This was Xu Le's last night in Qingcheng's military prison. He stood by the window and looked at the wild grass outside. He thought about the ups and downs of this period of time and couldn't help but feel emotional. With a different state of mind, the scenery in his eyes would naturally be somewhat different.
His biggest worry after escaping from Donglin had been resolved just like that? Was he going to regain his freedom soon?
The Lees of Philadelphia was a towering mountain. Xu Le knew that the reason he could stand on this mountainside and look down at the scenery peacefully was all because of that uncle whose life he didn't know if he was alive or dead.
Even if he was a real rock, after experiencing so many things, if he still couldn't make a reasonable analysis of his life as a fugitive these past few years, then it could only be said that he was a stupid rock. However, Xu Le was not stupid.
The identity chip behind his neck had been changed, and he was arranged to enter Ewha University. The chip's authority allowed him to enter H1, and from there, he got to know the Tai family's young master. From there, the young fugitive bumped into the highest circle of the Federation.
If it wasn't for Xu Le always having a strong desire to kick the uneven parts of the road, if it wasn't for the dark corners of the alleyways that made him feel a little depressed and wanted to light a fire, and if it wasn't for the path that Feng Yu had planned for him, he probably would have already become one of the Federation's youngest lieutenant colonels, a first-class technical supervisor of the Nutshell Company, had a close relationship with the Tai family, and hooked up with the Lees of Philadelphia. It could really be said that his future was bright …
However, how could Feng Yu not know Xu Le's character? Perhaps the later developments of this story were all within his predictions. Xu Le silently thought about this point and couldn't help but feel slightly perplexed. What kind of place was the Lees of Philadelphia? How could these two brothers who lived in the light and darkness be so powerful to such an extent? Their intelligence, their bearing, their extremely terrifying strength, where did they learn it from? Other than Madman Li and himself, he didn't seem to have found anyone else in the Federation who would shiver all over in the summer and transform into some kind of monster …
His thoughts were in a mess, and he fell into a light sleep. The night ended without a word. Facing the dawn of dawn, Xu Le walked out of the cell under the escort of the officers of the Qingcheng Military Prison and the warden himself. He walked through a long and gloomy passage.
Looking at the felons eating breakfast in the cafeteria through the transparent material, Xu Le habitually nodded to them. He knew that this prison only held the most heinous criminals. It was not like what was described in literature, where there was endless injustice and darkness. But after all, they had been separated by the bars for more than twenty days. Thinking of his not-so-innocent but somewhat cold experience, he wanted to say hello one last time.
The heavy metal gate slowly slid past. After going through four strict scanning procedures, Xu Le walked out of the Qingcheng Military Prison.
He raised his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the gloomy sky. Then, he turned back to thank the warden and the others. Then, accompanied by two officers, he got into the military vehicle.
With his hands behind his back, the warden of the military prison watched the military vehicle turn into a small black dot on the gray road. He could not help but sigh softly. As the warden, he was very clear about the traditions and stories of the Qingcheng Military Prison. It was basically impossible for anyone who entered this prison to get out. But as long as a prisoner got out of this prison, he would definitely become a big shot in the Federation in the future. The small-eyed man who left today was probably no exception.
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After a three-hour long flight, the military plane landed at the military airport in the suburbs of the capital. After getting off the plane, Xu Le got into another dark green semi-armored military vehicle. The officers in charge of escorting him along the way were not in the mood to chat. Xu Le's shackles had been removed, but he did not have the urge to escape. He just squinted his eyes and greedily looked at the familiar streets of the capital outside the window, as well as the row of towering buildings in the distance.
The military vehicle stopped without any warning beside the flat pool of grass in front of the parliament hill.
"Please wait a moment. Someone will come to pick you up immediately." After saying this, the soldier on the military vehicle saluted Xu Le and then drove away from the street.
Xu Le subconsciously returned the salute and then found himself in the core area of the Federation's capital. On the opposite side of the wide street was the majestic parliament building and those familiar stone steps. The June sun was shining brightly in the sky. On the dark green grass beside them, there were people sitting in groups of twos and threes. Everything seemed so peaceful.
He was wearing a military uniform without epaulets today and did not have any luggage. At this moment, he was suddenly all alone and standing in the middle of a crowd. He actually felt a little lost and helpless. From time to time, people would walk past him. Many people would take photos not far from him with the parliament building as the background. No one noticed him, and no one would have thought that this young soldier who seemed to be waiting for someone was the terrorist who had caused trouble for the Federation for half a year.
Half a year.
