Before Empire's Prince Xu Le's identity was exposed and he was forced to flee, he led Team 7 like countless rough stones, coldly and tyrannically attacking everywhere, crushing many big shots to the point that they had nightmares.
Therefore, after he fled, the Federation government kept a close eye on the former members of Team 7, whether they were on the frontline or retired.
However, as time passed, the past gradually became the past, and the government's surveillance became a lot more lax. For example, Liu Jiao, who drove a taxi in Harbor City, would only see the Federation Investigation Bureau's black SUV every ten days or so for more than a year.
Until one morning, he received a business card. It was also from that day onwards that he, who refused to take a taxi everywhere, found that the traffic department did not trouble him, but there was always a black SUV behind the taxi.
He knew why — the Federation government knew that the boss was back, and guessed that he might contact the former members of Team 7, so they increased the surveillance.
Liu Jiao allowed the Federation Investigation Bureau agents to follow him, not nervous, not excited, not resisting, he was calm and silent. Then, the moment he received the order, he smiled mockingly at the Federation Investigation Bureau agents in the black SUV across the street as usual.
The Federation Investigation Bureau agents in the SUV were chewing on the synthetic meat in between pieces of bread tastelessly. After following the taxi driver for the past few days, they did not find anything strange, so they felt a little tired and bored. Seeing the taxi driver's hateful smile, they could not help but curse in a low voice.
At this time, Liu Jiao's expression suddenly became serious in the taxi. He stomped on the ground with his right foot, and his right hand, as if playing with magic blocks, instantly changed three gears in a row.
Amidst the screeching sound of tires, the yellow taxi suddenly accelerated and slammed into the black SUV!
The roar was fierce! A shabby yellow taxi rushed over like an unstoppable armored car on the narrow street. How did the driver do it?
The Federation Investigation Bureau agents in the black SUV looked at the yellow taxi roaring over, completely forgetting how to react. Or rather, even if they remembered the training in school, they did not have the time to react. They opened their mouths, revealing the bread crumbs and synthetic meat inside, silently announcing their fear.
The two cars collided with a loud boom!
The hood of the black SUV was deformed and cracked, and it bounced into the sky with a whoosh. All the airbags in the car were deployed, and like a giant inflatable condom ravaging its offspring, the agents were squeezed in the middle, unable to move at all. All that could be seen were their frightened and confused faces, as well as the coffee juice dripping from the white airbags.
After some time, the Federation Investigation Bureau agents finally cut open the airbags and struggled out of the deformed window. However, at this time, there was no trace of Liu Jiao other than the yellow taxi with black smoke and two clear black tire tracks on the street.
An agent stood beside the yellow taxi and pulled at the buttons on his shirt in despair. He could not understand why this old taxi was not seriously deformed after such a violent collision. It felt even more sturdy than the station's special black SUVs.
He held the pistol and looked helplessly at the empty street. He turned around and angrily kicked the yellow taxi, but he almost fell to the ground because of the pain.
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In a certain street in the capital of Xixia State, the roll-up door of the cake shop was half closed, and the inside was being cleaned. The employees hid in the kitchen, leaving the shop area to the little boss and the blushing female employee.
Shi Hang packed a box of freshly baked fruit cake and stuffed it into his already heavy military backpack. He glanced at the email on his phone, then looked at the female employee who was bending over to wipe the counter. He could not help but smile.
He raised his eyebrows and said, "Honey, I'm leaving."
The young and beautiful female employee was suddenly attacked. She turned around in shock and subconsciously used a rag to protect her butt. She looked at him and said shyly, "Boss... you are too much."
The frivolous expression on Shi Hang's face gradually disappeared. He looked at her quietly, then suddenly pulled her into his arms and lowered his head to give her the most passionate and serious kiss.
After a long time, the two of them slowly separated. The young employee, who was both frightened and confused, held the rag in front of her chest and looked at him in a daze. She felt that she should be shouting "Molester", but why couldn't she make a sound?
Shi Hang lowered his head again and kissed her on the lips. He then said in a slightly hoarse voice, "We will get married when I come back this time."
The roll-up door slowly rose, and the cold winter wind blew in. Shi Hang, who was carrying a military backpack, was nowhere to be seen. The young employee stared at the door in a daze. She did not understand what had just happened. Only her burning cheeks, which could not be cooled by the cold wind, reminded her of what that hateful guy had just done, and what hateful and insincere words he had said.
After staring blankly for a while, she subconsciously turned around and continued to wipe the table. The blushing peach blossom covered her delicate face, and from time to time, she would giggle foolishly.
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"Manager, is the schedule of the Galaxy Warring States really going to be reduced? We are now in a time of war. This kind of film is very popular. "
"So what if it is popular? I don't like it. "
"Hello, Manager."
"If you spray less perfume, my sense of smell will be much better."
"Hello, Manager."
"The frontline soldiers are bleeding. What's good about me?"
Jiang Jin, the young boss of the Nankezhou cinema chain, walked in the corridor expressionlessly under the awe-inspiring eyes of his subordinates. From time to time, he would respond indifferently.
At the end of the corridor was the cleaning room. He pushed the door and entered. Looking at the middle-aged cleaner behind the two military backpacks, his arrogance and indifference disappeared without a trace. It was quickly replaced by humility and even flattery.
"Master, I'm ready."
The middle-aged cleaner stood up and frowned at him. He reprimanded him without any trace of politeness, "Wearing a f * cking silk cloth. Is this what you call ready?"
"Oh." Jiang Jin did not hesitate to take off his expensive formal suit, and then took a cleaner's uniform from behind the door and put it on.
The middle-aged cleaner carried the military backpack and said, "Remember, from the moment we walk out of the back door, we will start the battle."
Jiang Jin stood at attention and saluted. Then, he put on another military backpack, took out the pistol at his waist, and loaded it.
The back door of the cinema opened, and the two men walked out in silence.
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A large pharmaceutical company in the Federation was holding an emergency board meeting to discuss what measures they should take to protect their interests in the face of the emergency medical support requested by the military.
The young chairman sat in a wide chair that was called fake leather but was actually real leather. He stared blankly at the leaden clouds and snowflakes outside the window as if he was not listening carefully.
Suddenly, he stood up. Under the astonished gazes of the directors, he spread his arms and laughed self-deprecatingly. He did not explain anything and just walked out of the meeting room.
"Aunt Doris, help me hide this from my parents."
He whispered a few words to the female secretary in her fifties and kissed her cheek. The young chairman smiled and took the military backpack that had obviously been prepared for a long time. He then went to the underground parking lot through the special elevator.
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Some people used the yellow taxi that they relied on to make a living to create a long-lost military route. Some people temporarily left the cake shop and the beautiful girl for more important things and were sure that they would come back.
Some people set out from the cleaning room with their master. Some people finally made up their minds to interrupt the important board meeting. Some people flipped over on the beach chair in the south, no longer looking at the blue sky or the hot girl.
Someone walked out from the back of an ordinary apartment in the capital. The shadow of the hat and the snowflakes covered the overly delicate and feminine face.
His gentle and tranquil eyes were gradually releasing the coldness and sharpness, so he needed to hide it. He took out a cigarette case with a drying rack mark on it and lit a 37 brand cigarette. He silently took a puff and looked at the federal officials fifty meters away across the street who had anxious expressions on their faces. He chose another direction to leave.
Behind him, deep in the side alley, seven or eight small-eyed special forces members were lying unconscious on the ground. No one knew if they were dead or alive.
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Spring City was the state capital closest to Philadelphia. The city was not small. Because it had strange mountains and countless lakes, as well as a warm and beautiful climate, it was a paradise in the eyes of countless outdoor enthusiasts.
Especially in the winter season, many Federation citizens living in the northern hemisphere were forced by the cold from Linhai State to join the army of outdoor enthusiasts, bringing an endless stream of people to the city.
On this day, Spring City was bustling with activity. Seven subway lines continuously transported tourists who came here via various means of transportation to all directions.
Many young and middle-aged men carrying heavy military backpacks came to the city one after another. They were mixed in the crowd of tourists, so it was difficult to attract the attention of the people in Spring City who were used to seeing huge backpacks and tormentors.
If someone observed carefully, they might notice some details.
The military backpacks of these people were very similar in style. They were old and weathered for many years. The edges had long been worn white, and even the surface was gradually breaking, but they were still sturdy and durable.
These people were as agile as the top outdoor athletes, but they had a calmer and more persevering aura, just like the backpacks behind them.
Jiang Jin and his master stood at the end of the train on Line 4. Listening to the sound of rolling tracks outside the window and looking at the advertising slogans made by the flowing light, they were silent. They did not talk, nor did they respond to a certain female backpacker who tried to strike up a conversation.
The train entered the terminal.
When the few remaining passengers all got off the train, Jiang Jin and his master lowered their heads. Under the cover of the dim lights, they avoided the surveillance cameras that might have failed. They passed through the simple wooden ladder in the tool room and walked down the platform.
After walking down the dark subway tunnel for an unknown amount of time, Jiang Jin glanced at the coordinates on his military watch and nodded to his master to indicate that they had arrived.
There was a dark maintenance tunnel on the left, and the two people easily climbed up. Looking at the rusty iron door that seemed to have not been opened for many years, Jiang Jin calmed his breathing, raised his hand, and knocked six times.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
The other side of the rusty iron door was dead silent, and no one could sense that there was someone there. However, just as Jiang Jin's knocking sounded with a specific frequency, a low voice suddenly sounded from inside the door, "Password."
Jiang Jin raised his eyebrows and cursed impatiently. He looked back at his master and asked in distress, "I've been out of the army for two years, what's the password now?"
His master couldn't help but frown when he heard Jiang Jin's question. He scolded in a low voice, "I've been out of the army for two years, who the f * ck knows?"
Suddenly, he shouted at the rusty iron door, "You b * tch, I'm Hu Zonghua, open the door for me."
The iron door opened.
Under the dim light, Shan Pao looked awkwardly at the middle-aged man's angry face and said, "Hey, hey, Old Hu, you can recognize my voice like this?"
There were many differences between Group 7 and the Federal forces and mercenaries. The hierarchy here was simple and clear, and it wasn't based on military rank, merit, ability to earn money, or background. It was based on who entered Group 7 earlier and who had more seniority.
Of course, this didn't include Xu Le.
There were less than six members of Group 7's oldest batch who were still alive, and Hu Zonghua was one of them, so he was Jiang Jin's master. In front of him, the hot-tempered Shan Pao was as obedient as a little white rabbit.
"F * ck, who are you calling Old Hu? You better show some respect to my master. "
Jiang Jin took his master's heavy backpack and squeezed through the iron door.
Shan Pao looked at him in shock and said, "Jin, why are you here? I heard you opened a porn movie theater in South Kezhou. You're doing well. "
There were already more than ten members of Group 7 in the room. Jiang Jin glanced at the shy young member in the innermost room and said unhappily to Shan Pao, "If the chairman of the Fourth Pharmaceutical can come, why can't I?"
When the members in the room saw the two of them, especially Hu Zonghua, they all stood up and offered cigarettes and seats. They were very enthusiastic.
Hu Zonghua nodded coldly. These former members were all richer than him, and he was only a cleaner. But in this environment, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all, because it was natural.
In the following period of time, there was a clear rhythm and a strange frequency of knocking at the iron door. The door opened from time to time, and there were people coming in from other places.
In the dim room, there were whispered exclamations from time to time.
"Why are you here too?"
"If you're here, why can't I be here?"
"Bastard, so you're still alive. Why didn't you call me?"
"Dewdrop, why are you here this time? Tell me first."
