There are only two ACWs in the entire federation, one of which once accompanied Shi Gongzi to sound the Parliament Hill, and the other is rumored to be in the hands of Lin Banshan.
Rumors always have their origins, so this is true, and the ACW has been waiting in a secluded cellar for all these years until it was taken away by Zhang Xiaohua.
He knew what kind of terrifying magic that gun possessed, and what kind of surprise soldier it could play in this war, but when Lin Banshan asked him to hand it over to Xu Le, an imperial man, he didn't hesitate.
Because Zhang Xiaohua never doubted Lin Banshan's judgment.
Dim or bright lights cast from the apartment buildings on both sides of the street, and the man with blue and white tattoos walked silently among the night and snowflakes, and with his steady and rapid steps, the height of the buildings on both sides gradually decreased, the scenery became cluttered and the ambient sounds began to be noisy.
A night taxi was parked outside the repair shop, and the driver inside was squinting under a blanket, as if he was sleeping, and no one noticed that when Zhang Xiaohua's emotionless gaze swept by, the driver nodded slightly.
The owner of the barbecue stall in front of him is waving a large spoon and stir-frying vegetables, and the fat proprietress is waving her greasy hands gently behind her buttocks, as if to repel mosquitoes that do not exist.
In the streets and alleys where Zhang Xiaohua passed, such inconspicuous ordinary citizens appeared from time to time, and they used their own hands and eyes to express the unique language of the underworld.
In this way, the burly man who was wanted by the federal political axe walked safely all the way to the only welfare area in the capital SAR: Huangfengzhuang.
The so-called welfare area is just another name for the slum.
The people here have no formal jobs, have little income, rely on social welfare, receive boring synthetic protein meat on time, receive very small subsidies, live in cheap rental housing provided by the political axe, send their children to schools that the rich despise, and live in great hardship.
As described in social history books, the areas of hardship are always prone to evil.
Illegal hospitals with condoms in sewers, underground casinos with the smell of smoke and sweat, and drug dealers in the shadows of the alleys are the three most common sights in this neighborhood.
Zhang Xiaohua waved her hand to lift the straw curtain, walked into a large compound with a blank face, followed the rain corridor at the bottom of the building, avoided the tattered debris in front of her, and passed many half-closed rooms all the way.
Through the cracks, you can see that some of the people in those rooms are watching TV, some are nervous, some are only numb on their faces, some children are playing with gangsters and are extremely excited, and some middle-aged people who are being held in solitary confinement are panting and arching on the girl.
Zhang Xiaohua seemed to be expressionless and did not squint, but in fact, when she passed by all the way, she had already seen all the pictures in the room.
In these rooms, in addition to his most loyal and capable subordinates, there are many people and hostages whose clothing and temperament are extremely inconsistent with Huang Fengzhuang's environment.
There is food and clothing to meet physical needs, and those hostages are in a good mental state, at least far from the edge of madness.
After Zhang Xiaohua confirmed this, she finally showed a satisfied expression on her face, nodded slightly to the middle-aged man with a respectful expression at the back door, and walked out.
Zhang Xiaohua opened the door and sat in the driver's seat, took the coarse tobacco handed over next to him and lit it, and took two puffs gently.
Han Chu, who was sitting in the back row, frowned, pulled out a delicate silk handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, and began to cough incessantly, breaking out a few bright blush on his pale and ghost-like cheeks.
"I understand how much of a role an authoritative news outlet can play in this war, ahem" Han Chu put down the handkerchief and shook his head, frowned and said, "What I don't understand is how much of a role the kidnapping of the relatives and families of those TV station employees can play, and what if they call the police?"
"What happened in Southern Collation proves that this violent method is effective."
Zhang Xiaohua gently stroked the top of her smooth head, and after a moment of silence, she said: "If you alarm the police station, there will definitely be big trouble, but we have to gamble, bet that those gentlemen in charge do not have the courage of Bob and Wood." ” Han Chu's gaze fell on his empty right hand, his pupils shrunk, cold and terrifying like a poisonous snake, and his voice was sharp and cold: "I really gave it to that imperial person."
"Hmm."
Zhang Xiaohua replied expressionlessly.
"This matter is really interesting, the imperial prince seems to trust us very much, in fact, I have been waiting for him to threaten us with the surname of Li Feirong and the child, but he did not give me this chance to reciprocate."
Han Chu's eyes drooped slightly, and there was a very strong meaning hidden in his simple sentences.
Zhang Xiaohua was silent.
The car slowly drove away from the neighborhood, and from time to time a thick mist of high-grade tobacco spewed out from between the half-open windows, seeping into the snowflakes.
Dozens of minutes later, the ordinary-looking car arrived outside an ordinary-looking building complex on the western outskirts of the capital, and the dim light illuminated the snow flakes slowly falling above the complex, and no one could detect the heavy fire points arranged around it.
The iron gate slowly opened, and the car in which Zhang Xiaohua and Han Chu were riding, without any inspection, entered this secretly guarded complex.
