There was a phrase in the former dynasty that was used to describe people who were full of unyielding spirit and were willing to cross the boundaries of the camp or even the entire world for their friends. That phrase was: the macheteman who dared to pay homage to a traitor.
This was a very ordinary description, but if you carefully tasted it, you would definitely be able to figure out a strong and silent sense of masculinity.
There were many people who dared to be a traitor, but very few people dared to pay homage to a traitor when the overall situation was already decided. This often meant that one needed to stand on the opposite side of morality. Morality was the collective will of social creatures, and it seemed to be so strong and invincible since ancient times, because to defeat it was to defeat one's own heart.
Xu Le was a traitor, but his current identity was even more unacceptable to the Federation than a traitor. He was not dead yet, but he was going to die soon. Tai Zhiyuan came to see him for the last time in prison, which could also be regarded as paying homage to him.
— — The crown prince of the former dynasty had prepared a pot of plain porridge in advance to be the macheteman who paid homage to himself.
To have such a friend in one's life, Xu Le felt that this drama of life was already worth the price of admission. As the saying goes, a handshake in the midst of thousands of people will make my sleeves fragrant for ten years. A bowl of porridge will be cold to the world. How warm will my chest and abdomen be?
Before Tai Zhiyuan left, he said that he would try, perhaps just to comfort himself. Before the cold death came, there was still some warm hope, but Xu Le did not care too much.
Whether it was comfort or not, it was obvious that the crown prince was trying to make Xu Le's last days more comfortable.
At the beginning of the morning, the military prison efficiently cleaned up the cell that he had smashed into a garbage dump. They arranged a new bed and a small table, and even hung a soft light screen.
Xu Le did not watch TV, but he could guess what the recent news of the Federation was. Watching scandals and shocking revelations was a very good way to pass the time, but if he was the focus of attention in the news, and the evil camp at that, then this method would become uncomfortable.
He rubbed his slightly swollen eyebrows and laid down on the bed, pulling the snow-white blanket over his head.
From before the catastrophe to after the catastrophe, from the Federation to the Empire, from the naughty children to the elderly who were about to die, the warm and dark bed had always been the last safe territory that human beings trusted the most. After people were injured or heartbroken, they would crawl into their own bed and block the light from the outside world. This last territory could be easily unified.
People could greet His Majesty's pregnant mother under the quilt without worrying about the sharp ears of the intelligence officers. They could do many things that were not allowed by law, and they did not have to worry about the light of the charter breaking through the privacy regulations.
In the darkness, Xu Le's fingers quietly stretched to the side of the wall.
Last night, the crazy smashing to vent his frustration had caused many cracks to appear on the seemingly solid prison walls. He remembered very clearly that there was a standard distribution box in one of the cracks in the cement.
His fingers touched a slightly hard feeling. He closed his eyes and pressed hard with his fingertips. The hard material of the distribution box slowly and silently cracked under the magical power spurting out from his fingertips, revealing the complicated wiring troughs inside.
As an excellent mechanic, Xu Le did not even need to look at it. He only needed to stop his finger for a moment to accurately distinguish whether it was a data cable or an energy cable. He also knew what material the cable was made of. There was no way he would get it wrong.
His fingertips moved slightly, and the not-so-sharp fingertips easily cut open the outer layer of the data cable. The hard rubber on the cable slowly and silently cracked open like a fatty who had his stomach cut open, exposing the chromium alloy core wire. The rubber curled up and separated on both sides, really like the hard but extremely thin skin of a fish.
In the dark world, he closed his eyes and very precisely controlled the burning power that was generated behind his waist. It slowly passed through his shoulders and upper arms, penetrated his fingertips, and entered the exposed data cable.
Using the bioelectricity in the human nerves or the zhenqi that was similar to pulse waves to communicate with the machine, and even enter the other's processing structure to control the operation of the machine sounded so ridiculous and lacking in possibility, and there was no reason at all.
All the science fiction novels in the Federation had never imagined a story with a similar theme, because the science fiction writers had never come into contact with or even heard of the ability in Xu Le's body.
Last year, when the Nutshell Engineering Department was conducting experiments in the West Woods Sunset State, Xu Le had tried many times with the help of Zou Yu, but he had not made any effective progress. As for the level of being able to directly control the M52 military mecha with just a few charming fingers like Uncle back then, and making the black mecha feel like dying in the hills, it was even more unattainable.
It was the same today, but also not the same. Some things had vaguely changed. The high-speed flow of complex numbers in the data cable entered his mind between his fingers, triggering a strange reaction. It did not form a clear image in his conscious mind, only a very strange and vague feeling. He could not pinpoint the specific reason, but he seemed to be able to see on the other end of the chaos, in addition to the central control, the data cable in the wall was also connected to the electronic safety valves of each cell.
After an unknown amount of time, he turned over and lay flat on the bed, in a daze under the blanket. He did not know if the very vague feeling in his mind was an illusion caused by his collapse under the heavy pressure, or if his consciousness had really followed the data cable and felt the feedback of information in the distance.
Humans were the first order of machines. Did this mean that the bioelectricity in the human body or that strange power could really become a language that machines could recognize?
In the hot spring pool in Philadelphia, Li Pifu had once mentioned something about the Yata Zhenqi to him. When the old man was in his prime, he had volunteered to be a test subject for the Federal Academy of Science. Even so, the Academy of Science did not have a precise result, and there was no way to spread it to the entire Federation. However, the Academy of Science had basically confirmed that this kind of training method should be to extract some kind of residual power from the human body that had been passed down since ancient times until it was activated into a specific kind of power.
After thinking for a moment, Xu Le still could not figure it out, so he thought about it again. He silently held the data cable again, and continuously poured the burning power generated by the back of his waist into it. The more he walked, the more he did not cherish it. If the data cable was a highway bridge used by the prison to control each cell and facility, then what he was doing now was using this highway bridge to test the reaction of the prison.
At this time, Xu Le was not clear about his control of the power in his body. He had obtained a rare opportunity to improve. It was like the transition of electrons in a crystal ore. There was no qualitative difference in the rotation pattern, but once it was activated, the time required for the release process could be sharply reduced.
Being calm in the face of a major event was a realm that very few people could reach. The pressure and crisis of a tense time could often cause creatures to instinctively break through their own limits.
There were great terrors between life and death, but there were also great opportunities.
In the past, when Xu Le encountered major events or even life and death, he could be calm as usual because he believed that as long as he lived a great life, even if he died a glorious death, there would be no regrets. The so-called terrors were just normal. However, the difference between today and the past was too big. The death he was about to face had nothing to do with glory, and the life he had once lived had nothing to do with greatness. It was just a sad joke.
So he had a strong desire to live.
However, since it was already confirmed that he was a person of the Empire, he would definitely be immediately sentenced to death. The Federation did not have any mercy, tolerance, or sympathy for the people of the Empire. There was not much time left.
Covered and hidden in the darkness of his own territory, Xu Le lay there for several hours. Then, he heard the alloy door of the prison cell slowly slide open. The Major General Warden's cold voice rang out. Fortunately, he was not immediately executed. Instead, he announced a temporary change in the prison's measures.
He was allowed to go to the cafeteria to eat his last few meals.
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Shock, shock, and still shock. Within half an hour of the news report from the Federation News Channel appearing on the screens of millions of households, the millions of citizens of the Federation only had this one emotion from the brain to the body. Their thinking ability was shocked to the point of numbness. Their bodies were shocked to the point of being somewhat stiff. In the school cafeteria with lunch boxes in hand, on the sofa with teacups in hand, and in the bar with hard liquor, people opened their mouths and eyes wide, not daring to believe what they heard and saw.
The hero of the Federation, Colonel Xu Le, was actually the most well-hidden spy of the Empire?
