Because of the military god's funeral, many of the Federation government's affairs had to be delayed. Especially some activities that contradicted the solemn atmosphere of the funeral, such as awards, celebrations, and the like, were delayed for a longer time.
The first batch of troops to attack the empire had already rotated for more than a month. Because of this reason, the award ceremony was only held today.
The soldiers on the frontline were brave and had obtained outstanding military achievements. Because of this, the number of people who were awarded was particularly large. The entire award ceremony was held over two days. Yesterday, Mr. President Pabre had already held a ceremony for the 17th division of the 1st military region. Today, the main character of the ceremony was the 3rd military region represented by the Iron Seventh Division. And the most important person present today was Vice President Byron.
It had to be admitted that Du Shaoqing and his Iron Seventh Division had made the biggest contribution in this attack on the empire. Therefore, even if Mr. President couldn't personally come because of important matters, the entire award ceremony felt a little higher than yesterday.
At the corner of the Charter Square, the parliament hill had already gathered countless dignitaries. And in addition to the reporters entering the hall, the Federation's major TV stations arranged even more cameras under the long stone steps. They were responsible for transmitting the heroic image of the Iron Seventh Division and the other troops to every family's TV screen.
Ximen Jin knew that he would be awarded the second-class Purple Letter medal today. This was a very rare honor. But this was not the main point he was concerned about. He was worried about his relationship with his teacher. It seemed that he could never return to the past. Although he was still incomparably loyal to his teacher, but it was very clear that after discovering that he directly accepted the mission, his teacher's trust in him was no longer the same as before.
Standing in front of the urinal, Ximen Jin expressionlessly lowered his head to look at the reflection of his figure on the white porcelain. He couldn't help but frown. Many years ago, he knew that the price of the super-fine white porcelain urinal in the washroom of the parliament hill was exactly the same as the relief money received by the unemployed miners of the Donglin mine. At that time, the young people caused a ruckus on the internet for a long time, but in the end, it didn't arouse any response.
If he didn't have the opportunity to come to the washroom of the parliament hill today, Ximen Jin himself might have already forgotten about this matter. Thinking about the naive and impulsive hot-bloodedness of those years, and associating it with today's calmness and prospects, he faintly smiled. He felt that the heat between his legs was very comfortable.
At this moment, a sharp whistle came from behind him. Someone walked in.
The whistling sound was not loud, but it was particularly sharp. The tune was lively and jumping without stop. Moreover, it was somewhat familiar. Ximen Jin wrinkled her eyes and nose at the same time. She wanted to distinguish what tune this was. It was obviously familiar, but she didn't remember such a lively tune. Her teacher also shouldn't have played it before.
The person behind Ximen Jin stepped on the wet floor and walked back and forth. He heavily put down the bucket and mop, then closed the door and started whistling again. After that, he walked towards Ximen Jin.
As a matter of fact, when the whistle sounded for the first time, the muscles of Ximen Jin's genitals had already begun to tighten vigilantly. Some kind of indescribable extreme sense of danger made him quickly stop the action of excreting and prepare to welcome the attack.
That person didn't launch an attack. Instead, he stood silently behind him. Along with two clear 'pa pa' sounds, two long cleaning gloves were thrown beside Ximen Jin's feet. Water splashed on the shiny military boots of this officer, immediately destroying the kind of solemn ceremony beauty.
Hearing the sharp whistle sound gradually becoming hoarse, Ximen Jin's pupils shrunk. Staring at his own figure and that fuzzy shadow behind him, he took a deep breath and tightly pursed his lips. Then with a 'shua' sound, he pulled up the zipper of his military pants, then silently turned around.
Wearing brand new military uniform, the senior officer of Iron Seventh Division, Colonel Ximen Jin, had his hands behind his back. With indifferent expression, he looked at that cleaning worker wearing hat in front of him. Looking at the clear and cold eyes of this person, he asked, "Shi Qinghai?"
The cleaning worker slowly took off his mask, raised his light purple lips, and asked with a smile, "Colonel Ximen Jin?"
"You should be dead." After being silent for a moment, Ximen Jin suddenly said.
Shi Qinghai put on that big white cotton mask again, and said from under the mask, "My luck is good."
Ximen Jin's sharp eyes fell on his mask, and said, "We have studied you, you are overconfident, so you are not too difficult to deal with."
"Of course there is a reason to be confident." Shi Qinghai used his slightly wet left hand to rub his nose, and said, "That is why I can stand in front of you now."
"Is the wine delicious? I rarely drink such expensive wine, but I heard you like it, so I specially prepared some for you. " Ximen Jin suddenly laughed, and calmly said, "You should know that the seasonings inside the wine are much more expensive than those ten bottles of wine added together."
"The taste is not bad, but it's a pity, I thought you were also a wine lover, so at that time I also praised your taste." Shi Qinghai said, "Now that I think about it, I made a mistake, a real wine lover, it is impossible to live as trivial and cowardly as you."
Ximen Jin put his hands behind his back, looked at him sympathetically, and said, "Since you have already drunk wine, then you will die sooner or later, unless you immediately go for a bone marrow transplant, but then you may become a vegetable. As the most outstanding student of the Green Dragon Mountain Hospital, you should be very clear about the consequences. Since that is the case, I suggest you go to the hospital immediately, instead of standing here and chatting with me."
"Verbal humiliation has no meaning to people like us."
"You are wrong. I am not chatting with you, I am humiliating you, intimidating you, and making you feel fear, because I like to do such things. "
Shi Qinghai lightly held the pistol, smiled, and aimed at Ximen Jin's forehead, and said, "And you have to know that we are never the same kind of people, especially now, I have a gun in my hand, and you don't, so you can only accept my humiliation."
Relying on the three layers of chip scanning and the whole body scanning, no one had ever been able to bring a weapon into the Parliament Mountain Hall, but today, Shi Qinghai clearly broke this rule, because sometimes he could emit a blue light because of his purple lips.
Ximen Jin, who was being aimed at by the black muzzle, couldn't help but slightly twitch his eyebrows, frowned and said in a low voice, "You can pull the trigger directly."
"Why would I do that?" Shi Qinghai suddenly frowned and asked.
"For the Federation, for fairness, you people don't know how great of a cause we are engaged in." Ximen Jin slightly raised his head, and his tilted chin revealed a very strong pride and faint mockery, "How can you people stop the tide of history?"
Shi Qinghai shrugged, "I investigated the case of the Linhai State Gymnasium for five years, and now I finally caught you, you have to admit this fact."
"What am I?" Ximen Jin suddenly laughed nervously, and looked at the big mask on Shi Qinghai's face as if he was looking at something ridiculous, and asked, "Do you and Xu Le know who your enemy is? Do you know who we are? "
Shi Qinghai raised the pistol, aimed at his forehead, and calmly asked, "Yes, I really want to know who the councilman behind you is. At first, I thought it was Byron, but I found that I miscalculated the timeline by two months, so the councilman you serve is someone else. Also, I want to know how deeply involved Du Shaoqing is in this matter."
Ximen Jin seemed to be able to guess that the bullet would enter his brain in the next moment, and his breathing became rapid. After a while, he frowned and said coldly, "Shoot, maybe in the future, I can convince you why our path is right, why we have to make a move on those families, this Federation …"
Without waiting for him to finish his impassioned speech, a muffled crisp sound echoed in the bathroom. The sound of a pistol with a silencer was not loud, but the crisp sound of a spring firing was so pleasing to the ear.
Ximen Jin covered his bleeding abdomen, staggered against the wall, and looked at the light smoke coming out of the barrel in Shi Qinghai's hand in disbelief. It seemed that he did not expect the other party to shoot so suddenly, and the electronic military knife that he held tightly behind his back also fell to the ground miserably.
"You feel that you are going to die, so you want to make a speech to strengthen your fear of death? Or are you trying to convince me with these words? "
Shi Qinghai looked down at Ximen Jin as if he was looking at a clown. He used the barrel of the gun to rub the skin under the mask that was itching because of the nosebleed, and said mockingly, "Can't you see that I am just teasing you? Really f * cking, I hate politics classes the most. "
Ximen Jin's face was pale, and he covered his bleeding abdomen. He was in so much pain that beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead. He weakly slid down from the wall and sat in the fine porcelain urinal. He spread his legs weakly, breathed rapidly, and said with a sad smile, "How can you people understand …"
"I don't need to understand your greatness, glory, and rightness."
Shi Qinghai expressionlessly dealt with the silencer. He did not even look at him, and said, "Everyone has their own greatness, glory, and rightness. For me, what you did was murder, shameless, and despicable."
He raised his right foot and stepped on Ximen Jin's lower abdomen. He pressed the wound with his other hand, took out a small ball made of metal wire from his backpack, and began to pull it out continuously.
Ximen Jin was in so much pain that his face turned pale. He asked, "What do you want to do?"
"In the politics class of Green Dragon Mountain, there was a saying that not only must justice be done, in order to make people believe it, it must also be seen by people."
Shi Qinghai lowered his head and put the metal wire through the officer's throat. He then wrapped it around the officer's back and tied a few very complicated knots. He also installed a few compound pulleys. He then explained, "The signature is Beechkammer. Later, I checked again and again, but I couldn't find out who this Beechkammer was, so I suspect that this is a famous saying forged by the four departments of Green Dragon Mountain."
"But I am going to do this today."
After tying the end of the extremely tough metal wire to the metal switch of the urinal, Shi Qinghai checked it with satisfaction. After that, he turned his head and looked at Ximen Jin who was breathing more and more rapidly, and said, "This matter is related to justice, because this matter is related to the deceased in Linhai prefecture's gymnasium, the deceased in the concert, as well as my cute fat teacher, these innocent people."
Ximen Jin smiled sadly and said, "Jian Shui'er's concert has nothing to do with me."
"Oh, sorry, I have wronged you." Shi Qinghai apologized slightly exaggeratedly, and then said in a deep voice, "Isn't this what you are best at?"
"I want your punishment to be seen by people, and I have to deal with a lot of things later, such as that teacher of yours, that mister who is about as fat as my teacher, so you can't die too quickly, otherwise the people in the Bureau of Proclamation will react."
Shi Qinghai continued his work of twisting the metal wire. Sweat gradually seeped out of his back. He gasped for breath and said, "Ralph Snow Mountain Knot, isn't it very professional?"
Ximen Jin was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, but he still nodded valiantly.
Shi Qinghai picked up the military knife from the wet ground, and made two cuts on Ximen Jin's abdomen, then slowly stabbed it in. The friction between the sharp metal and the tight muscles made a strange sound, and blood slowly seeped out from the edge of the knife.
"That gun pierced through the small intestine, and destroyed your columnar nerve bundle. This stab just happened to enter the spleen, 0.3 centimeters. According to the speed of bleeding, you will immediately lose consciousness, and then after half an hour, you will die, and then the Bureau of Proclamation will receive the message that your chip is no longer working."
Shi Qinghai frowned and slowly pulled out the military knife, and gave the last technical explanation to Ximen Jin who was about to faint from the pain, "Don't you think I am very professional?"
After throwing the military knife into the side compartment, Shi Qinghai took off the mask, and wiped the blood clot that was flowing out of his nose. He gasped for breath, and then Ximen Jin who was leaning against the urinal lit a cigarette, and took two deep breaths.
"There is another important reason for this matter, and it has nothing to do with justice."
He looked at the row of porcelain urinals opposite the room, and said with the cigarette in his mouth, "You are a very professional guy, and I am also a professional. Since we have been doing this for so many years, in the end, we have to be very professional and fight for victory and defeat. As a man, isn't this what we fight for our whole life? "
Shi Qinghai took out the cigarette in his mouth, and stuffed it into Ximen Jin's mouth, and then patted his face.
Ximen Jin's dry lips quickly trembled, and greedily took two deep breaths.
"Actually, if you really believe in those things that you insist on, just before you die, you don't need to say it to convince yourself."
Shi Qinghai took out that reddish-brown wig from his clothes, and with some difficulty put it on Ximen Jin's head, then took out his mobile phone and aimed it at him, and seriously said, "Smile."
The cigarette fell on the clothes, and then fell into the pool of blood, and was instantly extinguished. Ximen Jin finally fainted, and was tied up by the metal wire. The two wounds on his abdomen were slowly bleeding, and his dry lips were spitting out blood bubbles. He was paralyzed and humiliated as he sat on the urinal, sitting on his own urine.
"This is what I promised that guy in the past." Shi Qinghai looked at the unconscious enemy, and somewhat regretfully shrugged his shoulders.
After thinking for a while, he squatted next to the urinal, and put his face next to Ximen Jin's face. He raised his cheap mobile phone high and took a selfie, and then sent a text message to Xu Le, who was far away in the West Woods.
In the photo, Ximen Jin's lips were white, and he was spitting out blood bubbles in his unconscious state. Coupled with the poor quality reddish-brown wig, he looked like an evil clown.
Mr. Shi's face next to him was smiling very happily. Although he had a pair of light purple lips, he was so beautiful, but there was a kind of cruel and innocent beauty.
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