In the early morning of late spring, the air that had been washed many times by last night's rain carried a fresh smell. It blew from the lawn in front of the official residence's terrace and blew on the girl's face.
Miss Padele, the only daughter of the Federation President, was 14 years old this year. She was still thin, and her face was pale and serene, even a little too serene. She was wearing a white gauze dress today, hiding herself behind the curtain of the terrace, avoiding the vigilant Special Task Force agents in front of the terrace. Her fingers tightly grasped the phone, and her slightly thick lips opened and closed many times before she said slowly with great difficulty and shyness to the other end of the phone, "Yes … Xu … Lieutenant Colonel Le, father … is ready to go out, you want to meet him … Okay, I understand … what you mean."
The first daughter of the Federation, who had been autistic since childhood and had slightly improved in recent years, chuckled after hearing Xu Le's promise on the phone. She probably thought that the orthodontic lines on her teeth were not good looking, so she quickly covered her mouth and nodded hard at the phone.
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Xu Le did not have much personal contact with the President's residence. After all, the President of the Federation had a busy schedule and could not have much personal time. Mr. Pabre once mocked himself during a meal that the President of the Federation's body belonged to the Federation, not his wife.
However, compared to the average person, Xu Le's relationship with the most powerful family in the Federation could be considered quite close. He had had dinner with that special family of three many times.
As for Miss Padele, Xu Le had relatively little contact with her. After all, a girl who had been troubled by autism needed special protection from her family. However, there were occasional letters, and he remembered to send a few small gifts.
Just as this story had taken more than two million words to tell, and just as Shi Qinghai had praised it one year, Xu Le, this small-eyed man, had become less and less talkative since he began to flee, but the special smell or charm on him had become stronger and stronger. Was that why so many girls in the Federation and even the Imperium thought that he was very trustworthy?
Standing in the drizzle in Xinghe Public Cemetery, standing under the commemorative tree, Xu Le lowered his voice and patiently explained something to the president's daughter on the other end of the phone. He explained something, made an agreement, and then promised something with a smile. After carefully exhorting her, he finally hung up the phone in relief.
"To the Southern Suburbs Division," Xu Le said.
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The dark green motorcade left the cemetery along the winding mountain road, leaving behind two graves and two bouquets of flowers.
Unbeknownst to them, the familiar black car without a logo had snuck into the convoy. At this time, Xu Le was sitting in the back of the black car. Through the infantry team's field command system, he was giving orders to the team members in the front and back of the military vehicles.
"Three high points. Mark out the precise shooting angles." He pulled out the scroll screen in front of his phone and stared at the high precision map on the screen with narrowed eyes. He used his finger to tap on a few hidden spots on the map. "There are people from the other side here."
Gu Xifeng, who was sitting beside him, flicked her round fingers and quickly marked out the coordinates. Then, she entered the team's operation target into the workbench. After thinking for a while, she added a sentence into the comms system. "The other side is an expert from the army. What we need to do is control. Be careful."
At this time, they were preparing to go to the Seventeenth Division's base in the Southern Suburbs. After all, Xu Le was a soldier of the Federation. He had disobeyed orders and returned to the capital ring. Yesterday, he had spent the rainy night mourning and burying his friends. Now, he had to report back to his own unit.
"Under the overpass on Highway 3, here, here. This is the temporary military training base of the capital garrison's Mecha Brigade. The problem is that two mechas were moved to the base yesterday, but they haven't been warmed up yet."
Xu Le drew a circle on a certain spot on the screen and then heavily tapped on it.
"I'll go and watch them myself." Gu Xifeng quickly replied, "When they're warmed up, I'll do a waveband overlap. There's a 70% chance that they'll wedge into the cores of those two mechas."
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The fleet drove quietly on the smooth roads in the suburbs of the capital. Other than the clear and short replies from Xu Le and his team members, there was only silence in the command system. Occasionally, there would be a minute of silence. This caused the fleet to have a very complicated feeling.
Yesterday, when they received Xu Le at the Old Moon base, Team 7 had been vigilantly observing their surroundings. Although there was no actual danger, with so many Federation government departments following them at Charter Square and the cautiousness of their boss, they knew that the seemingly peaceful road ahead was actually filled with storms. They just didn't know when they would roll up or calm down.
Gu Xifeng, who used an extremely short amount of time to complete the electronic signal conversion and synchronization channel setup, suddenly raised her head and asked, "Boss, this is the capital special district after all. Do you really think that those people would dare to go against you so openly? No matter what, you're still the successor personally chosen by the War God. "
It was very quiet in the black car. Xu Le lowered his head in silence, thinking about how to answer this question.
In order to prevent him from returning to the capital ring and uncovering the truth, those people were not stingy with physical destruction. In order to achieve their goal, they had even inconceivably mobilized the battleships of the Federal Fleet. They were already so crazy that they naturally wouldn't care that this was the capital special district and that the War God cared about him. Furthermore, the War God was already dead and buried in Philadelphia. And that person's relationship with the War God was much closer than his own.
"Those people really want me dead." He looked at the scrolling information on the screen and explained, "But you don't have to worry too much. The key is to control the sniping position. Once that is controlled, they won't be able to do anything."
Speaking up to this point, he raised his head and said to Gu Xifeng, "Remove that mecha backup station from the safety list. You don't have to deal with it personally."
Gu Xifeng didn't quite understand.
In the front row of the black car sat the two people with the best driving skills of Group 7, Liu Jiao and Da Vinci. Da Vinci suddenly frowned and asked, "Boss, what if the other party uses a powerful weapon? You have to know that no one dares to underestimate your freakish combat ability. Normal combat units can't even break through our defense, so how can they hurt you? "
Xu Le couldn't explain this point.
Now, he was covered in a faint layer of The Glory Of The Charter. Any large-scale weapon that required chip control and could receive long-range signals, such as powerful military mechas and fighter jets, or even those giant Federation battleships, could no longer threaten his safety.
The more powerful and terrifying a military machine was, the more likely it was to be turned into a pile of scrap metal in front of him. Just like what had happened in that space, when his life was in danger, as far as his eyes could see, and as far as his fingertips could reach, there would be only peace. In a sense, with the support of The Glory Of The Charter, he was a passive and omnipotent god.
Unfortunately, gods weren't omnipotent. Xu Le couldn't control the human body and simple, primitive, and never outdated killing weapons like guns.
This point just happened to prove Uncle Feng Yu's theory. The simplest was the most powerful. In order to survive in this special capital city full of hidden chaos and killing intent, as well as to obtain the final victory, Xu Le needed the help of the members of Group 7. Moreover, he was confident that with the help of these 20 or so members, he could accurately eliminate all the dangerous factors ahead of him.
This was the question that Gu Xifeng had hidden in the deepest part of her heart all this time. Only now did she ask.
"Boss, the accuracy of your information is too terrifying." He used his chubby finger to quickly and nervously point at the accurately marked sniper positions on the electronic map. Looking at the detailed annotations, including the production date of the sniper's equipment, he could not hide his shock and said, "Just like last night in Charter Square … Where did you get this information? If you can get such amazing information every time you fight a battle, then what's the point of the enemy? "
Xu Le scratched his head. After a moment of silence, he smiled and explained, "Well … I have someone up there."
"Someone up there? Who is it? "
Gu Xifeng and Da Vinci in the front row raised their heads at the same time and stared at the flat roof of the black car. They wanted to see through the hard bulletproof material and see the mysterious, powerful, and terrifying information provider.
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After the reorganization of the new 17th Division, they naturally couldn't stay in the Harbor City Garrison Guard District. They were directly transferred back to the southern suburbs of the special capital city.
Only the black car that Xu Le was in and a dark green military vehicle that was leading the way had arrived at the southern suburbs. The rest of the vehicles and the swift and fierce soldiers were nowhere to be found.
Division Commander Yu Chenghai was sick and was admitted to the Army general hospital. He was about to be transferred to a military hospital in the southern hemisphere, so Xu Le didn't see the old soldier that he wanted to see the most and respected the most.
The black car quietly drove out of the gate of the new 17th Division like a ghost. Xu Le sat by the window and silently looked at the clear map of the military forces around the special capital city. His mood became slightly heavier.
The permanent troops in the capital city garrison were four special-class divisions. Most of them were from the 1st Military Region, and that didn't include the new 17th Division and the Iron Seventh Division. If Division Commander Yu Chenghai was really sick, then the new 17th Division would definitely be greatly affected.
Who was the one who made the law in the 1st Military Region? Who transferred all the troops loyal to the Zhong family from the West Woods Military Region to the empire's frontline? Who made the Iron Seventh Division not return to S3 but forcefully stay beside the special capital city?
Thinking of the name of that general, Xu Le was silent. Then he frowned and felt a pain in his forehead. Then a thunderous sound suddenly sounded in his ears.
Bang!
A bullet from a sniper rifle came out of nowhere and accurately hit the window of the black car, right next to Xu Le's cheek, and a flower of pain burst out of the window! If it weren't for the strong protection of the Qianshi Tai family's black car, this shot would definitely have blown his head into a pile of bloody mud.
Xu Le turned his head and looked at the terrifying Dan Hen in front of him. His eyelashes didn't even blink. After a moment of silence, as if nothing had happened, he lowered his head and continued reading.
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