There were no more yellow warning lines around the square, and there were no more beautiful men smiling as they slept under the sun under the fake bronze statues. Cheerful children giggled as they ran while dragging kites in the sky. Parents happily and nervously sat by the lawn as they watched. The spring breeze and spring light were bright and gentle.
Xu Le turned back and squinted his eyes in the direction of Parliament Hill. Seven to eight construction vehicles were repairing the damaged stone steps and the main building structure of the building. Dozens of cleaners were using a transparent neutral agent to wash away the burnt black from the bullets.
There was not the slightest trace of dried blood left. When the bullet holes were filled and smoothed out, and the smoke was carefully cleaned, the people of the federation would probably completely forget the soul-stirring day and that person, just like the people in the square who were smiling and living a peaceful life.
"Instructor, I have to go now." He Lei, the leader of the first regiment of the new 17th Division, said apologetically behind Xu Le, "There are some things in the division that I need to deal with."
Only by going through the official procedures of the new 17th Division could the members of Group 7 enter the Old Moon Base and receive Xu Le's return as soon as possible. For this matter, He Lei had no doubt taken on a great deal of discipline and political risk.
Xu Le understood the pressure he was under. He smiled and patted him on the shoulder, said a few words to express his gratitude, and at the same time urged him to leave quickly.
He looked at the statue silently until the sun set in the west and the two dim moons quietly rose into the sky. Night fell on the square. He lowered his head slightly and then started to walk along the street beside the lawn towards Parliament Hill. His speed was not fast.
There were more than 20 members of Group 7 in the capital, and they were all present today. They vigilantly guarded Xu Le's side like wild eagles that could attack at any time. They stared at the surroundings with a sense of fearlessness as they slowly followed him.
Such a group of people with unique temperaments naturally attracted the attention of the people in the square. Some of the sharp-eyed people even saw the documentary from the members of Group 7. They opened their mouths in shock and took out their phones to take pictures. However, they did not go forward to ask for autographs because of the serious and fearsome expressions of the members of Group 7.
The atmosphere in front of Parliament Hill was different from the atmosphere in Charter Square. Workers in full gray protective suits were busy working on the stone steps. Below the stone steps, there were many people with grieving faces holding their fists and mourning as they watched the candlelight on the pool.
The specially crafted candles were carefully placed in a glass cup. The glass cup was placed on top of the pool and gently swayed along with the surface of the water. The stars in the night sky were reflected on the surface of the water and mixed with the candlelight on the surface of the water. The starry night sky was exceptionally beautiful and peaceful.
Of course, these candles weren't lit in remembrance of Shi Qinghai, but in remembrance of those who had died in Parliament Hill. To the citizens of the Federation, Shi Qinghai was an unfamiliar name that was already extremely evil and unforgivable. Thinking of this, Xu Le couldn't help but shake his head with a smile. He thought to himself, 'That rogue young master probably doesn't care about what the public thinks.'
"We've already contacted Bai Zeming. Through him, we've spread the news. The press conference is set for 8: 30 a.m. the day after tomorrow. The location is the George Carlin Cultural Arts Center. " Gu Xifeng hung up the phone, then frowned and said, "Boss, let's go back. There's nothing to see here."
Xu Le knew that his comrades were worried that he would lose control of his emotions because of the candlelight in front of him. After a short pause, he explained, "Nothing, I just want to take a look at the place where Young Master fought for the last time."
Hearing this, the members of Team 7 fell into a collective silence. At this moment, they basically knew the true origin of the incident on Parliament Hill. Regarding the actions of the Federation government or the military, the members didn't have any particular opinion, but they had once fought alongside Shi Qinghai for a long time in the distant West Woods. The most common saying was that they had once gone through life and death together.
"Why is the press conference scheduled for the day after tomorrow?" Gu Xifeng looked at the packed schedule on her phone and asked in confusion, "The Ministry of National Defense, the President's Residence, and even if we include the military, there's enough time for the press conference tomorrow."
"There's something I need to do tomorrow night," Xu Le explained in a low voice, "Before that guy died, he solemnly gave me a mission."
The team members were collectively silent. They thought to themselves that if even a fierce character like Shi Qinghai was unable to complete the mission while he was alive, the mission that required the boss to continue was definitely an extremely difficult one. It would definitely shock the Federation once again.
"It's a small matter," Xu Le explained.
After Bai Yulan retired from the military, she officially left Team 7. Everyone, including Xu Le, didn't want to disturb that guy's rare normal family life. Now that Gu Xifeng had gradually taken over the role of Old Bai, he was about to give a brief introduction of tonight's itinerary when he suddenly frowned.
A middle-aged man wearing a gray coat walked out of the dark forest on the side of Parliament Hill without anyone noticing. He didn't seem to notice the special aura of this group of people and directly walked towards Team 7.
Xiong Linquan, who had a special gun permit, suddenly frowned. He slightly turned the heavy gun case in his hand, and his left hand gripped the special short handle H12 under his military uniform. Da Vinci slightly raised his proud and cold face and blocked in front of the middle-aged man. His right hand hanging out of his sleeve slightly trembled. It was the sign of a heavy blow. As long as the other party showed the slightest bit of hostility, the twenty or so members of Team 7 under the stone stairs of Parliament Hill definitely wouldn't mind shocking the Federation again.
"No problem." Xu Le narrowed his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man's gray coat. He said, "Let him come over."
The middle-aged man who originally felt like he was about to suffocate from the cold pressure suddenly felt the air start to flow again. He took two deep breaths with lingering fear and quickly walked in front of Xu Le. He lowered his voice and said a few words. Then he said worriedly, "The government has too many eyes. There are at least four groups watching you in the square alone."
"Not four, but thirteen."
Xu Le looked around the square through the gaps between the bodies of his team members. Under the cover of the night and the quiet street lights, the Federation agents disguised as lovers and families, the black SUVs with their identities revealed, and the officials of the Department of National Defense's Internal Affairs Department not far away were all nervously watching him and his team members who had forcibly returned from the West Woods.
They were all very professional people, so this member of the Green Dragon Mountain's four departments only discovered four groups. However, for Xu Le, who had successfully bound the Federal Central Computer to himself through some kind of desperate and shameless logical reasoning, there seemed to be no secrets from Charter Square or even the capital special district to the entire Federation.
"The couple on the bench, the pair whose breasts are like the tarmac. The agent under the banyan tree who is smiling foolishly and pretending to be a good father. The worker on the stone steps who doesn't even know how to use the spray nozzle … "
The safety formation of the seven groups spread out slightly. Xu Le stood in place and raised his arm without hiding anything. He pointed at the professionals in different corners of the square. As his finger moved, the Federation agents disguised as lovers, fathers, and workers showed shocked expressions on their faces. They immediately lowered their heads and covered their ears. They were probably in emergency contact with their superiors.
After pointing out the positions of the eight groups of agents, Xu Le continued, "Including the six groups on the open line. Take care of them."
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The couple snuggling together sweetly suddenly realized that there was a huge mountain in front of them. The shadow pressed down heavily. The boy raised his head in shock, wanting to show his anger at being disturbed. However, Xiong Linquan said expressionlessly, "If you want, you can perform a kiss for me."
The Federation agent who was playing the role of a good father under the banyan tree looked at his son who was playing games under the mottled street lights with a smile on his face. The finger on his waist quietly cut off the emergency communication with his superior and he politely smiled at the person beside him.
Gu Xifeng, who was standing beside him, rubbed her face with her chubby fingers. She looked at the little boy who was running happily and suddenly said gently, "Why put your family in danger? You may not know, but your superior definitely knows. Before our seven groups were turned into Federation heroes by your superior, the work we did the most was assassination. We can really kill people without blinking, including … very cute little boys. "
The agent's father's face was slightly pale. He forced a smile and replied, "Then can I leave?"
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Like a huge gust of wind blowing through sand, the members of Group 7 who were standing at the foot of Parliament Hill quickly spread out and rushed to the surroundings of the square. They stood in front of the people whom Xu Le had accused of being spies of the government, indifferently, with smiles, with gentleness, and with pride, blocking their sight and intimidating their fragile hearts.
Bang! Bang! The doors of four black SUVs opened and then closed heavily. The high-ranking officials of the four divisions of the Federation Bureau of Investigation glared at the members of seven groups in front of the cars. They waved their arms and roared, "What the hell do you want?"
The members of seven groups looked at the dozen or so agents of the Federation Bureau of Investigation in front of them like they were idiots. They looked at the government spies with different expressions around the square. There was no expression on their faces. They greeted each other from a distance, gathered together again, and left the square in the dark green military vehicle.
Xu Le's figure was no longer in the square.
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In an ordinary alley in the southern part of the capital, it was unknown whether it was the dew at night or the water that seeped out from the houses beside the alley, but the antique limestone floor was soaked. Walking in such an alley, Xu Le naturally thought of the simple courtyard in the slums of the empire's Tianjing planet, and the kind mother and son.
Looking at the electronic information that he had just received, he said softly, "I haven't taken such a long subway ride in many years. Sometimes, when I think about it, I realize that whether I want to admit it or not, I'm no longer the orphan of Donglin, and I'm no longer the little janitor of Ewha University. "
"I don't know what your life was like in Donglin, but in my eyes, you're still the little janitor beside the iron gate," Zhang Xiaomeng said with a smile.
She wore a light colored windbreaker that reached her knees today. It gave off a very refreshing feeling. She put her hands in her pockets and swayed naturally with her steps.
She still wore those black-rimmed glasses. Her eyebrows were still beautiful, but there was no stubbornness like before. Instead, there was only peace and relaxation.
Strolling in the slightly wet alley, the quiet and tacit footsteps sounded and stopped again. Zhang Xiaomeng said softly, "This information can already form a complete chain of evidence in court. It's completely enough to send Vice President Byron and the other representatives to prison. That day … after Shi Qinghai died, the sending program automatically activated and sent this information to me. "
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