaguely. Blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth. He threw the gun in his hand to the ground.
At this moment, Macklin's slack eyes quickly closed and regained their luster. He had experienced too many moments of life and death in his life, but there was not a moment as shocking as when Xu Le pulled the trigger between his eyebrows. However, when this moment disappeared, the experienced and tough Macklin was ready to seize this last chance.
He did not try to take out the gun in his pocket to shoot. This was because what had happened before made him very clear that the small-eyed man in front of him had an unparalleled and terrifying strength in these aspects.
Macklin reached out the pen that he had been holding in his hand and handed it to Xu Le. He said in a hoarse voice, "I think you should need this very much."
Until now, Macklin was still thinking about why this person called Xu Le wanted to kill him. If it was to avenge the girl called Zhang Xiaomeng, but Zhang Xiaomeng was not dead. This experienced and ruthless Macklin would never have thought that Xu Le wanted to kill him because of some old things that he thought were not worth mentioning in the eyes of the big shots in the Federation, such as Lin Hai and the concert.
He had always thought that Xu Le had invaded the Golden Foundation building and wanted to kill him for other reasons. There was some great interest involved. Perhaps he was representing the will of Lady Tai, or perhaps he had some conflict with those guys in Green Dragon Mountain.
Therefore, Macklin handed over his pen and was ready to negotiate with him in a hoarse voice.
Xu Le looked at the pen in front of him and was slightly stunned. He thought to himself, Should I say thank you? I want to kill him now, but he still wants to find a convenient person for me? He was so calm and indifferent in the face of death. Although this Macklin was an unforgivable person, it still made him feel a little emotional.
No one, not even the history books of the Federation in the future, knew that this was actually just a misunderstanding.
Xu Le's face was expressionless. Perhaps this was the only way to calm his emotions. He took the pen and stabbed it in silence.
The black, expensive ink pen had a hard alloy tip at the front end. It drew a dark ray of light in the air, like a knife that the orphans of Donglin would play with on the muddy ground. With a poof, it pierced into Macklin's neck.
Then, it was pulled out.
Macklin did not react at all. It was not until the blood on his neck spurted onto the wall that he realized what had happened.
He frowned and covered the wound on his neck that was spurting blood. He stared at Xu Le and wanted to say something, but no words came out. He took two steps back, tripped over a chair, and sat on the ground with a crash.
Blood continued to flow out from the gaps between his pale and withered fingers. The old senator furrowed his brows in pain and breathed in the last few breaths of air. His eyes widened as he looked at Xu Le with a trace of disbelief. Finally, he twitched a few times and stopped breathing.
During the process of Macklin's death, Xu Le stared at him silently. He stared at his face, his eyes, the fingers on his neck that were covering the wound, and the blood that was oozing out between his fingers. As the blood oozing out between his fingers became less and less, and thicker, he took a deep breath.
At this time, he seemed to have some free time to think. Watching the person in front of him slowly die, Xu Le thought of the beautiful ticket takers in the Linhai State Gymnasium. Those girls whispered behind him, discussing how such a student could sit in the most luxurious box. Some of those girls later became corpses. Xu Le had seen it with his own eyes when he was on the run with Tai Zhiyuan. He thought of the concert in Mountain Four States. He thought of the children who died at the age of six or seven. He thought of the children's innocent and young faces when they died and slept. He thought of their families and the few people in Charter Square.
Xu Le watched Macklin die. His left eye could see ghosts at this time. In the hologram in his left eye, the string of citizen numbers that had been floating above Macklin's head shattered and then disappeared like the previous door. When he saw this scene and confirmed Macklin's death, he lowered his head and gently breathed.
Breathe, breathe the air without you.
How fresh this air is.
However, like a balloon that had been filled with air, he exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. The goal of meditating without sleep was achieved. Xu Le's mind couldn't help but feel a little lost. In an instant, the injuries that were suppressed by his strong willpower all broke out.
He had been hit by many bullets. Although the hard ceramic bulletproof vest had protected most of his vital parts, he had been bleeding all the way here. He was already extremely weak. His previously forgotten broken right wrist was also starting to feel waves of sharp pain.
Xu Le moved his sore and stiff body with difficulty, leaned against the wall next to him, and slowly sat down.
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In the capital special district of planet S1 far away, in front of the sea of people in front of the parliament hill, the people who participated in the presidential inauguration ceremony looked excitedly at the dark-faced president on the stone steps. President Pabre's speech had come to an end. The overwhelming words, the sonorous and powerful words, and the promises that were not too complicated but were exceptionally powerful, were like countless bells that struck the hearts of the citizens who had placed endless hope in the new Federation government.
The guests on the viewing platform had smiles on their faces as they respectfully and courteously watched President Prabble, who was waving his arms. However, what they were thinking was completely different from what they were thinking about during the solemn inauguration ceremony.
The old director of the Bureau of Proclamation slowly closed the phone in his hand. Thinking of the news he had just heard, a smile appeared on his aged lips. The smile was full of endless relief.
Macklin was dead.
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It's good that he's dead. I'll have to write Macklin's words in the future. From the beginning of the design, it was to have Xu Le use the pen to kill Macklin, so he had to arrange for the last bullet to go wrong. The reason for this was that he felt that perhaps Macklin would not do anything personally, but he could use orders to frame people and harm many people. From the bottom of his heart, he was not an official of the pen, so it was more appropriate for him to die with the pen. That paragraph also wanted to explain that many things could be negotiated. Many people would think so, but Xu Le had never thought about this problem. He was more direct. I originally thought that I would have to wait until 9 o 'clock to write this chapter. Fortunately, I was in a good mood. Although my body is quite weak, I wrote it much earlier. At this time, I went to eat and then put on more clothes to keep warm. Speaking of which, it's only October, but the temperature is lower than I've ever experienced in my life. It's still the old saying from a long time ago. China is too big, and the difference between the north and the south is too big. The Federation is also very big.
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