The gunshot rang out, and then there was no follow-up, the Lin Yuan hall was still quiet, the waiter walked back and forth between the water corridors with a plate of vegetables with light steps, Lin Banshan put down the newspaper and began to eat and drink in silence, until he heard the footsteps behind him, he picked up the white napkin and slowly wiped the corners of his lips, and looked back.
After hearing what the other party said, he couldn't help frowning slightly, as if he felt that this matter was even more threatening to the federal political axe, more troublesome than a bullet that opened a glass flower in the window.
"The young master is clamoring to come back, and that lady can't look at him at all, she just called."
The pale-faced middle-aged man was dressed in extremely murderous black, and as Lin Banshan's closest associate, he was qualified to handle all the communication requests from Bermuda.
Lin Banshan's face was a little ugly, and he said with disgust: "Tell Feirong that if he makes trouble again, throw him into the Purple Star Sea to feed the sharks, just say that I said this." ” The man in black nodded and left the hall, for Lin Banshan's family affairs, neither he nor Zhang Xiaohua had the qualifications or guts to talk more, relatively speaking, it was the killer in the semi-comatose state in the basement that made him more interested.
The gloomy basement and the quiet and luxurious dining garden on the ground looked incompatible, and the pale cheeks of the middle-aged man in black looked more and more gloomy in this light environment, he smiled at the killer who had just been woken up, and said with a smile: "My name is Han Chu, I believe you should have heard my name before you went on a mission, since you are stupid or arrogant enough to shoot around Lin Yuan and not kill yourself quickly, then you had better introduce your identity in the most concise way."
The killer had been bleeding from the corners of his lips, a few teeth should have been knocked out alive, and his clothes had become messy and bloody under the previous torture, but his expression had always been very calm and calm, without showing any fear.
However, when he heard the name Han Chu, he looked up at the other party, saw the pale face in the dim light, remembered the terrible records in the data, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he felt regret for the first time.
Although he was a professionally trained elite with steely nerves, he did not want to fall into the hands of this man, who had previously called torture as a joke compared to his methods.
"I said" Hearing the other party speak, Han Chu smiled slightly, stood relaxed against the wall, took out a cheap wooden comb from the collar, and began to comb the already star-gray hair attentively, seemingly not caring about it, but he captured these words deeply in his mind and became a part of the database.
"Is it true that the Second Military Region will only produce you idiots?"
He shook his head and looked at the man on the ground and mocked: "If it is the legendary small-eyed special operations unit, this matter will probably be more challenging, I said can you be more professional, since you want to kill people, shouldn't you eat the information more thoroughly in advance, Lin Yuan's glass is all made of fruit shells, don't you have this information." ” Han Chu carefully stuffed the wooden comb with some hair oil back into his pocket, squatted down and gently patted the other party's bloodstained face, and said: "If the military is all elites like you, then how can the empire fight us is not an ordinary underworld, we are the most professional underworld, and what I hate the most in my life is unprofessional people like you, who have no technical content at all." ” The subordinates behind him stopped filming and whispered, "Mr.
Han, what to do next." ” "Although the front line needs cannon fodder, I think soldiers of this quality should not embarrass the Federation, and waste a little."
Han Chu stood up, his hands as white as a woman crossed and stroked slowly, watching his subordinates drag the military murderer away like a dead dog, and after a moment of silence, he looked at his subordinates who had been silent and on standby, and said in a delicate tone: "The boss said that since Mr.
President has started to do whatever it takes, it is very good news for us, because in the Federation, there is certainly no one better at these four words than us, and now that the political axe has fired the first shot, then it is the turn of the next turn to return the salute."
It has been nearly three years since Hong Youming took over as the head of the federal news channel, and during these years, he has humbly and actively cooperated with the relevant departments, with the help of those complicated new laws and regulations, to censor officials at all levels of the news channel, and to purge and oppress them by various means.
As the staff with the background of Mochou Houshan were forced to leave, the news channel, the largest and most authoritative media organization in the Federation, gradually broke away from the Tai family's sphere of influence, was absolutely controlled by the federal political axe, and gradually became the most loyal microphone of the president's official residence.
At the age of fifty, he has made great contributions to the political axe, and naturally he also has a large reward, and the luxurious villas on the outskirts of the capital, as well as the wild horse domestication field in the mountains and forests in the distance, which the HTD Bureau has never asked, are several important parts.
Whenever he thought of those wild horses who drank water by the stream and galloped on the grassland, only to become the most tame riding beast under his crotch, the excitement surged into Hong Youming's heart, and he became more and more sure that his political choice was so wise.
Because of the bloodshed of the rally in Southern California, Hong Youming has been staring at the operation of various departments in the news channel building these days, until it was finally confirmed that after the filtering and guidance of the news channel and related media, the federal society pointed the finger at the organizer of the silent march, the young congressman, and then he received a cordial praise from the director of the presidential residence office, he really put his mind at ease, returned to the suburban villa and got ready to rest, and fell asleep with the fantasy of riding a wild horse with a beautiful woman.
The dream was filled with a wonderful bright red color.
In the early morning, he woke up rubbing his eyes, squinting at the faint morning light from the floor-to-ceiling curtains, and felt that life was so difficult to have more requirements.
Rubbing his sparse hair and smiling slightly, he gently hugged his left arm, wanting to hug the soft and boneless woman over and make love, but found that the touch on his arm was a little weird.
Sticky and wet, and a little hard.
Hong Youming frowned and lifted the silk soft quilt, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he jumped up from the bed in horror, looking at the things in the quilt, and let out a terrible scream There was a large blood stain on the bed, and in the middle of the blood stain was a beautiful woman as soft as a bone, only a huge black wild horse head The wild horse's head lay alone in a pool of blood, and its large, beautiful eyes did not close, and snuggled up to the soft pillow, looking at him calmly Hong Youming's face turned pale, and he angrily roared away from the people who heard the screams and came to inquire, covering his lips stiffly, staring at the huge wild horse head on the bed, recognizing that this was his favorite horse, and then his legs began to tremble violently, and in the throbbing pain under the scrotum, the most famous bridge segment slowly squatted down, and then began to whine and cry.
In the early winter of the seventy-fifth year of the constitutional calendar, almost at the same time in the same cold day, the federal news channel from the top to the most ordinary employees in the computer room experienced the darkest experience in their lives, the most beloved little wife of the senior executive was the most kidnapped, and the ordinary employee received an ordinary letter with bullets between them, because the mysterious dark cloud-like force was too elusive, and did not make any specific requests, so no one dared to call the police.
Winsky sounds like a man's name, but it actually represents a woman who is very famous in the Federation.
This woman has been an anchor for the federal news channel for nearly a decade, and her dignified and graceful cheeks appear on the television screens of all homes at a fixed time every day, and when some big event happens, she will unreasonably occupy all the time.
For example, the attack on the Linhai State Stadium that year, such as Mr.
Pabul's secret visit to Qinglong Mountain, which was still a member of parliament, such as the explosion of Jian Shui'er's concert in the four states around the mountain, such as Pabul's successful election as president of the Federation, such as Xu Le's revenge from morning to night, and then Xu Le came back, and Xu Le defected again, so it is always the same.
In terms of popularity alone, Ms.
Winsky is definitely not weaker than any Federation celebrity, not even worse than Jian Shui'er, who is half a universe red, she is dignified and intelligent, her thinking is clear, although she is compassionate but self-contained, no Federation people feel tired of seeing her, and are willing to keep watching her like this.
In a dimly lit café in the south of the capital, Han Chu looked at the female anchor across the table with a smile, his eyes didn't blink, he looked extremely focused, and slowly unbuttoned the top two buttons of the black suit.
The female anchor of Vinsky had never been looked at so rudely, even if it was the man, and it was as long as five or six minutes, but she did not get angry, her eyes slightly lowered to the coffee cup next to her, and she said as calmly as possible: "I don't know what you mean by those words on the phone, but I must remind you that my time is precious." ” Han Chu exclaimed: "After all, you are the best female anchor in the Federation, and at this moment, you can still hide the trills under the calm, which is really amazing, but you need to understand one thing, our time is precious, and it took a lot of effort to lure away those few agents of the Secret Service." ” Winsky raised his head and frowned at him, a trace of nervousness appeared on his beautiful face, and he was immediately turned into a certain fear by the gloomy feeling of this middle-aged man in black and white, and said in a low voice: "I don't know what you want, but a big man like you should know very well that I look beautiful sitting on the anchor desk, but I don't have any influence on the news channel." ” "It's come to a time like this, and it's not only pointless to make such a temptation, it's stupid, it's unprofessional, and it can easily cause me to be angry."
Han Chu slowly smiled, looked at the female anchor's face indifferently, gently rested the envelope taken out of her clothes on the table, pushed it in front of her, and continued: "Since we have found you, it naturally means that we know very well who is really controlling the broadcast content of the current federal news channel. ” Winsky picked up the envelope with trembling fingers, took out the photo inside, silently looked at the back door of the restaurant in the photo, looked at the broad hand on his shoulder, looked at the broad back, couldn't help but cover his lips with his hand, and the dampness of fear appeared in his eyes.
"Although there are no bed photos, there are many frontal photos that can explain the situation or cause everyone to speculate."
Han Chu stirred the silver spoon in the coffee cup with an expressionless face, lowered his head and said, "If the official residence receives these photos, with your intelligence level, you should know very well what you will face. ” Winsky raised his head, stared at him sadly and said, "I don't allow you to slander him, he's not the kind of person you say he is" "It doesn't matter to me what kind of person he is, and it doesn't matter to me whether you are in love or in love with each other, but I can make a concession to the naivety of a woman like you."
Han Chu slowly raised his head and looked at her eyes coldly and said, "If you don't want too much trouble in your life, I suggest that you take sick leave tomorrow and don't go to work, of course, if you want to stay away from these rights and wrongs, I can arrange for you to go to Bermuda." ” After a moment, he continued: "You know what we are capable of, even if we are the president of the Federation, there is no way to hurt you there. ” Tomorrow was Wednesday, and the Federated News Channel's most-watched broadcast time was the Federated broadcast, and the people who had finished their meals continued on their couches with heated discussions about the recent frontline fighting and the demonstrations on the table, and then almost instinctively tuned their television to the channel.
Last week's bloodshed in Southern California, which just occurred on the day of the federal discussion, will continue to be discussed in this episode in the final preview of the show, but to the audience's surprise, today's anchor is not the gentle and amiable Winsky, but a somewhat unfamiliar male face.
The young announcer, who had just graduated from the media department of Capital University, nervously explained the reason why the female anchor Wensky could not host because of a cold, and then invited the guests in a stumbling voice to continue the topic discussed last week: who is responsible for the violence.
When some male viewers who didn't have a surname and just wanted to watch the mature female anchor in Tong Yan were ready to change the channel, the old guest on the light curtain didn't have time to say a word, and the news channel directly cut into the scene of the bloodshed in Southern Science and Technology.
Apparently from the top of the stairs, it is clear that the marchers with banners in support of the political axe are shouting at the silent marching procession on the side of the guardrail, and then rushing over like a tidal wave, launching a murderous attack on the people wearing colored masks with stones and fists.
In countless rooms in countless apartments, some viewers put down their rice bowls in shock, some opened their mouths in shock, and some were even more stimulated by those bloody pictures and did not dare to watch.
To be continued: