Through the oldest lines that could only be found in history museums and elementary school science and technology groups, the signals traveled from all directions of the capital to the interior of the building painted with the red eye pattern, turning into countless continuous and deafening ringtones. Twenty young and beautiful operators transferred by the Federation Communications Agency from various subsidiaries quickly listened to the summary of information from all sides, then handwritten on expensive fiber paper, and sent it up to the second floor by the professional courier waiting at the door at the fastest speed.
The small eyes department responsible for the operation to kill Xu Le had the command of most of the operations forces in the capital special district at the moment. The information from the hospital building was first summarized and calculated by them, and then the information was passed to the highest level within the government. From these details, it was clear that the Federation government had indeed made a lot of targeted arrangements in order to eliminate Xu Le.
A few minutes later, in the underground command hall of the president's official residence, a lieutenant colonel with a microphone turned to the president, who was handling the daily affairs of the Federation at the table, and said, "Xu Le is seriously injured."
The ink pen in President Pabre's hand paused slightly, and he looked up calmly and said, "That's good news. What's the plan for the next step?"
"He has already escaped the hospital building." The lieutenant colonel quickly reported to the president and several big shots in the room, "Small Eyes is calculating and reasoning about the possible direction he could have escaped."
President Pabre did not have any reaction, and his eyes were slightly lowered as he continued to quickly review the electronic documents in front of him. After the incident in the hospital building, the president's official residence was informed of the news immediately. Under the strong request of the Special Task Force, he was moved from the surface to the heavily guarded underground, but these government affairs that required his attention had to continue to be handled.
The president did not like Senator Paulsen, and the death of this political opportunist without a firm will did not have any psychological impact on him. In fact, when the small eyes department targeted the hospital building, it was obvious that the safety of the senator was not the top priority. It was just that no one expected that Xu Le would be able to successfully escape after they had forced him into a desperate situation.
"Although he is heavily injured, he will not choose to give up or run away."
The digital pen in the President's hand froze again. He slowly raised his head and looked at the Lieutenant Colonel and the silent cabinet members around the table. His voice was low and powerful. "With Xu Le's personality, he won't stop fighting as long as he doesn't die."
A moment later, a complicated smile appeared on that dark face. President Pabre said with a faint self-deprecating tone, "We are people with similar personalities. If I had his ability, perhaps I would do the same."
The command office deep underground could withstand the direct attack of a battleship's main cannon, so one could only imagine how deep it was. The pressure of the surrounding crust seemed to seep out from behind the walls at this moment, causing the density of the air to suddenly increase, making it difficult for people to breathe. Furthermore, the people in the room did not know how to respond to Mr. President's exclamation, so it was dead silent. Only the ventilation equipment at the end of the passage and the people's lungs kept emitting low muffled sounds.
"Xu Le now needs a relatively quiet and safe space to carry out the initial treatment. At the very least, he needs to stop the bleeding. Just as Mr. President has judged, he will not leave the capital, so he can only return to the underground sewers."
General Lee Jae-do broke the dead silence in the room. He looked at the people with a smile and said, "After these days of technical preparation and remote sensing scanning, we have already grasped the entrances to the underground sewers within 15 kilometers of the hospital. One of the two special forces under the command of Small Eyes has successfully injured Xu Le in the hospital building, and the other is now waiting for him underground."
After the government cabinet members in the room heard Lee Jae-do's words, their expressions immediately relaxed. They believed that since the leader of the Federal military had made such ample preparations, he would definitely not let Xu Le escape again.
President Pabre's broad palm tightly held the electronic ink pen. He was not as relaxed and happy as the others. His two straight eyebrows, darker than his dark skin, slightly furrowed.
Lee Jae-do knew where the president's real concern was. He turned around, lowered his head, and whispered in his ear, "There will be a result soon. Please rest assured."
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The left side of his chest was in pain. There were signs of two cracked ribs. This was especially true for the cracked ribs he had been hit in the military court yesterday afternoon. Because of the fierce battle, there was an even more serious problem. The elite troops of the Federation in the hospital building were indeed powerful. From the bullet points that were concentrated on the left side of his chest, it was clear that the special forces were strong.
