Shi Qinghai took off his janitor's uniform, took out a dark green military windbreaker from his backpack, and put it on. Then, he began to attach a gun to the standard buckle on his belt. All kinds of guns were neatly arranged inside the windbreaker, glowing faintly, like a series of sharp knives prepared by a master chef.
Whistling faintly, he walked to the sink and washed his face. After rinsing off all the sweat and blood with cold water, he began to seriously apply lipstick in front of the mirror. This time, it was a real lipstick. It was to cover up the purple color of his fake lips.
Looking at the handsome and charming man in the mirror, but because of his pale face, he looked extremely haggard and pitiful. Mr. Shi raised his eyebrows in annoyance, squinted his eyes, and slapped his cheeks, indulging in the violent and crisp sound of the slapping to make his skin rosy.
He took out a comb and meticulously combed his hair until it was smooth and bright. After confirming that even a fly with a cane wouldn't be able to stand on it, he nodded in satisfaction. He took out a pair of glasses with thick lenses from the pocket of his windbreaker and put them on the bridge of his nose. Then, he gently rubbed the button on the leg of the glasses with the pad of his finger, and began to wirelessly connect to the signal transmission point outside the building on Parliament Hill.
After finishing his preparations, Shi Qinghai walked out of the bathroom, locked the wooden door with a tool, and hung a sign saying "Cleaning in progress" on it. Then, a light and cute whistle sounded from his lips again.
In the corridor covered with a plush carpet, a noblewoman brushed past him. Suddenly, she turned around and looked at him, a glimmer of light flashing in her eyes.
At this time, Shi Qinghai was wearing the dark green military windbreaker, and looked extremely handsome. The eye-catching gold "1" on the shoulder of the military windbreaker added a touch of valiance that intoxicated the noblewoman.
"What … what song were you humming just now?" the noblewoman asked with a smile.
Shi Qinghai stopped in his tracks and answered with a smile, "Madam, it was 27 glasses of wine."
"A very old and beautiful song," the noblewoman said reservedly, "Are you an officer here to participate in the award ceremony? I know there will be a dinner after the ceremony, but I don't know if you have any plans after the dinner. "
This noble lady was very charming, but unfortunately, Shi Qinghai did not have the time. He bowed slightly and politely expressed his sincere apology. "Sorry, I have some important work to do after the award ceremony."
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Shi Qinghai indeed had a very important job to do, especially after sneaking into the Special Task Force's security list and confirming that Vice President Byron would not be attending the dinner after the ceremony today. Instead, he would be leaving right away, so he was forced to work earlier.
In order to commend the heroic deeds of the frontline soldiers, Parliament Hill passed a temporary proposal to generously provide a magnificent Parliament Hall to the Department of National Defense for the purpose of holding an award ceremony. Shi Qinghai leaned against the inconspicuous wooden door on the side. Holding a glass of light-colored sparkling apple wine, he calmly observed the interior of the tall and magnificent parliament building.
After the award ceremony, there would be a grand dinner. The organizers had prepared a huge wine tower, which happened to be behind the door behind Shi Qinghai. The light blue sparkling wine had a pleasant color to it, and it looked like the perfect combination of magnificence and serenity in the mountains.
Shi Qinghai finished a glass of sparkling apple wine and drank another. When he picked up the third glass, he raised his eyebrows slightly and looked up alertly. He saw a beautiful woman in the crowd in the distance. She was wearing a Federation officer's uniform, but there was a little red flower in her cloud-like black hair. She was looking at him coldly.
Zou Yu was now the deputy director of a policy research room in the Department of National Defense. It was not strange for her to appear at an award ceremony organized by the military. In particular, Minister Zou Yingxing was unable to attend the ceremony because she had to preside over the posture test at Transit Base No. 1. Her presence could at least relieve some of the tension.
Zou Yu did not know that Shi Qinghai had gone missing during this time, so when she saw him standing in an inconspicuous corner, wearing a well-ironed military trench coat, she only felt a little strange.
Shi Qinghai raised the glass of sparkling apple wine in his hand and smiled at her. When he saw that she seemed to want to talk to him, he frowned slightly and put the glass on the table behind him. He then blended into the chaotic crowd and silently walked to the front of the Parliament Hill's rostrum.
Six professional high-definition cameras moved slowly in different positions, broadcasting the scene in the Parliament Hill to every household in the Federation. The award ceremony officially began.
The officers of the 3rd Military Region's Air and Ground Support Brigade were the first to receive the award, followed by the other heroes of the 3rd Military Region's field forces. It was not until the second half of the ceremony that the famous officers and soldiers of the Iron Seventh Division walked up to the rostrum and received the medals and awards from the hands of the Parliament members.
Even on such an occasion, the officers of the Iron Seventh Division were very stingy with their smiles. Their waists were straight, their bodies were straight, their eyes were straight, and their hands were on the Magna Carta. Their expressions were firm and calm.
Just like their teacher Du Shaoqing.
Even more enthusiastic applause sounded in the Parliament Hall, but because the interior of the building was too spacious, the loud and enthusiastic applause could not receive the same enthusiastic response from the walls. In a very short time, the applause was annihilated and could not be heard.
The architect who designed the Parliament Hill back then probably hated the constant meetings of the Federation. Every time there was a meeting, the Parliament members had to applaud enthusiastically. So, he deliberately designed the hall in such a way that it conflicted with the principles of sound.
Shi Qinghai thought about these boring and extended thoughts while quietly watching the big shots of the Federation on the rostrum. What puzzled and slightly disappointed him was that Du Shaoqing did not come to the ceremony in person.
The ceremony reached its final stage. The kind-looking Vice President Byron walked down the rostrum accompanied by the Special Task Force agents and the Parliament members.
Everyone who was familiar with the highest command of the Iron Seventh Division knew that there were only three officers of the Iron Seventh Division who were qualified to be worn by the Vice President of the Federation in person. They were Commander Du Shaoqing and his two most loyal and reliable arms: Ximen Jin and Dongfang Pei.
However, Commander Dongfang Pei had now been stripped of all his military positions and was coldly kicked into the NTR unit of the 17th Division by Du Shaoqing. Although there was no good news of his sacrifice for the country, he was certainly not qualified to receive the Federation's commendation.
Du Shaoqing did not come at all. For this Ice General, all the warm celebrations in the special district of the capital made him feel disgusted and uncomfortable.
Therefore, Colonel Ximen Jin was the only one left in the highest command of the Iron Seventh Division as a representative.
At this time, no one knew that he had been tied to a urinal by metal wires and was playing the role of a sad, bleeding clown. He was on his last breath and could die at any time.
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No one answered. Ximen Jin did not appear. The empty building on the Parliament Hill became quiet. The officers attending the ceremony and the crowd watching the ceremony did not know what had happened. On the rostrum, the official in charge of presiding over the ceremony quickly glanced at the camera lens that was still broadcasting live. He stood behind Vice President Byron and whispered a few words. The general idea was that he wanted Vice President Byron to give a touching speech in advance to fool the awkward atmosphere.
But not everything in the world could be fooled by politicians, at least not today.
Clear and powerful footsteps were heard. Heavy military boots crushed the precious wooden stairs. Shi Qinghai walked up to the rostrum with a smile and slowly undid the first button of his dark green military windbreaker. Before the agents of the Special Task Force and the Parliament staff could react, he said, "I know where Colonel Ximen Jin is."
When he said this, he gently placed his left hand on the huge and thick Magna Carta. He looked at the people below the rostrum calmly. The red on his slightly pursed lips could not hide the shocking purple.
A staff member walked up to him and said in a low voice, "Mr. Officer, this is the award ceremony. The Federation is broadcasting it live. Please go down first. I don't want to send security personnel."
Shi Qinghai coughed softly and explained, "I am indeed not the guy who came to participate in the award ceremony. You can tell from my military uniform that I am not from the Seventh Division. I am from the Special First Division."
After the Federation's reconciliation, a large part of the anti-government forces in Green Dragon Mountain were reorganized by the government and were given a new name, which was the Special First Division. In the battle to destroy the Imperial expeditionary force in the West Woods, the Special First Division performed well and made great contributions. However, the Federation government seemed to have turned a blind eye to this matter.
People thought they knew the purpose of this officer's visit and could not help but feel a little embarrassed. The Parliament hall became even quieter.
"Does no one want to know where Colonel Ximen is?" Shi Qinghai smiled and looked at the people below the rostrum.
In the crowd, someone shouted, "Where is he? Tell us."
"He is now waiting for trial in the Moral Court of Death." Someone answered. Shi Qinghai was finally satisfied. He smiled and said, "There are other people who are about to be tried."
He gently stroked the linen cover of the Magna Carta with his palm and looked back at those members who were confused. He looked at Vice President Byron who was walking back to the rostrum under the protection of the special agents and suddenly started to call out names. "Vice President Byron, Senator Mace, Senator Paulsen, General Hu Zhu …"
After calling out the names of six or seven important people, he narrowed his eyes and glanced at the stiff people on the rostrum. He smiled and said, "Very good. Most of you are here. Then I announce …"
"Because you are involved in the Linhai State Gymnasium Assassination, the Ancient Bell Attack, the murder of my fat teacher, and the fact that you control the Federation government and the judicial system, according to the First Charter and the relevant amendments, I have decided to execute the citizen's arrest right on you."
Shi Qinghai put his left hand on the thick Magna Carta, looked at those people and said seriously, "If you resist, I will execute you directly according to the arrest right and the militia wartime regulations."
Shi Gongzi's calm voice echoed in the solemn and empty hall. Everyone looked at each other, unable to understand what was going on. Probably not many people remembered that there was a citizen's arrest right hidden in the depths of the First Charter.
The first reaction of people was that this was ridiculous. This was too ridiculous. Was there something wrong with the handsome and serious officer on the rostrum?
Vice President Byron, under the protection of the special agents, walked out of the Parliament with a serious expression. He did not want to be affected by this ridiculous episode.
Indeed, no one resisted Shi Qinghai's arrest, because they all thought that the so-called citizen's arrest was just a lunatic's nonsense.
A councilor pointed at Shi Qinghai angrily and scolded him harshly.
Shi Qinghai narrowed his eyes slightly. His eardrums seemed to have lost any physiological function at this moment. He could only see that the member's mouth was constantly changing shape, and there was obviously a disgusting residue of dirty cigarette teeth that were often washed.
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