The entire Federation was looking for Xu Le. In other words, this was a war between the Federation and one person. Many years ago, the uncle had fought such a war, and now it was his turn. However, he did not possess the strength that Feng Yu once possessed to look down on everything in the world, nor was he a true Creator. Therefore, the pressure from the countless buildings on the ground made him nervous and silent. If it was not for the fact that he had a companion in the dark underground beside him who would never feel tired or thirsty, there would definitely be more specific problems in these specific days.
To fight against the powerful ruling machine of the Federation, the measures Xu Le took should have been more direct and violent, just like how Li Feng smashed up the office of Senator Zion when he returned from the frontline. However, he, who was hiding underground, did not rely on the old man to release the truth about the explosion of the Ancient Bell and the truth about the dark organization called the Trinity Association on the internet.
One of the important reasons why he remained silent beside the underground river of sewage was that he always thought that these truth stories were really like boring street stalls literature. It was difficult to win the trust of hundreds of millions of people, and there was no beauty in them.
Of course, this was not a funny joke. The main reason was that the frontline was still at war. The Imperial armies had already gained a foothold in the galaxy and could launch a counterattack against the Federation expeditionary forces at any time. At such a critical moment, the Federation needed stability and control. At the very least, the Federation could not allow the terrible vacuum of power in the Federation to occur because of him. If the Federation government collapsed, what would happen to the troops on the frontline? How many people would die?
That day in the cafe, Chief Editor Bob had told him that according to the intelligence channel of the newspaper, the Federal forces had suffered a heavy blow at a certain position on the frontline, and the soldiers had suffered heavy losses.
According to his analysis of the firepower configuration of the Federal forces and the strength of the Empire, Xu Le did not think that even if a battle was lost, the consequences would be terrible. However, Chief Editor Bob's gloomy face gave him an extremely bad feeling. However, what could he do?
Occasionally, he would go to the ground and buy some vegetables and fruits in the most dilapidated, remote, and low-class market to improve his diet. He would also buy some expensive fiber paper books on the ground to satisfy his childhood regret of not reading too many books. He was like an ordinary citizen of the capital, lowering his head under the eaves and silently watching TV screens and electronic newspapers during spring and summer.
At the top of the dark tunnel deep underground, the fugitive Xu Le's temporary residence had an additional standard freezer. The TV light screen had been repaired by him into a large light screen that was stuck to the wall. He had even conveniently pulled in a small sound system. Looking at the underground tunnel that was more and more like home... Or was it that he was just waiting for something to happen?
One day, the frozen fish balls in the freezer all turned into tender ingredients in the white soup, and then into delicious energy supplies in his stomach. Satisfied, Xu Le scratched his somewhat itchy hair, raised his head to look at the sky, and muttered to himself, "What should I buy today?"
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The small red eye pattern on the door had long dried up, and the few drops of paint that had spilled out were as impressive as blood. This Federation government special task force named Small Eyes had already been working in this building for more than ten days.
The team had not sent any good news to the president in the official residence, but they knew very well that the black ring in their hands had been silently placed at the entrance of every major subway in the Federation, waiting to suddenly tighten and strangle the hunting ring that had intruded into the black ring.
The contact person next to the room frowned as he quickly typed on the old-fashioned keyboard. The analog radio signal, which had long since been abandoned, passed through the window in front of them and was sent to countless hunting teams in the distant city.
The Small Eyes Special Task Force used the most primitive password system, just like the methods used by mammals when they were having fun in their childhood. It required the most interesting eye contact between people. As for the key link of inference and conclusion, they had completely given up on computing tools and used stand-alone workstations and pen and paper to do tedious and complicated work. Moreover, they were willing to do it and were in a good mood.
Just as Bederman once said, this was a primitive war. In order to catch or kill the Small Eyes man, they had to use the most primitive methods of cooperation and hunting.
"Oh!" A team member stared at the face recognition system in front of him that had been filtered three times, but the red light still lit up. He raised his eyebrows in excitement and screamed, "I told you he would still come out from here!"
The members of the Small Eyes Special Task Force gathered around and looked at the blurry image on the screen. They were so excited that they could not control themselves. As for the staff responsible for communicating with the Special Task Force, after getting permission from their superiors, they used the most primitive methods to directly send out the signal.
"Have you forgotten the bet we made last night?" The psychology professor smiled and said, "I also insist that Colonel Xu Le will definitely come out from this subway station, because it is obvious that he likes the red-bellied salmon produced in South Kezhou very much. And if you are willing to pay attention to this logo, in the entire capital special district, this supermarket is the only supermarket that sells it."
