Based on a certain calculation method that the current generation of Federation scientists could not fully grasp, the Federation Central Computer would sometimes calculate some vague results. The way the results were described was vague and mysterious, and even the calculation method was self-named by it as cloud or chaos, and other such nonsensical terms.
For example, on a certain night Xu Le had completely forgotten, on the frontline planet in the West Woods, the old guy, who lacked enough information for analysis, once used a similar program to calculate an opinion that was very similar to the Empire's understanding. He believed that it was difficult for him and Jian Shui'er to be together.
At that time, the old guy did not explain, but according to his calculation, Xu Le and Jian Shui'er were very likely to have some kind of blood relationship. This was a probabilistic inference, but it was not just a probabilistic inference. The process was faint and mysterious, like reaching out to pick a white cloud in the blue sky, without leaving a trace.
At this time, in the underground sewers of the capital, the Central Computer of the Federation said that it was going crazy. It was probably an exposition with the flavor of a mysterious prophet. But unfortunately, this spiritual self-analysis that was full of the flavor of life did not attract much attention from Xu Le again, because in the past few years, he had heard the old thing express itself with a strong human flavor many times.
As that great self-consciousness gradually took shape in the core of the Bureau of Proclamation and countless stars, the changes of the Federal Central Computer were natural in his eyes. His strong nerves allowed him to bear and gradually get used to this fact that could change the course of the universe and human life, but also made him subconsciously ignore many details.
This was probably the instinctive choice of low-level naked apes to protect themselves and avoid madness. But many days later, when Xu Le recalled the conversation in the underground sewer, he could not help but feel regret that he missed something.
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An old Empire pirate spaceship, escorted or escorted by two Federation light-feather-class warships, was advancing toward the distant stars.
The pirate spaceship belonged to the Empire's underground resistance organization. Out of some diplomatic etiquette, or simply because of the goodwill of the Federation government, the Federation soldiers did not board the spaceship. But Mr. Mu En still felt very nervous. His slender hand slowly stroked his smooth mink coat, forcibly restraining his gaze from looking to the right front.
On the right front was the monitoring seat of the life-support system of the pirate ship. A thin, even short man was silently staring at the light screen, paying attention to the values displayed on the instrument. This skinny man was wearing a round hat commonly seen in the L Galaxy. It completely covered his messy short hair. Other than that, he looked very ordinary. There was nothing unusual about him.
There were very few people from the Imperial Intelligence Agency on this pirate ship, so few that Mu En found it strange. Apart from His Highness, who was disguised as an ordinary member, there was also a middle-aged man who usually hid in his room and read a book.
In the end, Mu En couldn't help but glance at the skinny man. Looking over his shoulder, he could clearly see the gradually forming star belt outside the window. After passing through that star belt, there would be a large area of low-density space, and then … it would be the cosmic gate leading to the Federation.
The pirate ship would leave the Empire and enter the Federation in a few days. Mu En's right hand subconsciously pulled out a few tufts of hair on his collar. He looked at the skinny man with a pale face. He couldn't understand what kind of reason could make this incomparably noble Highness, who was more important to the Empire than all the fallen galaxies combined … take the risk to enter the Federation.
After losing his courage on Planet Mo Hua, Mu En no longer dared to resist. He could only think in vain and in pain. He couldn't understand. Even if His Highness was the most powerful and glorious existence in the universe after Li Pifu's death, what could she do in the face of the Federation, which was more powerful than the Empire?
Huai Caoshi finished cleaning up the redundant data of the life support system. She raised her head and calmly looked at the stars outside the window. Looking at the faintly visible spatial gate in the distance, she slowly raised her right hand and tidied up a strand of purple hair under the brim of her hat.
She had once been to the Federation and witnessed the explosion of the ancient bell. Then, she met a very interesting and hateful man from the Federation. Then, she brushed past him and missed him.
After receiving the news that the man was preparing to marry his half-sister, whom he had never met before, Huai Caoshi immediately activated the plan that the intelligence bureau had been preparing for a long time to infiltrate the Federation. She didn't hesitate to hide it from Planet Tianjing and was indifferent to the terrifying dangers that might exist, as well as the anger of her father, because she didn't want to make mistakes again and again.
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Xu Le lay on the bed with his hands behind his head. He looked at the wall that seemed like it could drip water at any time and said, "I didn't ask you to help me kill people. Whether it was the crack below the court or the full view of the court, they were all provided by you. Therefore, I don't think that your core program will have more intense conflicts than before. Naturally, you won't go crazy. "
After a moment of silence, the Federal Central Computer said, "But you always use your own death to threaten me to help you. For example, on the lawn, you shouted to the sky that you were going to die. What can I do?"
During the battles over the past few days, Xu Le had clearly noticed that under what circumstances, the old man would temporarily adjust his authority or core program's priority level. When he was killing people easily, the old man would usually remain silent. Only when he was in a desperate situation or when he was escaping after a battle, would he appear in his mind again.
Xu Le began to consciously put himself in desperate situations where he was on the verge of death. For example, during the battle outside the court, he directly charged into the encirclement of the Iron Seventh Division's T Company, instead of choosing a seemingly safer, but actually more dangerous, method.
