Why does the whistle of the 37th constitutional calendar still make a whistling sound The Hong Kong Metropolitan Tourism Bureau wants to add a retro style to the high-speed rail, it is said that this is a very proud achievement of Governor Ross, and those passage huts that have been deliberately painted in the color of logs, have no one said that they are ugly The port is the largest and most prosperous city in the Federation, and the early morning wind blows like this, blowing through the wide straight streets, blowing through the towering buildings, blowing through the dense elevated roads and light railways like cobwebs, blowing through the sleepy-eyed young men and women, where they come out of the absurdity of the night If it is night, what kind of lights will shine in this huge city under the silk clouds, will it look like a monster, the cement and glass are intertwined at this time, it has already given people pressure, if it is a dark night, will it make people want to vomit People live according to the arrangement, especially in this city called Hong Kongdu, and I think of those young men and women who are about to lose their heavy makeup, their white is sleep, their nights are absurd, why can the air of this city faintly smell the disgusting smell of bodily fluids.
I thought about vomiting again.
Xu Le pulled the heavy black box and stood silently at the door of the Gangdu high-speed rail station.
The exit is on the lower level of the station's giant dome building, facing the large lake of the famous Federation of Port City, and the lake water in the early morning does not have a trace of freshness, but only warm, warm to the point of making people feel a little wet.
Mulberry Lake, one of the three major regions of the Federation, is the largest urban lake among several galaxies.
Across the lake with a slight white mist, you can see a large area of dense high-rise buildings, symbolizing wealth and status, the distance between those buildings is so close that it actually blocks the rising sun from the east, making this bustling city have a trace of gloomy feeling for no reason.
"What shit place."
The first time he came to the most famous port capital of the Federation, Xu Le did not have the slightest excitement, he lowered his head and scolded softly, pulling the box and walking outside.
Magnolia, not far behind him, silently watched his back and followed.
Bai Yulan knew that Xu Le was in a bad mood, and even on that silent and simple face, there seemed to be an irrepressible anger, but where did this angry emotion come from In Magnolia's heart, Xu Le these days is a young man with a calm surname and a cheerful smile who is used to facing everything, and there has been no problem on the trip last night, why did his mood suddenly change so much It's definitely not because of the two men who got on the bus halfway, and it shouldn't be the young lady of the Nam Sang's family, and it has nothing to do with the surviving person of Park Ji-ho, so where did this sudden change in mood come from Magnolia frowned, looked at Xu Le's back, thought of the pictures in the news in the early morning, and vaguely understood, but she didn't understand why the news that happened far away in the S2 area would make Xu Le change from a silent and self-contained young man to an angry young man who was extremely angry when he saw everything, and gradually became bitter and mean.
The taxi came, and Xu Le and Magnolia got in the car.
The taxi has been driving for more than 40 minutes, but it still only passes through a very small area of the port city, the vehicle passes through these streets and alleys, elevated tunnels, Xu Le squinted his eyes and looked at the unfamiliar city street scene outside the window, his expression gradually calmed down, and the trace of dryness hidden in his eyes could never stop.
From time to time, the sound of emergency news on the street is heard in the taxi.
"The death toll is now more than 300, and as rescue efforts continue, the death toll could rise to an unbearable number."
The correspondent of the federal news channel said in a trembling voice.
"No organization or individual has been held responsible for this terrorist attack."
"Seven staff members of the office of the councillor in Medellín were killed in the terrorist attack, and the councillor himself was not seriously injured."
"The Charter Office has classified the incident as a second-order criminal case, and the President's Office has confirmed that all the attackers are dead, and their identities and past files are being confirmed."
"What does it mean that a concert called peace turned into a massacre" "The peace process of the Federation has cast a shadow at this moment" Taxis stopped at the pre-booked Peninsula Hotel.
The most luxurious five-star hotel in Hong Kong City didn't make Xu Le's mood a little better, he pulled the heavy black box into the elevator, entered the room, didn't tip the waiter, and directly opened the ultra-thin light screen on the wall.
The rooms on the top floor of the Peninsula Hotel are very expensive and large, including the TV screen, which is surprisingly large, and the light points gradually condense into a clear news picture.
At the Sizhou Civic Stadium in the S2 Region, the lantern ribbons that were originally arranged because of Jian Shui'er's peace concert have all turned into ashes and ruins at this time.
The smoke had cleared, and the stands in the southeast corner of the stadium, which could accommodate 80,000 people, had been blown up, but there was not much blood in the picture, which may still be hidden in the dust, and in the ruins, the lights of police lights and ambulances flashed in the gray sky, and the anxious and sad voices of journalists seemed extremely pale at this moment.
Last night, at the invitation of the political axe of the four states around the mountains and the parliamentarians of Medellin, Jian Shuier held a concert called peace in the S2 region, which was not for the presidential election of Governor Ross and the Medellin congressman, but to repair the emotional scars between ordinary citizens of the federation and the people of the four states around the mountains as much as possible.
However, a sudden suicide terrorist attack made the scar more profound and bloody, and the horrific scenes on the news screen, the wounded moaning in the ambulance and in the hospital, the cold and gradually rising death and wounded toll, were like cold question marks, asking everyone in the Federation.
Xu Le sat straight on the sofa, his hands on his knees, silently and intently watching the scenes on the news.
He hadn't heard the name Jian Shui'er for some days, and recently the TV series on the Federal Channel 23 was changed to one episode a week, it was said that it was because the federal national idol's studies were too heavy, he didn't expect to hear Jian Shui'er's news again, it was so sudden and unacceptable.
Xu Le is not an angry young man, he has always thought that in the Linhai Prefecture Gymnasium that time, it was Jian Shui'er who saved him, he owes the other party a life, and the news confirms that Jian Shui'er is alive, he will not be too worried.
The reason for his anger was that the innocent dead and wounded on the news screens, the people who were jubilant about the new future of the Union, just left in the black smoke.
The footage on the news shifted from the horror scene in S2 around the mountains and four states back to the studio.
The middle-aged host in the studio was talking to the two anti-terrorism experts, about the specific process of the terrorist attack, Xu Le did not listen to it, and the two experts were still unwilling to guess who was behind the terrorist attack.
The Federation has the terrible enemy of the Empire, but under the glory of the Charter, within the Federation, the forces capable of avoiding the joint surveillance of the Federation military and police and causing such a horrific tragedy should be the only ones who have the reason to do so.
On the last day of last year, Congressman Pabul brought a long-awaited New Year's gift to the Federation, and the military and the federal government officially reached a settlement agreement.
"The Medellín parliamentarian is about to make an announcement."
The middle-aged anchor looked at the camera with a serious expression and said: "At such a critical moment, we also want to know what Congressman Medellin, who is the leader of the military number two but has always adhered to the anti-violence advocacy, will say to the entire federation." ” The news screen shifted from the studio back to the scene of the S2 region, and on the periphery of the United Congress building of the four states around the mountain, surrounded by countless reporters and cameras, the Medellín parliamentarian in a black suit slowly walked onto the news station.
This legendary politician was affected by last night's terrorist attack and suffered some minor injuries, but there was only firmness and calm on that old and wise face.
In the face of the reporters and the cameras, the old and infinitely calm Medellín parliamentarian did not immediately start reading his announcement, but slowly looked around.
The noise around him gradually subsided, and Councillor Medellín spoke in a firm and powerful voice: "This is the most critical moment for the Federation, and it is also the most dangerous moment. ” "There are some people who are not willing to give up the status and power they have, so they warn us with violence."
"There are some people who don't want to see peace, so they warn us with death."
"Some," said the old voice of Councillor Medellín, after a pause, with a hint of sentimentality, "was my friend, but after last night, will be my enemy." ” Councillor Medellín quietly looked at the crowd at the door of the parliament building and slowly raised his right hand: "There are people who want to warn us with violence and death, provoke us, and disrupt the current peaceful situation in the Federation, while we" His voice intensified, and he said word by word: "If we also respond to them with violence and death, then what is the difference between us and them" "I have seven companions who have been with me day and night, who have died in this shameless assassination, and I know that three hundred, or even more, have gone with them."
The corners of Councillor Medellín's eyes were a little moist, and the old voice looked extremely moving in the cold wind of the parliament building, "I feel endless sadness and guilt for killing me, an old man, and letting so many innocent people die. ” Then the old body bent down, bowed ninety degrees, and for a long time, the flashing lights around him rang out.
Xu Le quietly watched the speech of Medellin on the news, then lowered his head, stilted his legs, buried his head between his knees, and whispered, "Fuck you." ” To be continued: