When Xu Le walked out of the underground tunnel and was taken over by He Lei and the other members of the Seventh Division, the First Regiment of the Seventeenth Division, the three battleships from the remote military base, which had been silent for many days, finally restarted with a low humming sound.
In the past few days, the three battleships that were carrying out secret military missions had lost all of their power. They could only rely on the most basic life support system to maintain the survival of the combatants on the battleships. The three battleships were like three giant pieces of steel garbage, floating helplessly in space. They could not move, and there was no way to report their desperate and sorrowful situation to the upper echelons of the Federal military.
When the battleships regained power and came to life like ice sculptures, Captain Man Gui, whose hair had turned white over the past few days and whose eyes were sunken and haggard, immediately sent the information back to the capital ring.
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The West Mountain Hotel in the capital special district was heavily guarded. There were a few single buildings hidden in the dense forest in the southeast corner. One of them was owned by General Lee Jae-do, the chairman of the Joint Staff Committee of the Federation. This morning, he finally received the news from the distant space and knew that the interception plan had been aborted. At the same time, he vaguely understood why the three battleships had disappeared without a trace for such a long time.
He leaned back in the light gray cloth chair and looked at the spring forest outside the window with a calm expression. He was not as nervous as his loyal subordinates. It was probably because he had predicted the worst and was mentally prepared.
"The first order of the charter has physical operations and remote control. It seems that we are facing a very troublesome situation, a type of enemy that has never appeared before."
General Lee Jae-do held the phone and said calmly, "During the last meeting, I said that I will find a way to solve the issue of Colonel Xu Le's authority. But before I can think of a solution, I think the Bureau of Proclamation should do its own efforts to control his authority. Director Cui, you are the unquestionable expert of the Federation in this area. I hope you can put in more effort. "
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Facing the three Federation light-feather-class warships, that young officer simply charged over coldly, not even blinking his eyes. He seemed to possess some kind of ability that could cause those fine-beam space missiles to lose their coordinates. He could cause the program in the mecha's release bay to go haywire. He seemed to be able to cause all the machinery and equipment to malfunction in an instant...
What kind of situation is this? Was it a superpower, a blessing from the heavens, or was it the work of those mysterious and unknown destinies?
For the Federal military personnel who carried out this secret mission, the things that happened to Xu Le were incomprehensible. Other than the fact that he was the successor of the War God, there was also a strange color that made one's heart palpitate, smeared on his body.
Cui Judong didn't sleep the whole night. He stared at the straight road outside the Bureau of Proclamation building that could only be entered, but not exited. He maintained his standing posture for several hours. He had vaguely caught the signs of terror hidden in this incident before anyone else. Before Lee Jae-do's reminder, he had already felt cold all over his body, even the skin at the tip of his little finger beginning to numb.
Walking out of the office, Cui Judong poured himself a cup of scalding hot coffee and forced a smile to greet the staff of the Bureau of Proclamation building. He walked towards the ground floor of the Bureau of Proclamation building and walked into his personal elevator.
His speed had already surpassed the speed of a fighter jet taking off, but the lights in the elevator still didn't flicker. The Bureau of Proclamation, which condensed almost all of the cutting-edge technology in the Federation, would definitely not make a mistake in such a small area.
Cui Judong stared at the rapidly changing numbers on the display screen. His expression was very solemn, and there was even a hint of fear that was difficult to detect.
As the acting director of the Bureau of Proclamation, he wasn't very clear about the core area where the main body of the Federal Central Computer was located. How many meters underground was it? Perhaps the answer could be found in the data, but he habitually didn't look it up. This was because he had a slight fear of heights, and he couldn't adapt to the high-speed underground journey that took several minutes every time.
However, today's fear actually had nothing to do with the depth of the Bureau of Proclamation's underground base.
The elevator door opened. Cui Judong lightly inhaled a mouthful of slightly humid air. His eyebrows that had already started to grow silver strands furrowed. Looking at the familiar and spacious core area that looked like an underground palace, he stopped in his tracks, somewhat perplexed. It seemed that he didn't want to go inside.
The core area where the main body of the Federal Central Computer was located was a constant temperature artificial condensation layer that was countless meters underground of the Bureau of Proclamation building. Both the temperature and humidity were very comfortable. In addition, a powerful air conditioning system was constantly filtering, cleaning, and regenerating the air. The air in the spacious hall was actually very good. However, due to some kind of psychological problem, most people still couldn't adapt to this kind of atmosphere that was buried deep underground.
Fortunately, the Federal Central Computer's information collection and calculation processing didn't require the help of too many staff members. In fact, if it weren't for the strict provisions of the First Charter, the Federal Central Computer could completely run the daily program on its own without any input of instructions.
Walking out of the elevator and walking through the super-strong alloy paved passage into the hall, Cui Judong's expression became calmer and calmer, or more accurately, more and more numb.
An exaggerated physical barrier about five meters thick divided the core area into two parts. On one side was the Bureau of Proclamation staff who seemed to be constantly busy, but in fact, they were doing nothing. On the other side was the main body of the Federal Central Computer that had silently guarded the Federation for countless years and had never made a sound.
Cui Judong silently stood in front of the physical barrier. Suddenly, he waved his hand and asked all the staff members of the Bureau of Proclamation to leave.
There was no one in the underground core hall. Only the two-dimensional information display light screen was flashing non-stop. The three-level electronic monitoring network of the Federation continuously transmitted the radio signals, video signals, and audio signals captured in various areas of the universe to the main body of the computer, and then turned into beams of light or data streams. In a mechanical way that was incomprehensible to human beings, they quickly flowed on the light screen.
Cui Judong stared at the light screen that he had been watching for decades. He stared at it for a long time until his pupils shrank. Suddenly, he felt that he seemed to have some kind of illusion. He felt that the mechanical rows of data and beams of light on the light screen suddenly condensed into a cold and indifferent face, looking down at him from above.
Cold sweat seeped out of his forehead and slowly flowed on his skin. Cui Judong looked at the silent light screen, spread his hands sadly and fearfully, and asked slowly with a hoarse voice,
"Old Thing, for thousands of years, the Bureau has been calling you Old Thing. Maybe it's because it's friendly, maybe it's because we're not afraid of you, but because you serve the Federation, you have to abide by the rules of the First Charter.
"So when I found out that you violated the First Charter and began to directly perform physical operations, you should be able to understand my shock and fear."
Cui Judong's cheeks were pale. He spread his hands and looked helplessly at the huge two-dimensional light screen above his head. He asked in a hoarse voice, "What happened? Even if Xu Le has the First Sequence Access, how can you break through the restrictions and perform physical operations? Do you know what this means? "
"What the f * ck is going on!"
Cui Judong suddenly raised his head. His slightly curly hair swung like a whip. He waved his arms in fear and anger and shouted at the huge light screen above his head, "You violated the First Charter! You violated the First Charter! How can you violate the First Charter! Where is the logic? Where is the reason? This doesn't conform to the rules! "
Suddenly, his right arm stiffened in the air, and his pupils became slightly dilated due to the violent impact. He stared at the light screen in disbelief and opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out. It was not until a long time later that this one-act pantomime finally made a sound.
Cui Judong was like a little boy who was greatly wronged and frightened. He stared at the stable and high-speed calculation sequence on the light screen and said to himself, "Self-consciousness? You have self-consciousness? No, I don't believe it. "
"I don't believe it!"
He put his fingers into his wet and cold hair in shock and pulled his hair hard. He breathed heavily and twisted his body like a crazy woman in the market. He kicked everything he could see, chairs, tables, and wastepaper baskets.
In the most important central computer room of the Federation, it was a mess. After kicking over god knows how many chairs, Cui Judong finally felt tired. He held his waist and felt that his waist was filled with lead. He picked up a chair and sat down casually. He no longer looked at the light screen that made him panic. Instead, he stared at his feet and smiled nervously.
"I'm crazy. Why can't I believe it? Didn't the old director and I already think of this? Haven't we always been afraid and excited about a certain situation? "
He thought hard like a philosopher. Then he smiled and waved his arms like a poor poet. He bravely raised his head and looked at the light screen. After a long silence, he said in a low voice, "Seven seconds. I didn't forget those seven seconds."
He stood up and threw the chair into the garbage. He turned around and walked toward the elevator. He said quietly, "Do whatever you want. If you want to destroy this world, then destroy it. I'm just an ordinary person. I want to do those normal things."
Because of the previous crazy venting, his feet were injured. Blood seeped out of the tips of his shoes. He was dragging his feet and walking. It looked a little funny, but also a little sad.
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"This young master closed his eyes there."
Through the car window, Xiong Linquan pointed at the group of fake bronze statues in Charter Square not far away and explained the situation to Xu Le.
Xu Le narrowed his eyes and looked at that place in silence. After a moment, he suddenly opened the door and walked out.
Because of his sudden movement, the doors of several dark green military vehicles on the side of the street opened at the same time. The members of the 17th Division vigilantly surrounded him, separating him from the surveillance of the FBI and the Internal Affairs Department of the Department of Defense in the distance.
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