Why do you have to be an empire?
Xu Le took a puff of his cigarette and replied with a smile: "Mr.
Editor-in-Chief, it doesn't matter if I want this matter, it's not that I want it, but I have to ask for it, everyone has no way to choose their own birth." ” The Wood reporter, who was drowsy because of airsickness, just added a comment: "There is no way to choose your own death." ” "That's it."
Xu Le looked at the two thin news people, and after a pause, he suddenly said: "About the story between the empire and the federation, can we talk about it when we have a chance in the future?"
Snowflakes slowly fell on the George Carlin Art Center, and when the relevant gendarmerie department in charge of enforcing military discipline arrived there, Da Vinci, who was in a wheelchair, had already disappeared silently.
The people, still immersed in grief and anger, consciously or unconsciously obstructed the actions of the political axe, and even bumped the gendarmes around in a very provocative way, like a sea of anger teasing a lone fishing boat.
"Hand over Bob Editor-in-Chief" "Hand over the Wood Reporter" "Dissolution of the Joint Investigation Division" "Restart the Ancient Bell Investigation" "Investigating front-line intrigue" "Repeal the Patriot Act" "Ending a world ruled by the secret police" "President Pabur steps down" The red-faced female speaker on the rally stage used exaggerated and professional body language and a hoarse but sincere voice to loudly complain to the lead-gray sky, and tens of thousands of angry protesters in the audience waved their fists and made a loud response.
Demonstrations and rallies have always been an extremely long form of entertainment, because they are so long that the enthusiasm of the people can easily be consumed by the cold weather and the repetition of dryness, but the near-perfect flow control of the Silent March Command, the excellent emotional incitement of the speakers, and the response of the determined core members have not happened.
When the spring twilight receded about four hours later, the capital region ushered in a pale gray evening, and the rally's shouts for Bob Wood's release still echoed, and from time to time someone read aloud the famous special issue.
At this moment, an ordinary military vehicle drove to the southeast corner of the rally site, and two middle-aged men wearing black trench coats and hats slowly walked onto the podium with the support of the staff of the Silent March Headquarters.
The noise in front of the George Carlin Center for the Arts was silenced, and people wearing scarves looked at the stage in confusion, trying to recognize who it was.
The Capital Police Department, which is responsible for supervising the scene and maintaining order, learned the identities of the two middle-aged people as soon as possible, because in their remote camera system, the two emaciated faces were so clear.
"Bob Editor-in-Chief Wood: Reporter How They Got Here" The people at the rally also recognized the identities of the two middle-aged men, and they turned their heads in shock and excitement to tell their companions that like the officers of the police headquarters, they did not know why the two news celebrities arrested by the political axe under the name of the Patriot Act suddenly appeared at the rally.
Earth-shattering cheers resounded in front of the art center.
At the outskirts of the crowd, the chief of the Capital SAR Police Department looked at a senior official of the Joint Investigation Department, whose face was even more ugly, and said angrily: "Are you crazy and want us to arrest them at this time?"
"I know they are fugitives, but please keep your eyes open and take a look, there are tens of thousands of angry people at the scene, and if our police dare to go into the crowd and read the arrest warrant, maybe they will be torn to pieces in the next moment" The Administrator General, who is highly experienced in dealing with the situation, knows very well what the two journalists who are now on the podium to talk about their tragic life in prison mean to the Federal Axe and His Excellency the President, but he knows better that if the anger of the people in the rally is provoked at this time, things will become even more out of control.
So he refused the other party's order without hesitation, and said with a gloomy sneer: "According to the Patriot Act, only you have the right to arrest prisoners, and in fact they escaped from you. ” The meaning of this sentence is very clear, the arrest of the other party is the hands and feet of the joint investigation department, and it is the fault of the joint investigation department to let the other party escape and enter the rally site, so it is naturally your responsibility to solve this matter.
The high-ranking official stared at him fiercely, looked back at the Wood reporter who was speaking on the stage, and the fists hanging on the sides of the trench coat couldn't help but tremble slightly.
No one had the guts to order the soldiers of the small-eyed special operations unit to shoot at the tens of thousands of people who were cheering, so he could only watch and wait to be burned to ashes by the anger of the president and Chairman Lee.
"Repeal the Patriot Act" "March to the Supreme Court" "Long live the Charter" "Long live the seven groups" As night fell, snowflakes fell desperately at the darkest of the sun, and the temperature dropped a few degrees lower, but the atmosphere in front of the George Carlin Center for the Arts had become extremely frenetic, with excited crowds shouting slogans around Editor-in-Chief Bob and Reporter Wood.
The silent march reached the final stage of the battle, and the good people who tried to repeal the Patriot Act welcomed two of the most authoritative and powerful comrades-in-arms, but the night had begun, and the march to the Supreme Court could only be a matter of tomorrow.
So the people who were full of fighting enthusiasm and optimism began to dance and sing in the open space in front of the art center, and they were ready to party all night, and no one wanted to leave to rest, because they knew that only with the bodies of tens of thousands of companions could they protect Bob and Wood in the middle.
A bright pillar of light suddenly illuminated the podium, and the crowd, who thought it was a searchlight of the Union military police, twitched, and then quickly turned into even more fervent cheers.
Jian Shui'er, a long-lost national idol, appeared under the bright pillar of light, wearing a simple and simple blue cloth uniform, holding a microphone and waving to tens of thousands of people to greet with a smile.
The same battle requires different weapons, because the people who participate in the battle are always different at what they are good at.
Someone will shout with a gun and rush to a dangerous enemy camp, such as Group Seven; Some people will frown and hold a pen on the paper and keep copying, like Bob and Wood; Some people seem to sit silently and calmly in the command center, but in fact, they do their best to arrange all the strategies, such as Tai Zhiyuan.
More ordinary people choose to cast their ballots with their feet and express their attitudes with their bodies, such as the cheering crowd at the rally at this time.
Jian Shui'er is no longer an actress, but a singer, so she didn't say too many enthusiastic words of encouragement, didn't play the goddess who summoned the people to fight, just sang a song with a very serious attitude.
The first line of the song is: "When we discover the truth of life, but still love it as we did yesterday, we are heroes." ” Outside the black-pressed crowd, under an inconspicuous cold-resistant redwood tree, Xu Le, who was wearing a sports windbreaker, raised the brim of his hat on his forehead slightly, and looked at the unforgettable beautiful face on the stage through the sea of thousands of people and smiled slightly.
Standing under the tree, he quietly listened to the woman's clear and charming singing, full of serene and resolute emotions, and felt indescribable in his heart, just like the first time he heard the song written for him last year.
As the singing faded away, Xu Le lowered the brim of his hat again, turned around in silence, and walked towards the quiet neighborhood that contrasted with the bustling crowd.
Sending Bob and Wood to Tai Zhiyuan's hands, the seven groups were disbanded and evacuated on the spot, divided into three parts to carry out each other's tasks.
He believed that the thin guy who often coughed must have a way to keep Bob Wood safe, so he left with peace of mind.
The cold wind gradually rose in the quiet block, which was particularly biting, and now Xu Le naturally didn't have to worry about being frostbitten or cold by low temperature, he still subconsciously turned up his collar to block his neck, and then put his hands to his lips and took a sip of heat.
On both sides of the building there are bright and warm houses, in which there are the cheerful sounds of children playing, the whimpering of cats fighting, and the rooms with black lights, and I wonder where the owners of those rooms have gone, whether they are in the crowd in front of the George Carlin Art Center.
There is a nondescript convenience store around the corner in front of it, and the door is hung with a festive New Year's lamp, which has been hung for a while, covered with a thick layer of ash, which looks a little old, and the store is dimly lit.
Xu Le walked in, brushed past a burly man, took out change from his pocket, put it on the counter, and said, "I want a blue box Sanqi." ” The man seemed to have bought all the goods he needed and turned to leave, his extremely tall and burly stature making him have to bow his head as he passed the old lamp.
The boss took the change, turned around and stepped on the small bench and began to look for cigarettes, Xu Le's eyes fell on the glass of the shelf, and looked at the burly man who walked out of the door with a reflective light, and noticed that this person lowered his head for a moment, and the back of his neck showed hideous tattoo petals.
"Thank you."
Taking the cigarette, Xu Le lowered his body and picked up a heavy black long box at his feet, and his movements were extremely casual, as if he had brought it in by himself just now.
He walked out of the convenience store with a long black box and disappeared into the night of the capital d.C.
The black box is not a violin, not a flute.
It's a gun, a big gun.
The hideous tattoo petals on the back of the neck actually extend from the back to the waist, and the branches and leaves stretch out and have deep blue marks, which are only part of the pattern of a large tattoo flower.
The burly man with such a terrifying blue and white tattoo on his body has an extremely delicate name: Zhang Xiaohua.
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This underworld giant in Southern Science has strength and dignity that cannot be underestimated, and a character like him, no matter what era or current situation he is in, can have his own exclusive country and style.
However, since he left prison and entered Bermuda, after meeting a peer named Lin Banshan, he was willing to become the other party's assistant and arm, silent and quiet, and only used strong violence when the other party needed it.
In the seventy-fifth year of the Xian calendar, Lin Banshan returned to the federation from Bermuda with all the elites, and he wanted to fight against the political axe with reckless force, and Zhang Xiaohua did not hesitate to follow.
He turned his hands into blood in the capital of Southern Science and Technology, ran thousands of miles in a frozen fish truck, shot through the armored car outside Lin Yuan, and then handed over the gun to Xu Le tonight.
To be continued: