He Lei walked forward and took out a piece of paper from his left breast pocket. Facing the handwriting on it, he read, "Mu Fei, Liu Yucheng, Neo, Fan Yong … those who have been named will stay for investigation. The rest of the members of Small Eye's combat unit must leave the planet's surface in half an hour."
He looked past Madman Li's steel-like shoulder and looked at the gray sky. He nodded slightly and said, "The fleet's support ship is about to land."
The Joint Investigation Department had nine names named and asked to stay. Other than Director Bailey, there were six senior investigation officers and two commanders of Small Eye's special forces. These people had all participated in the investigation of the NTR unit of the New Seventeenth Division and directly planned that cold-blooded and shameless framing.
The New Seventeenth Division did not accept Director Bailey's request to turn himself in to the military police headquarters. Instead, they demanded that they stay and accept their own investigation. Some of the hidden meanings gradually became clear, and the officers of the Joint Investigation Department finally understood why Director Bailey had acted like that before.
A dangerous atmosphere permeated the field, flowing slowly and seeping along the edges of the cold steel mecha and guns, as if it wanted to freeze all the heat and noise. Director Bailey's face was slightly pale. Looking at Madman Li's face, his fingers hanging by the side of his pants trembled slightly.
He was afraid, but it did not mean that everyone in the department was afraid. The Joint Investigation Department had a rare high level of authority and directly reported to the president and the Joint Chiefs of Staff. Over the years, they had wreaked havoc in the capital ring's official and judicial circles, but they had never encountered a real challenge. This was especially true for the high-ranking officers from the Bureau of Proclamation. They had long been used to standing on the highest hill and looking at the targets they were investigating.
Neo, who had been named, was one of them.
He had entered the Bureau of Proclamation directly after graduating from university. Other than the three years of contact with the normal Federation society in the Joint Investigation Department, he had always worked in that mysterious organization. Bathing in the sacred and inviolable The Glory Of The Charter for too long, he had naturally formed the same sacred and inviolable concept of the Bureau of Proclamation officials.
He walked past Director Bailey, looked at Madman Li's face, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, but I can't stay according to your request, because my personal connections are still with the Bureau of Proclamation. Although you have an amazing family background, I think you still don't have the authority to arrest officials of the Bureau of Proclamation."
His expression was that of a smile, and he even apologized. But to say such words in such a situation, there was a sense of pride and contempt in his indifference.
The mysterious and powerful Bureau of Proclamation was the cornerstone of the entire Federation. No matter how powerful the government was, no one dared to go against the wishes of this organization. Even Parliament Hill and the Office of the President had to show sufficient respect to this existence.
This was a deeply rooted tradition or rule of the Federation. Even the Federal military had to somewhat cowardly abide by all of this. They could only watch as the technical officers stayed in the base like bosses, contemptuously commanding the reconstruction and activation of the Charter Network.
In countless years, only a few years ago in the battleship 3320, Xu Le, who had the highest authority, had acted arrogantly in front of the entire Bureau of Proclamation.
Today, in Area Y3 of the base, who had the authority to intimidate the Bureau of Proclamation?
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In the mines of Donglin, Feng Yu had educated Xu Le. In the wetlands of the suburbs of the capital, he had also taught Xu Le. The Glory Of The Charter was powerful, and its authority was terrifying, but in the end, it was still people who carried out the Charter. This also meant that the upper limit of The Glory Of The Charter's power was determined by the upper limit of the ability of the person carrying out the Charter.
Madman Li didn't know that his granduncle, who had fought against The Glory Of The Charter for his entire life, had once made a precise plan for this situation. He simply and simply carried out the highest rule in the army: whoever had a gun was the boss.
Therefore, he raised the gun in his hand, aimed at the Bureau of Proclamation official called Neo, and pulled the trigger expressionlessly.
Following the crisp sound of the gunshot, a spray of blood suddenly erupted from the back of Neo's head. Then, a deep bloody hole slowly appeared between his eyebrows, like the shocked and confused third eye of a monster.
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With a muffled bang, the Bureau of Proclamation official's body fell heavily to the ground like a sack stuffed with graphite ore. He bounced up slightly, then went stiff without feeling anything.
The clear and spiraling sound of the gunshot reverberated throughout the base. It wasn't very loud, but it shook the eardrums of the four to five hundred people a little and set off a storm in their minds.
The soldiers of the New Seventeenth Division didn't expect to see this scene, but after the shock subsided, they immediately felt an unprecedented joy. They felt pain for the innocent brothers who had died in the southwest war zone, and they felt joy for the bloody price of these sinister officials.
Inside a MX mecha in the northwest corner, Hua Xiaosi watched the scene seriously through the optical system. The corners of his lips cracked open slightly in silent joy.
In the division headquarters, Madman Li had once told them that in order to become a true member of the New Seventeenth Division, one had to be ruthless enough. That dead Bureau of Proclamation official was clear proof: so this is what it means to be ruthless.
