Lee Jae-do and Du Shaoqing walked out of the official residence and were greeted by several officers with solemn expressions. These officers were from several powerful forces near the Capital Special District. They shared a common trait with Du Shaoqing, which was that they were young and sharp, with stars shining on their epaulets.
The young generals saluted their teachers, their eyes burning with calmness. Although they knew that this spring night was not a real operation, there was no doubt that it was the prelude to a major change. They followed the great statesman in the official residence and had stepped onto the stage of history, so they would never leave before the curtain fell on their lives.
After a brief conversation and briefing, the generals led their direct subordinates and quickly left. Only Lee Jae-do and Du Shaoqing were left on the lawn. After a short silence, General Lee Jae-do frowned slightly. Looking at the street that had returned to normal, he said, "Actually, Mr. President's concerns were just reasons he found for himself. To kill or not to kill is just a matter of thought. Sometimes, you don't need to think too much."
Du Shaoqing did not respond. He put on his sunglasses and remained silent. In fact, this night, he and his Iron Seventh Division took on the most critical task of arresting Xu Le. However, after entering the official residence, he did not say a word.
Lee Jae-do glanced at him and said with a smile, "It is indeed a very difficult decision to destroy the passionate, naive, and hot-blooded version of myself when I was young."
The meaning of this sentence was obvious. In his opinion, President Pabre did not agree to execute Xu Le immediately. It had nothing to do with the danger that those families might take advantage of the situation. It even had nothing to do with Xu Le's puzzling first-order authority in the charter. It was purely because of the emotions of the current him looking at the past him.
No matter how experienced and calm a schemer was, there was a period when they were young where they were passionate, naive, and often hot-blooded and angry. President Pabre was like this, then what about Lee Jae-do himself?
"Xu Le is an extremely dangerous person. Because of the issue of authority, he is even more dangerous than the evaluation of all the members of the Association. In my opinion, he is even more dangerous than the hidden forces of the seven families. Because … his danger is too direct."
General Lee Jae-do continued expressionlessly, "Our cause cannot bear this kind of risk. In the face of simple and direct violence, we cannot retreat in the slightest."
"Du Shaoqing, take care of this matter." He looked at Du Shaoqing and said, "Don't think too much about the impact. As long as we leave the area of the President's official residence and the square, we can find a suitable reason for any accidental death."
The sunglasses on Du Shaoqing's nose reflected the dim light of the official residence in the spring night. After a moment of silence, he said, "I need an order from Mr. President."
"We are soldiers, we have the right to make decisions on the battlefield. And as long as Xu Le is there, it is usually a battlefield. "
Lee Jae-do's calm and oppressive gaze directly pierced through the lens of his sunglasses and fell on Du Shaoqing's eyes. He continued, "Killing a hero of the Federation who is deeply loved by the people is a crime that is destined to be written in history. If you insist that the President give the order directly, then it is equivalent to you convicting him in advance."
Du Shaoqing was silent for a moment, then saluted and said, "I will definitely complete the mission."
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The troops that came in armored vehicles left in armored vehicles. There were more than ten members of Group 7 who could not escape at all. Charter Square, which was filled with a tense and solemn atmosphere before, almost instantly returned to silence and desolation.
At the entrance of the buildings along the street, several second lieutenants were smiling and explaining something to the residents, telling them the good news of the end of the anti-terrorism exercise. At the same time, they handed over the gift packages specially prepared by the Ministry of National Defense. The residents expressed their magnanimity for disturbing their dreams.
Occasionally, green leaves fell and rolled on the street, and a few lonely stars hung in the night sky. Under the dim starlight, the bronze statue of the Group of Five and the statue of the Military God looked at each other without saying a word. The spring night was like yesterday, and the night wind was as usual.
The troops that participated in this secret military operation quickly left Charter Square and went through the reserve military ramp, passing through the civilian buildings on the ground, and sometimes crossing the half-elevated bearing bridge, as quietly as possible to the camp in the suburbs.
A convoy drove from the President's Residence, just passed the Ministry of Finance building, and drove out of Charter Square. All the armored vehicles had been specially modified, all the remote control chips were removed, and even the most important control valves were adjusted to manual operation priority.
A first lieutenant of the Iron Seventh Division looked at the small-eyed man who was tied to the cross alloy frame at the bottom of the dark armored vehicle, and suppressed the shock and confusion in his heart. He tightly held the high-powered short-barreled gun in his hand and silently thought, "Is it because of this guy that the army carried out these modifications in advance?"
The soldiers of the Federation all knew how amazing this guy was, and his research on the mechanical electronic control system was to the extreme. But why did the superior order to remove the remote control system? Was he really so amazing that he could use these things to escape the escort of hundreds of elite soldiers? Not to mention that his hands and feet were already equipped with super-strong magnetic shackles. No matter how powerful he was, he should be desperate now, right?
He actually smiled? That guy actually smiled! So scary!
The first lieutenant opened his eyes wide and looked at the guy at the bottom of the armored vehicle in disbelief. He subconsciously raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at the guy's head. Almost at the same time, the specially selected elites of the Iron Seventh Division were collectively shocked by that inexplicable smile, and their pupils shrank, and they raised the guns in their hands.
Xu Le, whose body was tightly bound by the new technology of the Federation, was leaning against the cross alloy frame. At this moment, he couldn't even move a finger. Fortunately, the enemies weren't violent enough to control his facial nerves, so he could still grin, revealing his neat and white teeth, and smile until his eyes were squinted.
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No one knew what time it was.
In a corner of the base of the Federation's First Military District located in the suburbs of the capital, a very strange scene appeared. The heavy alloy door of the armory slowly opened, and more than ten of the most advanced black MX mechas of the Federation activated together. They slowly drove out in the middle of the night, exuding an extremely austere aura.
After the Iron Seventh Division returned from the front lines of the Empire, they didn't return to S3. Instead, they stayed in S1. As a result, this base became the temporary base of this invincible and iron-blooded division. As one of the first two full mecha divisions of the Federation, hundreds of military mechas silently parked in the empty warehouse like metal statues. They hadn't made a sound for many days, until today.
The officer of the logistics department of the division looked at the black MX mechas that disappeared into the night like ghosts. He couldn't help but frown and shake his head. He lowered his head and quickly sketched out the relevant procedures with a digital pen. His heart was filled with countless questions and shock, but because of the strict military discipline, he didn't dare to ask.
Tonight, the Iron Seventh Division seemed to be carrying out a secret military mission. They had continuously mobilized a large number of armored troops and military mechas. The problem was, this wasn't the front lines, but the capital special district. What kind of mission would require such a large amount of firepower?
The military MX mechas glowing with a black metallic luster drove out of the base in low-impedance mode. They drove along the special military road to the city where the lights were still flashing, and gradually disappeared into the darkness of the night. At this moment, the high-grade light absorption paint developed by the Nutshell Engineering Department painted these tall and heavy mechas with a layer of ghostly and ghostly feeling.
Before the ghostly military mechas entered the defense circle of the capital special district, they received the expected strict questioning. Since the assassination at the Linhai State Gymnasium, the thermal start band monitoring network of mecha spread all over the major cities of the Federation had already captured the silhouettes of these military mechas. However, the Department of National Defense in charge of the military mechas' location monitoring only received a brief explanation from the other party after sending out the strict questioning.
"Secret military mission."
The nervous and shocked officials of the Department of National Defense were preparing to order the standby Federation fighter jets to immediately take off to intercept them when they once again received an electronic document from the black MX mechas.
This electronic document proved that these black MX mechas had the highest level of authority from the Federation government and the military. No department, including the Department of National Defense, had the right to stop them from entering the city that was still lit in the middle of the night, but was still sleeping soundly.
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The armored fleet moved relatively slowly, gradually increasing the distance between them and the troops in front. Not long after they drove out of the Charter Square area, an order was passed through the encrypted command system to the armored vehicle in the middle.
After the first lieutenant received the order, he raised his head and glanced at Xu Le with a complicated expression. Unable to completely hide the shock in his heart, the right hand that held the gun silently slipped his index finger into the trigger holster.
He couldn't understand this unbelievable order. The officer tied to the alloy frame was a hero of the Federation with outstanding military achievements, the successor personally chosen by the War God, the role model and idol in the hearts of countless Federation soldiers, but in the end, he was going to be executed by himself on the spot?
As an officer of the Iron Seventh Division, he had executed many incomprehensible orders on the battlefield. Later on, facts continuously proved that this approach was correct. Not to mention, the order he received tonight was directly from his commander.
The first lieutenant and his companions looked at each other and saw the shock and uneasiness in each other's eyes.
The Iron Seventh Division had always been known for its strict discipline. From the commander Du Shaoqing to the most common logistician, they had the strictest self-requirements on the battlefield. They were cold, proud, stubborn, and strong. To be able to make an officer of the Iron Seventh Division feel shocked, uneasy, and even confused when facing an order from a superior, as the target of execution, Xu Le should feel very comforted.
"Colonel Xu Le, I'm sorry."
The first lieutenant swallowed hard and looked at the bottom of the car. He raised the gun in his hand and aimed it at the person tied to the cross.
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