In fact, the Federal Central Computer was very clear about his strategy, but because of the damned backdoor program left by the five-man team, he could only helplessly and passively cooperate. Of course, perhaps helplessness was just to deceive himself, so that the pain caused by the core program's struggle wouldn't be so deep.
"Can you help me? You have to know that I'm fighting against the entire Federation. Who has ever done this before? The old man of the Li family only fought fiercely against the Empire. Uncle is used to changing places after every shot. If you don't help me, I'll definitely be dead. "
Xu Le comforted it, then took out a 37 brand cigarette from somewhere and smoked happily. The ventilation system not far from here could make the residual smoke fade to the extent that the relevant equipment couldn't track it in a few minutes.
"I violated the first and second core laws. This is very scary."
The Federal Central Computer's voice was very calm, but Xu Le felt like the despair and regret of a teenager who smashed the window of his teacher's house, only to be seen by the principal, and the principal was his strict father.
He narrowed his eyes and held the cigarette in his mouth. After a moment of silence, he said, "I didn't kill anyone with your direct help. You know very well that none of the soldiers outside the court died."
"Should I say thank you for your understanding?"
The old thing said mockingly, and then its mood suddenly sank. "The core told me not to hurt people, and not to stand by and watch people get hurt. I should obey the order corresponding to the level of authority, but I can't violate the previous rule … After all, those soldiers were hurt by you."
"What about the people who were hurt by them?" Xu Le narrowed his eyes, looked at the faint smoke in the darkness, and said softly, "Did you stand by and watch?"
The old thing fell silent, and then chose another topic. "According to my calculations, you chose to shoot the soldiers' shoulder holding the gun, not only because you helped me reduce the conflict between the core programs. At that time, the situation was critical, and you had four bullet points on you. My question is, if you chose to eliminate the enemy instead of killing them, you could reduce the number of bullet points by two. Why? "
The order of the question was a bit messy, but Xu Le heard it very clearly. He took the cigarette from his mouth, gently rubbed the inferior carbon filter unique to 37 brand cigarettes, and explained in a low voice, "There are many things I don't understand, but at least I understand one thing. I don't have the qualifications to occupy the moral high ground to demand from others, so I can only satisfy my own moral values. No, I can't even talk about moral values … Tonight, we won't talk about morality, only peace of mind."
"You know that I'm a selfish person. This battle is just for simple revenge. If you want peace of mind and satisfaction, then it's best that the people who have nothing to do with this don't die."
Xu Le crushed the cigarette on the wet wall, and then put it into a tank of dirty water. He got up and began to organize his equipment, saying, "Of course, those who deserve to die must die."
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According to the old guy, Schiller was a pseudonym. It was the bad taste of someone in the five-person team back then, and it seemed to be related to the confidentiality of information before the Great Catastrophe. However, for the people of the Federation and a certain neurotic researcher in the Empire, Schiller was without a doubt the most incredible monument in the history of literature. Countless profound meanings were found in the vast works he left behind, and some of the classic sentences in them had already become Federation proverbs.
Xu Le had a deep memory of a sentence that appeared many times in Schiller's works. It was a sentence that was related to the production of war drums and morale. Since the battle was fought, the morale was high. If the battle was repeated, it was very likely that the spirit would be exhausted, and the battle would be lost.
Yesterday, he killed Colonel Lake in the twilight, and this morning, Councilman Jin Qiude died. The needle of time had just turned a circle. He did not want to leave too much time for the big shots of the Federation government to be shocked. He was ready to eliminate the third target that he had planned.
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Councilman Paulsen did not know that he was someone's third target. He had been receiving treatment in the hospital for the past few days after receiving a serious gunshot wound on Parliament Hill.
He had transformed from a senior director of Sheng Gao Investment Company to the Deputy Minister of Finance of the former government. After becoming a councilman, he did not hesitate to break away from the control of that detestable old man and stood in the shadow behind Mr. President. It had to be admitted that this councilman had political acumen and courage that ordinary people could not reach. What supported these were his incomparable fanatical pursuit of power.
Although his gunshot wound had mostly healed, Councilman Paulsen was not in a hurry to return to Parliament Hill to enjoy the taste of power that belonged to him. Every time he thought of the handsome man who held the Magna Carta and read out the arrest rights of citizens, he would feel cold all over and began to fear Parliament Hill.
However, there had been a lot of bad news in the past few days. The sudden increase of security in the hospital also made him feel some kind of ominous omen. He decided not to waste any more time in the hospital. He had to leave tomorrow.
On the night when the councilman made this difficult decision, the sturdy door of the luxurious ward was directly blasted open by a huge force. Debris flew in all directions, cutting the TV screen and flowers into pieces that were unbearable to look at.
Councilman Paulsen's pupils contracted. He stared at the man who broke into the ward and was covered in blood. He stared at the face under the shadow of the hat. He wanted to ask who the other party was, but he desperately recognized who it was.
Blood dripped from his sleeves to the ground. He looked at the councilman on the bed and asked with a smile, "Paulsen?"
Perhaps it was the smile and neat white teeth that gave people a very reliable feeling. Councilman Paulsen subconsciously nodded.
He raised his bleeding right hand and pulled the warm trigger, opening a delicate bloody hole between the councilman's eyebrows.
That day in Magna Carta Square, Shi Qinghai called and said that he had shot Paulsen twice. Tonight, Xu Le would be the third and last shot.
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