Following Professor Shen Yulin, Xu Le's theoretical physics is still a short board, but as an engineer with incomparable practical experience, his understanding and use of Hawke's law is not comparable to ordinary people.
The connection assembly system makes the transparent material baffle on the outer layer of the safe house more and more firm, and the bullet is used to forcibly draw a balanced line of the force point on it, and finally applies gravity to the joint part, so that the blow can be successful.
It is not difficult to have theory and dare to practice, the key is to have the means and ability to implement it, smash the safe house of all evils, and the most important thing is the sale of Xu Le's last fist, which is too ruthless and heavy, like a big steel ball hanging on a heavy dismantling machine, whistling over.
No matter how sturdy the safe house design is, it probably never occurred that someone's body would be able to burst out with the power of such a heavy machine.
So in front of Xu Le's fist, the transparent glass door cracked, and the slightly white cracks scattered like spider webs, and then shattered into a mess of postmodern pictures, and finally became countless broken brittle glass, and Ding Ding fell down.
Like a thousand piles of snow piled up between the two.
With such a blow of non-human strength, Xu Le's right wrist snapped unexpectedly, his face was pale, but his squinted eyes were unusually bright, without a trace of pain and hesitation, and walked towards the door.
Military boots rattled on a thousand piles of broken glass snow.
At the moment when the glass door shattered, the calm eyes of the Medellín councillor also shattered one by one, and those serene luster dimmed for a moment, and then spread in all directions, disappearing into the old and tired black pupils because of the unimaginable abnormality in front of him and the death that was approaching in front of him.
When a boy courtes a girl on the banks of the Rose River, he probably thinks of his fellow travelers in the movie, those lovers with big noses or small noses, to cheer him on.
Young people who take the high school entrance examination will definitely want to cheer themselves up for countless outstanding former brothers or the best cheating masters in the school.
When the last soldier in the tunnel of the Xilin front line held a cluster bomb and rushed to the dense imperial chariot in front of him, he would definitely think of many heroes, such as Li Pifu.
Those who are righteous and courageous, think about those who have acted bravely in the past, and those who have worked hard, but they may not have time to think too much.
Before doing something big, people are always accustomed to using a lot of mental things to improve their courage or confidence, Xu Le is also an ordinary person, he is no exception, but when he stepped on the glass snow and came to the Medellin Councillor, he didn't think about anything.
There is a young man Xu Le, he didn't think that Medellin in front of him looked like an old man in his last years, the old Long Zhong's stunned and desperate look was like any guy worthy of sympathy, he didn't think about what the consequences would be if he killed the other party, he didn't think that this was also a human life.
He had been staring at this man for a whole year, and he was a little tired and wanted to give up, but the pictures of the children in Charter Square after their deaths made him pick up the idea again.
Maybe he had been thinking about it for too long on the bench behind the snow, so he didn't think about anything today, and he didn't have to think about it, and he carried his travel bag into the besieged Foundation building until he reached the old man.
Some people think too much and do too little, Xu Le will do it after thinking about it.
He was just an ordinary little person, and he didn't even know the true identity of Medellín at this time, and what he did as a little person would have a big impact on this federation.
He raised the gun with his left hand and pulled the trigger.
After entering the building, everything was supposed to go according to plan, but there was a huge problem in the middle.
But judging from Xu Le's handling of the safe house, on the premise of having enough information, he is a very calm and capable person who can make a plan to the fullest, so at this time he is sure that there is still a bullet in his gun, the last bullet.
Then the shot did not go off, and the fierce guns in the armory of the seventh group finally had a problem for the first time, but it appeared at this most critical moment.
Xu Le muttered something indistinctly, the blood on the corner of his lips was flowing, and he threw the gun in his hand to the ground.
At this moment, Councilor Medellin had quickly closed his scattered eyes and regained his brilliance, he had experienced too many moments of life and death in his life, but there was no moment that was more thrilling when Xu Le pulled the trigger at his eyebrows.
It's just that when this moment disappears, the old and tough-hearted Medellín is ready to seize this last chance.
He didn't try to take out the gun in his pocket and shoot, because the scene that happened earlier made it clear to him that the small-eyed man in front of him had powerful and unrivaled terrifying strength in these aspects.
Medellin stretched out the pen he had been holding in his hand and handed it to Xu Le, and said in a hoarse voice, "I think, you should need this very much." ” Until this time, the Medellín parliamentarian was still thinking about why this person named Xu Le came to kill him.
If it was to avenge the girl named Zhang Xiaomeng, but Zhang Xiaomeng did not die, this old and spicy congressman never thought that Xu Le killed him just for some old things that in his opinion, in the eyes of federal bigwigs, are not worth mentioning, such as Linhai, such as concerts.
He always thought that Xu Le had invaded the Foundation building and wanted to kill him for some other reason, and that there was some kind of big interest, maybe he was representing Mrs.
Tai's will, or maybe he had some entanglement with those guys in Qinglong Mountain.
So Medellín handed over his pen and prepared to start negotiations in a hoarse voice.
Xu Le looked at the pen handed to him, his heart was slightly stunned, and he secretly wondered if he should say thank you for killing him at this time, and he also wanted to find a guy for himself to take advantage of death so calmly and so lightly, although this councilor was an unforgivable guy, it still made him feel a little emotional.
No one knows, not even the history books of the post-federation, this is actually just a misunderstanding.
Xu Le didn't have the slightest expression on his face, maybe only in this way could he stabilize his mood.
He took the pen and stabbed it in silence.
The black precious pen, with a hard alloy tip at the tip, drew a dark light in the air, like a knife from Donglin orphans playing on the mud, and stabbed Medellín in the neck with a pop.
Then pulled it out.
Medellin didn't react in the slightest until the blood on his neck squirted against the wall, crackling, and he realized what was happening.
He frowned, clutched the wound on his neck that spurted blood, glared at Xu Le, wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything again, took two steps back, tripped over a chair, and sat on the ground with a bang.
Blood kept pouring from between his pale and withered fingers, and the old councillor frowned in pain, ho-ho-breathing the last few breaths of air, glaring at Xu Le with a look of incredulity, and finally convulsed a few times, and stopped breathing.
During Medellin's death, Xu Le had been staring at him silently, staring at his face, his eyes, the fingers on his neck that were holding the wound and the blood oozing from his fingers, as the blood seeping out between his fingers became less and less, thicker and thicker, and he took a deep breath.
At this time, it seemed that he had free time to think about something, watching the person in front of him slowly die, Xu Le thought of the beautiful ticket checking ladies in the Linhai Prefecture Gymnasium, those girls whispered behind him, talking about how such a student could sit in the most luxurious box, some of these girls later turned into corpses, and they had seen it with their own eyes on the way Xu Le fled with Tai Zhiyuan.
He thought of the concert in the four states around the mountains, the children who died when they were only six or seven years old, and the innocent and immature faces of the children when they died, as well as their relatives and families, and those few people in Charter Square.
Xu Le has been watching Medellín die, his left eye can see ghosts at this time, and in the virtual light map of his left eye, the string of citizen numbers that have been floating above Medellín's head has been shattered and then dissipated, just like the previous door.
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It wasn't until he saw this scene, confirming Medellín's death, that he lowered his head and took a gentle breath.
Breathe, breathe air without you.
How fresh the air is.
However, like a balloon that has been full of air, a breath of turbid air is exhaled, and the goal of meditating and sleepless can be achieved, Xu Le's spirit can't help but feel slightly confused, and in an instant, those injuries that were pressed down by his strong will burst out in an all-round way.
He was hit by a lot of bullets, although the hard-pottery body armor protected most of the vital parts, but bleeding all the way, he was already extremely weak, and the broken right wrist that he had forgotten before also began to come with sharp pain.
Xu Le moved his sore and aching body with difficulty, leaned against the wall next to him, and sat down slowly.
In the distant S1 Planet Capital District, in front of the crowded Parliament Hill, the people attending the presidential inauguration ceremony looked excitedly at the dark-faced Mr.
President on the stone steps, President Pabul's speech has come to an end, those overwhelming words, those sonorous words, those promises that do not have too many complicated words, but are extraordinarily powerful, are like countless bells, hitting the hearts of these citizens who have placed endless hopes on the new political axe of the Federation.
The guests on the viewing platform were smiling, respectfully and politely looking at President Pabul, who was waving his arms, and what was in their minds was completely different from this solemn inauguration ceremony.
The old director of the Charter Bureau slowly closed the phone in his hand, thinking of the news he had just heard, a smile appeared on the old man's lips, and the smile was full of endless ease.
Medellín is dead.
It's good to be dead, and I'll have to give Medellín words later.
From the very beginning of the design, it was to let Xu Le kill Medellin with a pen, so he had to arrange for the last bullet to go wrong, the reason for this is that he felt that people like Medellin might not do anything in person, but only using orders to frame and the like, they can harm a lot, from the bones, not a knife and pen, it is similar, so it is more appropriate to die under the pen.
That paragraph also wants to explain that many things can be negotiated and conditional, and many people will think so, but Xu Le didn't think about this problem at all, he was more direct.
I thought it would be nine o'clock to write this chapter, but fortunately, the mood is smooth, although the health is quite poor, a lot of it was written out in advance, at this time to eat, and then wear more clothes to keep warm, saying that Daqing is in October, but the temperature is a low temperature that I have never experienced in my life, or the old saying a long time ago, China is too big, the difference between the north and the south is too big, and the federation is also very large, and the people in it also have different surnames To be continued: