Zou Yu moved her eyes away from the paper with great difficulty. She raised her head and looked at the ordinary thin young man who was close by. Her eyes, which were usually cold and proud, were completely occupied by an expression of disbelief.
There was no need to repeat the background narration that the people of the Empire and the people of the Federation remembered deeply. It was enough for her to know who Huai Caoshi was. His identity and the fact that he had shockingly appeared in the Federation was like a whole bucket of ice that was suddenly stuffed into her stomach in the middle of summer. It was not so easy to swallow. Therefore, there was only one word left in her stomach. Her brain instantly had four deep crosses. It was difficult for her to think. She was shocked speechless and could not come back to her senses.
Most people would need a long time to digest such a shocking situation, but what Huai Caoshi lacked the most right now was time. He had taken the risk to enter the West Mountain compound and admitted his identity to Zou Yu. There was no way for him to spend more time to persuade her. Therefore, looking at her expression, he frowned slightly in annoyance.
However, Zou Yu was Zou Yu after all. She was not an ordinary person. She made a decision in a very short time. She walked directly to the dressing table, opened the drawer, and took out a small device that emitted blue light. She handed it to Huai Caoshi and said quietly, "You may need this. Also, do you know the address?"
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In the late autumn, the first snow fell in the capital. In the dim twilight, the uninvited snowflakes were covered with a layer of light red. Between the sparse buildings, it was as if there were tons of burning paper slowly drifting down.
These burning paper drifts fell on the flat and open lawn in front of the official residence, reflecting a faint luster. The snow-white grass mixed with the evening red, casting a large pool of strange colors. It was very much like the bleeding soldiers wearing dark green military uniforms in Glacier 5460.
President Pabre silently looked at the falling snow outside the window. He turned around and signed his name at the signature of the death order document on the table. His handwriting was vigorous and powerful, definitely not weak.
The staff of the official residence silently took the document and walked out of the Oval Office to hand it to the people who had been waiting outside.
Lee Jae-do looked at the death order document in his subordinate's hand and ordered, "After he dies, bring me the metal bracelet on his wrist."
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At the end of the wastelands in Hurin Province, Qingcheng Military Prison had already experienced three consecutive days of snowstorms. The perfect independent energy system allowed the prison to still be enveloped in a warm atmosphere. However, the snowflakes that fluttered down tirelessly outside the window made the prison officers feel an inexplicable chill.
During lunch that day, Xu Le raised the shackles in his hands towards those evil and terrifying felons through the transparent wall and said a few seemingly meaningless words. Since then, the prison had never let him out of that specially designed cell.
The prison firmly believed that those felons, who had long been numb to despair, would not have any bold ideas just because of those two sentences. They firmly believed that with the perfect security system of Qingcheng Military Prison, even if those felons wanted to do something, they would not have any chance.
But why did he still feel a little cold and nervous? From the warden to the ordinary guards, looking at the falling snowballs outside the window, they always felt that Xu Le's voice was still echoing in their ears.
"Live a lowly life, or die a happy death."
"I want to live."
These two seemingly meaningless words seemed to have become invisible ghosts, drifting around the gloomy and despairing prison. They had drifted for several days, but they still did not dissipate. They constantly muttered and repeated in everyone's ears, buzzing in every dark cell.
In a certain cell on the second floor, the burly bald George was kneeling on the bed and praying. His expression was unusually calm and pious. His thick and powerful lips were trembling rapidly as he hurriedly described something in some kind of Bermudian dialect.
There was not a single strand of hair on his shiny bald head, so naturally, there was no gray. No one knew that Saint George's real age was already over 50 years old. He had spent a total of 17 years in this military prison of his 50 years of long life.
The object of his pious prayer was a portrait on the mottled wall.
The portrait was made of very simple red lines. It was vaguely visible that it was a naked and bleeding man, crucified on a cross.
The painting of the portrait could be described as crude, but for Saint George, who had no talent in painting, it took him a total of three years to paint this picture of suffering with his own blood.
Thankfully, there was nothing in this despairing prison other than time.
George had knelt and prayed in front of this portrait for a day and a night. His knees were already worn out. He finally felt a touch of holy light shining on his sinful body. It was incomparably warm. A fanatical expression gradually bloomed on his pious and horribly twisted face.
"Great Lord."
He almost moaned as he prayed. "I saw your apostle. The sun shone on his body that day. The handcuffs on his wrists were shining. Just like what you taught us, as long as we are firm enough, the nails on the cross are the touch of a virgin's fingers, and the handcuffs are the bracelets decorated with gems."
George lowered his head. The muscles on his neck that were as strong as iron pillars slowly moved. He said in a low voice, "Great Lord, I will follow your apostle into battle."
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It was already night. Mende looked at the night outside the prison through the glass window. There was no expression on his old face. Under the illumination of the searchlights, the process of the falling snow was so clear and moving.
That guy said he didn't want to die. Yeah, who would want to die? Although this world wasn't that beautiful, no, it should be said that it was so ugly. After tearing apart the wrapping paper of love, marriage, and family, it turned out to be disgusting maggots. But since he was here, how could he bear to leave? At least there was still such perfect and bright snow.
Not only did he want to live, he wanted to get out alive. Just like when he was a child, he stood in the snow in Linhai and acted recklessly. Opening his arms and feeling the slight coldness of the snow falling on his palm, Mende's dry lips opened slightly. He laughed silently. Then he thought to himself, that guy should be able to easily shatter this tempered glass window in front of him. However, for him, this transparent barrier that didn't seem to exist separated his snowflakes into two completely different worlds. It was so unbreakable.
Retracting his gaze from the snowy night outside the window, the old scholar slowly moved his slightly thin body to the bedside. He raised his head with some difficulty and looked at the entrance of the ventilation tube. Beside his finger was a pile of expensive fiber paper printing.
As a scholar prisoner who could still contribute his wisdom to the Federation in the military prison and reduce the deaths of frontline soldiers, he had some small privileges, such as newspapers. Also, this desperate prison had long been numb to the daily life of the prisoners, so it didn't care much.
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Similar scenes were happening in other cells in the military prison of Qingcheng.
In the cell around the corner, the pirate leader, who was known for his cruelty, took off the blindfold on his blind left eye. A bloody smile appeared on his wrinkled face. For him, people always had to find something to do in life. What was about to happen must be very interesting. At least he, who was so old that he was about to die, had the opportunity to find a trace of the space air between the Federation and Bermuda. He had the pleasure of crazily robbing the smuggling ships of those big families.
In the cell on the third floor with a strange stench, there was also an old man. Because no matter how the prison tried to educate him, he was unwilling to increase the frequency of bathing, so the old man's hair was already tangled. It took him a long time to separate the hair with his trembling and skinny hands. He didn't know which corner of the room he was searching for, but he actually found a sharp and hard object. If one looked carefully, they could roughly distinguish that it should be a human calf bone that was sharpened!
This was the last carnival riot in the prison a few years ago. The old man secretly "took" it from a prisoner who was beaten into a pulp. Then he very patiently sharpened it into a sharp bone knife. The metal detector of the prison couldn't distinguish human bones, so he hid it for many years.
Under the strict monitoring of the prison, how the old man sharpened this calf bone into a bone knife was the most interesting mystery for the prisoners in recent years. One year, the old voice that had already passed away couldn't suppress his doubts and asked the old man face to face. The old man didn't answer, but just grinned foolishly, revealing a mouth full of intact and strong white teeth.
The old man hid his slightly shriveled body under the blankets, using the dim light from the gaps to stroke the bone knife happily. The bone knife had long turned white, and even some black spots had appeared. It had been too long, so long that he himself had forgotten the difficult process of obtaining this bone knife, so long that he was about to forget why he was imprisoned in this prison.
The old man's mind was a little confused. He thought about how after he stabbed the child surnamed Lin, the mental hospital said that he was sick at first. Why did the doctor in the court say that he was not sick? The beautiful crying woman's face was twisted in an ugly way. She screamed that she wouldn't let him die so easily and that he would regret it for the rest of his life. He only remembered that twisted face and the saliva that was full of perfume, but he really couldn't remember why all of this happened.
I'm not sick. I just want to stab people. I just like to stab people. The old man hid under the blanket and sobbed angrily. His fingers tightly gripped the yellowed bone knife, and then he began to smile.
Some of them were evil in nature, some of them were violent in spirit, some of them had secrets and stories behind them, and some of them had no secrets and stories behind them. They were the most notorious felons of the Federation. They were locked up in this military prison. There were no visitors, no letters, no parole, and no execution. They repeated their days monotonously and terrifyingly, allowing time to wear away their violent looks, strong bodies, and ambitions bit by bit until they were old and numb from the inside out.
Especially after the old voice was taken away by time, the old men who lost their spiritual leader lost the spirit and interest to fight against the heavens, the earth, and people. They watched indifferently as their lives flowed away in front of them, but they still couldn't die.
Until that ridiculously young man with small eyes came back again, a kind of vitality suddenly appeared in this prison of despair. It was terrifying and violent, and there was no reason to speak of it. It was just to show the cold wall that it was still alive.
