Xu Le didn't make any guarantees about the worry in Zhang Xiaomeng's eyes. He calmly turned to another serious and important topic. "The power on the other side seems to be stronger than I thought. There are some problems with my communication with the official residence. But according to my judgment, Mr. President's silence over the past few days has actually given me enough information. So, without meeting him, I think I should be able to do something specific. "
"Mr. Pabre's moral character is impeccable, but you're so sure that he's deliberately keeping silent to send you information, and that he's not completely under someone's control?"
"No one, not even a fully armed soldier, can completely control the president of the Federation. Besides, Mr. Pabre is … Mr. Shi and my president. He used to be a soldier, and he's not a political naive. How could his performance be so bad? In my opinion, what Mr. President needs now is a strong enough voice from the periphery of the government to help him poke through the window paper that he can't poke his finger through, or give him an excuse to poke through the window paper. "
"It seems that you've been reading a lot of Schiller's novels these past few years. You're very familiar with the classical phrase 'window paper'." Zhang Xiaomeng looked at him with a smile and said, "Since you're so confident, I won't say anything more. I wish you good luck."
"Thank you." Xu Le sincerely hugged her, and then prepared to leave.
Under the dim street lights in the rainy alley, Zhang Xiaomeng looked at his face and suddenly said, "When you go to pick up Shi Qinghai, help me pass on a message to him. I think he is the best spy, and even more so, the best soldier. "
"I'll definitely pass on the message." Xu Le wiped the raindrops off his face and replied with a smile, "Although he's never liked you, he should like your comment very much."
Walking out of the rainy alley, they shook hands and climbed over the railing. Following the three big locust trees to the west, they walked past the little girl selling umbrellas. The two gently hugged and said goodbye, and then went to different subway entrances.
A few minutes later, Xu Le, with his hair slightly wet, walked out of the subway entrance of the Capital Special District 4. He silently walked to the dark green military vehicle that had been waiting for him for a long time. He sat in the spacious back compartment, deep in thought.
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After the Parliament Hill incident, the enraged Federation government and Parliament immediately set up a high-level investigation committee. Three temporary teams were formed to handle this special case.
Because Shi Qinghai used to be a high-ranking official in the Federation Investigation Bureau, and it was later found that he had used the Federation Investigation Bureau's resources and network countless times in the past four years, the special task force excluded the Investigation Bureau from the Federation Investigation Bureau. The police headquarters, the Ministry of Justice, and the Ministry of National Defense worked together to handle the case.
The task force was scattered among many buildings in the capital, including the police station on Asparta Avenue. This building was not responsible for the most important investigation tasks, but it was responsible for looking after and handling a lot of evidence related to the case. So, even though it was already late at night, there were still many police officers and officers working overtime or tiredly keeping watch.
There were two high-back chairs outside the cold storage. A fat police officer was sprawled out like a thick pancake and slumped on the chair. He was grumbling to his partner about things that he couldn't let his superior hear.
"I was planning to have a good drink in the pub tonight, but who knew I would have to work overtime at the last minute. Sometimes, when I think about the mixture of alcohol and water that left me, I feel so angry that I can't wait to drag the dead man in the room up and beat him up."
His partner was an old police officer with grizzled hair. He said mockingly, "The guy in the room is not someone you and I can beat up. Don't be angry. That guy killed the Vice President of the Federation. Of course, it's very important. We have to keep a close eye on him. "
"What's there to look at?" The fat police officer said mockingly, "In the beginning, the superiors always thought that such a crazy thing on Parliament Hill couldn't have been done by one person. They thought that he had an accomplice, so they were worried that something might go wrong. But in fact? They didn't find a single accomplice. This madman really did break into Parliament Hill alone! "
The old police officer smiled, a trace of emotion showing in the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes. "Not to mention accomplices, after so many days, we haven't found any relatives coming to collect his body."
The fat police officer waved his fat finger and pointed at the plastic steel door behind his head. He said in a low voice, "I heard that the guy's parents died a long time ago. As for his other relatives … Please, he is now a criminal who murdered the Vice President of the Federation and the members of the parliament. What is he if not a traitor? Even if he is dead, he won't be clean. The people in the Federation are cursing him non-stop. Even if he does have relatives or friends, who would dare to come and visit him at this time? "
Just as he finished speaking, the low and powerful roar of an engine came from Asparta Street outside the police station. There was the clear sound of brakes, followed by a series of hurried but definitely not disorderly footsteps. It was the sound of many pairs of military boots stepping on the old wooden stairs of the police station at the same time. It was a shocking sound that could only be made by many pairs of hard-soled military boots stepping on the old wooden stairs of the police station.
The fat police officer and the old police officer looked at each other in confusion. Then, they slowly stood up, their right hands touching the gun holsters at their waists at the same time.
At the end of the corridor, a group of soldiers escorted a young officer and silently walked over. The young officer looked somewhat familiar. The atmosphere of the group was particularly solemn because their expressions were very serious.
In front of the storage room, the burly man in the group raised his steel-like arm and pointed behind the two stunned police officers. He said to the young officer in a low voice, "The young master is in there."
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When Xu Le was about to walk into the cold storage room to take one last look at the person, the two grumbling but still loyal police officers finally reacted. The fat police officer looked at the group of soldiers in front of him with unease and vigilance. His finger quietly picked at the hidden buckle of his gun holster and said in a low voice, "Sorry, I can't let you in."
Gu Xifeng stood behind Xu Le and said with a smile, "According to the relevant laws and regulations of the Federation, if the case has been reported with complete evidence, then the deceased suspect can be handed over to the claimant. The young master lying in the freezer behind you doesn't have any family or friends, so we're here today to claim his civil rights. "
The two police officers looked at each other. Thinking about what they had just said, they didn't quite react. A moment later, the fat police officer shook his head and said, "I don't understand what you're talking about. I ask you to leave immediately. No one will agree to your ridiculous request."
Xu Le lowered his head slightly, then raised his right foot and walked forward.
The two police officers wanted to pull out their guns, but they were horrified to find that at some point, two thick cold gun barrels were silently pressed against the back of their necks.
Xu Le didn't notice the police officers' instantly pale faces. He directly pushed open the door to the cold storage room and found the exact position in the freezer on the three walls.
Without any hesitation or sad pause, he opened the freezer and opened the bag. After confirming that there was no mistake, he immediately waved his hand and signaled for his team members to help carry the guy out.
He looked at the pale and quiet face in the bag, narrowed his eyes, pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, "Let's change places. It's too cold here. I'm going to freeze to death."
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