Just as Lady Tai had analyzed in Mochou's Back Mountain, although it was still difficult for the citizens of the Federation to accept the truth with Senator Macklin as the scapegoat, the majority of the people believed in this fact in an extremely short amount of time. After all, the results of the two biological marker comparisons were right in front of everyone's eyes. Many people deeply trusted by the people, including Chief Editor Bob, supervised the whole process, and … The Glory Of The Charter would never be wrong.
The emotional reaction of the Federation citizens was somewhat strange. After the shock, they felt fear, the fear of the decades long conspiracy of the people of the Empire. When they knew that the beast of the Empire was lurking around them like ordinary people, this fear was hard to suppress. Then, the fear directly turned into disappointment, anger, and extreme embarrassment.
Naturally, people projected these emotions onto the spies of the Empire. Macklin was dead, and all the spies of the Empire had been wiped out. Then, the only person left to bear these negative emotions was Xu Le.
Even the people who had heard some rumors about the Golden Foundation Building back then would not think about it now. Macklin was killed by Xu Le. They used to enjoy this rumor to add to the legendary glory of their heroes and idols, but now they subconsciously forgot about it.
The relationship between heroes, or idols, and the fanatical citizens was actually very similar to the relationship between the romantic men and the resentful women in the romantic novels. Once they realized that the person they loved had lied to them, and the idol turned out to be made of cheap mud, then the deeper the love back then, the deeper the hatred now. The greater the hope back then, the greater the disappointment now, and the more ashamed they felt.
Countless young male students went to the food stalls outside the school resentfully and drank until they were drunk. Then, they angrily smashed all the wine glasses and cursed the shamelessness and despicable of Xu Le from the Empire. Thinking of how they stupidly put on black masks a few months ago and marched on the street with their classmates to denounce the Federation government for Xu Le, they felt extremely ashamed and cursed even louder.
Countless young women sulked at home for no reason, criticized their mothers' food, and sarcastically mocked the poor taste of the female military stars on TV. When they gathered with their friends, they raised their orchid fingers and mocked that they had long known that Colonel Xu Le was not a good person. His small eyes looked so shifty that they had completely forgotten that the word they used to describe his small eyes was charming. They also forgot that the encrypted electronic diary in the drawer had written down their teenage fantasies and the name of a certain hero.
When the hero landed on the ground, other than turning the blurry face into a clear and ugly one, it only stirred up a cloud of dust. Other than that, it did not cause any other movement.
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After the shocking appraisal in the Bureau of Proclamation building, the Federation government directly released Zou Yu and Shang Qiu. As for what kind of deep-seated reasons were hidden behind the scenes, or what kind of attitude Mr. President wanted to express to the various forces through this release, it would definitely cause many people to speculate and analyze, but the people involved were not interested in it at all.
Shang Qiu directly returned to the Harbor City Industrial Park from the capital. She refused the proposal of the CEO of Nutshell to take a vacation, and ignored the rumors in the engineering department that she might be deprived of her independent technical director by the board of directors. She directly threw herself into the heavy work.
Her subordinates and the staff of the engineering department all knew the reason for her recent disappearance. No one would talk about the news related to Xu Le in front of her. They could only watch her work day and night and obviously lose weight.
One day, the director of Nutshell's engineering department, Mr. José, finally could not stand it anymore and comforted her, "Sometimes it's a good idea to lose yourself in work, but you have to take care of your health."
"I just can't find anything else to do except work. This has nothing to do with losing myself in work, because I don't intend to forget anything."
"Xu Le is from the Empire. You have to learn to forget."
Shang Qiu inserted the pen lead into her black hair, took off her glasses, and calmly said to Mr. José, "I'm an engineer. Whether it's a mecha or a washing machine, in my eyes, it's a combination of a pile of metal components and microchips.
"Similarly, whether it's from the Empire or the Federation, in my eyes, it's a combination of a pile of muscles, bones, skin, hair, and body fluids. There's no difference."
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In the manor.
Ten slightly trembling fingers ran through her black hair. Nan Xiangmei withdrew her gaze from the TV screen, and her beautiful face was filled with sadness. He's from the Empire? How can he be from the Empire?
