Killing people, cooking, torturing people, washing dishes, tasting fine wine after a battle, playing the piano after a trial, planting flowers, carving and painting. He could repair wood or steel into a flower, and he could also take a few glass test tubes and buy some common chemicals from ordinary stores. He could tinker with extremely high purity drugs.
This kind of person would not starve to death. As a spy, he would definitely be the best spy. With ACW, he would definitely be the best sniper on the battlefield. If he retired from the army and entered the literary circle, he would definitely be the most popular star. If he wrote books, his works would definitely be the most popular. Even if he became a prostitute, he would definitely be the most expensive and best prostitute in the Federation.
This was Shi Qinghai, Mr Shi, a guy who came from a poor family but was exceptionally noble.
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According to conventional thinking, a person like Young Master Shi should be living a happy life that ordinary people couldn't imagine. However, in reality, ever since he was a student, his life had been forced into darkness. That kind of loneliness, where he had no one to accompany him, was actually not very comfortable.
Why did he choose this path? In the long letter to Xu Le, he had mentioned it a little. It was because of his parents who died, because of the failed lawsuit, and some other reasons.
The most handsome men in the literary circle were always found to be gay in the end. It was because it was too easy for them to find beautiful women. It was so easy that they were bored.
Life always needed some challenges. Therefore, finding someone of the same sex to love, which was still a challenge to many people's views, naturally became a point that they subconsciously yearned for. That was it.
Similarly, people who could easily live a happy and free life, and easily obtain material security, usually did not care much about material things. Instead, they focused more on spiritual pursuits.
It should be noted that there were always two kinds of people in the revolutionary army: those who had nothing and those who had too much.
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The handsome revolutionary Shi Qinghai had been secretly investigating, especially after Xu Le was exiled from the capital ring. He silently raised the issue. Although he had no feelings for the Zhong family in the West Woods, he was very interested in the people behind the scenes. Ever since the chubby teacher jumped out of the HTD bureau window and committed suicide, this interest had been strong and had not faded. Unless he caught or killed all of those people.
After Du Shaoqing and his Iron Seventh Division returned to the capital ring, he began to carefully collect intelligence in the periphery. He did not know when it started, but when he walked among the people in the streets and alleys in a hooded trench coat, he always felt as if someone was staring at him from behind.
Shi Qinghai understood that this was an occupational hazard. As an intelligence officer, as he grasped more and more secrets and got closer to the truth, he felt that he could be killed at any time. Perhaps no one had discovered him, but this kind of nervousness could easily cause people to have illusions and even hallucinations in the end.
Therefore, he increased his aerobic exercise and intake of lactic acid to reduce his anxiety. It was a pity that the sour soy milk in the apartment he rented for the past month did not taste good.
Using a metal spoon to pick up the soy milk, Shi Qinghai muttered something unhappily. Wearing a tight sports vest, she looked at her reflection on the computer screen and couldn't help but be shocked. Why do I look more and more like an old woman who can't get married?
In order to avoid seeing the sissy man wearing a headscarf, tight sportswear, and eating yogurt on the screen, he turned on the computer as fast as he could. Looking at the result on the screen, he put down the sour milk bottle in his hand in a daze.
After a night of continuous cracking, the compatible assembly workbench finally opened the file. Shi Qinghai grabbed a few tissues and wiped the yogurt off his mouth. He quickly sat down in a chair, took out a cigarette, lit it, and put the cigarette case on the table.
Looking at the eye-catching emblem at the top of the file, Shi Qinghai frowned and subconsciously looked down at the cigarette case. For many years, he had been used to smoking this brand of cigarettes. The first cigarette that he had passed to Xu Le through the iron gate was also of this brand. The cigarette case had three clear "7" written on it.
The emblem on the computer screen was three clear "1".
Trinity Association.
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For the more than ten billion citizens of the Federation, the best high school in the Federation was the Capital University Affiliated High School. The most difficult high school in the Federation was the First Military Academy. Countless geniuses and top elites gathered in these two famous schools.
If a student could graduate first from the Capital University Affiliated High School, enter the First Military Academy as the top student, and graduate first from the First Military Academy several years later, he would be able to enter the legendary Trinity Association.
Compared to the clubs in the famous schools in Linhai, the Trinity Association didn't have a long history. However, its strict and even somewhat frightening entrance requirements gave it a mysterious cloak. Today, there were only a dozen or so members of the Trinity Association in the Federation. Most of them were quite old and held important positions.
Many people in the military knew that the current famous general Du Shaoqing was a member of the Trinity Association. However, very few people knew that the vice president of the Federation, Lee Jae-do, chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff of the Federation, was an old member of the Trinity Association.
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Shi Qinghai wasn't unfamiliar with the Trinity Association because … he was one of the few people who had the qualifications to enter the Trinity Association. However, because he had gone to Green Dragon Mountain to receive special training, he had passed by that mysterious invitation letter. Later on, too many things had happened in his life, so he hadn't come into contact with this organization.
If someone wanted to check the membership list of the Trinity Association, it wouldn't be difficult. In fact, if Xu Le hadn't given the exact times of those meetings, Shi Qinghai wouldn't have been able to link the dark forces in the Federation to this association.
Looking at the list of words that quickly flashed by on the screen, Shi Qinghai frowned. He smoked a cigarette and didn't say a word.
From the files, it could be seen that the Trinity Association's members had very few gatherings over the years. Moreover, the gatherings just happened to coincide with the times and places of the three so-called class reunions provided by Xu Le.
What did this mean?
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"Back then, you wanted to recruit this young master into the organization. Why is it so difficult for this young master to investigate a case now?"
Shi Qinghai muttered with a cigarette in his mouth. He complained bitterly about the Trinity Association on the screen. His fingers quickly tapped on the keyboard, shifting the focus of his attention from the stolen meeting itinerary to the related miscellaneous documents.
When he was in his second year of high school, he had already become a certified public accountant jointly issued by the three districts. He only needed to show proof of his academic qualifications to legally falsify accounts. In the end, he didn't embark on the criminal path of using numbers to deceive the rich of the Federation because he hated the shameful rules of being an apprentice for one year. However, with his solid knowledge, it was very easy to find clues in the Trinity Association's uncomplicated financial records.
Shi Qinghai began to dig deeper from an account attached to an office. He rubbed his hands together excitedly, sat in front of another complex calculation workbench, and began to hack into the electronic system of the bank where he had an account.
Because the account storage service was not a first-class protected object in the electronic system security system, Shi Qinghai, who had been collectively trained by the three computer experts of the military academy, the Federation Investigation Bureau, and the anti-government army of Green Dragon Mountain, didn't need to spend much time to find the answer he needed.
Starting from the 61st year of the Constitutional Era, someone had rented two rooms in the apartment building across from the capital's special district building for a long time.
Shi Qinghai had once heard this address from the middle-aged man who liked to wear gray sweaters under Macklin.
He was stunned. He whistled softly and put out the cigarette. He pulled out the password disk from the armrest of the chair and inserted it into the workbench. He then connected to the Federation Investigation Bureau's secondary surveillance network database. He had left the Federation Investigation Bureau for many years, but in reality, he had never really left.
The Federal Central Computer under the Bureau of Proclamation was required to protect the privacy of citizens. However, the Federation Investigation Bureau had never seemed to care about this, so he was able to find a lot of things.
The apartment building was indeed right across from the building of the Ministry of National Defense, and the training center could be seen across the street. After the Linhai State Gymnasium incident, more than a dozen young officers of the Second Military Region committed suicide in this training center one after another. Shi Qinghai narrowed his eyes and stared at the video on the hologram like an eagle. He was calm, but he looked like he could pounce at any time.
The secondary surveillance camera on the street quietly played the image of the entrance of the apartment building. A girl in red passing by in the spring, rolling leaves falling in the autumn, a handsome officer of the Ministry of National Defense with his cheating secretary, and an old citizen falling in the snow with crutches.
The assassination in Linhai State happened during the New Year's concert in the 68th year of the Constitutional Era, so Shi Qinghai set the time to be before the 67th year of the Constitutional Era. He also chose to skip to random at 12x speed. Even so, it still played for a long time before he saw the middle-aged man in the gray sweater.
"We meet again. Your kid is doing well." Shi Qinghai pressed the pause button and looked at the guy who was killed by his own bloody means. He rubbed his sore eyes and continued to search.
He sat in front of the hologram of the computer for the whole night, watching the video. He didn't get bored, he didn't get irritated, he was calm and meticulous, and he didn't miss anything.
When the sky gradually brightened outside the window, he finally saw the officer on the hologram. He walked out of the apartment building with his collar up and his shoulders shrunk. Through the corner of his military cap, he could faintly see the reddish-brown hair of the officer.
Shi Qinghai's pupils shrank slightly. He lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth and took two deep puffs.
Following the footsteps of the officer, Shi Qinghai quickly selected an area in the video database. It was as if he had returned to a few years ago, when he used the cameras all over the streets. He followed the steps of the officer again. Very fortunately, he did not get lost. He followed the officer all the way to the car, got off the subway, climbed up the hill, and then returned to an inconspicuous house.
For the entire afternoon, no one came out of the house. Only in the evening did a black-haired officer silently walk out from the back door.
Zooming in and sharpening the image, Shi Qinghai patted his face that was numb from lack of rest. He squinted at the face and greeted with a smile, "Hello, Ximen Jin."
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