Passion and hot-bloodedness collided. When the youngest lieutenant general of the Galactic Alliance in his previous life arrived on this continent where martial arts were respected, he brought with him an enormous amount of martial arts memories. He was destined to bring unprecedented changes to this continent. Passion, friendship, love, and the most brilliant hot-blooded path of cultivation. Book ID: 1798557, author Zhang Danian.)
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Running non-stop on the long train track, the cool autumn night wind whistled against his face. Although the train ahead had already slowed down, the air flowing out of the carriage at high speed made the night wind even more devastating and unpredictable.
With a bang, Xu Le used his uninjured hand to valiantly grab a protrusion. The heat in his body erupted like a star exploding. In an instant, he climbed up, adjusted his posture in the strong wind, and fell heavily onto the top of the carriage. However, he cleverly used the strong wind on the top of the carriage to slow down his speed, making only a slight sound.
He took out a military strap from his backpack, passed it through the maintenance hole on the top of the high-speed train, and then wrapped it tightly around his waist. After repeating this three times, his body that was dangerously sliding on the smooth top of the carriage was finally fixed. Xu Le's nerves suddenly relaxed, and his muscles relaxed as he lay flat. He squeezed out a sigh from his burning lungs, and then was quickly blown away without a trace by the night wind whistling from the bottom of his feet.
If his body was in perfect condition, it wouldn't be difficult for Xu Le to complete the action of climbing the high-speed train to fix his body. However, his injuries were very serious, especially since he had lost a lot of blood and hadn't been able to replenish it. Whether it was his spirit or his physical strength, they were both at their lowest point.
Fortunately, he had come up and was about to leave. Contrary to the logical calculations and intuition of President Pabre and all the powerful organizations of the Federation government, he silently lay flat on the top of the whistling and cold high-speed train on this autumn night, enduring the torment of his gunshot wound, and left the capital special district for the largest city in the Federation.
The Trinity Association had become an extremely powerful organization in the small pub on the street. Shi Qinghai had killed Byron and Mace in the Parliament Hill, and Senator Paulsen, who had been shot by Xu Le, wasn't a member of the Association at all. The other important member of the Association, General Hu Zhu, was currently recuperating in the garrison area of Harbor City.
He took the high-speed train to Harbor City just to kill people.
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The metropolis in front of them that looked like a deformed giant beast waking up in the morning fog was the largest and most prosperous port city in the Federation. Xu Le stood next to the highway and looked over there. Feeling the slight warmth from the soles of his shoes, he could not help but shake his head with a bitter smile. As expected of the most luxurious place in the entire capital ring. Autumn had just arrived, and the municipal road management department had already started to speed up the heating equipment under the cement layer, not caring about the redundant consumption at all.
Xu Le was no stranger to this city, which was far larger than the capital. Back when he was developing the MX mecha at the Nutshell Engineering Department, he would take the high-speed rail from the capital to Hong Kong every weekend. He had passed by this city countless times, but strangely, he could not find any sense of familiarity or closeness.
About a hundred kilometers away from Hong Kong, he took the opportunity when the high-speed train was decelerating through the filtering channel to jump off. It was not that he did not think of slamming on the brakes like Lin Banshan and Zhang Xiaohua did in the past, but that would appear too arrogant. He was here to kill people, so he naturally needed to be more low-key than low-key.
Standing by the side of the road, Xu Le stretched out his right hand and made a hitchhiking gesture. Because there weren't many cars in the morning, a kind-hearted female driver stopped beside him after more than ten minutes. In the following conversation, the female driver, who was already over 40 years old, frankly admitted that it was purely because she couldn't bear to hurt Xu Le's smile under the shadow of the hat, so she stepped on the brakes.
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Four hours later, a young man wearing a hooded sports coat and carrying a heavy backpack walked out of the garden-style sanatorium in the garrison area of Port City. Because the brim of the hood was too low, no one noticed that his face was unusually pale.
He bought a phone that was neither cheap nor expensive from the military service center opposite the sanatorium. The young man quickly and inconspicuously turned into a side alley. For some reason, his legs were trembling violently.
The end of the alley was still an alley. The slightly polluted air was particularly difficult to breathe under the midday sun. Xu Le panted rapidly as he walked into the shadows, looking for the nearest sewer system valve cover. He could no longer control the ruptured wound. Blood quickly seeped out along his arm and dripped down from his sleeve.
His legs were the same. Who knew how many gunshot wounds began to bleed after he lost control of his muscles. Every step he took toward the end of the alley left a clear blood footprint on the ground.
It was not until his figure disappeared into the shadows and the blood stopped dripping in front of a slowly rotating underground sewer door that an extremely sharp alarm suddenly rang out in the Port City Garrison Recuperation Center, mixed with the unique screams of a woman.
The interior of the sanatorium occupied the second floor of the building with the best view. From the balcony, one could clearly see the gorgeous garden below. In Hong Kong City, where air pollution and economic power were both the best in the Federation, this huge garden undoubtedly represented absolute power and luxury.
General Hu Zhu, who had just been relieved of his position as the deputy commander of the 2nd Military Region and was preparing to receive more important orders from the president, loved this garden the most while he was recuperating in Hong Kong City.
The general had been in the military for many years. He was no longer the smart and weak military officer of the Trinity Alliance. The blazing midday sun never disturbed him as he admired the elegance of the garden on the balcony. In fact, he felt that such a gorgeous garden needed the most beautiful sunlight to set off its brilliance. Just like how he, under the brilliance of the president and the president, would definitely blossom into the most dazzling brilliance in his life in the future.
This afternoon, a young, beautiful, and gentle waitress came into the room with a smile on her face. Just as she was about to bring the exquisite food and drinks to the balcony, she found that the general had fallen asleep, which was very rare.
Amidst the beautiful sunlight and the garden, General Hu Zhu seemed to be sleeping soundly. His eyes were extremely wide open, filled with anger and shock. The delicate bloody hole left by the sharp military spike on his throat had completely destroyed his life, just before he was about to blossom into the most beautiful light.
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The underground sewer of Hong Kong City was filled with a stench that was even worse than that of the capital special district. However, Xu Le, who was walking slowly in the darkness, didn't seem to smell it at all. When he passed by a corner with good signal, he picked up the phone and dialed the number of a certain girl again.
Almost immediately after, the deep and charming voice of the president sounded from the other side of the phone.
Until this moment, Xu Le still felt that this voice was indeed convincing. After a moment of silence with mixed emotions, he said in a low voice:
"Byron is dead, Matt is dead, Lake is dead, Paulsen is dead, and just now, General Hu Zhu is also dead."
"Mr. President, guess who will be the next one?"
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