With just a few words, a high ranking Bureau of Proclamation official was turned into an ice-cold corpse under Madman Li's gun. The elites of the small eyes unit naturally felt the complete opposite of the New Seventeenth Division.
Most of them stared at Madman Li's face with indescribable shock, trying to find a trace of ruthlessness or perversion on this young division commander's face, but they couldn't find anything. There was only calmness, or perhaps apathy.
A small number of elites of the small eyes unit who hadn't been disarmed tried to pick up the guns by their feet under this mental attack, but then they heard the air behind them vibrate abruptly, stabbing into their backs like steel needles.
Dozens of black MX mecha adjusted their postures slightly like cold steel giants. Their bodies tilted forward, and the Darlin autocannons on their mechanical arms began to rotate at high speed at the same time. The shrill humming sound stacked together, terrifying to behold.
The stance of the New Seventeenth Division was very clear. If the special forces of the small eyes unit dared to fire back at this time, then the mecha group with the absolute advantage would definitely not mind using tens of thousands of bullets thicker than fingers to turn them all into minced meat.
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Director Bailey was very cold.
From the moment Madman Li stepped out of the military vehicle, this famous conspiracy expert who struck fear into the hearts of countless important figures in the Federation government and society had begun to feel cold and fearful. Until now, the chill had penetrated his chest and settled on his back, causing the beads of sweat to freeze.
At the beginning, he hadn't understood why the New Seventeenth Division wasn't willing to talk to him, and why Madman Li was ignoring him. Only now did he understand — who would be willing to waste time talking to a person who was about to die?
The New Seventeenth Division's crazy charge into the Federation headquarters base was not to make the Joint Investigation Department bow their noble and proud heads, but to directly chop off their heads …
Did they think they could just kill him and his people so easily? Did they not need to investigate, interrogate, or even assign a crime? Did they not need to use torture to extract some evidence, or forge some evidence?
Director Bailey stared at Madman Li not far in front of him, as well as the officers and soldiers of the New Seventeenth Division who were in an excited and dangerous state. He couldn't understand this phenomenon that went against his aesthetic and political ideals.
Under the threat of death, his slightly trembling right hand reached uncontrollably towards his waist, almost touching the gun handle.
Now that the situation had developed to this point, everyone present was sure of one fact — a cold, cruel, and undeniable fact — the nine people who had been named by He Lei would definitely be killed by the New Seventeenth Division today.
One of them was already dead, slumped on the ground.
Two of the people who had been named were commanders of the Small Eyes Special Forces. As mentally and physically strong soldiers, they weren't willing to die just like that. Faced with such a cruel prospect, their gazes drifted towards the scene.
Where their gazes landed, a few of the commanders who were loyal to the death stared at the ground beneath their feet. They didn't seem to have any interaction, but suddenly their bodies tensed up, and they pounced forward like ferocious tigers, holding military knives in their hands.
Their target was Madman Li, who was standing at the front. As long as they subdued this person, the Small Eyes Special Forces would be able to regain control of the current situation. At least they would have some room to bargain, and they should be able to save the commander's life.
Several tiger shadows pounced, and in exchange, a few crisp sounds rang out.
These reckless fellows were struck by a leg lightning bolt, and were sent flying more than 20 meters away. They spat out blood as they fell into the dust, and it was unknown whether they were dead or alive.
They had charged over like ferocious tigers, and then turned into a few sick cats. That was because the young commander they had attacked was the real tiger. He was a tiger with the aura of the West Woods Thin Tiger in his chest, a tiger that had grown up on the bloody battlefield.
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Madman Li pulled back his right leg expressionlessly, and turned his head to stare coldly at Director Bailey's face. He didn't look at the hand that was reaching for his waist, but his gaze gradually became violent, and he lashed out viciously like a flaming whip.
"If you kill us, how are you going to explain it to the Federation?" Director Bailey asked in a trembling voice. "Even if you are Madman Li, no one can protect you."
"That's my problem. I brought the troops to the base to kill you, of course. Do you expect me to send you to the military court, and instill the spirit of the law in the troops while I'm at it?"
Madman Li said, "I just said that the way soldiers solve problems has always been more violent and direct, and it's even more so for me."
Area A1 of the base was silent, or rather, dead silent. After the new 17th Division entered the base, all the Federal forces seemed to have disappeared into thin air, and all the heavy weapons seemed to have lost their effectiveness at the same time.
Director Bailey looked in the direction of the headquarters, and he knew that some people were coldly watching this scene in the dark. He knew that no one would come to save him, and he sank into true despair. Then, he turned around and saw Madman Li's flaming gaze.
As if burned by the heat of the gaze, his right hand uncontrollably gripped the handle of his gun, and he suddenly pulled it out and aimed at Madman Li's body.
The second gunshot of the day!
The muzzle of the gun in Madman Li's hand emitted wisps of smoke. It wasn't to pity Director Bailey who was lying in a pool of blood on the ground, but to pay tribute to those comrades who should have died on the battlefield, but had died in the hands of despicable people.
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