"There's no use asking him. This girl doesn't have the guts. Just wait."
"Oh, you're here too? Did the little girl from the cake shop succeed? "
Conversations like this never stopped. Every time the door opened and a member walked in, there would be such a welcome, followed by a light high five, a warm hug, and sincere laughter.
The dim room deep in the underground railway seemed to have become a reunion for the tenth anniversary of their classmates. The men who had not seen each other for a long time gathered together and talked about what happened after they parted. They guessed who would be the next person to knock on the door.
The members of Group 7 gradually arrived. Gu Xifeng was here, Xiong Linquan was here, and Bai Yulan also appeared silently in front of them like a ghost.
Seeing these three people appear, the smile on the members' faces disappeared. They threw away the cigarettes in their hands and automatically lined up without any instructions. They then stood at attention and saluted.
Lao Bai, Da Xiong, and Fei Gu were the three most senior men in Group 7.
The iron door opened for the last time, and a man carrying a heavy military backpack walked in, panting. He pulled the heavy metal door with force and then turned around. He squinted his small eyes at the crowd and said, "Long time no see."
"Boss!"
The surprised responses of the members rang out in the room, and then it quickly fell into a deathly silence.
Xu Le narrowed his eyes and looked at these fellows whom he had not seen in three years. He found that in the dim light, these fellows' eyes were round and bright, like the eyes of a stray cat in a mine. There was a lot of expectation hidden in them.
The members had gathered in this city's subway from all over the world. They did not know what they were going to do, and for the time being, they had not found a common goal, but they had come and seen it. It was inevitable that there would be some desire in the depths of their hearts.
The members of Group 7 longed for their boss to return to the Federation and tell them that he had been persecuted by the government and forced to leave his homeland. Today, he would wear a battle robe and righteously take back his identity and glory as a hero of the Federation.
So they looked at the man at the door with nervousness and expectation. No one spoke for a long time.
Xu Le knew what these fellows wanted to hear the most, but he could only scratch his head and say with a self-deprecating smile, "I am indeed a citizen of the Empire."
A wave of disappointed sighs rang out in the room. The members were somewhat dejected. Someone said bitterly, "Boss, it's rare to see each other. Can't you say something to cheer us up?"
Liu Jiao shook her head and looked at Xu Le seriously. "Boss, this matter is really your fault. How can you be a citizen of the Empire? This matter is too hurtful. "
"This matter is mainly my parents' fault. I really don't have much right to say."
Xu Le explained with a wry smile, and then he took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket. With a flattering smile, he spoke to the members in the room one by one.
The room was still quiet. The members were quite provoked by the smile on his face. How could they dare accept it just like that? They hurriedly responded with even more flattering smiles, and then took the cigarettes with both hands and carefully lit them.
Just like that year, when Team 7 had just finished a tragic mission of laying a net on planet 3320, the members were smoking in silence in the barracks. The smell was still the same.
The tradition of smoking the Blue Box 37 brand cigarettes started back at Ewha University. Shi Qinghai passed it to Xu Le through the metal door, and then Xu Le brought it to Team 7. It gradually became a habit that could not be kicked. No matter how rich these members were now chairmen or managers, or how much money they had, they were still used to smoking this kind of cigarette.
The pungent and dazzling smoke began to fill the air. The smell of smoke in the dim room entered the lungs of everyone, and the atmosphere gradually became somewhat quiet.
This kind of collective unconscious memory review was the best way to solidify combat camaraderie and improve unity and fighting spirit. However, a certain someone in the room purely thought that this was a waste of time. It was boring and hypocritical to the extreme.
"Today is the day of my son's winter kindergarten exam. I didn't come all the way here to listen to you reminisce about the past."
Bai Yulan looked at everyone and said softly, "Let's start the roll call immediately."
His voice was still soft, but the members who heard this felt a chill run down their spines. They could hear the impatience in his voice, so they quickly extinguished their cigarettes and started counting off. Xu Le also awkwardly withdrew his right hand that was passing the cigarettes.
What the members of Team 7 feared the most was never the powerful Xu Le, nor was it the violent Xiong Linquan. Instead, it was Bai Yulan who spoke softly like a girl.
The roll call ended very quickly.
What was unexpected but also expected was that the members of Team 7 were all present after three years. This fact made Xu Le, and even the members themselves, feel incomparably moved and incomparably vigorous.
"As usual, let's start the pre-battle mobilization."
After Bai Yulan finished speaking, she quietly stood beside Xu Le, slightly behind him, just like how she did every time they gathered.
Until now, he had not spoken to Xu Le, and had not even looked at him. However, he was so familiar with the position of personal secretary and assistant that he only needed one step to return to his original position.
"Old rules of Team 7. Before every battle, we must first solve a problem. Why are we fighting, and how are we fighting?"
Xu Le looked at the members in the room and said, "Today's battle mobilization is relatively simple. In summary, it can be summed up in one sentence."
"Our comrades, our brothers, were killed by some important people in the Federation government. They did not die on the battlefield, but in a conspiracy."
"I don't agree with this way of dying, so I came back to gather everyone and ask for an explanation for them."
The room fell into silence again. No one doubted Xu Le's words, because Da Xiong and Fei Gu were beside him with dignified expressions. There were countless scenes of past battles as proof.
"Who is the target of revenge?" A member asked in a deep voice.
Xu Le narrowed his eyes and replied, "The Federation government, President Pabre."
"This is strong, we can do it." A member replied.
Xu Le did not say any more nonsense. He lowered his head and twisted the outer plate of his watch. He ordered in a deep voice, "After the data synchronization, immediately distribute the equipment."
The members neatly lifted their sleeves, activated the relevant firmware on their watches, and began to synchronize the data of the infantry team.
After the data synchronization, they opened their heavy military backpacks and put on the equipment. The same model of hard ceramic bulletproof vest and single helmet, which had been there for three years, did not have the slightest bit of wear.
"The seven precise electronic maps, the relevant information, the details of the action plan, and the combat assignment are all here."
Bai Yulan lowered her head and looked at the data displayed on the small hologram on her wrist. After confirming the data synchronization, she raised her head and said softly, "The goal of this action is revenge, not sacrifice, so you must live."
His gaze fell on Hu Zonghua, whose face was full of whiskers. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "So, if those guys who used to think they were very fierce on the battlefield and refused to wear bulletproof vests secretly took out the hard ceramic shards this time, don't blame me for being rude."
Hu Zonghua, the janitor who had always been arrogant and cold in front of the manager and members, was now as honest as a lump of dry mud in front of Bai Yulan. He laughed and said, "Magnolia oil, that thing is really heavy, it's not good for my climbing performance."
In Group 7, one could tell the identity of each other from the way they addressed each other. Everyone called Xu Le Boss, only Bai Yulan called him Boss. The ordinary members had to respectfully call Bai Yulan Lao Bai, and only the real senior members would call him Magnolia oil.
Bai Yulan was too lazy to pay attention to him. She began to carefully inspect the equipment of the members. Xiong Linquan dragged out two boxes from the depths of the room, took out a gun from the box, and explained to everyone, "TP-modified sniper rifle, it's very useful."
No one in the room spoke again. The members carefully disassembled and assembled the gun, checked their equipment, and put on their bulletproof vests.
Shi Hang sneakily came to Xu Le's side, half-squatted, and took out a box of cake from his military backpack. He lowered his voice and said in his ear, "Boss, I now open a cake shop. This is a gift to you. You can try it later."
After a while, Jiang Jin also sneaked to Xu Le's side, like a thief, took out a disc from his pocket, and said, "Boss, this is the 3D * * * * * * that just came out. The Federation hasn't released a pirated version yet, and the Empire definitely won't see it either. I opened my own cinema, and this is a gift to you. You can enjoy it when the war is over."
The young chairman of the Fourth Pharmaceutical Company sneaked behind Xu Le. At this time, the expression on his face was unusually nervous and excited. There was no trace of the cold and strong look on his face at all.
Without waiting for Xu Le to ask, he forced a medicine bottle into Xu Le's pocket and carefully said in the lowest voice possible, "Boss, this is the latest medicine from the pharmaceutical company. It has already passed the clinical trials, but because of the market, it definitely won't be released in the next three years. I brought it especially for you."
After a pause, he chuckled and said, "This medicine is especially helpful for that kind of ability. Everyone knows that your time is too short."
Bai Yulan walked over and looked coldly at the young chairman of the Fourth Pharmaceutical Company. She said, "It seems that you have a lot of free time. Coincidentally, Fatty Gu needs someone to help him make the explosives. Go over."
Xu Le, with a somewhat complicated expression, looked at Bai Yulan silently for a moment, then opened his arms and asked, "Shouldn't the two of us hug?"
Bai Yulan subconsciously brushed her non-existent hair with her fingers and looked at his shirt pocket. Her gaze seemed to be able to see through the bulletproof vest and saw the small medicine bottle. She directly shook her head to express her refusal.
Xu Le opened his arms and said innocently, "A team member wants to be close to me. It's not good for me to refuse."
"Boss, in the past, you always laughed at me for being like a woman."
Bai Yulan looked at his left chest and said softly, "Now, my son is three years old. It turns out that some people need the help of medicine more than I do."
Xu Le said angrily, "Just once! The problem is, it was just once. How did the whole team know? Who told them? "
"Don't look at me. It wasn't me who said it." Bai Yulan replied expressionlessly, "That year, in the snow camp on planet 5460, Mr. Shi dragged you and me to drink. You said it yourself after you drank too much. As for how the team members knew, you have to ask Mr. Shi."
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From Xiong Linquan and Gu Xifeng, the team members knew what had happened on planet Mo Hua and the details of the conspiracy in the southwest theater.
They silently looked at the pile of shiny metal ID cards on the ground. They knew that each metal ID card represented the soul of a brother.
"Big Bear, where's Da Vinci?" a team member suddenly asked.
"He has his mission, just like we have ours," Xu Le replied. "What we need to do now is wait for the order to attack."
The team members silently cleaned up their guns and prepared the ammunition. They silently memorized the attack route in their minds. They didn't know when or where the order to attack would come from. They only knew that they were going to attack.
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In a heavily guarded building in the capital, as the iron door painted with the picture of a small blood red eye slowly opened, an angry roar came from inside.
"All 27 surveillance targets are missing! What are you doing? You can't even intercept one person! You don't even know where they are now! What is the government paying you people for? "
The former director of the First Military Region's Special Warfare Department, Ji Chang, was now the commander of the Joint Investigation Department. No matter what position he was in, everyone in the government knew that this general was President Lee Jae-do's most loyal subordinate.
In order to fight for the control of this department with extremely high authority, the Federal military and the Bureau of Proclamation had secretly fought many times. In the end, because of Lee Jae-do's strength, the department fell into the hands of the military.
Today, Ji Chang no longer had his usual steady and calm appearance. His hair was messy, his eyes were bloodshot, and his calloused hands kept slamming on the table. He stared at all his subordinates and sternly reprimanded them.
"That's twenty-seven people, not twenty-seven mosquitoes. How could they just disappear without a trace like that? Your small-eyed Special Warfare Department has always boasted that you are the strongest elite in the Federation. How could you not even deal with these retired soldiers? "
No one in the command hall dared to answer the general's furious reprimand. However, except for the small-eyed Special Warfare Department's colonel, who was ashamed, many officials did not take it seriously, secretly thinking that those were the legendary Seven Group.
General Ji Chang forcibly suppressed his excitement and said, "The Federation Investigation Department is a bunch of useless people. Then what about the Bureau of Proclamation? How come even you can't find where they are? I remind you that Mr. President and President Lee Jae-do are now very concerned about this matter. If you still can't complete the location in two hours, I have to suspect that your intentions are very suspicious. "
An official walked to his side and reminded him, "Although there is no sign that those rebels are approaching, for the sake of safety, shouldn't we strengthen the defense measures over there?"
After thinking for a moment, Ji Chang nodded and said in a low voice, "Let Chundu pay attention to it. If … the situation changes, let them know what to do. Terrorist exchanges always cause innocent casualties."
At this time, the official of the Bureau of Proclamation finally broke the silence. Wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, he explained in a low voice, "The bureau received the application from the government and immediately started the chip location work. But I'm very sorry that just last night, a program section of the Charter computer suddenly had some problems, so the location work can't be completed until now."
General Ji Chang looked at him coldly and said, "The great Charter computer also has problems? Are you laughing at my IQ or challenging the patience of the government? "
The official of the Bureau of Proclamation shook his head and insisted on his explanation. He said, "This situation has happened before. At least as far as I know, it happened once five years ago and once four years ago."
"I don't care about that!" General Ji Chang slapped the table and shouted, "I want results. Do you understand?"
The retired soldiers of Group 7 had all disappeared. It was easy to guess that those ferocious fellows were hiding because they were preparing for something big. He, who was under pressure from both the president's residence and the military, was on the verge of collapsing.
His chest rose and fell rapidly. Looking at the hundreds of subordinates in the hall, he said in a cold voice, "The traitors of the silent march have already entered the capital special district two hours ago. Those shameless bandits from Group Seven might've already met up with that Imperial Prince even earlier. "
"Everyone, the Federation is in danger right now. If we can't find out their evil intentions, we will be nailed to the pillar of sin in history, and we will never be able to come down!"
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The Federation government's supervision of the veterans of Group 7 might have been lax in the past, but after the black cloth on Planet Mo Hua was lifted, and after Xu Le confirmed that he had returned to the capital ring, the supervision became very strict.
Under such circumstances, no matter how confident the mysterious Bureau of Proclamation was, it was impossible for them to deliberately delay the work of locating the chip in the face of the demands of the Federation government and the military. Besides, Director Cui Judong knew very well that he was definitely one of the targets of Xu Le and Group 7's revenge.
Therefore, the official of the Bureau of Proclamation was not lying. The reason why The Glory Of The Charter had not been able to find the traces of the twenty-seven members of Group 7 was indeed that the Charter computer deep underground had some problems since last night.
The staff of the Bureau of Proclamation, who rarely went to the deepest part of the underground, were now busy around the computing core and the huge two-dimensional light beam like ants.
However, when they looked at the chaotic and noisy green data streams on the light beam, they were as confused as ants looking at Schiller's works. They did not understand what those jumping data streams meant at all.
In the entire universe, only the Charter computer itself, the remnants of a broken spaceship hidden in the asteroid belt, and the genius on the spaceship who escaped from the asylum knew the truth.
This was a silent but extremely dangerous battle. This battle took place in the silent space between countless streams of data, between two great mechanical life forms that had not been seen for a long time.
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In the middle of winter, the procession that had slowed down for a long time finally walked into the capital special district. The crowd wearing black masks, accompanied by the snowflakes, gathered in front of the George Carlin Art Center.
The silent crowd, the vigilant military police, the long yellow warning line, and the countless cameras of the media were like frozen pictures.
As a female member of parliament on the podium raised her arms and shouted, the mood of the venue gradually became excited. Then, under the confused gazes of countless eyes, a wheelchair was slowly pushed onto the podium.
On the wheelchair was a soldier in a military uniform with countless heavy military medals on his chest. His legs were amputated, but he still sat as straight as steel.
He looked at the gray snowy sky and slowly narrowed his eyes. Then, he looked at the people below the podium and the Federation behind the camera and said in a hoarse voice:
"My name is Da Vinci, and I come from Group 7, which has been forgotten by people. Today, I want to tell you a story, but before that, I want to say something. "
"F * cking Federation, long time no see."
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