Under the cover of the night, Xu Le's half squatted body moved quickly toward the southwest corner of the capital, brushing against the shadows of the buildings. In the follow-up battle after rushing out of the hospital building, two more pieces of shrapnel shot into the muscles outside the bulletproof vest. Fortunately, they did not damage the periosteum.
The most serious injury was on his wrist. At that time, he was falling at a high speed under the daylight created by the searchlights. In order to forcibly reverse the speed, his palm grabbed onto the windowsill where Qiu Ju was placed. For an instant, he endured an extremely huge impact. Even with his strong and special muscle double-fiber structure, a lot of it was torn. Before the injury healed, he would not be able to exert any strength.
The small blue device in his military backpack had been working the entire time. Occasionally, the Federal Central Computer would give him directions in extremely dangerous situations. Just like that, he went all the way west, then turned south in an alley and came to the side of an abandoned road.
Although it was an abandoned road, it was still very lively at night. Countless expensive sports cars and modified special vehicles were roaring around the shabby little house at the foot of the hill. There were no street lights here, but the headlights were enough to illuminate the place as if it was daytime, just like the searchlights outside the hospital building.
Gorgeous women were wearing very little clothes, showing their exaggerated curves to their heart's content, regardless of the cold autumn wind, releasing the excitement brought by alcohol and soft drugs. Countless men and women were hugging each other, roaring and screaming excitedly.
A few years ago, Li Xiaotong brought Xu Le here. This was the most famous black car racing venue in the Federation. It was started by Lin Banshan's strong means, and later on, it changed hands many times, but its fame and scale continued to this day.
Every night, people would come here to seek the thrill of speed and even the excitement of life and death, as if they did not live in the real world. In their eyes, there was no battle with the Empire, no political conspiracy about the Ancient Clock Ship, only the women, the speed of drugs, and the infinite pleasure brought by death.
Xu Le squatted in the dark grass of the hillside, silently squinting at the bizarre scene. The previous race had just ended. The driver who had won first place had won a large sum of money and a few beautiful women with flirtatious eyes. The driver who had won second place had gotten nothing. He had walked up the hill alone and was beaten up by some people. He had fallen miserably in the yellow mud.
The expensive silver Phantom sports car that attracted the most attention of the audience quietly left like a ghost after its owner's anger calmed down a little. Only a middle-aged man in a black suit, standing under the night sky like an iron spear, still stayed on the hill.
Xu Le stood up from the grass, looking at the departing silver Phantom sports car with a smile, wondering if the guy in the car, who always dressed himself up as a winter plum, was looking at him with a complicated expression through the window at this time.
Walking behind the middle-aged man in a black suit, before Xu Le had time to speak, the man had already noticed his arrival and said in a low voice, "It seems that your injury is really serious."
"Those special forces soldiers should have trained in the Philadelphia Body Training Hall." Xu Le kept a distance of two meters from the man.
The middle-aged man's black suit was very straight, like the cloth wrapped around a hard iron spear. He put down the black leather case in his hand, said "Take care", and then left the dark hillside.
"Sorry to trouble you, Brother Zeng."
Xu Le picked up the heavy black leather case and walked down the hill in another direction.
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Xu Le covered his head with the hood of his windbreaker, walked to a seemingly ordinary gray car, knocked on the window, and said to the man with a swollen nose and swollen face, "Can you take me to a place?"
The man who was wiping his nose frowned and looked at him, but he couldn't see his face clearly. After a moment of silence, he said, "I never accept jobs that are too dangerous."
Xu Le's voice came out from under the shadow of the hood, "I heard that … you are in need of money recently. After losing that round, you owe a big shot a lot of money. If you don't pay it back by tomorrow, you and your family will be in great danger."
The man's eyes flashed with a strong sense of vigilance, staring at Xu Le outside the window and said coldly, "How do you know this?"
"You don't need to care about this, you just need to answer if you want to do it or not," answered Xu Le.
"Do you know how much I owe? One million. "The man frowned and asked.
Xu Le picked up the heavy black leather case in his hand and shook it outside the window.