The flat beamless house with a huge footprint, the thick wire bundle beside the road, the faint hum of the motor, and the white smoke from the sewage treatment equipment in the distance prove that this building complex is some kind of factory.
The vehicle stopped outside a certain factory, Zhang Xiaohua and Han Chu walked in, walking along a transparent corridor inside.
On the glass side of the corridor are several fully automatic assembly lines, countless sophisticated cutting-edge mechanical equipment, which are constantly operating in a dust-free environment near vacuum, so thin that the front end is almost invisible to the naked eye, and the lightning probe is retracted, as if it is carrying out micro-carving work on a substrate on the assembly line.
If it was Xu Le walking in the transparent corridor at this time, he would definitely be shocked by what he saw in front of him, and he might even be stunned to look at the assembly lines against the glass, because such cutting-edge trace equipment could not be found even in the Fruit Shell Research Institute.
Zhang Xiaohua and Han Chu didn't have any unusual emotions, and walked forward in silence with expressionless faces or pale cheeks.
When they first entered the building, they were shocked, but then they realized how a brain without the mindset of a senior engineer could not understand the equipment, so they had to ignore it.
In the office at the end of the transparent corridor, a middle-aged man in a full-body green filter suit is looking down at the data on the electronic notepad, although the filter suit is a little large and thick, it still can't cover the pair of shoulders like a mountain.
Lin Banshan, who looked like a senior engineer, raised his head, looked at his two most powerful companions, smiled slightly, and said, "It seems that things are going well." ” "After confirming that Editor-in-Chief Bob and Reporter Wood were in the hands of Silent March Command, I handed him the gun with my own hands, as you commanded."
Zhang Xiaohua replied.
Han Chu stood next to him for a long time, and found that Lin Banshan was about to look down at the electronic notepad again, he could no longer suppress the anxiety in his heart, unbuttoned the second twist of the black dress, frowned and said: "If it is discovered afterwards, we will join forces with an Imperial Man to deal with the political axe, and that Imperial Man is still a prince, which will leave a stench for 10,000 years."
"Ten Thousand Years of Smell" Lin Banshan raised his head and said with a smile: "I don't care about this. ” As if overhearing this evil and senseless sentence, the wind outside the factory suddenly became more violent, and a snowflake that had just adhered to the roof was easily lifted by the howling cold wind and swept high.
The snowflakes swirled and rolled higher and higher, and then slowly descended again, drifting over the fourteen-square-kilometer factory building and falling to the foundation stone of the pine forest at the south gate of the factory.
The smooth black stele was covered with light snow, as if wearing a funny white hat, and a line of words was engraved on the stele.
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"Charter Bureau's 24th Benchmark Chip Production Base."
After the bloodshed in the capital of Southern Science and Technology, the gate of Lin Yuan was unhappily divided, and the federal political axe began to search for Lin Banshan and his subordinates everywhere, intending to directly extinguish this dark force, but who would have thought that the Bermuda monarch was actually hiding in a chip factory in the Charter Bureau.
Without a doubt, this is the safest place for Lin Banshan.
The snow outside the window stopped, and Zhang Xiaomeng looked at the snow-covered statue of the five-member group on Charter Square, with a faint sadness between her eyebrows.
The sound of knocking on the door sounded, and it would be unpleasant for anyone to be disturbed to rest in the early morning, but Zhang Xiaomeng just turned around calmly, pulled her somewhat messy hair into a ponytail, and then opened the door.
This is the heavily guarded parliament building, she is the highest official of the Qinglongshan Army in the capital region, and she is in charge of the deep sea of Sike, and the people or news who will come to disturb her at this time must be very important.
Of course, she is so calm now, all the more because she woke up so early today.
"Bob and Wood showed up at the rally, and as instructed by you, the organization began a reverse investigation, and now has some preliminary results."
The subordinate surnamed the male whose public identity is the deputy military attaché looked at her nervously and reported: "According to the information from the Ministry of National Defense, at 20 o'clock at noon yesterday in the capital time zone, and at 6 o'clock in the evening in the spring city, there was an attack on the sanatorium of the First Military Region, and the attacking party should be those first seven groups of soldiers."
Zhang Xiaomeng nodded.
The subordinate looked at her and stopped talking, and said hesitantly: "According to eyewitness reports, it is confirmed that former Federal Colonel Xu Le appeared at the scene of the attack. ” The story of the young first love between the leaves of Qinglong Mountain and the heroes of the Federation, although not as widely known as the engagement between the male surname and the national idol girl, is not a secret, at least all the fish in this deep sea know that their young female leader has some areas that cannot be touched.
However, to his surprise, there was nothing unusual on Zhang Xiaomeng's face, just a soft hum.
The door closed, she walked into the bathroom, looked at the man in the wheelchair with an unnatural look on his face, and asked in a low voice after a moment of silence: "Your name is Da Vinci, Xu Le gave you such a crazy bad idea, did he say anything else?"
To be continued: