Bermuda was a place where one needed to be ruthless in order to survive and grow stronger. At this time, among the big shots sitting in the private room, which one of them was not a first-class ruthless person who was not ruthless and treated ruthlessness as their livelihood?
However, when they saw Da Vinci, who was in a wheelchair, kill Descartes with a single shot, they were shocked like never before. They also saw that the three members of Group 7 in the private room had deliberately left an opening for Descartes to give him the illusion that he could escape before firing the shot!
These big shots of Bermuda were expressionless, but they had long been anxious. They often saw and even did things like killing people without blinking an eye. But before killing, they had to play with the other party like a cat hunting a mouse. They had to lure the other party into a state of hope and then cruelly drag the other party into despair. Even they couldn't bear it.
Da Vinci withdrew his gaze from Descartes' body and glanced at everyone in the room with a blank expression. The big spear in his hand moved slowly with his gaze, and the black muzzle was full of murderous intent.
No one took the lead or signaled.
The big shots in the box did not hesitate to raise their hands to surrender. Their movements were so uniform. Their hands were so high, and their willingness to surrender was so full.
In the past, these big shots would never make such a humiliating gesture in front of a soldier they looked down on. They had a sniper rifle outside and two guns behind them. Even if they surrendered, they would tidy up their clothes, wear an elusive smile on their faces, and slowly say their willingness to compromise.
But at this time, they had experienced too many big events and seen too much blood. They knew how dangerous the curly-haired young man in the wheelchair was at this moment. Because of the rules, none of their subordinates entered the venue with guns, so they had no right to bargain or even pretend to be cool.
"Don't be nervous. This is a personal grudge between us and the Federation government."
As the calm voice sounded, Xu Le walked into the box. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Descartes' body under the railing. He didn't show any emotion on his face. He looked at the big shots on the sofa with their hands raised and nodded.
If they didn't need to be nervous, then in the joke collection passed down by the ancestors of Li Xiaoshan, the owner of the department store in the foothill of the Federation, there would be a famous scene missing, and the students in the exam room would smile a lot more.
In fact, when they heard the second half of Xu Le's sentence, the expressions of the Bermuda leaders with their hands raised suddenly became very interesting, and the nervousness in their hearts increased a little.
This is a personal matter between us and the Federation government.
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In a literal sense, personal grudges naturally referred to grudges that happened between individuals. The focus was on the individual.
For example, so-and-so was jealous of so-and-so. For example, Li Pifu cut off Xiao So-And-So's source of wealth. For example, Wei So-And-So and Ximen So-And-So raped so-and-so's wife and daughter. For example, Li Pifu killed the emperor's master. This kind of gratitude and grudges began to ferment layer by layer until they could not live under the same sky.
What would it mean if the object of this term was not a person, but the government of the Federation?
This was equivalent to saying that Xu Le and Group 7 viewed the entire Federation government as one person. As long as the government didn't collapse, this grudge would never end!
This was an arrogant and decisive declaration of war.
The people in the box were shocked by the hidden valiance in this sentence, and then they immediately felt relieved. If they were to evaluate who had the qualifications and courage to declare war on the entire Federation, then Xu Le and his Group 7 would undoubtedly rank first. In fact, this small-eyed man had already done so three years ago.
Ji Huo's focus was elsewhere.
After a moment of observation, he confirmed that there should be no West Woods Special Forces inside or outside the venue that he feared the most. Naturally, he speculated that the reason why the snipers of Group 7 outside had TP-modified sniper rifles was because of the inseparable bridge between Xu Le and the West Woods, the little princess of the Zhong family.
Feeling a little more relaxed, he slowly put down his hands, looked at the other party, and said calmly, "Colonel Xu Le, I don't know if I can call you that."
Xu Le nodded.
"I don't know why you're interfering in Bermuda's internal affairs, but I think you should know the rules of Bermuda."
Ji Huo frowned and said, "If there was a war, there wouldn't be today's boxing match. Since it was decided that the boxing match would decide the outcome, then we have to follow the rules. I respect you and your team, and I hope you can respect the traditions of Bermuda. "
Xu Le replied, "As an outsider, I respect the rules of Bermuda very much, so we sent people to fight in the boxing match. I even participated in it myself."
Looking at the body of Descartes next to the railing and the gun of the small-eyed man in the distance, he continued, "Unfortunately, after we won the boxing match according to the rules, some people didn't seem to want to follow the rules here. They carried guns, and the militants outside the venue seemed to be gathering."