The team members let out sighs and sighs, one after another, they praised the fact that the details determined everything. This was indeed a truth that would never be outdated at any time.
"Let me tell you a piece of good news. The tactical verification team has agreed to the Small Eyes Special Task Force's request to attack. If you can capture or kill the target today, in addition to your freedom, you will also receive the gratitude of the entire Federation."
An official from the Federation Bureau of Investigation walked in and looked at the screen on the electronic workbench in his hand. He said with a gloomy expression, "The problem now is that it takes 14 minutes to return from the supermarket to the nearest subway entrance. But we don't know how long it will take the Federal Central Computer to confirm that we have found him and are preparing to attack him."
"This entire building has been blocked. Even if the Federal Central Computer has been paying attention to us, it is impossible to get any information from inside the team. Now, the key point we need to focus on is how much information will leak out when the order to kill Colonel Xu Le is transmitted to the various combat teams. The specific location of the combat team that will carry out the mission will be discovered by the Federal Central Computer and provided to Colonel Xu Le after the information leaks out."
"However, according to my calculations, although the information leaks or spills out are inevitable, it will take the Central Computer more time to capture, analyze, and transmit the information than it does for us."
Bederman, who had been silent all this time, smiled innocently and happily. But everyone could see that there was a certain extreme excitement hidden in his smile. For this former employee of the Bureau of Proclamation who got in through the back door the most, a guy like Xu Le, who did not need to use his brain but could get infinite help from the Central Computer, was undoubtedly the most detestable of people. The sooner he died, the happier he would be.
He stood up and looked at his colleagues in the Small Eyes Special Task Force. He opened his hands and raised his eyebrows innocently. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's kill him. "
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Gently pinching the fat fish wrapped in fiber paper with his fingers, Xu Le, wearing a hat and sunglasses, couldn't help but be a little absent-minded under the sunlight at the entrance of the supermarket. He thought of his recent hobby of reading fiber paper books and realized that even though he was on the run, he was still used to living a relatively good life. He had long left the life of a poor orphan miner and entered a new stage.
Under the bright and beautiful sun, which was so bright that it made passersby feel hot, Xu Le silently walked through a street somewhere in the capital. He walked toward the subway station in the southwest direction. The salmon in his hand and the daily necessities in the plastic bag were like heavy fruits, pulling the sleeve of his right arm extremely tight.
There were three interesting green stones in front of him. Half of his body was hidden in the cool water. He jumped over these green stones and stepped on the hot concrete road due to the sun. After passing through the big shopping mall, he would arrive at the subway station.
However, standing under the cool eaves, looking at the three green stones and the sun in the cool water beside the stones, Xu Le's eyebrows that were exposed outside the sunglasses frowned. He didn't move.
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"The target stopped."
On the middle platform of a thirty-floor commercial building in the distance, an elite sniper of the Federal forces looked through optical binoculars at the pool a kilometer away, the three moss-covered stones, and the faintly visible toes in the shadows above. He reported in a deep voice, "I'm not sure if he found something, but he didn't continue to move forward."
More than ten seconds later, the sniper looked at the image in the optical binoculars, frowned slightly, and reported, "Attention, the sniper failed. The target has retreated into the shadows and cannot be captured."
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This sentence clearly sounded in the command hall of the small-eyed unit. Bederman narrowed his eyes and smiled happily. He looked at his colleagues and said, "How about it? I knew that as long as there was a connection, it would definitely be discovered by the old guy, so you should be grateful that I chose the No. 2 sniper plan. "
There was dead silence in the room, and then there was warm applause. Except for Chen Yijiang, who was scratching his head in confusion, the No. 2 sniper plan chosen by the small-eyed unit had a more accurate name, and that was: The Sheep Herding Plan.
The small-eyed unit would judge the possible route that Xu Le might take and hand it over to the elite military combat team through the most primitive method. Then, no technical support would be given, and the combat team would be free to choose the time to snipe.
In the same way, those snipers hiding in the various buildings of the capital, carrying specially modified sniper rifles, disguised as ordinary people under the Glory Of The Charter, after receiving the latest information, would cut off any contact with the outside world and become the most terrifying killers hidden in the sea of people.
At this moment, at least four long-range sniper rifles were aimed in his direction. They slowly moved away from the few wet green stones. Following Xu Le's footsteps, he quietly slipped into the shadows, and the sound of death would immediately ring out.
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