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The short hair that pierced the sky like weeds gradually became more regular under the touch of his fingers. The beard on his face was like a stubborn weed that struggled to grow. Xu Le silently looked at the snow falling in the night sky outside the window. Looking at the strange guy on the glass, he thought to himself, With his messy hair and beard, you really look like a passerby in the wilderness.
The death sentence came a few days later than expected. Using this very important time, he made more preparations and had a better understanding of the surrounding environment of the military prison. For example, the window glass in front of him had obviously been specially processed. It could even withstand the attack of a rocket. With his current strength, there was no way he could break it open by force.
His cell was on the fourth floor. It didn't look high, but in fact, it was very far from the ground. According to the data, the foundation of Qingcheng Military Prison was a large piece of granite that protruded from the ground. Any attempt to directly jump off the ground or escape through the underground water system was impossible.
Thinking of this, Xu Le silently stroked the metal bracelet on his wrist. His thick black eyebrows furrowed. The data left by Feng Yu included the structure of Qingcheng Military Prison. However, he didn't leave any suggestions. It seemed that the guy who had been in prison the most times in the universe also didn't have the experience of escaping from Qingcheng.
Could he really become the first prisoner in history to escape from Qingcheng? Xu Le silently walked back to the bedside and sat down. His knees were close together. His right hand touched the connector of the data cable and held it tightly. He took a deep breath and his body began to tremble violently.
Beep beep beep beep. A gentle and rhythmic electronic synthesized sound rang out.
The heavy alloy door of the cell slowly opened smoothly.
The Federation Special Forces outside the door immediately became alert. With a shocked expression, he raised the gun in his hand and aimed it at Xu Le who was beside the bed.
Xu Le didn't move at all. He just lowered his head and calmly looked at the magnetic shackles on his ankles. His hands quietly rested on his knees.
Immediately after, a series of soft clicking sounds rang out from the inside of the Qingcheng Military Prison. Each clicking sound meant that a cell had been opened.
The gentle electronic sound suddenly became sharp and began to sound the alarm.
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The sharp sound of the alarm announced the official start of a riot that hadn't occurred in Qingcheng Military Prison for a long time.
It was unknown whether it was the bedsheets that had been ignited or some other flammable object had been ignited. Pungent smoke filled the entire prison in a very short period of time. Smoke was rolling out from every cell. For these old villains who had spent most of their lives here, it was not too difficult to understand that they used strange methods to hide the fire seed.
The thick smoke blocked the view of most of the surveillance equipment. The staff in the central control room of the military prison were shocked to find that all the alloy doors of the cells were all opened for some reason. Those old but still terrifying and brutal criminals had all run out!
The thick smoke drifted between each floor. The sharp sound of the alarm was mixed with the exaggerated laughter of the old villains.
The sharpened and yellowed calf bone reached out from the other side of the smoke and stabbed into the waist of one of the guards, causing blood to splatter everywhere.
The slightly weakened old man held the bone knife and walked out excitedly and nervously. He stared with wide and confused eyes and walked through the smoke. When he saw a figure, he directly stabbed it.
One, two, three. The old and weak body couldn't walk too fast, but the old man's footsteps were unprecedentedly relaxed. He was very happy to stab.
The sound of the baton piercing through the air rang out. The old man's back was ruthlessly hit. He fell down in pain. His trembling skinny hand wanted to rub the painful wound, but he couldn't reach it. He looked particularly embarrassed.
However, for some reason, when the prison guard behind him was about to swing the baton again, a puzzled expression suddenly appeared in his eyes. He painfully touched his throat and fell straight down.
The old man who held the bone knife tightly climbed up with difficulty. His hunched body looked extremely short and small. He glanced at the unconscious guard with some lingering fear and said in confusion, "When there's smoke, you have to walk close to the ground. At the very least, you have to bend your body a little. You don't even know this. I don't know what your elementary school teacher taught you."
After proudly recalling the escape education he received, the old man bent his body again. Tightly holding the yellowed bone knife, he slowly walked into the smoke and happily looked for the next guy to be stabbed.
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The former famous scholar of the Federation, Professor Mende, was still obediently staying in his cell after the riot started. He sat on the edge of the bed and stared blankly at the alloy door that was completely open. His fingers quickly dug into the wall behind him as if he was trying to dig out something.
He knew very well that even if he walked out of this cell, he would only be walking into the prison. It was meaningless. Also, the more developed a person's brain was, the weaker their physical strength was. His physical strength was not even enough to swing the heavy baton. He didn't want to be stabbed or smashed into a meat patty by his crazy and violent companions in the smoke after he walked out of the cell.
