Bai Yulan took another puff of her cigarette. Her face, which was covered by her black hair, did not change in the slightest because of Lan Xiaolong's sudden question. She said softly, "The Ministry gave Group 7 a mission. Originally, they only had three days to prepare. In the morning, the boss made a call to the West Mountain Compound. After an angry argument over the phone, the three days became ten days.
"The ministry has to give him face. I stabbed him because I want him to be more efficient during the ten days that he fought for. If too many of the children of these big shots die in the hands of the boss, even if Fei Cheng and the minister want to protect him, there will be too many problems."
Lan Xiaolong looked at him and continued to ask, "Why did you want to risk your life for him?"
Bai Yulan pressed the cigarette against the wall, leaving a deep black mark. The flame went out, leaving behind a trace of heat.
"That year, the new mecha failed. President Sieg was furious. The Bureau of Proclamation started to investigate Nutshell's illegal activities. Group 7 was thrown out as a scapegoat by some important people. In order to protect Xiong Linquan and the others, you shouldered all the responsibility and were sent to the military court. Although you were lucky to get away with it, you were expelled from the army forever.
"From that day onwards, you quit smoking. You swore that you would never smoke again. You said that you wanted to be healthy and live a long life."
Lan Xiaolong looked down at the cigarette between his fingers and said, "But after you started following Xu Le, you started smoking again. We know your personality and what it means to break your oath. Before we left the capital ring, Ning He came looking for me. He felt that your personality had become too calm and cold, like a crazy demon. "
It was after Ning He's wedding that Xu Le stabbed Bai Yulan in the back. Thinking about that time, Bai Yulan narrowed his eyes, as if he could still feel the pain in his back.
After a moment of silence, he said softly, "In the past six months, you've been brainwashing the people of Group 7 every day. You want to make Xiong Jiaozi and the others worship the boss so much that they have the urge to hug the boss to sleep. Didn't the Department of Defense send you here to help him gather Group 7 first, then slowly gather the 17th division? Since your mission is to put the lives of many people in the hands of the boss, what's wrong with me doing my best? "
After receiving an affirmative answer, Lan Xiaolong, who was used to mocking the federation with a sarcastic and sarcastic tone, froze. Uneasiness and worry gradually spread out of his eyes, but the words that came out of his mouth were still as sharp as ever.
"Our genius manager is destined to become a big figure. Lord War God, the Department of Defense has been paving the way for him for the past year, and I'm the coolie who sprinkles the cement. The problem is that there has to be a limit to any decision. "
"As the guy at the bottom of the pile of materials … if we work too hard, we can only become countless crushed stones in the future, embedded in the cement and paved on his golden path. When he steps on the road with his shiny military boots, his path is straight, and he won't think about the crushed stones under his feet."
Bai Yulan lowered his head and leaned against the wall. His fingers let go of the cigarette and his right leg bent to push against the wall. He answered quickly and directly, "I joined the army when I was young. In this life, I've killed many people and seen many things. Assassinating Bermuda merchants for the government, smuggling for the young masters in the military, robbing pirate ships … I've done many bad things in my life. I don't have any respect for morality or self-pity. I can't say that I have a heart of stone, but I'm very indifferent."
He continued, "Group 7 has always been the most arrogant and powerful combat team in the nutshell. As the combat manager, on one hand, I did some shady things for the government, and on the other hand, I did some dark things to earn money. I always thought that I had a good life."
"However, when I started working as Xu Le's secretary, I gradually realized that this kind of life was the happiest. The year when I went back and forth between the capital and Hong Kong was the most relaxing and comfortable life of my life. "
Bai Yulan raised his head and used his slender fingers to lift the black hair in front of his eyes. His gentle and quiet face was full of a relaxed smile.
"I originally thought that following Xu Le was just a way to earn money. However, after he got into trouble, I suddenly found that my life was very unpleasant. I was even more surprised that a cold-blooded person like myself could have such unhappiness and uneasiness … Maybe it's because this young guy once inexplicably gave me some trust that I didn't expect?"
Bai Yulan narrowed his eyes like Xu Le and looked at the soldiers running on the field. He shrugged his shoulders like Lan Xiaolong and said, "On the day of Ninghe's wedding, he stabbed me, but I felt much better … It's not that I'm cheap. It's just that I know that I can go back to those days that made me feel relaxed."
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He looked at Lan Xiaolong and said in a soft but firm voice, "Working with Xu Le gives me a strong sense of being grounded. I feel proud that my spine can always be straight and I don't have to be afraid of being killed."
"The things we used to do were not strange, strange, or arrogant. But they were very, very hard, as hard as steel. We were not afraid of gossip and we were not afraid of asking ourselves. We could straighten our backs and report the results of our work to our parents who were lying in the hospital. If possible in the future, we can look back proudly on our children when we are old. "
"There is no one or thing that is always right. But following Xu Le and doing things that we think are right, this kind of feeling is very good."
