"Mr. President, we just received the news." The staff of the official residence pushed open the door and entered. Looking at President Pabre on the balcony in the morning light with a shocked face, he quickly said, "General Hu Zhu was assassinated in the Harbor City Garrison Sanatorium and has died. According to the speculation, it should be Xu …"
"Can you slow down your information collection a little bit?!"
President Pabre roared and stopped his subordinate's report. His broad shoulders trembled violently because of anger. He suddenly threw the phone in his hand to the wall. The phone broke into three pieces, revealing the miserable pipeline components inside.
The officials in the Oval Office stood up with complicated expressions. The sound outside the door suddenly stopped, and the entire official residence was shrouded in silence.
No one had ever seen the president so furious. Even when Vice President Pabre was killed in Parliament Hill a few months ago, President Pabre's face was only filled with grief, but there was still firmness and confidence in that intense grief. He was definitely not as furious as he was at this moment.
The most loyal subordinates and the most excellent companions were dying one after another. They left one after another in Xu Le's cold-blooded terrorist attack. President Pabre could ignore that Senator Paulsen became a pile of meat under the hospital building, but he couldn't bear the heavy psychological blow that Hu Zhu's death brought to him.
General Hu Zhu was also a member of the tavern back then. In the grand historical mission conceived by the most outstanding minds of the Federation, the general played a very important role and took on more difficult tasks. He was the best candidate in President Pabre's mind to be the commander-in-chief of the frontline troops of the Federation. However, who would have thought that he would quietly die in Harbor City like this?
Lee Jae-do had been dealing with very critical issues in the Bureau of Proclamation for the past few days. No one in the official residence could bear the president's extremely rare angry roar. Even Director Breen didn't dare to come forward to comfort him.
His two thick and powerful hands supported his thick and tired body on the table. His chest heaved up and down quickly. After a while, President Pabl finally calmed down with his strong willpower and self-discipline. With an unstoppable determination in his deep voice, he ordered, "Tell all troops to get ready. I want to visit Harbor City immediately."
The staff in the office were collectively shocked. Knowing that the horrible Colonel Xu Le was in Harbor City, Mr. President insisted on going there in person, which was really incredible.
Director Breen silently looked at the president's back. He understood that the president didn't want Xu Le to have the initiative to choose the battlefield. I don't need to guess who you'll kill next. I'll silently and coldly wait for you to kill me, or wait for you to kill me.
This was not the choice of a calm politician, but this was the fundamental reason why Director Breen and other Federation geniuses like Du Shaoqing chose to follow President Pabre. He quickly walked to the encrypted phone and notified the small-eyed troops, the Army Command Center, the Special Task Force, and the Federation Investigation Bureau in order.
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When President Pabble made a strong decision in the morning light of the capital, it was a sunny day in Port City on the other side of the continent. However, the dark and smelly underground sewer was cold and gloomy. Xu Le, whose clothes were full of blood stains, was holding onto the wet wall and moving forward step by step with great difficulty.
In less than forty-eight hours, he had experienced many different but equally intense battles. The consumption of his mental and physical strength was negligible, but the constant loss of blood and the wounds that were being inflicted had already caused fatigue to fill his limbs and body like lead water, all the way to his brain.
When he hitched a ride into Hong Kong, although he didn't look any different on the surface of his clothes, in fact, he was already seriously injured. The miraculous healing speed he had in the past few years on the battlefield was useless in front of the terrible injuries he had accumulated in the past two days and two nights.
People in this state of health needed medicine and surgery the most. Even if it was just a break of deep sleep, no one would choose to fight again with a seriously injured body. But Xu Le chose to continue.
Because what he needed most now was time. He was able to achieve such a result in the capital special district largely because he had caught the government off guard twice in a row after the military court. When the government was fully mobilized and broke into the hospital building to kill Senator Paulsen, they paid a very heavy price.
The second-level monitoring network of the Federation Investigation Bureau was a system with countless monitoring heads and human data capture programs as the core. Because it required a very complicated and massive amount of calculations, and it had to be done independently of the charter, they had to choose a certain focus.
When everyone thought that Xu Le was still under the capital special district, like an injured lion licking its wounds in the night, preparing for the next attack, he came to Harbor City and then attacked with a speed that was beyond the imagination of the other side.
The price of his body was not small, but the result was very satisfactory. When the delicate bayonet pierced through the throat of General Hu Zhu, the heavily guarded Harbor City Guard District did not have any reaction.
There was a big turning point in the underground sewer system in front of him. Endless dirty domestic wastewater flowed down at high speed, and endless waves hit the filter grid made of composite materials, making a low roar like thunder. The wet space was filled with a nauseating smell, and there were traces of mice and reptiles around, but there was no moss.
This was the No. 1 temporary camp that Xu Le chose. The heavy backpack on his shoulder fell to the ground, and his body fell weakly on the backpack almost at the same time, and he couldn't get up for a long time.
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In the late autumn of the Federation, the President's official residence suddenly announced that President Pabre was going to visit the Harbor City Industrial Park. At the same time, countless agents from all the powerful agencies of the government quietly entered this huge city, and the Harbor City Guard District increased the security level.
For three consecutive nights, accompanied by hundreds of soldiers of the small-eyed combat force with solemn expressions, dozens of heavy trucks with multiple bearings slowly arrived one after another. The gigantic multi-axle trucks that could carry seven hundred tons of goods crushed the cement ground in front of the gate of a certain base in the garrison district into a horrible state.
No one in the base dared to raise any objections, because the serial numbers of these multi-axle trucks were very clear, and they belonged to the Iron Seventh Division, and they carried the Federation's most advanced MX mecha.
From the most luxurious private hospitals of the rich and powerful to the dirtiest illegal clinics in the red-light district, from the large chain medical stores to the adult stores that sold the common anti-inflammatory drug Betaxone on the roadside, they were all under strict surveillance. Countless people worked hard to make sure that someone couldn't get any medicine or medical treatment.
The ordinary goods on the market didn't seem to be affected at all, but outside all the places that sold compressed nutrition bars, there were always some people with different tastes. They didn't expect to be able to stop someone from getting food, they just wanted to make it very difficult for that person to get food.
The resources that the federal government could control were already extremely powerful combat forces. When they were fully mobilized, they instantly released an infinite amount of terrifying power. However, what was strange was that there was suddenly no news of the guy who had triggered all of this.
The Federation's secondary surveillance network that was spread all over Harbor City couldn't find any trace of Xu Le. For several days, they couldn't find any trace of him. He seemed to have disappeared in the sea of people in Harbor City, or disappeared in the extremely complicated underground water system.
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The citizens of Harbor City smelled something strange. On the civilian network, there were already people who began to discuss the strange phenomenon in the city. There were even netizens who took pictures of as many as four hundred black SUVs belonging to the Federation Investigation Bureau entering the city. Some people keenly noticed the pressure that the medical system was under recently.
However, for people who lacked enough information to support them, they could only make intense and lively guesses or debate based on these appearances, but they couldn't touch on the truth of the matter. Even if some people thought of Colonel Xu Le who had disappeared for a long time, they could only sigh with emotion.
The Federation's official news media was still tirelessly reporting on the frontline battle. The fierce battle on Planet Mo Hua, and the victory of the New Seventeenth Division that rushed to the frontline to provide support, these news successfully attracted the attention of most Federation citizens.
Apart from the war, the official news media would occasionally mention the presidential election that was about to begin. However, whether it was from public opinion polls or the great demonstration that shocked the Federation a while ago, it was very easy for people to come to the conclusion that President Pabre would definitely be re-elected. As a result, news of the presidential election had completely lost its previous appeal.
Under the strict control of the Federation government, the execution in the military court, the death of Colonel Lake, the battle in the hospital building, and the fall of Representative Paulsen were all things that no one knew about. As for the number two figure of Green Dragon Mountain, Representative Jin Qiude, who died on Parliament Hill, it was announced that he had passed away due to illness. The Federation government expressed shock and deep condolences. The anti-government forces and the Nanshui leader who didn't need Xu Le to take the blame were very happy to accept this explanation.
The news media controlled by the large families also strangely didn't raise any questions. There wasn't even a single newspaper that mentioned the gunshots in the hospital building. Right now, Xu Le, who was hiding in Hong Kong's underground waterways, also didn't want to tell this news to all of the Federation citizens.
The war on the other side of the universe was still fiercely continuing. The army needed a seemingly stable rear. No one wanted the Federation to fall into chaos. They only wanted to silently and cruelly kill each other in the shadows of the night, but they weren't willing to put on a show for the public to see. The government, Xu Le, the seven great families, and Green Dragon Mountain seemed to have formed a kind of laughable and somewhat sad tacit understanding.
The operation that consumed a huge amount of government resources still continued on Hong Kong's surface. It looked like it would never end. The heavily injured Xu Le was still silently waiting in the dark and stinking underground. It looked like he would never come out. In this strangely calm atmosphere, the people on the surface and underground were competing in patience.
On a certain incomparably ordinary evening, an alarm sounded in a building in the distant capital special district. The Federation Investigation Bureau's secondary surveillance network discovered a suspicious target outside a certain pharmacy in Hong Kong's Shanbao District. The battle abruptly started and then quickly ended.
There was a fresh bloodstain in the underground waterway behind the street, and on the ground further away were cloth shopping bags that had been torn apart by shrapnel. Several bottles of medicine rolled around beside them.
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