Although Xu Le expressed his anger through his sarcastic, mocking, and vulgar words, his expression remained as calm as a rock. No one would have thought that, without any warning, he would suddenly attack. He knocked Niu Delu to the ground like a madman and then stomped on him countless times with his military boots so that he could not turn around.
Xu Le's fists and feet were like mechanical arms with rigid springs installed. They came crashing down with a whoosh, as calm as hitting a sandbag during training. The storm-like fists and feet attacked Niu Delu until blood flowed out from his face. His bones and flesh cracked. The scene looked extremely cruel.
Niu Delu howled miserably. His terrified and shrill voice filled the data center. However, he only cried for less than three seconds before he fainted.
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Shock, bewilderment, fear, and anger. Countless complicated expressions appeared on the faces of the officials of the Bureau of Proclamation. Everything happened too fast. So fast that they could not react at all. Their colleague was already beaten beyond recognition. Even the officials who reacted faster were intimidated by Xu Le's crazy attacks and the cold calmness that was the complete opposite of the crazy. They felt cold all over and did not dare to move forward.
It was not until Niu Delu fainted and Xu Le gradually straightened his slightly bowed body that the officials in the data center began to shout angrily. They were used to being accompanied by the data, regulations, and logic of the Bureau of Proclamation. When faced with this inconceivably savage and violent scene, they naturally did not dare to move forward. They could only angrily order the officers in the room to attack.
The reaction of the Federation officers was not fast enough.
They were soldiers and naturally stood on the side of Xu Le and Group 7. In addition, they knew very well what kind of price the Bureau of Proclamation officers had to pay for the stupid mistakes of their comrades, so they were not willing to interfere at all. On the contrary, when they saw Xu Le beat up the Bureau of Proclamation officer, they felt some indescribable excitement and comfort in their hearts.
But after all, this was a time of war. This was a glorious command ship. The officers could not just stand by and watch Xu Le beat Niu Delu to death. At such a time, an active military officer killed an official of the Bureau of Proclamation in broad daylight. No matter how strong his background was, it was impossible for him to escape the punishment of military discipline and imprisonment.
Niu Delu was unconscious on the ground. The officers walked forward and blocked in front of Xu Le, at the same time calling for the warship's medics to come and save the wounded.
Associate Chief Physician Bai narrowed his eyes and watched as Xu Le straightened his slightly hunched body. He was so angry that his entire body trembled, and he clenched his fists tightly.
She wasn't imitating Xu Le's unique expression when he was angry or nervous. Instead, her glasses had been shattered into pieces, and her myopia made her vision a little blurry. If she didn't squint her eyes, she wouldn't be able to see what was happening in front of her. Xu Le's merciless and fierce attacks on his subordinates and the blood on the ground still pierced through her eyes and pierced her heart.
The pride and dignity of the Bureau of Proclamation temporarily overcame the confusion, doubt, and fear of Xu Le's authority. She looked at Xu Le's blood-stained right hand and said angrily, "Are you satisfied now?"
Xu Le didn't turn his head. His tense body rose and fell slightly under his dark military uniform. He wasn't panting because he was tired, but because his emotions were fluctuating.
"Yes, I'm satisfied."
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These two lines of dialogue seemed to have a strange style unique to Schiller's absurd comedies, but everyone in the room knew that this was not a comedy, but a tragedy, a play that no one dared to guess the outcome of.
The officers blocked in front of Xu Le because they didn't want him to really kill Niu Delu, but they couldn't really arrest him either. They were just a little worried.
The Glory Of The Charter had protected the Federation for countless years. The Bureau of Proclamation was an extremely special organization in the Federation. The government and the Parliament couldn't order the building at the end of the road around. Even the successive presidents and the War God Li Pifu had to give the Bureau of Proclamation due respect.
More importantly, the Bureau of Proclamation's authority and the unspeakable connection it had with the chips on the back of the people's necks made everyone subconsciously fear or forcibly forget the existence of the Bureau of Proclamation. Once they met, even the Seven Great Families had to temporarily avoid them.
The people in the room had never seen or heard of anyone. In fact, no one in the Federation had ever heard of anyone like Xu Le, challenging the Bureau of Proclamation's position in such a bloody way, humiliating the Bureau of Proclamation's glory in such a violent way.
"You dare violate the First Charter."
Niu Delu was carried out of the room by the medics. The people in the room calmed down a little, but it wasn't because they were calm. Instead, they began to have time to think about the next problem. A delicate and pretty female official of the Bureau of Proclamation stared at Xu Le and said those words with an incredulous tone, as if she had naturally sentenced him to death.
The officers looked silently and worriedly at Xu Le. They thought to themselves, even if you have the Lees of Philadelphia and the Department of Defense behind you, who can save you after violating the First Charter? After all, you're still not the new War God of the Federation.
From the time of the catastrophe until now, in countless years, no one had been able to challenge the Bureau of Proclamation and win. In fact, basically no one had ever dared to challenge the Bureau of Proclamation.
But Xu Le happened to know a certain person who had once done such a thing in a carefree and unrestrained manner. Moreover, he could drink red wine and eat beef by the mines and visit prostitutes in the sanatorium in his spare time, enjoying life.