Lan Xiaolong listened in silence. He understood what kind of feeling Bai Yulan was trying to describe in his soft voice. However, he increasingly felt that Ninghe's worries were reasonable. Bai Yulan did not worship Xu Le, but he was immersed in the pleasure of a madman. This kind of situation was quite dangerous.
"Do you know? On the day Medellin died, I was on the mountain outside the foundation building. " Bai Yulan's slender eyes flashed a trace of sharpness. He said softly, "At that time, I had a strong impulse to go crazy with him. In fact, I was ready to go crazy at that time."
Lan Xiaolong's face changed dramatically. He could not believe his friend's words at this moment.
"Unfortunately, I received a call on the mountain at that time."
Bai Yulan said bitterly. The image of a middle-aged woman appeared in his mind. She didn't look extraordinary, but her face was full of majesty. Immediately, he calmly raised his head and said, "That's why I didn't go crazy that day. I didn't have enough fun. Now that I have a second chance with Xu Le, I don't want to miss it."
Lan Xiaolong sighed softly and no longer tried to persuade him.
Bai Yulan patted his shoulder with a smile and said, "Like the boss, I am a small figure who struggled at the bottom of the society. As George Carlin said, we are naturally revolutionary. Dealing with the young masters of these big shots will produce a certain kind of pleasure from the bottom of my heart … Your family background is different from ours, so naturally, you can't understand. "
After saying a rare long psychological analysis, the delicate man put his hands back into his trouser pocket. The smile on his face gradually disappeared. The delicate lady lowered her head and walked toward the old soldiers on the field.
Lan Xiaolong looked at the back of the figure. Thinking of the countless dead souls under the delicate knife of his friend and the sinister means hidden in his body, he could not help but shiver. He sympathized with the children of the senators, governors, and tycoons.
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It had to be admitted that as a personal secretary who did not make the bed but served tea and water for a long time, Bai Yulan had a very good grasp of Xu Le's mind. In the following days, the more than 100 old soldiers from the capital ring were miserably dealt with by Bai Yulan, Xiong Linquan, and the others. From day to night, this remote and quiet military camp in the West Woods was filled with miserable howls, cries, screams of despair, and even more desperate cries for mercy.
Running with weights, shooting with weights, and then running with weights again, whipping, kicking, drugs, and obviously illegal black-market stimulants. Blood and snot were smeared on the tattered military uniforms. Bruises and ulcers were constantly rubbing against the sand. Occasionally, someone would fall, and some would be so weak that they would vomit bile. The sun and moon in the West Woods witnessed countless tragic scenes.
Medic Hou Xiandong stared at the piles of hemostatic tape and more than ten empty adhesive bottles in the room. He also stared at the unconscious soldiers in the healing pods. Even though he was a professional and calm military doctor, he could not help but feel a chill run down his spine. But their commanding officer, Manager Xu Le, who was a genius in Group 7, but was also calm, kind, and optimistic, had allowed this to happen.
However, contrary to Bai Yulan's description of George Carlin's theory, Xu Le did not have any hidden pleasure or displeasure in the torture of the old soldiers of the 17th Division. He was only doing things according to some strict engineering logic. Moreover, he was so busy that he did not have the time or mood to enjoy the mental world of a sadist.
Under the white energy-saving lights, Xu Le closed his eyes and adjusted the blueprints stored in his mind. After a moment of thought, he slowly opened his eyes and sent the completed email to Shang Qiu, who was billions of miles away.
Miniaturizing the turbocharger system into a mecha was an extremely difficult task. Cheng Fengshi had proposed a whimsical design concept. After the even more talented Shang Qiu had obtained the materials, she had immediately erased the hydrogen fuel foundation in the original design. The Nutshell Engineering Department worked at full strength. In just a few short days, the project had achieved a great breakthrough.
In the past few days, Xu Le had been in constant email contact with his colleagues in the Nutshell Engineering Department. The main reason was that he was anxious to make his own contribution to the problem of the leaf absorption interference before he went to the frontlines.
Standing by the window, he rubbed his eyes and silently watched the old soldiers struggling on the field like sick dogs under the moonlight. He knew that these people had been tortured to the brink of despair and collapse.
What comforted him was that under such strict training, none of the hundred or so soldiers tried to use self-harm to escape. Perhaps it was because these young masters did not have the courage to harm themselves? He looked at those extremely weak subordinates of his, watching as their eyes grew brighter and brighter, filled with a certain kind of hatred. He felt rather satisfied.
Right at this moment, his phone rang. Xu Le picked up the phone and listened quietly. His expression gradually became serious. The endless pressure from the upper echelons of the capital ring … had finally arrived.
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(Today, I'm not in the right state. For more than three hours, I dozed off as I wrote. I feel sleepy. It's like I've returned to my high school life from more than ten years ago. In the afternoon, I'm drooling and fishing at my desk. This feels so nostalgic … so I've seriously revised it a few times after writing. If there are still any problems, then I'm really sleepy.
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