As one of the most intelligent brains in the Federation, Professor Mende's contribution to this riot was reflected in the burning newspaper in the ventilation pipe above his head at this moment. It was unknown what kind of biological agent he mixed in the newspaper, but after it was burned, it triggered a weak toxicity.
The smoke was mixed with the smoke released by the burning sheets in the other cells, and it caused a lot of trouble for the prison. Of course, the fact that Professor Mende was able to turn the newspaper into poisonous smoke so obediently through the ventilation pipes meant that other than being an expert in biochemistry, the old man must have also excelled in aerodynamics back in the day.
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Extremely loud and ear-piercing laughter echoed in the smoke. An obvious reflection penetrated the dim environment. It was a shiny bald head.
Thump, thump, thump, thump. The heavy body crushed the floor. Saint George, who was almost two meters tall, was covered in blood. He waved a large metal plate that he had picked up from somewhere and charged toward the stairs unstoppably like a majestic monster.
All the obstacles that dared to stand in the way of this devout and bloody disciple were all blown away, whether it was the hard door or the body of the guards. The ferocious momentum caused the smoke to quickly twist and twist. In the crackling sound, the hard batons broke in the middle. Then, along with the splinters of cement, they hit the wall and fell down, covering the bodies of several people.
The bald George rushed to the third floor. Shrill gunshots burst out from the other end of the smoke and outside of the cell on the fourth floor. They hit his chest accurately, and a few puffs of blood burst out.
He howled madly and stubbornly refused to fall down. Waving the heavy metal plate in his hand, he slowly, madly, and resolutely walked to the fourth floor in the rain of bullets. In the dim smoke, his shiny bald head and blood-red eyes were so obvious that it made people feel fear!
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The small eyes special forces on the fourth floor were responsible for guarding Xu Le's cell. According to the authority granted by the superior, they coldly and calmly killed any prisoner who tried to approach the cell.
The military prison in Qingcheng had countless plans to deal with riots. Even with such a big scene today, the prison did not feel the slightest bit of panic. The central control room calmly issued orders. The fully armed soldiers were already on standby in the military garrison area and were about to enter the cell area.
Once the prison troops entered the cell area, after confirming the situation on the fourth floor, they would begin to bloodily suppress this inexplicable riot.
However, at this moment, the alloy passage door that connected the military garrison area and the prison area suddenly exploded violently. The huge explosion directly caused the edges of the alloy door to be deformed, and the precision lock was destroyed. The prison troops would not be able to enter the prison area for a short period of time!
"Goodbye, my dear blindfold."
In the smoke, the old pirate leader squinted his blind eye. The blindfold that was no longer there and the fake eyeball was the last resort of this former big shot. He had not had a chance to use it in the past few decades. Today, it finally caused an explosion.
The prison's detection system captured this scene. Since the induction machine gun suddenly sounded, after a very short click, the old pirate fell to the ground and could no longer get up. He stared at the alloy fence with his turbid eyes and looked at the anxious Federation soldiers on the other side of the fence. He coughed up blood and held back his arrogant laughter.
The last resort that he had kept for decades, at least he heard a sound and caused some commotion. It was worth it to not follow his blind eye death.
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The smoke gradually entered, and the alarm was screaming. There were shouts, bangs, and incoherent gunshots everywhere in the prison. Xu Le sat silently by the bed with both hands on his knees. The veins at the tip of his eyebrows occasionally appeared, then quietly returned to the slightly dark skin.
There were four cold submachine guns at the door of the cell. No matter how crazy it was outside, the muzzles were always so stable. As long as he moved, they would not hesitate to pull the trigger.
Because of Xu Le, the fourth floor of the Qingcheng Military Prison was closely guarded by the small eyes special forces. With the strong firepower, they suppressed all the malicious intentions of the prisoners. Only the half-crazy Bald George was still carrying the heavy metal plate, roaring like a wild beast as he rushed upstairs. That strong and tall body of his was hit by countless bullets. Blood flowed freely, but he did not feel anything.
The security system of the Qingcheng Military Prison was completely independent of the Federation's network, but it had a very high-level response ability. In a very short time, the automatic defense system of the cell area was activated. The backup ventilation system began to exchange air with high power outside the prison. The anesthetic shooting valve next to the dim light in the corner began to shoot intensively.
The riot was still going on, but it was obvious that the Qingcheng Military Prison had begun to gradually control the situation. Xu Le, who was waiting for this opportunity, and this was the only opportunity to escape, still did not move.
Suddenly.
A pure white pillar of light descended from the sky, instantly illuminating the dark snowy night and the desolate wasteland. It tore apart and melted hundreds of millions of dancing snowflakes and blasted into the prison of despair!
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