The Empire's resistance group had ended their visit in the West Woods. The negotiations for assistance were also in progress. However, for some reason, the group did not intend to leave immediately. They remained in the room on the top floor of the Golden Star Hotel.
Huai Caoshi frowned slightly as he looked at the TV screen. He was not used to those soft erotic advertisements. If these advertisements appeared on the Empire's TV screen, the owner of the TV station would definitely be invited to tea by the Empire's Anti-Corruption Bureau the next day. The images of the battlefield shown on the news made him feel a little incredulous. Which TV station in the Empire dared to broadcast such content when it involved military secrets? Were the people involved not worried about being locked up in the interrogation center of the Intelligence Bureau?
The images of the Federation's elections and sporadic reports of demonstrations were very unfamiliar to this princess of the Empire. Previously, the pro- Federation TV station in the West Woods actually reported that the commander of the 4th Military Region's rapid response brigade was stripped of his military position because he disobeyed the orders of his superiors. This made it even more difficult for her to get used to.
"According to what you said, this means that the Zhong family's old house is falling further. That extremely stupid Zhong Ziqi in the intelligence report is starting to take control of the situation?" She looked back at Mu En coldly and asked.
Mu En said, "Even if Zhong Ziqi is in power, he's just a puppet. The one who really controls the situation in the West Woods should be that Mr. President."
Huai Caoshi was silent for a moment. He remembered the news he saw when he just landed in the Sunset State, the news that Xu Le was wanted. For some reason, a dangerous and angry flame began to jump in his eyes. He stared at Mu En expressionlessly and said in a deep voice, "What is the Federation's response to our request?"
After the negotiations between the two sides ended, the Empire's resistance group suddenly proposed to the Federation that they wanted to visit the capital ring to promote understanding and communication between the people of both sides. This seemed to be a beautiful and reasonable proposal, but it puzzled the Federation government.
"The other side is still considering and did not give a definite answer," Mu En replied in a low voice.
"Tell them that you requested to meet with Colonel Xu Le. Tell them that you only trust him, and that all cooperation will only be effective if Colonel Xu Le personally guarantees it," Huai Caoshi ordered.
Mu En raised his head in shock, looked at him and said, "Xu Le is wanted by the Federation government. How could they agree to this request?"
"I don't care." Huai Caoshi stared dangerously into his eyes and said coldly, "Take out your toughest attitude. You must achieve your goal."
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In a certain base in the garrison area of Port City, the new MX mechas that had been transported in by multi-axle trucks began to inject energy. The soft electronic sound of the mecha self-checks converged in one place, clearly transmitted to the side of the road outside the base.
Four big bowls of white rice, a jin of red braised meat, and a bottle of bright red old chili oil. Madman Li, who had an astonishing appetite, was eating in a small roadside restaurant. Although the red chili oil rice here was not as authentic as the one in Weight2 District, it could relieve some of his grief. Then, his ears that were many times more sensitive than the average person's clearly captured the familiar sound of the mecha self-checks.
His delicate eyebrows that were brimming with vitality slowly furrowed, once again beginning to exude a certain aura called ruthlessness. According to the intelligence he had obtained from the West Woods compound, because of Xu Le's extremely strange high level authority, the Federation rarely used heavy weapons in the process of pursuing him, such as mechas or even missile arrays. The Federation was worried that these high-precision heavy weapons that required a high degree of automation would instead be captured by Xu Le's strange authority in battle. Then, what did the mecha self-checks in the base at this moment mean?
Could it be that Du Shaoqing and his Iron Seventh Division already had the confidence to challenge Xu Le's authority? Li Feng pulled out two pieces of tissue paper, wiped his mouth haphazardly, and stood up.
Following his movements, the soldiers around the small restaurant responsible for monitoring him also stood up nervously. One of the captains advised, "Colonel, please …"
Before he could finish, the captain's body was directly sent flying, heavily smashing into the old wall of the small restaurant. Immediately after, the wind from the fist swept through the restaurant, the sound of tables and chairs shattering rang out one after another. In an instant, several of the soldiers closest to Li Feng were knocked unconscious on the ground.
When the dust settled, the Federation soldiers inside and outside the restaurant could no longer find Li Feng's figure. On the only undamaged table were four oily dishes, a small bowl of leftover soup, and a few banknotes.
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The president came and left. Nominally, it was to build momentum for the election, but in reality, in the one day and one night in Harbor City, he only attended a small banquet.
From Harbor City to the capital, President Pabre chose to take the high-speed rail. Although the speed was slower, it was safer, and he could directly work in the high-speed rail box. For the Special Task Force and the small eyes unit, the most important reason for choosing the high-speed rail was that if the president was attacked, at least there would be a chance to evacuate.
The president's transportation route and itinerary had always been closely guarded, but it was not too difficult for someone to obtain the most accurate time.
Wearing a dark sports windbreaker and carrying a heavy travel backpack, Xu Le walked into the familiar industrial park in the early hours of the morning. However, because he chose to go through the underground passage, he could not see the familiar giant factory buildings and busy freight trains shuttling back and forth.
With his rich combat experience, he did not choose to launch a surprise attack when the president was in Harbor City, because he believed that even an idiot like Lin Daohai could clearly smell the scent of a trap from the sudden arrangement of the official residence in Harbor City. Not to mention, there was a huge shadow of danger floating in his heart.
He rested quietly in the underground passage for a few days. Using the medicine and first aid kits that he stole or robbed from the 13 high-level communities, he fully treated the injuries on his body. His physical condition was greatly improved, and his mental state was also adjusted to the best state.
Passing through the deep and long passage, he pushed open the door above his head and saw the MXT Mech with a metallic luster. It stood calmly in front of the warehouse, as if it had been waiting for him.
"Philip."
"…"
"Philip."
"Yes."
"Old Fei, thank you for helping me to change those damn data."
In the dark and stuffy cockpit, Xu Le calmly looked at the data of the Mech's self-check. Although he believed that Shang Qiu had already made the most perfect preparations before leaving Little White Flower for him, as a true ace pilot, he was used to controlling the Mech himself before a battle.
In order to counter Xu Le's ability, the Federal military had already started a temporary plan. The Mech Heat Start Band Monitoring Devices in various places had been monitoring at the highest frequency. If it was not for the Federal Central Computer helping Xu Le to change the relevant data, the moment he activated the Mech, he would have been discovered by the other party.
"You're welcome." After a moment of silence, the old man replied with a smile, "Serving you is my hobby."
He did not know when it started, but the old man's voice in Xu Le's mind had become a little strange. Sometimes it was cold and mechanical, and sometimes it was lively and lively. Moreover, the time between the two responses was getting longer and longer. It felt like a human wanting to say something but stopping.
Facing the most important and dangerous battle of his life, Xu Le did not notice these easily overlooked details. He slowly stroked the black leather case, feeling the warmth from Zou Yu from afar. He smiled slightly and began to install the simulation system that Jian Shui'er had given him years ago.
"Fei, if you were willing to obey me earlier, like today, who in the Federation would be a match for the two of us?"
When faced with a really big situation, Xu Le would always become calmer and calmer. Then, he would return to his ridiculous and mocking self from when he was an orphan in Donglin. He would say, "I really don't know what you were doing earlier. Why did you have to create so many problems? You made me so battered."
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Xu Le's complaints were actually very reasonable. If the Federal Central Computer had been like it was now from the beginning, giving up the constraints brought by the Three Laws of Core Programming and ignoring the privacy regulations, presenting all the details of the Federation before his eyes, and even helping him to calculate the most reasonable battle strategy, perhaps this battle between an individual and the Federation would have ended with Xu Le's victory long ago. This was because the current so-called Federation was only the government, while The Glory Of The Charter was everything.
In the morning light, a little white flower stained with dew left the Shell Motor Corporation Engineering Dept.. A heavy crane worker later recalled that he had indeed seen a silver-white military mecha driving at high speed towards the other side of the mountain in the mist. However, at that time, there were no alarms in the industrial park, and no one had noticed this scene.
In a certain mountainous area in the southwest suburbs of the port city, the hard tracks of the first port city high speed rail glimmered below. The silver-white MXT mecha was hidden in the forest high up in the mountains. Occasionally, it would emit a glow, but it was cut into countless shards by the dense autumn leaves, as if it was really dew.
Xu Le looked at the superimposed image of the SCC Global Surveillance System and infrared imaging on the screen. He looked at the tracks at the foot of the mountain and listened to the clear countdown. He silently sighed in his heart. That old bastard Philip's calculation of the time node was indeed extremely accurate.
The president's high-speed train would pass through the tracks at the foot of the mountain in a moment.
In the short but seemingly endless wait, the voice of the Federation's Central Computer, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly rang out in his mind.
"You once asked me what the civilization before the Great Catastrophe was like. In my opinion, that civilization was actually exactly the same as it is now. That world, the world of the Federation, and the world of the Empire, there was no essential difference. For tens of thousands of years, humanity seemed to have not made any progress. "
Suspended in the dim cockpit, Xu Le lowered his head and looked at the control stick in his left hand. His fingers moved at lightning speed on the seventeen taps as he silently listened to the old bastard's voice.
"Even if you killed the president of the Federation, there would be no essential changes to this world. Moreover, according to my calculations, you should be very worried that the Federation would be in turmoil because of the president's death."
Xu Le was silent for a moment before replying, "The old man and the minister both warned me, but I'm really only good at being a cleaner. I'm in charge of destruction, and I believe that the Federation will naturally have people who will be in charge of construction. The more remote the place where that guy died, the easier it will be for the people in charge of construction to clean up the mess. "
He smiled and said, "You once told me that the presidents who were assassinated by the seven families all died of illness in the history books."
The hard tracks at the foot of the mountain began to vibrate at a high frequency. The train was coming.
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