As the current matriarch of the Nan Family, Cao Jiaren, of course, knew this shocking news much earlier than the ordinary people. She knew that her daughter, who had long been deeply in love with Xu Le, would definitely fall into the most difficult period of her life after knowing the truth. She had been sitting on the sofa with her daughter.
At this time, looking at her daughter's sad and helpless expression, Cao Jiaren sighed faintly in her heart.
When it came to love, one would often have to go through all kinds of hardships. For example, she and that wretched fatty had ended their relationship because of the invisible pressure from her family.
She believed that her daughter was more determined and braver than herself back then. Whether it was the pressure of family or society, whether it was the division of wealth or power, nothing would shake her daughter's seemingly weak but actually strong will. Even if Xu Le was a hooligan on the streets, as long as her daughter liked him, she would definitely persevere until the end.
However, what stood in the way of this relationship was not Jian Shui'er, Zou Yu, or even Xu Le, who was about to die, but something that no one in this universe could resist.
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In the bedroom on the second floor, Zhong Huoyan, who had just finished washing her hair, sat on the princess bed with her arms crossed. Her slightly wet black hair had long passed her shoulders and hung down on her white nightgown.
She stared at the TV screen with her eyes and mouth wide open. After a while, she suddenly frowned cutely and softly muttered a few very indecent vulgarities. She jumped off the bed, picked up the electronic screen, and began to seriously and silently sketch something.
The non-flickering blue lines on the electronic screen gradually became denser and clearer. In the end, a map of Nan Xiangmei's manor was presented. Although the electronic map was not completely drawn, it was very precise. Probably no one would have thought that the 12-year-old little princess of the Zhong family could draw such a precise electronic map based on the impressions left by Nan Xiangmei when she took her to the manor for a horse ride. It even marked several loopholes in the manor's surveillance system.
The sound of the door opening was heard. Zhong Huoyan hid the electronic map behind the bed as fast as she could. Her small hands quickly rubbed her face, changing the tense and serious expression that was completely incompatible with her age into a little girl's sweet and innocent smile.
Nan Xiangmei walked in and directly sat on the soft couch by the window. She stared blankly at the stars above the treetops outside the window. After a long silence, she said softly, "Do you know about that matter?"
"Yes." Zhong Huoyan made a sound from the depths of her cute nose.
Nan Xiangmei slowly lowered her head and hugged her knees as if she was afraid of cold. She said sadly, "I feel very useless. I can't do anything to help him. And … when I found out that he was from the Empire, my first reaction was to forget all the days of the past few years. I don't want to think about him anymore. I don't want to think about whether he can survive. As long as I don't think about him, I can pretend that I have never liked an Empire person that much."
Sparkling and translucent tears fell from her eyes. Nan Xiangmei said guiltily and sorrowfully, "The first reaction is the truest reaction. That is to say, I don't love him as much as I thought. I'm very ashamed."
"Oh, don't think too much." Zhong Huoyan walked over and comforted her, "For the people of the capital ring, the Empire people and the Federation people are not the same race at all. They are a group of beasts. Therefore, if you fall in love with an Empire person, it is equivalent to having sex."
Nan Xiangmei did not understand. She raised her head and looked at the little girl's face blankly.
"Sex is strictly forbidden even on the 18 forbidden forums. It is the most disgusting thing to do, just like those weird uncles who like girls like me."
Zhong Huoyan patted her chest with a smile and said, "Of course, a natural good girl like you can't stand such a fierce thing."
"What a disgusting description." Nan Xiangmei recalled the scene in her mind. There was no blush on her face, only uncontrollable fear. She looked at Zhong Huoyan with a natural and relaxed expression and said with a trace of confusion and unwillingness, "You just said the capital ring … Don't you people of the West Woods look at the Empire people like that?"
"Of course not." Zhong Huoyan waved her thin white arms and said, "We often see Empire people there. There are many prisoners of war and so on. Although I know that those Empire people are bad, but …"
She shrugged and her black hair fluttered slightly. "In our eyes, they are actually as bad as the people of the capital ring."
It was a very simple sentence, but it made Nan Xiangmei frown very much. She vaguely grasped some key issues. Zhong Huoyan noticed the change in Nan Xiangmei's mood. She coughed twice to interrupt Nan Xiangmei's thoughts and said with great sincerity and concern.
"You don't have to feel guilty. Think about how many of our compatriots have the Empire people killed? How many sisters have they raped? How can you fall in love with an Empire person? Sister Nan Xiangmei, forget these things. Xu Le is not the only man in the world. "
In the dead of night, Nan Xiangmei, who had experienced a strong mental shock, finally fell asleep. There was still a trace of tears in the corner of her eyes. Zhong Huoyan, on the other hand, opened her bright eyes and looked at the ceiling in a daze. Her heart was full of uncontrollable joy.
You are actually from the Empire? That's good. Those women in the Federation who are infatuated with you will probably all run away. I will be the only one who dares to follow you. You are not the only man in the world, but I am the only girl by your side. Then, other than waiting for me to grow up and become a woman, what else can you do?
The cute little girl tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. A satisfied and nervous smile appeared on her face from time to time. She was not worried about the safety of that person at all. Die? How is that possible? You are my omnipotent brother Xu Le.
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Inside the villa in the West Mountain Compound.
After finally successfully calming down her mother's overly frightened heart, she kicked Zou Liuhuo onto the bed. Zou Yu untied her hair and sat in front of the dressing table tiredly. She looked at her haggard face in the mirror.
After a long period of silence, that familiar piercingly cold beauty once again returned to her eyes.
She opened the drawer of the dressing table and looked at the little device that Shi Qinghai stuffed into her hand at the Charter Square. She silently thought, If this thing can really avoid The Glory Of The Charter, then the people who need it the most now are undoubtedly the people of the Empire.
The problem is, you are a stupid and ignorant Empire person. Now that you are locked in that damn prison, what damn method can I think of to give you?
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This was the Qingcheng Military Prison.
During the previous dynasty, it was responsible for locking up dissidents. After the Republic, several heads of the seven families were locked up here. Among the few presidents who were the toughest to deal with the seven families, except for two who were assassinated, one of them was impeached during his term of office. He was serving time for a corruption case, and the location of his sentence was also here.
After the most intense and bloody period of the struggle, the seven families gradually withdrew from the stage and hid behind the scenes. They reached a compromise with the government, and the situation returned to harmony. Since then, this prison was mainly responsible for locking up the most vicious criminals of the Federation.
Those who were locked up in the Qingcheng Military Prison rarely had a chance to escape. If someone was really lucky or strong enough to escape, then he would definitely do everything he could for the rest of his life. He would rather die than return to this despairing building complex again.
Xu Le had been here before, and then he was pardoned. Now, he was thrown into the Qingcheng Military Prison for the second time. In history, there were no more than three people who had encountered the same fate as him.
As for escaping? Ever since the Qingcheng Military Prison was put into use, such a thing had never happened. No matter how omnipotent a person was in human society, once they entered this place, they would be like a vulture that had lost its wings, or a warship that had lost its crystal mine. No matter how hard they struggled, they would never be able to escape this trap. They would gradually be turned into rotten meat or a cold and senseless pile of steel.
The heavy magnetic shackles tore at the muscles of his calves, and the pain was like being cut by knives. The sensor lights around his ankles flashed intermittently, warning the surroundings of danger. There was a sensor controlled bomb in the shackles, and three thick alloy handcuffs that looked like metal rings hung on his wrists.
The muscle relaxant that the prison doctor had injected into his body began to take effect. The feeling of weakness spread throughout his body, and it became very difficult for him to drag the heavy shackles on his feet. The heavy alloy bracelet on his wrist pulled his weak forearm downwards. It was like an overripe fruit in autumn, and the weight was so heavy that it caused the branches to bend weakly.
Xu Le narrowed his eyes and raised his head with difficulty to look at the lead-like thick clouds above the transparent dome of the prison. He wanted to make history, to be the first person to successfully escape from the Qingcheng Military Prison, but he had no confidence. He had not even found a clear way to escape.
The strong and violent pulling force passed along the noose to his neck, causing him to stagger forward and almost fall.
The major general, the warden, coughed twice and waved his hand to signal his subordinates who were holding the noose to relax a little. He said in a low voice, "It's already very difficult to get you to come out and eat. You'd better not think too much."
Xu Le nodded after a moment of silence. He walked along the magnetic passage to his own table.
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The crisp sound of metal colliding rang out. On the other side of the transparent wall, the felons who were eating silently looked at the man who was slowly walking past them. They saw his cut short hair pointing to the sky like wild grass, and his beard stubbornly growing roots like a field that had been burned. They all subconsciously put down the cutlery in their hands.
For these unforgivable felons of the Federation, this scene was like deja vu. To be more precise, it was just a boring repetition of the scene from five years ago. However, the interval between this repetition was too long. It was more interesting than their daily repetition. It was so long that some of them took some time to remember who he was.
"Colonel Xu Le, welcome back!"
One of the felons stood up and shouted at the guy who was struggling to walk on the other side of the transparent wall. Then, two electric arcs hit his body. The military guards walked forward with heavy faces, pulled out the batons at their waists, and began to beat him heavily without mercy.
Hearing the sound of hard objects hitting people, Xu Le turned around and looked.
Looking at the felon who was twitching in pain on the ground with blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth, he remembered that when he was transferred to Qingcheng Military Prison five years ago, it was this person who first smiled at him. In the end, because of this smile, he was locked up in the dark prison for three days.
He didn't expect that this guy would still be so tough five years later. It was probably because the prisoners in this prison, other than challenging the authority of the prison, couldn't find anything else to do to pass the long life that made people want to die but couldn't bear to throw it away …
Xu Le smiled and waved at the felons of the Federation on the other side of the transparent wall. The speed of his arm waving was very slow, but in the eyes of the major general behind him, it was as if he saw the slow-moving arm trying to throw something into the ashes to ignite the flame that seemed cold but hid fierce energy.
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The food in the prison was not bad. Although it was not as good as the food in the frontline, the nutrition was guaranteed. The main dish was potatoes with egg white meat, vegetables, salted cucumbers, and an orange.
It only took Xu Le a short time to finish the food in front of him with the numbered utensils in his hands. But today, he ate very slowly and chewed very carefully, as if he was chewing all the energy contained in each grain of rice and each piece of potato into nutrients that he could absorb and then store them in his body.
He ate slowly and thought casually.
Accepting the fact that he was a citizen of the Empire, forgetting the feeling of identity tearing brought by the education in the Federation, and not having the painful struggle of literature and art forever, was a very simple thing to do. However, when the incident happened to a specific individual, it would become more complicated. For example, he had to face the fact that in terms of blood relationship, Macklin and County King Carlton were both his close relatives, and even his close uncles, but they were both killed by him.
Would this situation be brought to the Court of Morality? Xu Le put the last piece of potato into his mouth and chewed carefully and even delicately. As his chewing muscles stretched, a mocking smile appeared on his face. No one could judge himself in the Court of Morality. The problem now had nothing to do with morality. It was only about life and death, and he did not want to die. It was as simple as that.
Pushing the plate further away, he took the orange and began to peel it. The white strands under the orange peel were a bit dry. He licked his dry lips and narrowed his eyes. His peripheral vision passed through the transparent wall and fell on the felons of the Federation on the other side.
The old man by the window who was trying to find a few tiny eggs on the orange peel was called Mende. He was a former professor of the three departments of the Federation Military Science Academy, and the best biochemist in the Federation. If it were not for the fact that he used his latest research to break the law and killed his wife's family for no reason, in many people's eyes, he would have won more than three Nebula Awards in his life.
