Before Shi Qinghai pulled the trigger, and even after he pulled the trigger, no one in the hall believed that the handsome officer in the dark green military trench coat, who was talking about meaningless charges and civil arrest rights that no one understood, would do anything.
In the eyes of the people, Shi Qinghai was a lunatic, and the whole thing was a ridiculous joke that had no practical significance.
Just like Ximen Jin's mistake, based on their absolute trust in the Charter and the electronic surveillance network scanning system, no one thought that Shi Qinghai would be able to bring firearms into Parliament Hill, and even more so, no one thought that there would be many, many guns in his elegant dark green military windbreaker.
Because of this reason, no one took his request seriously, except for a beautiful woman with a little red flower in her black hair. People looked at him coldly and mockingly. Even the cameraman of the TV station, who was supposed to cut off the live broadcast of the incident, didn't seem to care about the matter.
The security guards of the Parliament Hill were embarrassed to think about how they allowed a lunatic veteran to sneak into the hall. The Special Task Force agents stationed everywhere were ready to protect the vice president and several members of the Parliament as they left. They didn't pay any attention to Shi Qinghai, who was on the stage like an idiot according to the charter. They might be laughing at the guards in their hearts, or they might be busy talking in a low voice with their white earphones, acting like cold and stern special agents.
Until Shi Qinghai pulled the trigger, the high-speed bullet bloomed in front of the barrel like a firework, and then penetrated the body of the Parliament member. It quickly took away his blood and life through countless beautiful and tragic holes.
Then, almost in an instant, no one knew how he did it. The Falcon long-range precision pistol in his military trench coat appeared in his left hand, and he pulled the trigger at the vice president, who was walking out of Parliament Hill.
With a muffled sound, the powerful recoil shook the sleeve of the military officer.
At the end of the crowd, who had just reacted and started screaming, crying, and panicking, Vice President Byron, who was speeding up to leave, fell heavily to the ground as if he had been hit hard.
The Special Task Force agents, who were known for their professionalism, actually couldn't block the fatal bullet from behind because of a moment of panic.
A moment later, the fat Vice President Byron crawled up with great difficulty. The hard ceramic bulletproof vest successfully saved his life, but there was no way to save the few broken ribs.
Amidst the screams and cries, the Special Task Force agents protected him in the middle with bloodshot eyes and quickly retreated to the entrance of Parliament Hill, not leaving Shi Qinghai any path of attack.
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In the narrow nurses' lounge of the Army general hospital, there was still a single bed. The pink decor, along with the centrifugal pump and dialysis apparatus that had not been returned in time, were piled up messily beside the bed. At the very least, it proved that that person really existed and had really appeared.
The pretty nurse pursed her lips sadly. Her nose was blocked, and the few cute freckles on the bridge of her nose had lost their luster.
At this time, a familiar voice suddenly sounded on the TV screen. She looked up in surprise and saw a man wearing a dark green military trench coat suddenly appear at the scene of the front line soldiers' award ceremony that was being broadcasted live on the news channel.
What are you talking about? How can the Vice President of the Federation be a criminal? That citizen's arrest right of yours is really funny, as funny as the cold jokes you tell in this small room. Come down, come down, don't mess around on the stage, that's a serious place. Since you're not a member of the special forces of a military region, why are you there? Come down, come down, Old Gong, don't get into trouble.
Wu Li stared at the TV screen in a daze and clenched her fist in disbelief. Then she saw the man pull the trigger in a very manly manner, and heard countless men and women screaming in fear from the TV screen.
She screamed sadly, and tears flowed down her cheeks. She pushed open the door and ran out of the hospital. It was still some time from here to Parliament Hill.
The pink nurse's cap that looked like a small boat was blown off by the wind and fell to the ground. It still looked like a boat, but it also looked like a flower petal.
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West Woods, Sunset State. Xu Le sat on the sofa with a gloomy expression. His head was very low, so low that it was between his knees. He stared at the selfie on his phone that looked like a Brutalist oil painting style and let out a strange cry. He asked loudly, "Now you should know where he is, right?"
This sentence was directed to the Federal Central Computer. Xu Le felt that it was inconceivable that the old thing couldn't find Shi Qinghai after such a long time. He couldn't help but feel a little angry.
"The target is at Parliament Hill … in that famous luxurious toilet. He's moving out now."
After knowing the phone number, the Federal Central Computer marked Shi Qinghai's latest location in the shortest time possible with the help of the chip in the phone.
Xu Le tried to call back. As expected, Shi Qinghai chose a one-way data connection. There was no way for him to call back.
After pondering for a moment, Xu Le furrowed his brows tightly and made a call to the members of the Capital Special District. He said in a deep voice, "Gongzi Shi is at Parliament Hill. You guys go over and keep an eye on him for me. Find out what happened. If there is no problem, tie him up and don't let him move."
A few minutes later, with the old thing's reminder, Xu Le turned on the TV and saw the award ceremony on the live broadcast. The beautiful man made an interesting and powerful statement about his citizen's right to arrest.
He lowered his head and rubbed his face helplessly. He dialed Gu Xifeng's number again and said in a deep voice, "I've confirmed that he's at Parliament Hill. There should be a battle soon. Be careful … Try not to show yourself. Lie in ambush outside and see if there's a chance to help him escape."
The live broadcast on the Federation News Channel came to an abrupt end. Xu Le's eyes turned dark. The last scene before that was of Shi Qinghai holding two submachine guns in Parliament Hill. A councilman was lying on the ground, covered in blood.
Xu Le narrowed his eyes and said emotionlessly, "Give me the camera."
After a moment of silence, the Federal Central Computer transferred the internal surveillance video of Parliament Hill to his brain.
Xu Le narrowed his eyes and looked at the sunlight of the West Woods Sunset State. In fact, he was looking at Parliament Hill billions of astronomical units away. He was looking at the beautiful man in the dark green military trench coat fighting a bloody battle.
Pursing his lips and taking deep breaths, Xu Le held the heavy handgun tightly with both hands and slowly aimed it at his chin.
The cold barrel of the gun sank deep into his skin. As long as his index finger moved slightly and gently pulled the trigger, the fatal bullet would penetrate his skull and fly out with his skull, flesh, and brain matter.
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It was a scene of panic. The ground was filled with smoke and dust, and precious wood pieces were flying everywhere. Shi Qinghai, with a calm face, kept shooting. From time to time, people would fall in a pool of blood in front of him, regardless of whether they were a councilman or someone else.
The officers of the Iron Seventh Division who received the commendation were the first to react. However, they didn't have any weapons with them, so most of the officers ran out of Parliament Hill. The remaining two officers fearlessly rushed over, trying to use their bodies to block Shi Qinghai's massacre of the councilmen.
Shi Qinghai stretched out his arms and calmly suppressed the guards who rushed into the hall. However, this gave the two officers a chance to get close to him.
The dark green military trench coat seemed to be facing a strong wind. With a whistling sound, the hem suddenly swayed. His right leg shot out from the hem like lightning and kicked the officer's lower abdomen.
Almost at the same time, his waist and abdomen used the force of the recoil to pass under his armpit with the submachine gun on his right hand, sweeping across with terrifying gunfire.
In an instant, the officer of the Iron Seventh Division who attacked from behind had his thigh cut off neatly from the middle. With a muffled cry, he knelt on the ground, blood spurting out of the terrible wound.
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Sharp alarms rang in Parliament Hill. The guards rushed in, and so did the agents of the Federation Bureau of Investigation and the Special Task Force who had been stationed at the periphery of Parliament Hill for many years. Accompanied by the screams and cries of the fleeing crowd, the sound of bullets whistling through the air was everywhere. Hard dust splashed on the walls and chairs from time to time, and new holes were formed.
In the face of such a situation, Mr. Shi was very calm. In fact, he was very calm. It was as if he didn't care that the shrapnel that flew under his earlobe would break his cervical vertebrae if it was slightly off target. He also didn't care how many elite police officers were blocking his way.
He calmly raised his gun, aimed, and fired. He calmly, quickly, and accurately reloaded. He crouched on his left knee and dodged, using the heel of his sturdy military boot as an axis to roll. He also fired while rolling, displaying all the military skills he had learned in the First Military Academy and Green Dragon Mountain perfectly. He didn't make a single mistake.
In addition, there seemed to be an endless supply of ammunition in his dark green military trench coat.
From time to time, some of the Federation guards and agents would fall with blood splattering everywhere. Gradually, the rain of bullets became sparse, and he was actually suppressing them all by himself.
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When Shi Qinghai rushed to the giant stone pillar at the main entrance of Parliament Hill, Vice President Byron had already arrived at the bottom of the stone steps under the protection of the Special Task Force agents. He was about to get into the special bulletproof car.
Police lights flashed and sirens sounded. Dozens of police cars had already gathered at Charter Square at the bottom of Parliament Hill. In the distance, more than a dozen black SUVs from the Federation Investigation Bureau were speeding toward them at high speed.
The stone steps of Parliament Hill were too long for standard firearms to be able to shoot accurately. At least, the gun in Shi Qinghai's dark green military trench coat, which was dripping with blood, couldn't do that.
Shi Qinghai held the gun with both hands and squinted at the special bulletproof car at the bottom of the stone steps, as well as the chubby Vice President of the Federation beside the car.
At that moment, Vice President Byron seemed to have sensed something. He turned around and glanced at the entrance of Parliament Hill. His expression was calm, and his attitude was calm.
Shi Qinghai loosened his grip, and the two empty submachine guns fell to the ground with a clatter. Then, they rolled down the high and long stone steps toward the bottom of Parliament Hill, as if they were helplessly crashing into an empty stone.
He reached out his right hand to adjust his glasses, raised his thumb, and straightened his index finger like a child, and pointed his finger at Vice President Byron, who was at the bottom of the stone steps. At the same time, he said softly, "Bang!"
Vice President Byron shook his head and smiled sarcastically. He was about to get into the car.
At that moment, the noisy Charter Square suddenly fell into an eerie silence. It was probably because of a strange buzzing sound in the air, and a loud bang in the air in front of Parliament Hill.
Bang!
Vice President Byron still had a sarcastic smile on his face, but the bottom half of his body was blasted into a pool of blood by the terrifying bullet flying from outer space.
On the stone steps, Shi Qinghai retracted his index finger and pursed his lips. It was a mess of purple and red.
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