An agent from the Federation Bureau of Investigation in a black suit hurriedly ran over from the other end of the corridor. He didn't have time to wipe the sweat off his forehead, nor did he care about the complicated looks of his two colleagues at the door. He immediately rushed into the bathroom, took out a roll of soft paper from his pocket, and knocked on the closed door of the cubicle. He panted and said, "I've brought the paper. Do you need anything else?"
"No, thank you." A hand reached out from the cubicle, took the roll of paper, and closed the door again.
The agent from the Federation Bureau of Investigation finally had time to take off his tie, wipe the sweat off his forehead, and calmed his anxious breathing as he slowly walked out of the bathroom.
Hearing the light knocking sound from time to time in the bathroom, the agent guarding the door frowned and asked, "There shouldn't be a problem, right?"
"Don't worry too much." The agent took off his black suit and opened his collar. He shook his head and replied, "If he wanted to escape, how could we stop him?"
"Then what was that sound?"
The agent crumpled his black suit into a ball and put it under his armpit. He tilted his head and listened carefully for a long time. He said in confusion, "It seems to be … a roll of paper hitting the door?"
"What I don't understand is why the colonel is still used to using a roll of paper in the bathroom," another agent said with a shrug.
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Xu Le sat on the toilet for a long time. The cold white porcelain had warmed up, but his heart was still as cold as ever. There was a famous line that was very suitable to describe his feelings at the moment: What a f * cking sh * t life … Of course, there was no sh * t here.
Squinting his eyes, he threw the roll of paper at the door in boredom. Watching it bounce back in a way that didn't conform to the laws of physics, his right hand reached out as fast as lightning. No matter where the roll of paper tried to fly, it couldn't escape from his five fingers.
The day before yesterday, he was a hero of the Federation. Today, he was a wanted criminal of the Federation. This difference didn't make him feel too uneasy. What really made his mood worse was that in order to deal with the big shots, he had to expose Colonel Lake in advance.
Shi Qinghai was the first to raise questions about the internal affairs of the West Woods Military District. With the help of the Central Computer, Xu Le slowly got closer to the truth and found out the sinister and despicable role played by Colonel Lake.
Shocked and angry, Xu Le had prepared a battlefield punishment for Colonel Lake in his plan. According to the punishment customs of the army for betrayers … whether Colonel Lake was sentenced to death or life imprisonment, it would probably be a kind of relief.
In the plan, Colonel Lake was supposed to be the last one to be exposed. Now that he was exposed ahead of time, even if he was still alive, the rest of the clues would be cut off.
Due to the uncertainty of the future, the faint uneasiness of the verdict, and the two reasons regarding Colonel Lake, Xu Le's mood was somewhat low.
"Treasure fish soup, it's not very accurate to call it soup. The half in your right hand is raw dipped in mustard sauce, and the other half has fatty skin. We've prepared white soup to simmer. It should taste good."
The Federation Investigation Bureau agent in charge of taking care of Xu Le's daily meals was now dressed in a black suit. He introduced the dishes for lunch in a serious manner. His tone and attire made him look like a waiter in a restaurant.
Xu Le didn't have much of a reaction. He used the tip of his chopsticks to pick up the thin, translucent piece of fish. He felt the tenderness inside and directly put it in the mustard sauce to wrap it in a big circle. Then he put it in his mouth and chewed until his veins popped out. He was sweating profusely and his eyes were gradually bloodshot.
"Do you want some wine?" The agent at the table was shocked by his silent but slightly arrogant expression. He subconsciously murmured, "It should taste good with some highly pure white wine."
Xu Le shook his head and used the fastest speed to finish the crispy fish slices in front of him. Then he picked up the washbasin-like noodle bowl in front of him and used his long chopsticks to stir the noodles. He quickly stuffed the plain noodles with bright peppers into his mouth and mixed them with the soup. The sound of the noodle slurping filled the entire restaurant. The bowl of noodles was eaten with a sense of heroism.
The Federation Investigation Bureau staff stared at the table in a daze. Looking at this important prisoner, they couldn't understand how Colonel Xu Le could still have such a good appetite in such a tense situation.
Xu Le put down the bowl as if he had completed a mission that he had to complete. There was no satisfaction on his face. He suddenly asked, "Have you been on the battlefield?"
"No." The Federation Investigation Bureau agent shrugged. He didn't understand why he suddenly asked this question.
"I've been on the frontlines." Xu Le suddenly smiled and looked at him as he said this.
The agent thought to himself, The entire Federation knows, and they've all seen how you were on the frontlines, so this is a useless question.
Xu Le seemed to be deep in thought. He frowned and continued, "After the 65th year of the Constitutional Era, the logistics of the Department of National Defense entered the best period in history. But as you know, on the battlefield, who can guarantee that all the supplies will arrive on time? That's impossible. In the heat of battle, it's very common for food supplies to be cut off. At that time, ammunition is much more important than compressed biscuits. "
He lowered his head and looked at the few sticky strands of noodles left in the bowl. He looked at the fish head that was just beginning to bleed on the delicate porcelain plate and said, "So when we can eat, we try to fill ourselves up as much as possible. As long as it doesn't affect our movements … we should fill our stomachs with as much as we can."
"My personal habit is to bring compressed energy bars, but that's another story." He tilted his head slightly. Thinking about that annoying feeling of hunger after every mecha battle, he couldn't help but laugh.
"There's also the problem of going to the toilet." He looked at the agent and said very seriously, "There are toilets in the base, but not on the battlefield. It's even more impossible to have self-cleaning nozzles, Chrysanthemum brand men's personal perfume … it's already good to have a roll of toilet paper. You should know that we often take the uniforms of the Empire's corpses to wipe our butts. The 13th floor once said … the uniforms of the Imperial expeditionary force's Snow Armored Brigade are the most comfortable to wipe our butts with."
"Colonel, what are you trying to say?"
The agent looked at him curiously. For a young employee like him who had just entered the Federation Investigation Bureau, Xu Le in front of him was a legend they worshipped. Even though he was currently under investigation and might become a prisoner, that dizzying sense of legend still existed. So he was very curious as to why Colonel Xu Le would be interested in talking about something that seemed completely unrelated after dinner.
"What I want to say is, war, the battlefield, comrades, troops — the influence these things have on a person." Xu Le's eyebrows gradually furrowed, and he said slowly, as if unwilling to recall the past, "On the battlefield, the last thing I want to do is count the number of people."
"Yes, our 17th Division, starting from the old division, is best at eliminating the enemy while escaping. It's called preserving the strength of the living to better attack the Empire's people … but everyone knows that it's because we're afraid of death. But no matter how afraid we are of death, there will always be people who die. "
"You should know that I was in Group 7 at that time. Every time we went out on a mission and counted the number of people, there would be some names, but no one would answer. F * ck, this is really unpleasant."
"You haven't been on the battlefield, so you haven't seen people die so easily. How can it be easy? Well, for example, look at that colleague of yours in front of you. Yes, that Mr. Director of the Fourth Department, he just walked out of the elevator … Walking out of the elevator is a very common action, but on the battlefield, he's already dead. Why did he die? No one knows. Maybe it's the redundant program of the mine-laying mecha that caused a grenade to be left here. Maybe it's a small mudslide, or maybe it's just a stray bullet? "
Xu Le carefully wiped his lips clean, shrugged, and continued, "Dying on the battlefield is like going to the toilet. It's a daily occurrence."
"Going to the toilet and eating are two different things." The young agent looked nervously at his superior who was walking over. He held back his laughter as he retorted, and then stood behind Xu Le.
"Anyway, you guys have seen too few moments of life and death, so you're used to overcomplicating things," Xu Le said.
"Is it very complicated?" The Director of the Fourth Department, whose face was deformed and looked particularly gloomy, slowly walked in front of Xu Le and said coldly, "I really want to know, what kind of simple principle did you learn from the battlefield?"
Xu Le looked at him quietly and suddenly said, "The principle I learned on the battlefield is, other than life and death, everything else in the world is irrelevant."
"Including learning from traitors, being wanted by the Federation, are also irrelevant?" The Director's slightly raised eyebrows were slightly angry.
Xu Le put down the napkin, stood up, looked at him and said, "If I'm not wrong, you're here to tell me the good news that I can leave. If that's the case, then the things you accused me of are irrelevant."
"I have to remind you, you're only being released on bail." The Director of the Fourth Department suppressed the disappointment and anger in his heart and said coldly, "We have enough evidence. I believe that in a few days, I will see you in the military prison."
"There's no such possibility."
Xu Le looked at his face and said calmly. This answer was very simple and clear, and even a little unreasonable. Whether he would be sent to the military prison or not was a matter for the court to decide, but his attitude was so direct.
"Tell the adults behind you." He paused for a moment and said seriously, "The principle I just said on the battlefield can actually be said in a different way."
"Kill me, or hurry up and die."
Leaving this calm but powerful sentence, Xu Le took the military cap from the young agent and carefully put it on. Then he walked out of the building without looking back. Outside the building, there was a line of cars waiting for him, and countless reporters waiting for him.
Under the deliberate arrangement of some people, the news media of the Federation had already heard the news. Once this incident was exposed, the entire Federation would fall into an unbelievable state of shock. After that, what kind of complicated emotions would be projected in the eyes of the people who originally saw Xu Le as a disciple and a hero?
He, who was accused of being wanted by the Federation, was temporarily released on bail and gained a few precious moments of freedom. The important people standing on the other side almost immediately began to destroy all possibilities of his freedom.
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