"After hiding under the floor for four days and four nights, then he should not have eaten, and may not even have water, so I don't understand, how did this person survive, not only did he not starve to death and die of thirst, but he didn't even seem to be affected by his combat effectiveness."
"Although the group of soldiers of the Iron Seventh Division looked rude, everyone knew that they could not make mistakes when inspecting the battlefield, and since the military court had used a life detector to inspect it beforehand, why didn't they find Xu Le hidden under the floor?"
Inside the only building in the capital SAR that has been shielded from information on three floors, a member of the Little Eyes Force angrily and helplessly pointed to the information on the light curtain, waved his arms weakly, and said in a low annoyed voice: "How can we explain all this unless we admit that he is not human." ” "Of course he's not human."
Another member shook his head with a look of disappointment, looked at the battlefield surveillance that began to play, and said, "How can it be a normal human being so powerful and invincible. ” "Give up these useless literary tones and sigh, no strange creatures have been found in the universe so far."
The FBI official interrupted everyone's behavior to vent their frustration and shock with a blushing face, and said in a deep voice: "The most urgent task now is that we must calculate where Xu Le's next target is, even if we can't set up an ambush and capture, we must ensure the safety of those big people." ” "Now the statistics have expanded to thirty-seven targets that may be attacked by Colonel Xu Le, and it is very difficult to select key protection targets from among them."
The member in charge of intelligence analysis scratched his hair, cursed a few swear words in a low voice, looked at everyone and said, "There are too many political axes and big names in the federal government that have offended Colonel Xu Le. ” "That guy is psychopathic, he always feels that the whole world is sorry for him, Professor Noor, you should support my judgment."
Bedman, who was sitting in the corner, said to the famous psychology professor in the Little Eyes Army, his eyes were bloodshot with horror, his feet resting on the table casually, seemingly playing some kind of video game that required a high IQ, only the constant rapid trembling of his fingers and the bitterness of his words showed the true emotion of anger and unwillingness in his heart at this time.
The members of the room all thought that Bedman was a real pervert, and knew what had happened to him at the court-martial, so they kept silent about his words.
This silence made Bedman feel even more humiliated, and he threw away the video game controller, stood up and roared at everyone, "Don't you understand, what psychological analysis, criminal past research, combat power test are all fucking shit?"
"We know that guy has the brilliance of the charter in him, that do-it-all, broken computer is on his side, and we even know how it works between them, but there's only one key point to solve the problem" "Permission permission or permission not to strip him of his permissions, no one can do anything with that damn mouse" Bedman's cheeks were flushed, and he shook all the joints of his body exaggeratedly like an actor in an emotional theater, and his white and delicate neck burst out with green tendons because of the lack of sunlight.
The people in the room were still silent, they knew that Bedman was right, but no one could strip Xu Le of the first order of permissions, no, even more inexplicable than the first order.
Although this special unit, named Little Eyes, has the supreme authority of Mr.
President, and can even directly deploy combat troops, it is impossible for them to storm the basement of the Charter Bureau building and blow up the federal central computer, in fact, they dare not think so.
"Let's give up our illusions and face reality, guys."
The senior official looked at Bedman and sighed, pointed to the information on the light curtain, and said: "Based on the analysis and analysis of the battle data that Xu Le has participated in, as well as the assassination in this military court, we can clearly judge that he will be very well prepared in terms of equipment and spirit before carrying out every seemingly very risky operation. ” He shrugged his shoulders and said, "It takes time to arrange equipment to obtain relevant information and formulate goals, and I believe that Xu Le will enter a long period of silence, which also means that we can take a break and take a shower, which is probably the only good news we have gained today." ” A series of clashing of chair legs and tired yawns rang out in the room, and the officer finally added: "According to the instructions of the superiors, what happened today in the military court is to be kept absolutely secret." ” One member mockingly replied: "I am locked up in this building every day, and I can't sell the news to reporters." ” The experts began to stretch their waists, and some of them went directly back to the living area to take a bath and eat, and at this moment, the door painted with the pattern of red pupils and small eyes was pushed open, and several soldiers walked in with serious expressions.
Bedman was looking depressed and picked up the game console again, but he was shocked to hear the task given to him by these soldiers, and stood up angrily, looking at the high-ranking political axe official and protesting: "The mental consumption of looking at the picture is too great, maybe I will live more than ten years less."
"This is the price you promised to pay when you strongly asked to go to a court-martial," the official said calmly. ” Bedman was stunned, stretched out his red tongue and licked his lips, and the thirty-year-old laughed innocently and wickedly like a child, and said in a shrill voice: "If you can really kill that guy, it will be worth living more than ten years less." ” The HTD Bureau is well aware of the fact that behind a noisy wet market in the capital D.C. hides a black market where the carcasses of wild animals have died in the private hunting grounds of suburban bigwigs, and then cuts and sells them, although the HTD Bureau is well aware of this, but it is silent because of the greetings from some quarters.
It was already nightfall, and the small amount of wild meat had been sold out in the evening, so it was particularly deserted compared to the vegetable market in front, and the metal gate valve of an underground sewer in the corner suddenly began to turn silently, silently revealing a human head.
The surveillance head here has long been demolished because the shopkeeper is worried about being photographed as evidence of illegal acts, and no one can see this somewhat strange scene.
In the deep underground tunnel, the warm nest with a freezer and a TV was simply bandaged, Xu Le changed into clean and refreshing clothes and returned to the ground.
Walking through the underground passage where a fierce battle had taken place a few days ago, he looked at the small department store at the foot of the mountain on the sloping stone path, and hesitated for a moment to abandon the original plan, fearing that the follow-up of the political axe would cause trouble for the hill boss.
At a shop down the street, he bought a phone that wasn't cheap or expensive, and dialed a number.
On the third floor of the President's Residence, the phone next to Miss Padelle's pillow rang, and she slowly turned her head and looked nervously for a long time before she could connect, and said a word in a thin and trembling voice.
"Hey" "Miss Padelle, your father is having a very important meeting, and it is not convenient to disturb him at this time.
You know, Mr.
President needs to work for the interests of many, many people, right?"
Outside the retro door of the Oval Office, Secret Service agents in black suits politely but resolutely block Miss Padelle's request to enter.
Padelle was dressed in a nightdress, barefoot, and her right hand hanging down her waist held the phone tightly, glaring at the agent, and she didn't seem to give up.
"Take Miss back to bed, how do you do your job," the agent reprimanded in a low voice as he stared gloomily at the waitress who was nervously following Miss Miss.
Padelle suddenly took a deep breath, then squatted down slightly, and screamed loudly with an expressionless face.
The girl's shrill screams echoed in the mansion, the agents and waiters were panicked, and they didn't know what to do, the whole federation knew that the first daughter had suffered from autism when she was a child, and her condition had only eased in the last two years, and the staff in the mansion had always taken pity on her.
The heavy door of the office opened, and President Pabul, at the end of the round table, stood up with a smile and said to the cabinet members at the table: "It seems that the emergency meeting must be suspended, and it seems that our little fish has more urgent problems for me to solve than federal affairs." ” The big people at the round table burst into a hearty laugh that was appropriate to the occasion.
"Dear little fish, is there anything important about not sleeping so late," President Pabul asked gently with a clear hint of exhaustion in the corners of his eyes, but he still half-squatted to ensure that he was at the same height as his daughter.
"Xu Le's call."
Padelle handed the phone to her father, which was wet because of her nervousness.
People know the situation of the first daughter of the Federation, although her condition is gradually improving, she basically will not speak in front of outsiders, but the five words she said at this time are so clear, it is really shocking, but what is even more shocking is what she said.
The people in the Oval stood up in shock, the security services reacted quickly, and BFIPU immediately began tracking the source of the signal.
Hearing his daughter's words, President Pabul's body stiffened slightly, but he still looked at her and smiled, then slowly straightened up, put the phone to his lips, and said, "Colonel Xu Le, I don't appreciate your actions. ” The person on the other end of the line should understand where Mr.
President's anger is coming from, not against Colonel Lake's death, but because the call affected his sick daughter.
Xu Le's somewhat tired voice came from the other end of the phone: "I'm sorry, Mr.
President, this is the only way I can find you." ” President Pabul waved his hand and motioned for the agents to take his daughter away, and the retro door quickly closed, covering Padel's delicate little face.
At this moment.
The political axe officials stood nervously and in astonishment at the round table.
Cui Judong stared at the light curtain of data flowing constantly in the depths of the charter bureau.
Lee Jae-do was in his office thinking about an important issue with his eyes closed.
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President Pabul clutched his daughter's phone, his knuckles protruding angrily.
The intelligence group made a signal connection, and Xu Le's voice began to echo in the oval hall representing the power of the Federation, echoing in the ears of these big people who controlled the fate of the Federation, and these words were also spoken to those who were not present.
"The old man said that some people will always be swept into the dustbin of history.
Shi Qinghai said that the garbage will not go into the garbage bin by itself, and we need to sweep it.
Now I agree with the latter. ” "Mr.
President, I think a lot of what you have said is also very reasonable, and in fact no one in the whole Federation can do a better job than you in debating and persuading people, so I am not calling today to debate with you, but to inform you of something."
After a brief pause, the voice resounded in the chamber: "I can't tell why I'm fighting, but I've started my fight. ” In the city at night, Xu Le looked at the majestic and magnificent Parliament Hill not far away, squinted his eyes, hung up the phone in his hand, crumpled it into a ball of scrap metal, and threw it into the trash bin beside him.
The sorted garbage bins are clearly marked with the following words: toxic and harmful, not recyclable.
To be continued: