"Hiding under the floorboards for four days and four nights, he probably didn't eat or even drink. So I don't understand how this person survived. Not only did he not die of hunger or thirst, but his combat ability didn't seem to be affected at all."
"Although the soldiers of the Iron Seventh Division look very rude, everyone knows that they can't make mistakes when inspecting the battlefield. Since they used life detectors to check the military court in advance, why didn't they find Xu Le hiding under the floorboards?"
Inside the only building in the capital special district that had three layers of information blocking, a member of the small-eyed troop pointed at the information on the light screen angrily and helplessly. He waved his arms helplessly and said in a low voice, "How do we explain all this? Unless we admit that he's not a human. "
"Of course he's not a human." Another member shook his head in disappointment. He looked at the battlefield surveillance that had started to play and said, "He's so strong and invincible, how can he be a normal human?"
"Give up on these useless literary sentiments. No superpower creatures have been found in the universe so far."
The official of the Federation Investigation Bureau interrupted everyone's behavior to vent their disappointment and shock. He said in a deep voice, "The most important task now is that we have to figure out where Xu Le's next target is. Even if we can't set up an ambush, we have to ensure the safety of those big shots."
"Now the statistics show that the possible targets of Colonel Xu Le's attack have expanded to 37. It's very difficult to choose the key targets to protect from among them."
The member in charge of the intelligence analysis scratched his head and cursed in a low voice. He looked at the people and said, "The Federation has offended too many government agencies and big shots that have offended Colonel Xu Le."
"That guy is psychopathic. He always feels that the whole world has wronged him. Professor Nur, you should support my judgment."
Sitting in the corner, Beidman said to the famous psychology professor of the small-eyed troop. His eyes were bloodshot and his feet were placed on the table casually. He seemed to be playing some kind of video game that required high IQ. Only his trembling fingers and the sarcasm in his words showed the real anger and unwillingness in his heart at this time.
The members in the room all thought that Bederman was the real psychopath. They also knew what had happened to him in the military court, so they remained silent.
This silence made Bederman feel even more humiliated. He threw away the video game controller, stood up and roared at everyone, "Don't you understand? Psychological analysis, criminal history research, combat strength assessment, all of that is bullshit! It's all f * cking shit! "
"We know that guy has the glory of the Charter on him. That omnipotent broken computer is on his side. We even know how they work, but what's the use of that? There is only one key point to solve this problem! "
"Authority! Authority! And it was still authority! If we don't strip him of his authority, no one can do anything to that damned rat! "
Bederman's cheeks were flushed red. Like an actor in an emotional theater, he shook all the joints in his body in an exaggerated manner. Blue veins popped out on his neck, which was white due to the lack of sunlight.
The people in the room were still silent. They knew that Bederman was right, but no one could strip Xu Le of the first-order authority. No, it was even more inexplicable than the first-order authority.
Although this special department named "Small Eyes" had the highest authority of Mr. President and could even directly deploy combat troops, it was impossible for them to rush into the Bureau of Proclamation building and blow up the Federal Central Computer. In fact, they didn't even dare to think about it.
"Let's give up our illusions and face reality, everyone."
The senior official looked at Bederman and sighed. He pointed to the information on the light screen and said, "According to the analysis of the combat data that Xu Le has participated in, as well as the assassination in the military court, we can clearly judge that before he carries out any seemingly risky action, he will make ample preparations in terms of equipment and mental strength."
He shrugged and said, "It takes time to arrange equipment, obtain relevant information, and formulate a target. I believe that Xu Le will enter a long period of silence, which also means that we can take a rest, take a bath, or something. This is probably the only good news we have today."
There was a series of chair legs moving and a series of tired yawns in the room. The official finally added, "According to the instructions of the superiors, what happened in the military court today must be kept absolutely confidential."
A member replied sarcastically, "Being locked in this building every day, there is no way to sell the news to the reporters."
These experts began to stretch their waists, and some directly went back to the living area to take a bath and have a meal. At this time, the door painted with the pattern of small eyes with red pupils was pushed open, and several soldiers walked in with serious expressions.
Bederman was picking up the game controller again with a gloomy expression, but was shocked to hear the task given to him by these soldiers. He stood up angrily, looked at the senior official, and protested, "Looking at the picture consumes too much of my mental strength. Maybe I will live ten years less!"
The official calmly said, "This is the price you promised to pay when you strongly requested to go to the military court."
Bederman was stunned. He stuck out his red tongue and licked his lips. The thirty-year-old him smiled innocently and evilly like a child. He said in a sharp voice, "If I can really kill that guy, it is worth it to lose ten years of my life."
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Hidden behind a chaotic vegetable market somewhere in the capital special district, there was a black market that sold wild meat. This black market, through certain connections, accepted the dead wild animals from the private hunting grounds of the big shots in the suburbs, and then cut them up and sold them here. Although the HTD Bureau was well aware of this, because of certain reasons, they kept silent.
At this time, it was already late at night, and the small amount of wild meat was sold out in the evening, so compared to the vegetable market in front of it, it was particularly quiet. In the corner of the underground sewer, a metal valve suddenly began to silently turn, and a head quietly appeared.
The surveillance camera here had long been removed because the owner was worried that it would be recorded as illegal evidence, so no one could see this somewhat strange scene.
After a simple dressing in the warm nest with a freezer and a TV deep in the underground tunnel, Xu Le changed into a clean and fresh set of clothes and returned to the surface.
Passing through the underground passage where a fierce battle had occurred a few days ago, he looked at the small department store in the foothill on the sloping stone path. After hesitating for a moment, he gave up the original plan, worried that the government's investigation would cause trouble for Boss Xiaoshan.
In a shop on the street, he bought a phone that was neither cheap nor expensive, and then dialed a number.
On the third floor of the presidential residence, the phone beside Miss Padele's pillow rang. Now that it was difficult to fall asleep with the big stuffed bear in her arms, she slowly turned her head and looked nervously for a long time before answering the call. She said one word in a thin and trembling voice.
"Hello?"
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"Miss Padele, your father is holding a very important meeting, and it is not convenient to disturb him at this time. You know, Mr. President needs to work for the benefit of many, many people, right? "
Outside the retro door of the Oval Office, a Special Task Force agent in a black suit politely but firmly stopped Miss Padele's request to enter.
Padele was wearing a nightgown, barefoot, and her right hand hanging by her waist tightly holding the phone. She stared at the agent, and it seemed that she had no intention of giving up.
"Take the miss back to sleep! How do you do your job! " The agent stared gloomily at the waitress who followed the miss nervously and reprimanded in a low voice.
Padele suddenly took a deep breath, then squatted down slightly and screamed loudly with no expression on her face.
The girl's sharp scream echoed in the official residence, and the agents and waiters suddenly panicked, not knowing how to deal with it. The entire Federation knew that the first daughter had suffered from autism when she was a child, and her condition had only improved in the past two years. The staff in the official residence had always been very protective of her.
The heavy door of the office opened, and President Pabre at the end of the round table stood up with a smile and said to the government ministers at the table, "It seems that the emergency meeting must be suspended. It seems that our little fish has more urgent problems than the Federation's affairs that need me to solve."
There was a burst of understanding or appropriate laughter from the big shots at the round table.
"Dear little fish, why aren't you sleeping at this late hour? Is there something important?" The corners of President Pabre's eyes clearly showed fatigue, but he still squatted to ensure that he was at the same height as his daughter and asked gently.
"It's Xu Le's call."
Padele handed the phone to her father. Because of nervousness, it was very wet.
Everyone knew the situation of the first daughter of the Federation. Although her condition was gradually improving, she basically didn't speak in front of outsiders. At this time, the five words she said were so clear that it was shocking. However … what was even more shocking was the content of her words.
The people in the Oval Office stood up in shock. The security department quickly responded, and the intelligence team immediately began to track the source of the signal.
Hearing his daughter's words, President Pabre's body stiffened slightly, but he still looked at her and smiled. Then he slowly straightened up, put the phone to his lips, and said, "Colonel Xu Le, I don't appreciate your actions."
The person on the other end of the phone should understand where Mr. President's anger came from. It wasn't about Colonel Lake's death, but because this call affected his sick daughter.
Xu Le's tired voice came from the other end of the phone. "I'm sorry, Mr. President. This is the only way I can find you."
President Pabre waved his hand and signaled for the agent to take his daughter away. The retro door quickly closed, covering Padele's delicate and pretty little face.
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At this moment.
The government officials stood nervously around the round table in astonishment.
Cui Judong was deep in the Bureau of Proclamation, staring at the light screen on which the data was constantly flowing.
Lee Jae-do was in his office with his deep-set eyes closed, thinking about an important problem.
President Pabre clenched his daughter's phone, his knuckles protruding angrily.
The intelligence team made a signal connection. Xu Le's voice began to echo in the Oval Office, which represented the power of the Federation. It echoed in the ears of these big shots who controlled the fate of the Federation. These words were also said to those who weren't present.
"The old man once said that some people will always be swept into the dustbin of history. Shi Qinghai said that garbage doesn't walk into the dustbin by itself, and we need to sweep it. Now I agree with the latter. "
"Mr. President, I think many of the things you've said before are very reasonable. In fact, when it comes to debating and persuading people, no one in the entire Federation can do better than you. So today, I'm not calling to debate with you, but to inform you of something."
After a very short pause, the voice sounded again in the office. "I don't know why I'm fighting, but I've already started my battle."
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In the city under the night sky, Xu Le looked at the majestic and magnificent Parliament Hill not far away. He narrowed his eyes, hung up the phone in his hand, crushed it into a ball of scrap iron, and threw it into the dustbin beside him.
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