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Xu Le was an uncle type of person. He had brothers, friends, beautiful girls, and comrades. He was very satisfied with days like this, so he wasn't prepared to abandon everything for no reason and rebel against the Glory Of The Charter.
But in his opinion, The Glory Of The Charter and the Bureau of Proclamation were two completely different things. The Bureau of Proclamation was, after all, just a secret organization that served the Central Computer. He had bathed in that light countless times and chatted and joked with that existence. How could a person who had swum the sea be afraid of crossing a small ditch? His mentality was different. He couldn't be like the average person who revered the Bureau of Proclamation.
When he heard the beautiful female official say those words, he was not afraid. He just silently put on his military cap and raised his blood-stained middle finger to the ceiling of the warship that glowed with a metallic luster, as if he was facing the radiance of the charter that enveloped countless galaxies, and said, "I'm not afraid.
"F * ck the First Charter."
This young officer was crazy. Whether it was the officials of the Bureau of Proclamation or the soldiers who were emotionally inclined toward Xu Le, their expressions became extremely ugly. The same thought appeared in their minds.
But Xu Le wasn't done yet. He continued to raise his indecent middle finger and said to the row of high-end computing terminals and the wide holographic screen by the wall,
"Old thing, this is for you!"
Hearing the words "old thing", the expressions of Deputy Director Bai and the officials of the Bureau of Proclamation changed slightly. They had worked in the Bureau of Proclamation building for many years, so they were very sensitive to these seemingly ordinary words. But when these words came from Xu Le's mouth, they were even more shocked.
The military police finally arrived. They were armed with live ammunition and made a "please" gesture to Xu Le. Although they didn't use high-strength plastic ropes, it still represented some kind of mandatory requirement.
Xu Le walked out under escort. At this moment, a line of white light flashed in his left eye. It was the Federal Central Computer's fastest and most innocent reaction to his middle finger.
"What does this have to do with me?"
Seeing the old thing's answer, he couldn't help but laugh bitterly at himself. But before he walked out of the door, he stopped and looked back at the people in the room.
The officials of the Bureau of Proclamation suddenly became nervous when he turned around. They didn't know if this crazy man would jump up and hit them again. The military police who came under orders subconsciously raised their guns slightly.
"What's the name of the curly-haired official in our group?" He looked at Deputy Director Bai and asked.
Deputy Director Bai was stunned. He said a name, narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Why do you ask this? He's already dead. Do you want him to take responsibility? "
"He died with us on a mission, so I have to know his name. His name will appear in the sacrifice list of the seventh group."
After Xu Le finished this sentence, he saluted Deputy Director Bai and left.
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During the battle, a Bureau of Proclamation official was beaten to the brink of being crippled. Countless people witnessed this violent scene with their own eyes. Even if the Federal military wanted to find a way out for Xu Le, they couldn't bear the anger of the Bureau of Proclamation and leave the matter unsettled.
On one hand, the frontline command reported this matter to the Ministry of National Defense as quickly as possible. On the other hand, they had no choice but to issue disciplinary measures to Xu Le. At the same time, they anxiously waited for the attitude of the Bureau of Proclamation in the capital ring.
Xu Le's military punishment was to be confined until the Bureau of Proclamation made a decision. This seemed to be a very harsh method, but he didn't care. After all, after killing Macklin, he was imprisoned in the Fox Fortress for a few months, but he still survived.
At most, he would let the old guy make a few more movies to watch.
He could face all of this calmly, but the members of the seventh group couldn't.
Lieutenant Colonel Xu Le wanted to seek justice for them and their dead comrades, so he beat up an official of the Bureau of Proclamation. As a result, he was confined by his superiors!
For a time, the entire barracks was filled with the sound of guns being loaded. Other than that, the camp was deathly silent. But for some reason, the other groups that passed by the barracks felt that there were countless roaring beasts hiding inside, ready to rush out at any moment.
Bai Yulan, who looked docile on the surface but was actually sharp and bloodthirsty, could intimidate these men, but she remained silent. On the surface, she was full of sarcasm, but in reality, the smooth and cunning Lan Xiaolong also remained silent. From a certain perspective, they were even allowing the members of the seventh group to brew up this violent emotion.
This was because Bai Yulan and Lan Xiaolong knew very well what Xu Le's actions meant, and what it meant to offend the Bureau of Proclamation. If they didn't cause a big commotion, they were afraid that the small-eyed man they were determined to follow would really be in big trouble.
The abnormal emotions in this ordinary barracks finally broke through the atmosphere and reached the Federal Fleet among the stars. The Federal military 163 frontline command center finally made an exception and made some kind of response after a long time of deliberation.
The next day, a light battleship landed in the rhombus-shaped base. Lieutenant Colonel Xu Le, who was temporarily stripped of his military position, was escorted back to the seventh group barracks.
An additional military police was sent to the barracks, but he was still confined, but in a different place. They still had to wait for the reaction from the capital ring.
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(The chapter name is pen and ink because it's going to be a case of pen and ink … Uh, you all know that I'm making things up. It's actually because of Wen Ruian's words. The Chinese have fists, pen and ink, and ambition. How can the next chapter be called ambition?
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