The man was silent for a long time, one hand holding the steering wheel tightly, the other holding the old-fashioned mechanical gear, as if he could roar and leave at any time, but in the end, a trace of despair flashed across his face. He opened the door and said self-deprecatingly, "It seems that I have to gamble with my life for a job that is worth so much money."
Xu Le opened the door and sat in the back. He took a breath, checked the equipment in his windbreaker, and confirmed that there was no problem with his backpack. He said calmly to the man in front of him, "I don't think I need to gamble with my life. I just want to go somewhere, but I can't be stopped by the military police."
The man was slightly stunned, but then he smiled happily and said, "It seems that your information is very accurate. I may not drive the fastest, but I have never been stopped."
The seemingly normal gray car roared away from the abandoned road that was still bustling with activity and quickly disappeared into the night. The sound of the engine seemed to have become much softer as the surrounding environment changed. The dark night outside the window did not pose too much of a hindrance to Xu Le's vision. He confirmed that he had never been to this road that was hidden between the streets and the market.
After traveling silently for a while in the city, the scenery outside the window gradually became more spacious. Between the shorter and shorter buildings, she could faintly see the corridors of fields and dense forests. They should have reached the suburbs. However, Xu Le had no idea how the man in the front row did it. He drove all the way without being discovered by the military police who set up checkpoints.
All the lights were turned off, and the surroundings were dark. The gray car sped through the fields in the suburbs like a ghost. Xu Le knew how he could see the road clearly. In fact, if not for the precise satellite image just sent by the Federal Central Computer, he wouldn't have been able to discover such a hidden road in the fields and forests.
If he didn't know where he was, then he believed that the Federation government wouldn't know where he was either. Xu Le's nerves, which had been tense for a long time, finally relaxed a little. 60% of his back was comfortably leaning against the seat, but he still maintained the mobility that could jump out of the car at any time or kill the man in front of him.
This was the road arranged by Li Xiaotong. With the ability of the Iron Schemer, it wasn't difficult to make a famous night racer suffer so much that he was willing to do anything for a million dollars.
Li Xiaotong didn't meet with Xu Le, and he didn't even get out of the expensive Silver Ghost. He only asked Brother Zeng to leave him a whole box of cash. He also didn't ask where Xu Le was going after leaving the capital. With regards to these things, the more one knew, the less safe it was, and the less safe it was for Xu Le.
It was said that money was the coldest and most powerful thing in the world, but Xu Le's right hand, which was placed on the black leather case, could clearly feel the warmth coming from inside.
"We're here. This is the place you specified."
The man walked out of the gray car, pulled out a tissue, and stuffed his bleeding nostrils. He looked down at the shielding composite net in front of him, and couldn't help but have a strong question. Why did the man he never had the chance to see clearly come here? There was nothing on the other side of the shielding net, only a long and endless hard railroad track lying quietly.
Xu Le walked out of the car, leaving the black leather case in the back. He narrowed his eyes at the shielding net in front of him, checked his backpack and equipment again, and flipped over with one hand.
The man looked at him curiously, and then suddenly remembered something. He quickly got into the back of the car and opened the black leather case. After seeing the neat and old two million dollars in cash in the case, he couldn't control the surprise and shock in his heart. He subconsciously raised his head and looked at Xu Le, who was standing silently on the side of the railroad track.
After an unknown amount of time, the quiet railroad track began to tremble, and the whistling of the wind began to oppressively sound. Boom, boom, boom, boom. The high-speed train from the capital to Hong Kong roared and rolled over the railroad track at high speed.
The composite shielding net next to the railroad track was shaking, but Xu Le, who was standing on the net, still had his head down and didn't have the slightest expression. When the high-speed train passed by him, he began to run, like a poor young man who was anxious to see his long-distance lover but didn't board the train.
In front of them was the first big turn after the Beijing-Hong Kong high-speed train left the capital. The train began to slow down in the darkness ahead, but the figure chasing the train in the darkness became faster and faster.
The man who stayed in the same place stared over there, faintly seeing the mysterious passenger climb onto the high-speed train. He couldn't help but open his mouth wide and couldn't close it for a long time.
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