Half a year ago, when Xu Le was determined to kill Macklin, it was still snowing in the capital. Since then, he had not been free. When he was transferred from Fox Fortress to Qingcheng Military Prison, he, who had been in the dark for a long time, was once blinded by the sunlight that he had not seen for a long time. However, this was not the case today. It was just this change of time and space, this sudden arrival of freedom, that made him feel a little lost.
When he left, it was snowing. When he returned, it was already late spring. It was sunny after the snow, and it was really sunny. More than a hundred days had passed, but it was actually just a moment.
In the blink of an eye, the sky was clear.
A black official car slid in front of him, and a few Special Task Force agents wearing black open lapels walked out of the car. One of them looked coldly at Xu Le and said, "We have arranged a place for you to bathe and eat. There is not much time. Mr. President still has a schedule in the afternoon. At noon, he will be waiting for you at the official residence."
Xu Le nodded subconsciously.
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South of the capital, George Carlin Foundation Cultural and Arts Center.
In the largest auditorium of the George Carlin Foundation, the Nebula Award award ceremony was being held. The award ceremony was supposed to be held in January, but because of the unfortunate death of the Peace Prize candidate, Senator Medellin, it had to be postponed to today. It had to be said that the demonstrations that had occupied Charter Square and the square in front of Parliament Hill for four months were one of the important reasons why the award ceremony had to be postponed.
The Nebula Award was an official award of the Federation, and its authority and sense of honor were unquestionable. During the process of awarding the Basic Physics Award, Space Technology Award, and Biotechnology Award, the applause in the hall did not stop. All the guests who participated in the award ceremony did not hesitate to express their sincere congratulations to the scholars who won the award.
When Governor Ross replaced Senator Medellin to receive the Peace Prize, the applause in the George Carlin Foundation reached its peak. Everyone collectively stood up and expressed their most sincere respect and condolences to the old man who had fought for the Federation all his life, who had bravely resisted the invasion of the Empire, who had adhered to the principle of non-violence for the rest of his life, and who had finally died at the hands of fanatical nationalistic terrorists in Green Dragon Mountain.
This mood continued until the chairman of the Nebula Award Committee raised his voice and invited President Pabre to come on stage to give a speech. Then, there was a slight change. The guests who had just sat down all stood up again to welcome the arrival of the President of the Federation.
Over the years, in the upper class of the Federation, the guests who were qualified to appear in the George Carlin Foundation were always somewhat disdainful or indifferent to this dark-skinned politician who came from the lowest class of miners in society. However, Mr. Pabre was now the President of the Federation, so they had to cover up their feelings very well. Especially in the past six months, President Pabre led the government cabinet and dealt with the chaos caused by Senator Medellin's death with extreme force and means, ensuring the smooth operation of the Federation. He demonstrated his extremely powerful political wisdom and means. The people in the upper class of the Federation had begun to accept and respect this dark-skinned middle-aged man from the bottom of their hearts.
The guests looked at President Pabre on the podium and couldn't help but think about the commotion caused by the Federation government in the past few months in response to Senator Medellin's death. They couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines.
The Federation government announced the results of the investigation in the shortest time possible and appeased some people. Meanwhile, President Pabre personally went to Linhai State University City to talk to the excited students. It was said that at the scene of the conversation, President Pabre's tone was calm and his attitude was firm. However, everyone knew that President Pabre had never stopped praising George Carlin. Even the award ceremony of the Nebula Award was held at the George Carlin Foundation Cultural and Arts Center under his arrangement …
Two hands at the same time, one to appease, the other to be firm. When the fanatical Senator Medellin's youth army in the Federation occupied the square and attacked the parliament building, and when S2 entered the factory to call for a general strike, President Pabre responded in a way that no one would have thought possible.
The three major unions, which had been silent for nearly two years, came forward. The members of the three major unions in the Federation were countless. They represented the ordinary workers and had fought for countless years against the capitalists. They cooperated with the anti-government army in Green Dragon Mountain from afar, and their influence among the lower-class people and industrial workers was extremely far-reaching.
No one would have thought that the three major unions would unite and stand on the government's side this time!
It was only now that many people realized that President Pabre was born in a family of miners. In the past few years, he had been the chief lawyer of the three major unions until he officially stepped into the political arena. During those years, Mr. Pabre and his subordinates, who were still lawyers, had fought countless public interest lawsuits for the three major unions. They had fought for countless benefits for the lower-class people who had been harmed and insulted.
Now, the three major unions had begun to help Mr. Pabre.
With the support of the three major unions and the support of the families led by Lady Tai, S2 did not have a general strike like last year. The situation in S1 also quickly calmed down. There were some very subtle changes in the people's inclination. Today, although there were still many people in the Charter Square who were protesting, they could no longer affect the foundation of the Federation.
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