There is no yellow cordon around the square, there is no beautiful man smiling and sleeping in the sun under the antique bronze statue, cheerful children are smiling and dragging kites in the sky to run, parents are happy and nervous to sit by the lawn and watch, the spring breeze and spring are bright and gentle.
Xu Le squinted back in the direction of Parliament Hill, where seven or eight construction trucks repaired the damaged stone steps and the structure of the building's main entrance, and dozens of cleaners were putting the finishing touches on the charred black of the ammunition with a transparent agent.
The dried blood stains have long since disappeared, and by the time the bullet holes are filled and smoothed, and the fireworks are carefully polished, the people of the Federation will probably forget the thrilling day and that person completely, like the smiling people living a peaceful life in the square.
"Instructor, I have to go."
The commander of the first regiment of the new 17th Division, Helei, said apologetically behind Xu Le: "There are some things in the division headquarters that need to be dealt with. ” Only through the official procedures of the new 17th Division can the members of the 7th Group be able to enter the old moon base and receive Xu Le's return as soon as possible, and for this matter, Heray undoubtedly took a great disciplinary or political risk.
Xu Le understood the pressure he was under, smiled and patted him on the shoulder, said a few words, expressed his gratitude, and urged him to leave quickly.
He looked at the statue in silence until the sun went down and the hairy dusk moon rose quietly into the sky, and the night fell on the square, he bowed his head slightly, and then began to walk along the street next to the lawn, in the direction of Parliament Hill, not very fast.
There were more than 20 members of the seven groups in the capital SAR, all of whom were present today, and they vigilantly guarded Xu Le's side, staring around with a brazen meaning like a wild eagle that might attack at any moment, and slowly moving towards him in that direction.
Such a group of people with special temperament naturally attracted the attention of the people in the square, and even some sharp-eyed people had already found the impression of the documentary from the seven groups of team members, opened their mouths in shock, and took out mobile phones that could take pictures, but they did not come forward to ask for signatures because of the serious and blatant expressions of the team members.
The atmosphere in front of Parliament Hill is different from that in Charter Square, where workers in full grey shielding suits are busy working on the stone steps, and many mournful people are holding their fists and watching the candles on the pool in mourning.
The specially made craft candles are carefully placed in glasses, which are placed on the pool, and as the water gently ripples, the stars of the night sky are reflected on the water, and the candles on these water surfaces are mixed with the stars, which are particularly beautiful and serene.
Of course, these candles are not someone remembering Shi Qinghai, but commemorating those who died on the Parliament Hill, for the people of the Federation, Shi Qinghai is just a strange but already very evil and unforgivable name.
Thinking of this, Xu Le couldn't help but smile and shook his head, thinking that the hooligan probably didn't care what the people thought.
Bai Zeming has already contacted him, and through him to release the wind outside, the press conference is tentatively scheduled for half past eight in the morning the day after tomorrow.
The location was chosen at the George Carlin Cultural Arts Centre.
Gu Xifeng hung up the phone, then frowned and said, "Boss, go back, there's nothing to see here." ” Xu Le knew that his companions were worried about their emotions and would become out of control because of the stars and candles in front of him, and after a short pause, he explained: "It's nothing, I just want to take a look at the place where the master fought last." ” Hearing this, the seven groups of team members fell into a collective silence, at this moment they basically knew the true origin of the Parliament Hill incident, and the team members did not have any tendentious views on the federal political axe or some practices of the military, but they had fought with Shi Qinghai for a long time in the distant Xilin, and the most popular saying is that they had lived and died together.
"Why should the press conference be arranged the day after tomorrow" Gu Xifeng looked at the dense schedule on his mobile phone, and asked puzzledly: "The Ministry of Defense and the president's residence, even if you add the military region, tomorrow there will be enough time during the day, and the press conference can be arranged in the evening." ” "There's something to do tomorrow night."
Xu Le explained in a low voice: "That guy solemnly gave me a task before he died. ” The team members were collectively silent, thinking that even a fierce role like Shi Qinghai could not be done before his death, and the task that needed to be continued by the leader must be extremely difficult, and it would definitely shock the Federation again.
"It's a small thing."
Xu Le explained.
After Bai Yulan was discharged from the army, she officially broke away from the seven groups, and everyone, including Xu Le, didn't want to disturb that guy's rare ordinary people's family life, and now Gu Xifeng gradually took over the role of Lao Bai, and when he was about to make a brief introduction to today's night's schedule, his eyebrows suddenly frowned.
A middle-aged man in a gray coat, who didn't know when he walked out of the dark woods on the side of the parliament hill, seemed to be unaware of the special temperament of this group of people, and walked directly towards the seven groups of people.
Xiong Linquan, who has a special gun holding certificate, twisted his thick eyebrows, the heavy gun box in his hand turned slightly, and his left hand held the special short handle h12 under the military uniform, Da Vinci looked up slightly with a proud and indifferent face, and stopped in front of the middle-aged man, and his right hand hanging outside his sleeve trembled slightly, which was the precursor of a heavy blow, as long as the other party showed the slightest hostility, these two dozen or so seven team members under the stone steps of the parliament hill definitely did not mind shocking the Federation again.
"No problem."
Xu Le squinted at the gray coat on the middle-aged man's body, and said, "Let him come over." ” The middle-aged man, who originally felt that he was about to be out of breath due to a cold pressure, suddenly felt that the air began to flow again, took two deep breaths with some palpitations, walked quickly to Xu Le, lowered his voice and said a few words, and then said worriedly: "There are too many eyeliners of the political axe, and there are at least four teams staring at you in the square alone." ” "It's not four, it's thirteen."
Xu Le looked around the square from the gap in the team's bodies, under the quiet cover of the night and street lights, those federal agents disguised as couples and families, as well as those black SUVs with their identities and officials from the Internal Affairs Department of the Ministry of Defense not far away, were all nervously watching him and his group of members who had forcibly returned from Xilin in different ways.
They are all very professional people, so this member of the four branches of Qinglongshan has only discovered four groups, but for Xu Le, who has successfully bound the central computer of the Federation to himself through some kind of lifeless means and shameless logical reasoning, there seems to be no secret in Charter Square and even the expansion of the Capital Region to the entire Federation.
"The couple on the bench is the one with chests like the tarmac.
The agent under the green silk banyan tree who smirked and pretended to be his father.
The big worker on the stone steps who can't even use the spray paint nozzle" The security formation of the seven groups of members dispersed slightly, Xu Le stood in place, raised his arm unabashedly, and pointed at those professionals in different corners of the square, as he pointed his fingers, those federal intelligence officers disguised as lovers, fathers, and workers showed shocked expressions on their faces, and immediately lowered their heads and covered their ears, they should be in emergency contact with their superiors.
Pointing out the location of the eight groups of intelligence officers in a row, Xu Le continued: "Including the six groups of people on the bright line, get them." ” The couple who snuggled together sweetly suddenly found that there was a big mountain in front of them, and the shadow was heavy, and the boy looked up in amazement, wanting to show the anger of being disturbed, but Xiong Linquan said expressionlessly: "If you want, you can show me a kiss." ” The federal agent who played the role of a good father under the banyan tree looked at his son who was playing a game under the mottled street lamp with a smile on his face, and the fingers on his waist quietly interrupted emergency communication with his superiors, and smiled politely at the people around him.
Gu Xifeng, who was standing beside him, stretched out his chubby fingers and rubbed his face, looked at the little boy who was running happily, and suddenly said softly: "Why put your family in danger, you may not know, but your boss must know that before our seven groups were turned into federal heroes by your boss, the most work we did was assassination, we can really kill people without blinking, including the very cute little boy." ” The agent's father, whose face turned pale, replied with a reluctant smile, "Then I can't leave?"
Like a strong wind blowing through the sand, the seven groups of members standing at the foot of the parliament hill quickly dispersed and threw themselves around the square, standing without any reason in front of those whom Xu Le pointed out as the eyeliner of the political axe, blocking their view with indifference or smile or mildness or pride, and intimidating their fragile hearts.
The doors of the four black RVs opened and then slammed shut, and the senior officials of the FBI's Fourth Section glared angrily at the seven teams in front of the vehicles, waving their arms and shouting, "What the hell are you trying to do?"
The members of the seven groups looked at the dozen FBI agents in front of them like idiots, looked at the political axe eyeliner with different expressions around the square, and had no expression on their faces, greeted each other from afar, regrouped together, and left the square in a dark green military vehicle.
There is no longer Xu Le in the square.
An ordinary alley in the south of the capital, I don't know if it was the dew at night, or the water marks seeping out of the houses next to the alley, which made those antique bluestone slabs wet on the ground, walking in such an alley, Xu Le naturally remembered the humble courtyard in the slums of the Imperial Tianjingxing, the pair of kind mother and son.
Looking at the electronic information he had just received, he said softly: "I haven't sat on the subway for such a long time in many years.
Sometimes when I think about it, I realize that no matter whether I want to admit it or not, I am no longer the orphan of Donglin back then, and I am no longer the little concierge of Ewha University. ” "I don't know what your life is like in Donglin, but in my eyes, you are still the little gatekeeper next to the iron gate."
Zhang Xiaomeng said with a smile.
She wore a knee-high light-colored single trench coat today, which gave people a very refreshing feeling, and her hands were in her pockets, swaying gently with her steps.
She is still wearing the black-framed glasses, but between her beautiful eyebrows and eyes, there is no longer the stubborn hardness of the year, and some are just quiet and relaxed.
Walking in the slightly wet alley, the quiet and tacit footsteps sounded and stopped sounding again, Zhang Xiaomeng said softly: "This information can already form a complete chain of evidence in the court, and it can completely send Vice President Byron and those parliamentarians and gentlemen to prison."
After Shi Qinghai died that day, the sending program was automatically activated and sent this information to me. ” To be continued: