The most powerful secret force against the most elite army soldiers, with the newest guns in their hands, seemed to be in a tense confrontation, but everyone knew who had the upper hand.
The new 17th Division was the trump card of the Federation, but the small-eyed force was known as the most powerful special force of the Federation government. Countless bloody facts in the past three years had long proven this point.
More than a hundred ordinary soldiers of the new 17th Division wanted to take the guns of 300 small-eyed special force soldiers. No matter how you looked at it, it was impossible.
But it was precisely in such a situation that Madman Li walked out of the military vehicle and was too lazy to say anything. He said that there was no room for doubt. It seemed stupid and arrogant, but in fact, it was more of a contempt that originated from powerful strength.
The elite special forces of the small-eyed unit stared at the young colonel who had delicate features but gave off a strong sense of oppression. They gripped the automatic guns in their hands tightly and frowned. They did not surrender. Instead, they raised the muzzles of their guns a little because of a strong sense of danger.
The situation was urgent, and it was on the verge of breaking out. It was the appearance of some officials urgently needed.
Director Bailey, who had just squeezed out an angry expression to hide the panic in his heart, saw the reaction of his subordinates and calmed down a little. He lightly coughed twice and coldly reprimanded, "Colonel, I order you to immediately withdraw your troops, or the Joint Investigation Department will arrest you with third-level authority!"
Madman Li did not even look at him. He still looked at the black mass of special force soldiers in front of him with a blank face. His eyes swept across their military uniforms and the eye-catching blood-red small eye emblem on the left arm of the military uniform.
After a moment of silence, he reprimanded with a slightly mocking tone, "You are not soldiers. What qualifications do you have to be here at the front line? Do you think you can become a soldier by wearing a turtle robe? "
The fat on the tip of Director Bailey's eyebrows faintly twitched. In addition to the anger of being ignored, he was more puzzled. As a senior official who was transferred from the Bureau of Proclamation to the Joint Investigation Department, he only needed to answer to the president and Chairman Lee Jae-do. He had a very high authority. He did not believe that the crazy people of the new 17th Division would dare to mess around in front of thousands of people, let alone hurt him.
Yes, he admitted that he was indeed very afraid of Madman Li, but he firmly believed that even someone as crazy as this person would not dare to bear the crime of harming the Joint Investigation Department, because that would mean going against the Federation, which was equivalent to a mutiny or even a rebellion!
Since that was the case, the New Seventeenth Division seemed to have charged into the base with a murderous aura, but it was nothing more than trying to regain some glory. It was nothing more than Colonel Li Feng's new acting division commander trying to win the hearts of the soldiers, forcing the Joint Investigation Department to apologize and make a few symbolic concessions.
Director Bailey firmly believed that his judgment was wise and correct, so he couldn't understand why these people were ignoring him. Even if they didn't want to negotiate for the sake of acting cool, how could he lower his head if he didn't negotiate?
Madman Li still ignored him. His eyebrows were like a wildfire that was about to burn. He stared at the 300 most powerful special forces soldiers of the Federation in front of him and said, "I know you guys are from Philadelphia and think that you are the best fighters in the world, so you are used to being arrogant."
He suddenly raised his voice and spat out like a violent flame, "But in front of me, none of you have the right to be arrogant!"
"I've been to all of your training halls and beaten up all of your masters. Before I, Wada, die, you bunch of trash from Philadelphia better not put the name of Philadelphia on your heads!"
"The purpose of forming this unit is to kill Xu Le. More than 300 people have chased after him for three years, but you couldn't even cut off a single hair on his head. Before that small-eyed man dies, what right do you have to be arrogant!"
"No matter how arrogant you are, you are still trash after all."
The more than 300 soldiers of the small-eyed special forces suddenly changed their expressions. Some of them finally recognized the identity of this ruthless young division commander in front of them and remembered the past in Philadelphia many years ago. They remembered the 12-year-old boy who humiliated all the training halls in Philadelphia.
If it were any other time, when this group of powerful special forces from Philadelphia were humiliated like this, they would definitely throw away all the restraints of discipline and use their blood to regain their honor. However, it was impossible for them to do so today because they were also facing people from Philadelphia.
The back mountain of Feicheng City was the place where the essence of the Federation had been gathered for hundreds of years. The people there worshipped martial arts and were tough and aggressive. The dozens of training halls had cultivated many strong people like Kong Wu for the big families and powerful government agencies. However, the real reason why Feicheng City was famous and feared by the world was because of that old man, the family name that hung above Feicheng City like a crown.
"My surname is Li."
"I am Madman Li."
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The 300 soldiers with guns lowered their heads in respect. Some of the small-eyed special forces quietly placed their guns beside their feet. Scattered sounds of metal clashing sounded in the field. Although some of the soldiers were still holding their guns nervously and waiting for orders from their superiors, no one dared to look directly into Madman Li's eyes anymore.
A person with empty hands was able to defeat the resistance of a group of fierce special forces soldiers with just his name. Other than the god-like influence of his family in Philadelphia, it was also because of his tyrannical and ruthless personality that had long become a legend. Who else could have such an intimidating presence other than him?
At this moment, the heavy sound of rolling tracks suddenly sounded around the Y3 area of the base, mixed with the clear sound of hydraulic jumping. Dozens of black MX mechas solemnly entered the area and immediately took control of the situation.
If the new 17th division had shown up first to intimidate them, the small-eyed special forces would have had no choice but to surrender in the end. However, no one could say for sure whether or not there would be any bloodshed due to some unforeseen circumstances.
Therefore, in Madman Li's plan, he had decided to show up first by himself to intimidate everyone and minimize the possibility of bloodshed.
Director Bailey had been watching everything with a frown on his face. No one had paid him any attention, so he had the opportunity to analyse the situation. He accurately guessed Madman Li's thoughts, but for some reason, he just couldn't relax.
The new 17th division didn't want to cause bloodshed, but why did he still feel so strange? Director Bailey couldn't understand. He watched as the new 17th division soldiers walked into the crowd and began to disarm. He felt a strange cold wind blowing between his eyebrows and ears, and he began to smell some sort of danger.
If the new 17th division finished disarming, then the entire small-eyed special forces, or more accurately, the officers of the joint investigation department, would no longer have any power to protect themselves. They could only become shivering white rabbits, waiting to be skinned alive or cut into 13 pieces and braised behind the back of HTD Bureau.
Director Bailey's breathing quickened. He couldn't just watch the situation develop like this. In order to stop the other from disarming, he gathered his courage and looked at Madman Li angrily. "I'm going to report you to the Federation government. Madman Li, you must be severely punished by military law. Chairman Madman Li will not let you get away with this!"
By bringing up Lee Jae-do's name, he didn't expect to be able to suppress someone like Madman Li, even though the two were father and son. He only hoped that the soldiers of the small-eyed special forces would wake up and remember that Chairman Lee Jae-do was this person's father. He hoped that they would regain the will to fight, even if it was just the courage to hold a gun.
However, he misjudged the status of the Lees of Philadelphia. The people of Philadelphia respected and were willing to obey Chairman Lee Jae-do largely because he was the only son of the War God. For them, the only ones who could truly represent the Lees of Philadelphia were the grandfather and grandson.
Madman Li finally slowly turned his head to look at Director Bailey. He knew this person's fear and thoughts. In order to let his subordinates complete the disarming work, he didn't mind deigning to say a few words to this person.
"The complaint is invalid because this is the frontline, not the capital ring, and not a rotten house like Parliament Hill or the official residence."
"As for military law, only the soldiers can speak for themselves."
He looked at Director Bailey and said expressionlessly, "It seems that you know very well what kind of land you are standing on. Then you should understand that it is more dangerous for you to stir up trouble on the frontline than to play tricks behind the scenes."
"Behind the scenes, you frame people and extort confessions through torture. Perhaps two or three opponents will plead guilty and be framed to death because of this. But in a place like the frontline, what you do will put thousands of people in danger. "
Madman Li's conclusion was, "So people like you should never appear on the frontline, in the army."
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There was a cold murderous intent hidden in the calm words. Director Bailey felt his body getting colder and colder, as if there was a layer of frost between his eyebrows and eyelashes. For some reason, his voice became unusually hoarse and slightly trembling as he said, "If there is any violation of the rules of the Joint Investigation Department, I am willing to accept questioning and investigation under the framework of the Joint Staff Committee. If Commander Li agrees, I am willing to surrender to the military police headquarters and take the responsibility."
The officers of the Joint Investigation Department behind him looked over in astonishment. They didn't know why the director suddenly became mentally ill and actually said that he would take responsibility. As a high-ranking department of the Federation government, any case they investigated was in accordance with the Charter. What responsibility was there to talk about?
Director Bailey didn't explain anything to his subordinates. He waved his hand and signaled for all the officers to leave with him. He would rather admit to framing the NTR unit of the new 17th division than stay in front of Madman Li for another two seconds.
This is a very clever man. Unfortunately, he used all his cleverness to frame the dark curtain. Madman Li silently thought as he looked at Bailey's back.
He suddenly frowned and smiled somewhat strangely. He took the pistol from the staff officer beside him and inserted it into his belt. He said, "Who allowed you to leave?"
Director Bailey's body stiffened and he stopped.
Madman Li said, "I said that people like you should never appear in the army and appear on the frontline. I am very happy to see you accept the investigation, but I am more concerned about how to guarantee the word 'forever'."
What in this world could be called forever?
Other than time, there was only death.
Young Commander Li thought so.
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(I know it's really cheap to stop at this place again. The original plan was to definitely finish writing this paragraph, but …)
Aren't we cheap customers? Uh, this is a joke to calm everyone down. The main reason is that this new computer is really too cheap!
I've been working on this all day today. I'll continue to work on it later. Starting tomorrow, I'll be dead if I don't work on this damn computer. Everyone, please understand.
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