He looked up at the Bermuda leaders on the sofa and said calmly, "Since some of you didn't respect the rules first, I don't need to respect them anymore."
The Bermuda leaders in the box looked at each other and couldn't help but shake their heads with a bitter smile. The other party was obviously prepared and even had a sniper in the ambush. What could they say when the other party refused to let Descartes go?
Xu Le continued, "There's one more thing. Although our target is the Federation government, because I have some relationship with Li Wei in the opposite box, I may have to inconvenience you this time."
"Can I have a smoke?" Ji Huo asked.
"Go ahead," Xu Le replied.
Ji Huo took out a thick stick of tobacco with trembling fingers, lit it, and took a puff. He coughed twice and asked seriously, "I have a question.
"I have a question. The Conference has set up sixteen checkpoints and hundreds of guns in this area. How did you sneak in with guns?"
Xu Le replied, "This is probably the difference between professionals and amateurs."
Ji Huo put down the thick tobacco in his hand and forced a smile on his pale cheeks. He asked, "By inconvenience, do you mean to kill all of us?"
"If this is a war in Bermuda, then I can tell you that this war is over and you are all beheaded."
Xu Le calmly explained, "But this is just a tactical term."
"I never thought of killing all of you. Killing hostages has always been the stupidest choice. I just need you to leave with me and announce the end of the war. "
"Capturing us, or killing us, will not end this war because not all members of the conference are present today. And on this planet, we still have many loyal subordinates who will avenge us."
Ji Huo stared into Xu Le's eyes and said, "I know you are very strong, but you have too few people. You, or Li Wei, can't bear the anger of the entire conference after we die. This is the real reason why you don't kill."
"You can also understand it this way. My team is indeed too few. It is impossible for less than ten people to kill all of your combat troops."
After saying this, Xu Le paused for a long time and quietly looked at the leaders of the Bermuda conference on the sofa. When the air in the box was about to condense, he continued in a serious tone, "But you know who I am."
The room was silent. Everyone listened to his speech in silence.
"I dared to break into the conference with six team members and kidnap you. I dare to let you go. I am not afraid of you going back on your words. You don't have to be afraid."
"If you suddenly go back on your words after the war is over, you may be able to capture Garth City, take away all of Lin Banshan's assets, and kill my friend Li Wei and his subordinates. But at that time, I will definitely kill all of you."
"Including the members of the conference who are not present today. As long as one of you goes back on your words, I will kill you."
"Whether you hide in the most remote star region or find a backer like the emperor of the Empire, I will find you and kill you."
"Of course, if I am already dead before then, these restrictions will naturally have no power, but before I die …"
Xu Le said these words that made people feel inexplicably cold. His expression was calm and natural, but his mind suddenly remembered that when he left the Federation three years ago, he left a note to Li Xiaotong saying a similar threat.
He smiled with emotion and said calmly to the leaders of the Bermuda Conference in front of him.
"Please believe in my ability to keep my promises and fulfill them."
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These words hit the ground like a stone, splashing invisible dust and gravel into the ears of the leaders of the Bermuda Conference. They suddenly felt a little difficult to breathe, and their hearts began to beat faster.
At this time, in their eyes, Xu Le's ordinary face was particularly terrifying, and even his smile was particularly strange and bloodthirsty.
The room was silent, and the sofa seemed to be about to be unable to withstand the torture of the pressure. In fact, it was just the trembling of the Bermuda Conference's leaders who were sitting on it that exposed their inner struggle.
These leaders of the Bermuda Conference were ruthless and cunning, and they did not care about morality and promises. When they were forced into a desperate situation or the benefits were great enough, they dared to ignore the rules that had been passed down for thousands of years. However, they had to take this threat seriously because the person who spoke was Xu Le.
They were indeed unwilling, but in the face of such a simple and direct threat from Xu Le, no matter how unwilling they were, in the end, they would probably become powder under the pressure of the round stone. A casual gust of wind would blow them away without a trace, just like the ashes of a person after death.
The red leaf of S2, the little white flower of Ka Qifeng, the revenge from morning to night, the battle between one person and the Federation. Everyone in the world knew Xu Le's temperament. They knew that this person would definitely do what he said he would do, and he would definitely do it, no matter how difficult or bumpy it was.
On the iron-blooded road paved with hard stones by this small-eyed man, countless members of the Federation, generals, and princes of the Empire had died in his hands.
The leaders in the box were the real big shots of the Bermuda Conference, but compared to the names that once shook the universe but now became ghosts, they were nothing.
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(Three chapters end, I am useless again. I am useless.)
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