The gunshot rang out, and then there was no follow-up. The Linyuan Hall was as quiet as usual. The waiter walked back and forth between the water corridors with light footsteps carrying dishes. Lin Banshan put down the newspaper and began to eat and drink in silence until he heard the footsteps behind him. He picked up the white napkin and slowly wiped the corner of his mouth, then looked back.
After hearing what the other party said, he couldn't help but frown slightly. He seemed to feel that this matter was a greater threat to the Federation government, more troublesome than a bullet that made a glass flower on the window.
"Young Master is making a fuss about coming back. That lady can't keep an eye on him at all. She just called."
The pale middle-aged man was wearing a very stern black suit. As Lin Banshan's closest companion, he was qualified to handle all communication requests from Bermuda.
Lin Banshan's face was a little ugly, and he said with disgust, "Tell Feirong, if he makes a fuss again, throw him into the Purple Star Sea to feed the sharks. Just say that I said this."
The man in black nodded and left the hall. Regarding Lin Banshan's family matters, neither he nor Zhang Xiaohua had the qualifications nor the courage to say anything. Relatively speaking, he was more interested in the semi-conscious killer in the basement.
The dark basement and the quiet and noble dining garden on the ground seemed out of place. The pale cheeks of the middle-aged man in black looked even more gloomy in this lighting environment. He smiled at the killer who had just been woken up and said with a smile, "I'm Han Chu.
"My name is Han Chu. I believe you should have heard of my name before you carried out the mission. Since you are so stupid or arrogant that you didn't commit suicide after shooting at the forest garden, you better use the most concise way to introduce yourself."
The corner of the assassin's mouth was bleeding. A few of his teeth must have been knocked out. His clothes were messy and bloody from the previous torture, but his expression was very calm and steady. He did not show any fear.
However, when he heard the name Han Chu, he looked up at the other party and saw the pale face in the dim light. He remembered the terrible records in the information, and his pupils suddenly shrank. For the first time, he felt regret. Although he was a professionally trained elite with strong nerves, he didn't want to fall into the hands of this person. Compared to this person's means, the previous so-called torture was just a joke.
"I said …"
Hearing the other party's words, Han Chu smiled and leaned against the wall. He took out a cheap wooden comb from his collar and began to comb his white hair carefully. He seemed to be indifferent, but he had captured these words deeply in his mind and turned them into part of his database.
"Could it be that the Second Military Region only produces idiots like you?"
He shook his head and sneered at the man on the ground. "If it was the legendary Small Eyes Special Forces, this matter would probably be more challenging. I say, can you be more professional? Since you want to kill someone, shouldn't you have studied the information more thoroughly in advance? Linyuan's glass is all specially made with fruit shells. Don't you know this? "
Han Chu carefully put the wooden comb with some hair oil back into his pocket, squatted down and gently patted the other party's bloodstained face, and said, "If all the soldiers in the military are elites like you, how are we going to fight the Empire? We are not an ordinary gang. We are the most professional gang. I hate unprofessional people like you the most in my life. You have no skill at all. "
The subordinate behind him stopped filming and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Han, what should we do next?"
"Although the front line needs cannon fodder, I don't think soldiers with such quality should go to the Federation to make a fool of themselves. It's not a big deal to waste them."
Han Chu stood up and crossed his hands, which were as white as a woman's. He watched his subordinates drag the military killer away like a dead dog. After a moment of silence, he looked at his subordinates who had been silently waiting for orders and said in a delicate tone,
"Boss said that since Mr. President started to use unscrupulous means, it is very good news for us. Because in the Federation, there is certainly no one better than us. Now that the government has fired the first shot, it's time for us to return the favor."
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Hong Youming had been the director of the Federation's news channel for almost three years. During these years, he humbly and actively cooperated with the relevant departments. With the help of the complicated new laws and regulations, he investigated all the officials in the news channel and used all kinds of methods to purge and oppress them.
With the staff with Mochou's background being forced to leave, the news channel, the biggest and most authoritative media organization in the Federation, gradually broke away from the influence of the Tai family and was controlled by the Federation government. Gradually, it became the most loyal mouthpiece of the president's official residence.
He, who was over 50 years old, made a great contribution to the government. Naturally, he was rewarded handsomely. The luxurious villa in the suburbs of the capital, as well as the wild horse taming field in the forest far away that the HTD bureau had never asked about, were a few of the important parts.
Every time he thought of the wild horses that drank water by the stream and galloped on the grassland, but in the end, could only become his most tame mount, excitement welled up in Hong Youming's heart. This made him more and more certain that his choice in politics was very wise.
Because of the bloody incident at the South Kezhou rally, Hong Youming had been monitoring the operations of the various departments in the news channel building. In the end, after the filtering of the news channel and the relevant media, the Federation government pointed the spearhead of the bloody incident at the organizer of the Silent March, the young senator. Then he received the kind words of praise from Director Brin in the office of the president's official residence. Only then did he truly relax and return to the villa in the suburbs to have a good rest.
Mr. Hong Youming had to reward himself before going to bed. He hugged a beautiful woman sent by a certain advertiser and spent the night flirting with her. Then, he read two pages of Master Schiller's early mafia novels and fell asleep with the fantasy of riding a wild horse with a naked beauty tomorrow. His dream was filled with a wonderful red color.
In the early morning, he woke up rubbing his eyes and squinted at the faint morning light coming through the floor-to-ceiling curtains. He felt that life was like this, and it was difficult to ask for more.
Rubbing his sparse hair, he smiled slightly and gently hugged his left arm. He wanted to hug the soft and boneless woman and kiss her intimately, but he found that the touch on his arm was a little strange.
It was sticky, wet, and a little hard.
Hong Youming frowned and lifted the soft silk quilt. His pupils suddenly shrank, and he jumped up from the bed in horror. Looking at the thing under the quilt, he let out a shrill scream!
The bed was stained with a large blood stain. In the middle of the blood stain, there was no soft and boneless beauty, only a huge black head of a wild horse!
The wild horse's head was lying alone in the pool of blood. Its big and beautiful eyes were not closed. Leaning on the soft pillow, it calmly looked at him!
Hong Youming's face was pale. He angrily shouted away the people who heard the scream and came to ask questions. Covering his mouth tightly, he stared at the huge wild horse's head on the bed and recognized that it was his favorite horse. Then his legs began to tremble violently.
At this moment, he didn't have the energy to think about where the woman lying beside him had gone. His mind had been completely destroyed by fear. Thinking of the most famous scene in Master Schiller's early mafia novels, he slowly squatted down and then began to cry.
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In the early winter of the 75th year of the Constitutional Calendar, on the same cold day and almost at the same time, the Federation News Channel, from the highest level to the most ordinary staff in the computer room, experienced the darkest period of their lives. The most beloved wife of a senior manager was kidnapped, and the ordinary staff received an ordinary letter with a bullet in it. Because the mysterious cloud-like force appeared and disappeared mysteriously, and did not make any specific demands, no one dared to call the police.
Winsky sounded like a man's name, but in fact, this name represented a very famous woman in the Federation.
This woman had been the anchor of the Federation News Channel for almost ten years. Her dignified, graceful, and beautiful face would appear on the TV screen of every family at a fixed time every day. When there was a big event, she would unreasonably occupy all the time.
For example, the attack on the Linhai Gymnasium, the secret visit of Mr. Pabre when he was still a member of the Federation, the explosion of Jian Shui'er's concert, the successful election of Pabre as the President of the Federation, the revenge of Xu Le from morning to night, and then the return of Xu Le, and then the defection of Xu Le, and so on.
In terms of fame alone, Ms. Winsky was definitely not inferior to any celebrity in the Federation. She was even comparable to Jian Shui'er, who was famous throughout half the universe. She was dignified and intelligent, and her mind was clear. Although she was compassionate, she had self-control. No one in the Federation felt that they were tired of her and were willing to continue watching her like this.
In a dark cafe in the south of the capital, Han Chu looked at the female anchor across the table with a smile. He did not even blink as he watched her attentively. He slowly undid the top two buttons of his black formal suit.
The female anchor, Winsky, had never been stared at so rudely before, not even by a man. Moreover, he had stared at her for five or six minutes. However, she did not get angry. She lowered her eyes slightly and looked at the coffee cup beside her hand. She said as calmly as possible, "I don't know what you meant by what you said on the phone, but I have to remind you that my time is very precious."
Han Chu praised, "After all, you are the best female anchor in the Federation. At a time like this, you can still hide your trembling voice under your calmness. It is truly admirable. However, you need to understand that our time is very precious. I spent a lot of effort to lure away those agents from the Special Task Force."
Winsky raised her head and looked at him with a frown. A trace of nervousness appeared on her beautiful face, but it was immediately turned into a kind of fear by the gloomy aura of this middle-aged man in black. She lowered her voice and said, "I don't know what you want, but important people like you should know very well that I have no influence on the news channel at all even though I am sitting on the anchor platform."
"At a time like this, not only is it meaningless to continue this kind of test, but it is also very stupid and unprofessional. It will easily anger me."
Han Chu slowly withdrew his smile and looked coldly at the female anchor's face. He took out an envelope from his clothes and gently placed it on the table. He pushed it in front of her and continued, "Since we have found you, it naturally means that we know very well who is really controlling the broadcast content of the Federation News Channel."
Winsky picked up the envelope with trembling fingers and took out the photos inside. She silently looked at the back door of the restaurant in the photos. She looked at the broad hand on her shoulder and looked at the broad back. She couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hand, and tears appeared in her eyes due to fear.
"Although there are no bed photos, there are still many frontal photos that can explain the situation or make people speculate."
Han Chu expressionlessly stirred the silver spoon in his coffee cup. He lowered his head and said, "If the official residence receives these photos, with your intelligence level, you should know very well what you will face."
Winsky raised her head and stared at him. She said sadly, "I won't allow you to slander him. He is not the kind of person you are talking about!"
"What kind of person he is has nothing to do with me. Whether it is love or adultery between the two of you has nothing to do with me. However, I can make a concession to the naivety of women like you."
Han Chu slowly raised his head and looked coldly into her eyes. He said, "If you don't want too much trouble in your life, I suggest that you take sick leave tomorrow and not go to work. Of course, if you want to stay away from all this trouble, I can arrange for you to go to Bermuda."
After a moment, he continued, "You know what we are capable of. Even the Federation President can't hurt you there."
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The next day was Wednesday. It was the broadcast time of the highest rated show on the Federation News Channel, "Today's Federation". After dinner, the people continued to discuss the recent frontline situation and the demonstration on the sofa. Then, almost instinctively, they turned the TV to this channel.
Last week's "Today's Federation" discussed the bloody incident that had just happened in South Kezhou. In the final preview of the show, the discussion would continue in this episode. However, what surprised the audience was that today's anchor was not the gentle and amiable Winsky, but a somewhat unfamiliar male face.
This young broadcaster, who had just graduated from the Department of Media at the Capital University, nervously explained the reason why the female anchor, Winsky, could not host because she had caught a cold. Then, with a stuttering voice, he invited the guest to continue the topic discussed last week: who should be responsible for the violent incident?
Some of the impatient male audience members who only wanted to see a mature female anchor were about to change the channel. Before the old guest on the screen could say a word, the news channel directly cut to the scene of the bloody incident in South Kezhou.
From the footage taken from upstairs, it could be clearly seen that the pro-government demonstrators holding banners were cursing at the silent marching team on the other side of the fence. Then, like a tide, they rushed over, using stones and fists to launch a ferocious attack on the people wearing masks.
In countless apartments, in countless rooms, some of the audience members put down their bowls in shock. Some of the audience members opened their mouths in shock. Some of the audience members were so shocked by the bloody scene that they did not dare to watch.
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