The small piece of porcelain slid across the cheeks like white porcelain without making any sound, but when this scene fell in the eyes of Xu Le and Zou You, they seemed to have heard the most trembling movement.
The girl's face was like jade, indifferent as ice, and a trace of blood suddenly appeared on the top. There is no woman who doesn't care about her appearance. Although the wound under the ear is not disfiguring, the meaning contained in this stroke has successfully shocked the audience.
With such an extremely cold move, Zou Yu told everyone in the field that she is now a lunatic, and she is not afraid of death at all. How can a person who is not afraid of death be someone who can be influenced by others
Xu Le and Zou You felt cold all over, looked at her face blankly, and listened to what she said with a faint smile, their hearts tightened a little, and they felt that the temperature in the tea house had dropped a little.
Zou You's face was pale, his fists hanging beside the military uniform were clenched tightly, and he couldn't tell the distress, anger and fear. He only discovered today that the younger sister who was held in the palm of his hand by his family in front of him could be so strong. Brother and sister were heart-to-heart, looking at the wound and blood on her face, he subconsciously took a step forward, but finally stopped under Zou Yu's icy gaze.
"Send her to the hospital quickly." Zou You yelled at Xu Le hurriedly and angrily.
Xu Le helped Zou Yu to walk out of the tea house.
The soldiers who were knocked to the ground in the tea house finally stood up with difficulty. They frowned and looked at the back of the young man who disappeared at the door. They knew that Xu Le's shot was very measured, otherwise they would never be able to stand up again, and the soldiers of the Federation, the most admired are strong people, young people who can knock down so many of their own in such a short period of time. , of course not ordinary people.
They suddenly thought that if the young lady followed such a man, it would not be too much of a disadvantage.
On the ultra-thin light screen in the living room of the apartment, 24-hour news is playing. The most important thing in the sixty-seventh year of the constitutional calendar is of course the presidential election. Although the current election has not yet been in full swing, the seven pairs of presidential candidates have already begun to seize every opportunity to appear and explain themselves to federal voters. political program, views on various aspects, and tireless image-building.
There is no doubt that Congressman Pabble and Jingzhou Governor Ross, who are currently far ahead in the polls, have become the most likely candidates for the next president in the minds of the media and the public. Attention and focus are on these two rivals. . At the moment of the great reconciliation within the federation and the unanimous response to the threat of the empire, the two people who have the Qinglongshan reconciliation agreement and the majority of the people in the four states around the mountain as political capital have left other competitors far away. a piece.
Xu Le sat on the single sofa, squinting at the news. His attention was not on the dark-faced Congressman Pabble. Although he admired this fellow politician, he just stared closely at Governor Ross, the calm-faced old man who seemed very trustworthy. .
Medellin MP.
It was the sudden participation of the Medellin Congressman that allowed Governor Ross to gain the support of most of the people in the four states around the mountains in S2. The federal congressman who was born in the anti-government army has an unshakable position in the hearts and minds of the people in the four states around the mountains.
In the Linhai Gymnasium incident, a total of 37 innocent people died, and a total of 119 Taijia security personnel and military assassins died. In subsequent investigations, another 14 people committed suicide or were committed suicide. Shi Qinghai's most respected teacher committed suicide by jumping off the building. He also became a federal fugitive who couldn't see the sun. Zhang Xiaomeng became a speck of smoke among the fires in the sky.
Xu Le silently watched the respected old man on the news, repeating the above numbers and the pain that he would never forget in his mind. All kinds of people died, Zhang Xiaomeng died, Shi Qinghai disappeared, his woman and his children were behind him, and the culprit in all of this was this congressman on the screen.
However, in the federal political environment, even if there is no indirect evidence, neither the federal government nor the Tai family can expose the ruthlessness behind the Medellin Congressman. If they want to try to do this work, they can only become the capital of this person to carry out political propaganda and incite the people... Not to mention, within the federation, I don't know how many forces are secretly supporting this person who may bring them the presidency. old man.
Xu Le's brows gradually wrinkled and calmed down. He turned off the TV, turned his head and glanced at Zou Yu, who was lying on the sofa and was about to fall asleep. At this time, Zou Yu's right cheek was wrapped in snow-white gauze, his eyes were tightly closed, and he looked extra cowardly.
But Xu Le finally knew why this pregnant girl under 20 always liked to wear red clothes. It turned out that under her arrogant and cold appearance, there was a red-haired heart, the word cowardly, I'm afraid it will never belong to her.
The tiles that fell on the delicate skin were not deeply scratched. After a simple treatment in the hospital, they went home, and there was no seam even in the line. The doctor in the emergency department just applied a layer of biological glue to confirm that there was no serious problem. Even if the scar was left after the incident, it would not be too deep. After several skin treatments, Zou Yu's face would no longer be visible.
Although it was not deep, the scene was still thrilling. Xu Le saw the wound and realized that as long as the girl in red made up her mind, she didn't care about anyone's objection. kind of thing, she doesn't really care. So Xu Le's mood was a little depressed. If he knew this, maybe he didn't need to be so involved in this matter... He frowned and thought that the eldest lady in front of him was so cruel to others and himself, maybe it was just I want to use the child in my womb to express my resistance to the environment and betrayal of the family for many years, and I don't care who the child is.
As if feeling those two calm and profound gazes, Zou Yu's eyelashes blinked slightly and she woke up. She leaned on the soft sofa, looked at Xu Le with a complicated expression, and said, "You don't seem to be in a good mood. it is good."
"Your body doesn't just belong to you now."
"What's mine is mine, I'm not the fertility machine of your rogue official friend." Zou Yu's eyes were a little angry. She is very sensitive to hearing similar words now. Xu Le's silent and calm attitude made her feel that she He is like a hen, and Xu Le, who has lived with him these days, is like a farmer who raises chickens, all he cares about is the eggs he lays!
Hearing Zou Yu's slightly sharp and angry accusations, for some unknown reason, Xu Le's heart also began to have a turbulent mood. After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "At least... this body is not used by you to show betrayal. means of attitude.”
Everyone has their own sensitive zone. Zou Yu's sensitivity lies in the relationship between eggs and hens, while Xu Le's sensitivity lies in betraying the family and finding himself. He doesn't like these words, and even suffers from them. In his short 20 years of life, the girl he had the deepest relationship with was dedicated to his ideals and died of betrayal...
Zou Yu heard a touch of grief and pain from Xu Le's words, and saw longing and sadness in Xu Le's eyes, knowing that this young man was thinking of Zhang Xiaomeng, so she closed her mouth and said no. Say more.
"I'm a person who is not confused about big things." Xu Le suddenly gave himself a definition, "But in many small things, my choices seem silly and naive, including yours... What does it matter? Why would I do this? I just want the right to exist and the wrong to disappear, maybe nothing will change, but at least I want to change the people and things around me."
He stood up, looked lonely, and walked towards the bathroom. Those who murdered and set fire were still talking freely, those from rich and noble backgrounds did not hesitate to sacrifice their lives, and the people in the mining area lived so silently, but forced themselves to be happy with their fate. There have always been many injustices in this world. Knowing this, Xu Le thought he had already gotten used to it, but just like the tree swaying in the wind, his heart couldn't calm down. Day after day of boring research work, accompanied by a pregnant woman who has nothing to do with him, he feels very powerless, as if he can't do anything.
Things changed the next day.
When the unmarked black car drove into the First Military Academy, went through several layers of chip scanning and authorization verification, and entered the familiar and empty laboratory again, Xu Le stood at the table in a daze, looking at the Line characters reflect light.
Professor Shen was ill and was admitted to the Air Force General Hospital. Today, Xu Le is the only one left in the laboratory. I stood in front of the table for more than ten seconds, and I didn't see the command on the table like a reminder. I no longer need to quickly extract the data, calculate the data, and send it to the old Shen like operating a mecha... No busyness. , there was no sweat or soreness, only the slight noise of the ventilation system above the quiet laboratory, Xu Le was a little uncomfortable for a while.
However, after only ten seconds of stunned, a smile appeared on his ordinary and amiable face. Today, this laboratory belongs to him.
The slender and stable fingers moved on the wide light-screen desktop, and issued several instructions to the central control computer in the laboratory. The ventilation system of the laboratory was adjusted to the third level, the door of the sundries compartment that had been closed for an unknown period of time was opened, and the equipment was cleaned by itself.
A few days ago, he had already prepared the repair materials. In this laboratory of Professor Shen, the capacity of the database is very large, and it also stores all kinds of automatic tools and materials. Although I don't know why it is necessary for pure theoretical research. These things, but Xu Le knew that he needed them very much.
The heavy feeling of the metal tool that he hadn't held for a long time made Xu Le feel cordial. It only took ten minutes for him to repair the large dust removal device at the back of the laboratory. With the buzzing sound of electric current, the fine dust in the space that absorbed the natural sky light and lights began to be collected. A visible speed reduction.
While waiting for the dust to be removed, Xu Le returned to the light-screen desktop, squinted his eyes, and began to quickly browse the laboratory database. With these ten days of work as the basis, his familiarity with the database has reached a level that makes him so familiar. To his astonishment, there were a total of twenty-one index trees, and only six were opened, and he found what he needed.
Transport of bioelectrical currents in B-type material data lines.
Interaction system between microchips and human neurons.
Xu Le looked at the titles of these two folders, and his eyes suddenly lit up. What he cares most about is the mysterious power in his body and the identity chip on the back of his neck, and these two materials that have been forgotten by federal scientists are like two huge cakes to him.
Quickly browsed through the titles of the materials in these two folders, Xu Le closed his eyes, combed and discerned in his mind, and finally opened his eyes and sighed softly. Regarding the technology of microchips, the Research Institute of Nutshell Motor Corporation has certainly made great achievements, especially the database of the research institute, which is shared with several military colleges and academies. Xu Le has found a lot of things, but these chip technologies are mainly concentrated in On the application chip, whether it is a battle armor, a mecha, or a base network, it is a cold metal structure.
The identity chip that Xu Le really cared about, the kind that could emit weak pulses on its own, had no trace in this database. Xu Le is not disappointed, because he is very clear that this chip technology is not very useful to the entire federation except for positioning and information fragment collection identification, but it is this kind of chip, but it involves mysterious The Charter Bureau, the ubiquitous First Charter…
With his privilege level, it is impossible to get access to the aspect that is strictly sealed by the Charter Bureau, and even the military's internal database has no such content.
Xu Le turned his attention back to that other aspect. At this time, the dust removal in the laboratory had ended, but the fully transparent operating room on the left-hand side continued to reduce the dust level. Xu Le seized this time and took out the B-type transmission material he needed with the help of the computer, and waited silently at the outside the operating room.
With a beep, the dust removal is over.
Putting on the gray operating suit, Xu Le squinted his eyes through the electronic sight glasses and automatic mechanical equipment, turned on the micro-current simulation generator cautiously but calmly, and watched the data feedback on the light screen silently.
"Pass rate... Attrition rate..."
Xu Le stared at the energized materials in the vacuum box, thinking in his heart that the uncle was in the valley outside Hexi Prefecture, and he was yearning for the charming posture when he controlled the mecha with only ten fingers.