The bald man who was grinning and looking at him was called George. He looked very simple and honest, but in fact, he was a rare expert in the Federation forces. His hands were stained with the blood of countless enemies and comrades. He was incomparably cruel.
This man insisted on calling himself Saint George because he believed in a certain primitive religion in the Bermuda Triangle Star Region. It was also because of that damned religion that he tore seven innocent recruits into pieces in the recruit camp. In the Court of Martial, he insisted that he felt the guidance of the Lord …
The man who was smiling innocently like a child was called Charles. He was the most notorious serial killer of prostitutes in the Federation. The first prostitute to die in his hands was his own mother.
There was also that handsome middle-aged man who looked like a stone sculpture. What was his name? Xu Le frowned and carefully recalled. Oh, yes, his name was Tong Jiazhen. He was a person that even he himself was afraid of.
Xu Le suddenly felt that this scene was very strange. As he shifted his gaze, the identities and backgrounds of these men clearly appeared in his mind. It was somewhat similar to the scene when he led Group Seven to the frontlines. The only difference was that Xiong Linquan and the others were truly fearless warriors, while these people were truly fearless criminals.
Back when he was transferred to the military prison in Allure, he ate with these criminals through the wall. In the shortest time possible, with the help of the old man, he figured out the identities and abilities of these criminals. It was because he wanted to use these people's abilities to escape from prison. However, he was later pardoned by President Pabre. Naturally, these preparations were useless. Who would have thought that they would come in handy again five years later?
The prison was still the same prison, and the criminals on the other side of the transparent wall were still the same criminals. Other than Mende's hair that had turned from white to silver, and Saint George's bald head that had more scars and wrinkles, the five years did not seem to have left any trace.
Then he noticed that an old voice was missing from the other side of the transparent wall. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the orange in his hand in silence.
The owner of the old voice used to be the spiritual leader of the prisoners in this military prison. His identity was very mysterious. Even the old man couldn't find a more accurate file except for a citizen number. If someone could sort out the story of this person, it would be a real legend. But now, he had disappeared in this prison without a trace.
It seemed that no one could truly defeat time. War God Li Pifu could not, and neither could the unknown old man in the prison. Then, could anyone defeat this prison?
His fingers sank into the soft peel of the orange. Xu Le frowned and thought for a long time in silence. Suddenly, he put the orange back on the plate and struggled to stand up with the help of the table. He looked at the other side of the transparent wall.
As if sensing his gaze, the notorious or guilty prisoners on the other side of the transparent wall collectively raised their heads and looked back at him. Their eyes were either complicated or amused.
The guards in the military prison, especially the special forces responsible for guarding Xu Le, suddenly became nervous. Orders rang out in the communication system. More than a dozen guards walked toward Xu Le, trying to stop him from doing what he was going to do.
Xu Le did nothing. He just looked at the prisoners on the other side of the transparent wall, raised the shackles in his hands high, and said, "Live a lowly life, or die a happy death."
There was a deathly stillness in the prison. The cold autumn sun suddenly penetrated the thick dark clouds, passed through the transparent dome, and shone on his body.
A prisoner on the other side of the wall shouted, "Not enough reason!"
The baton and electric current attacked his body. Before he fell, he shouted to the criminals on the other side of the transparent wall, "Because I want to live."
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(The dialogue between Xu Le and the prisoners was written for a long time. It was very hot-blooded, scheming, and evil, but it was seriously inconsistent with the situation, especially because of the time, so it had to be deleted. Today, after returning home, he wrote without rest. He finally wrote 9,000 words. It was very thrilling. It was not a matter of time. The main thing was that he started to feel sleepy at night. If he was any slower, he was afraid that he would fall asleep.
He had not updated for three days. Of course, he was behind in the monthly votes. It was already very impressive to have so many votes. Now that the cat has started to set off again, I hope that everyone will continue to support him. If he stopped during the double period, he would fall behind again and have to catch up again. It was a very sad thing.
But thinking about it, we seem to be used to this situation, and we are very experienced and confident. So, let's do it.
Because I want to continue.
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