The 17th Pier was not a pier, but a famous leisure area in Gang Du. Bars and restaurants were quietly hidden in the complicated streets and alleys. The strange tension in the air of the city these days obviously had no impact on the daily enjoyment of the rich people. It was still an autumn afternoon, but there were already many expensive cars driving into the deep passageway under the careful guidance of the doormen.
With the brim of his hat tightly covering his head, Xu Le walked quickly through the street. He was wearing a sports windbreaker that he had just stolen from a warehouse in a shop. The powerful government agencies that were chasing him probably did not focus their surveillance on these places.
Many years ago, he came to this leisure area called the 17th Pier. He once broke someone's finger in a restaurant. The finger of the director of the Nutshell Engineering Department was as crisp as an iced radish when it was broken. Magnolia killed the first person for Xu Le in the back alley of another pub. The blood that splashed out of the neck of the guy who was either from the government or the Li family was as light as the orange juice in the pub.
Time passed and never came back. Everyone's life had changed so much that even though they were still young, they were already qualified to reminisce about the past like an old man. Xu Le walked past the restaurant and pub with his head slightly lowered. He was a little nostalgic, but he did not go in. Instead, he walked along the slightly sloping ramp to a high-end residential area.
The afternoon sun shone on Mulberry Lake, dispelling the thick fog on the lake in the largest city in the Federation. The sun was reflected into countless golden lights, penetrating the luxurious floor-to-ceiling windows and swaying warmly in the spacious living room.
Xu Le did not know who the owner of this high-end residential area was. He just randomly picked a house and broke in. Of course, that door was not broken. The alloy door with the most advanced composite anti-theft measures was useless in front of his steady fingers and tools.
All hospitals, clinics, and pharmacies in Gang Du were under strict surveillance. There were three thrilling battles, all because of his urgent need for medicine. In this case, he chose another simpler and more direct method, which was to break into people's houses to search for the medicine he needed.
It must be said that Xu Le's luck had always been good. He did not stay in the bedroom for too long before he found what he needed the most. In addition, he also found a lot of compressed nutrition bars and two very professional first aid kits in the storage cabinet. From the number and the details in the room, he roughly guessed that the owner of this high-end residential area should be a senior doctor in a hospital in Gang Du.
He walked out of the restaurant like a wild animal with soft meat on the soles of his feet. He did not make a sound. Looking at the little boy sitting cross-legged under the floor-to-ceiling window, he frowned and subconsciously pushed the sniper rifle into his windbreaker, not wanting to reveal anything.
After entering this high-end residential area, he found that there was a little boy in the room. Before he angrily accused the old man of being lazy, he was somewhat surprised to find that the little boy had been squatting under the floor-to-ceiling window, carefully disassembling something in the golden sunlight, and did not notice his intrusion at all.
He went to the bedroom to search for medicine, and went to the restaurant to search for food. During such a long process, the little boy by the floor-to-ceiling window never got up, nor did he look back. Holding a standard six-star repair knife in his small hand, he was unusually focused on dealing with the things on the ground.
Xu Le, who was about to leave, looked at the little boy's dyed blonde hair under the sun, and his tightly knitted brows gradually relaxed. After hesitating for a moment, he quietly walked forward, wanting to see what actually made the little boy so focused.
The little boy was trying to disassemble an electronic alarm clock. The hard alloy head of the standard six-star repair knife left countless scratches on the inner shell of the clock. It seemed that he had tried many times, but still could not open it.
In the golden sunlight, Xu Le stood behind the little boy and watched him focus. After a long silence, he finally could not help but whisper, "Tilt down sixty degrees and pry up. This is the most shameless patented design of the alarm clock company against people like us. There is no other way but to use force."
Twenty seconds later.
Using a hat to cover his face, Xu Le quickly ran out of the neighborhood. It seemed that the little boy's sharp screams were still echoing in his ears. He felt that he really did not have the face to see anyone, especially not the face to see the old man who kept nagging and mocking him in his mind.
"Can you imagine? In order to prevent people like us from disassembling it, the company that produces the electronic alarm clock actually came up with such a despicable method, and they even have the face to apply for a patent! "
Xu Le, who was walking quickly under the wall, in order to hide his embarrassment, angrily criticized, "I just reminded the little boy of myself many years ago, so I couldn't help but tell him that the only way is to use force."
"But this seriously destroys the fun of the little boy's exploration." The Federal Central Computer quickly retorted in his mind, "I think you have the desire to preach in your bones. If I remember your birthday correctly, according to the old era's constellation classification, you are a Scorpio bastard."
"When I was in the repair shop, the fun was often destroyed by that guy too." Xu Le remembered the disgusting but proud smile of the uncle back then and subconsciously curled his lips and said, "Philip, although it is fighting time now, you have to allow me to have some of my own mental life."
"Although this is my name, I still feel that it is a bit strange to be called this by you. I hope you can continue to call me old man or the great unknown existence."
"Philip."
"…"
"Philip."
"Speak."
"I really miss the life in the Eastwood Mine's operations room."
"En."
"But I can't go back anymore."
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Meeting was not as good as reminiscing. Often, it was because it was difficult to meet again, so the old woman would often think of her first love before her sickbed, that or those young men in white fluttering clothes. Moreover, she would subconsciously refuse to believe that those young men didn't belong to her, only willing to leave behind or fabricate the most beautiful side in her memories.
Just like what was said before, Xu Le was still young, but he began to sigh like an old man about the past. It was because he seemed to vaguely sense a shadow even vaster than the sea of stars slowly and unstoppably drifting over.
Perhaps it was the most helpless failure or the most miserable death.
This familiar yet strange city was full of enemies. If he wanted to tear everything to shreds and obtain the freedom and right to return to the past, it was easier said than done.
But he wasn't afraid. Apart from the sniper rifle in his bosom and the hard military knife by his calf, it was also because he firmly believed that he was never fighting alone.
This universe might not have any reason, but there were old men and many people like the owner of the department store in the foothill who were willing to help him.
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In the face of the strange and tense political atmosphere that was lurking behind the scenes, the big families maintained their silence. The old man in the round hat and the two young successors that he had high hopes for were silently resisting the various bills that the federal government had introduced with the help of public opinion. However, they did not use the vast financial ocean that they controlled to challenge the economic lifeline of the government, which was the most important thing to them.
The madam in the back mountain of Mochou was similarly silent, even appearing to be too reserved. This was because they had enough confidence to face such a situation.
Since the 37th Constitution Era, the leaders of these big families were once most afraid of the military god Li Pifu. Later on, they were most troubled by the existence of Xu Le, but they never feared the Federation government from the bottom of their hearts.
They firmly believed that anyone with ideals and firm goals, even those with ambitions, was not to be feared. So they had to restrain the madness in their hearts. Then they could negotiate.
As a result, they indifferently watched the drama unfold. When the time was right, they might as well provide some convenience for Xu Le, but they definitely wouldn't personally participate. This was the so-called delicate flesh was precious. The Federation's proverb once said that a millionaire with a net worth of tens of millions would never sit under a wall that was about to collapse. And no matter who won between Xu Le and the government, in their eyes, this broken wall was already trembling and in danger.
What about the others?
Madman Li, who was preparing to force a violent and delightful battle with Princess Su Meng, was urgently called back by the Federal military. In the eyes of many people, he was the only one in the entire Federation who could deal with a terrifying figure like Xu Le. However, after the argument between the father and son in the office, General Lee Jae-do realized that he had made a serious mistake. He didn't hesitate to strip his son of all command rights.
Li Feng knew that he had also made a serious mistake. If it weren't for the angry argument, the troops that hunted down and killed Xu Le would have been under his personal command. If that had really happened, this battle might have become very interesting. However, the youngest colonel in the Federation didn't have the shrewdness of a seasoned politician. He was full of anger and sadness, and he couldn't control his emotions at that time.
He didn't join the team that hunted down and killed Xu Le. He couldn't find a suitable wedge point to help that guy. Li Feng was like a strong young tiger, silently following the combat troops that belonged to Small Eyes. He followed the powerful special forces that had undergone special training in Philadelphia, appeared in the capital airport, appeared in the underground passage of the hospital building, and then followed them to Harbor City.
This kind of silent stare gave the two combat units a great deal of psychological pressure. Madman Li's violent and vicious reputation had spread throughout all the military camps since he was twelve years old. The special forces soldiers didn't understand why he was following them silently, and they didn't know when he would violently charge over and tear them all to pieces.
Faced with this silent and terrifying gaze, all the powerful organizations of the Federation couldn't drive away or arrest Li Feng because he wasn't Xu Le. He didn't have any crimes on him. More importantly, he was the grandson of the God of War, the son of Lee Jae-do, and the only heir of the Lees of Philadelphia.
Therefore, the big killing weapon that the Federation government used to deal with Xu Le now became a risk factor that they had to seriously consider. Even with the consent of General Lee Jae-do, the Small Eyes department specially arranged for a very powerful force to be responsible for monitoring his movements.
Madman Li didn't seem to notice. He was still silent, following the crowd, and watching covetously.
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