The feast at Liufengpo Clubhouse was a carnival that wasn't very frenzied. After the federation was stabilized, the cannibals took up their dinner plates again, but they still had to pay attention to demeanor and etiquette at the table, and naturally they would not have blood flowing from the corners of their lips. When they praised the flesh and blood of the common people, they would only pretend to be Deeply worried about the country and the people, pinching the thickness of his pockets. Therefore, the feast of sharing the spoils in the clubhouse tonight is not very naked. The only person who was held in the center of attention was Xu Le.
Walking into the clubhouse, he met Li Xiuzhu and Lin Douhai in the corridor. The two successors of the Seven Great Families of the Federation used a calm and mocking tone. The meaning of the other party is very clear. If you step over this threshold, if you have a rein tied around your neck, you can't recklessly ride on the wilderness, but you can only be driven by others.
Even ordinary people who want to keep pets in the HTD Bureau have to charge a large amount of fees and have a very complicated approval process. However, among the guests in the Liufengpo Club, who does not own a horse farm in a remote mountainous area
"You're just a dog that Mrs. used to bite people." Lin Douhai did not hide the hatred and contempt in his eyes, lowered his voice in front of Xu Le and said ruthlessly, "When we need you, we will let you go. Come out and bark twice, and when we don't need it, you'll just stay in the kennel."
Lin Douhai glanced at the badge on his military uniform and said mockingly, "Of course, we will give you a big bone to taste."
Xu Le ignored this young man. Among the descendants of the Seven Great Families, Lin Douhai was undoubtedly the worst. He just stared at Li Xiuzhu next to Lin Douhai. This was the first time he had directly met the successor of Tie Suanli's family. Looking at Li Xiuzhu's handsome face that could be compared to Shi Qinghai, Xu Le's eyes narrowed, but his mind drifted to other places.
In order to maintain the stability of the federation, both the government and Mrs. Tai chose to compromise after Medellin conceded defeat. This was a decision that did not seem to be a big problem. However, behind this compromise, the Tie Suanli family and the Lin family, who have always supported Medellin, are also worried about something? As a giant in the federal financial world, would the Rishi family really be afraid of the strikes by the oil-stained workers in the four states around the mountains? Do they really have nothing to do with the unrest that might arise
This is a really funny joke. It's just another compromise between the federal government and the Seven Great Families, and between the Seven Great Families. This is probably how things really look like. Because he thought it was funny, Xu Le squinted his eyes and laughed. The glass of wine in his hand had already been drunk. With a flick of his wrist, the wine glass smashed directly into Lin Douhai's face. Endless resentment and ridicule.
"Missed." Xu Le said, and then walked into the inner hall.
The small conflict in the clubhouse subsided immediately, and under the arrangement of Butler Jin, not many people noticed this scene. In Mrs. Tai's eyes, a young man with a temperament like Xu Le would probably appear so unscrupulous only when he was angry and depressed to a certain extent. Why is he angry and depressed, naturally he made a decision that deviates from his true thoughts. So Madam's mood was very calm. She looked at the young man who walked in front of her and said softly, "Let's rest for two months. After Mr. Pabble takes office, there will be a lot of things you need to do."
Xu Le nodded and took the document bag, which contained the award order and many documents that he had refused to accept before. As for the other file bag containing his biggest secret and Li Wei's safety, naturally no one would give it to him, and he didn't want to ask for it.
Stepping on the slightly damp and warm bluestone road again, under the clouds at night, walking between the Liufengpo clubhouse. Xu Le declined a manager's offer, and looked over there across a few precious evergreen shrubs.
There were more than a dozen important guests sitting there, and Lin Douhai, who was embarrassed, was still lowering his head to wipe something. On the small special stage, the actors of the Federal Academy of Arts are putting on a play. Xu Le glanced at it briefly, and based on his memory in the library of Hexi State University, he could tell that this was a play by the great playwright Schiller for thousands of years.
In an instant, he thought of Mrs. Tai's story about Natele's script that Mrs. Tai had told him in the afternoon, and couldn't help narrowing his eyes. In order to avenge his relatives, the male protagonist fought the stone giant, and all the people of the village were buried with him. Is this cold-blooded or hot-blooded, the natural justice of revenge, or a mentally ill person who puts his mind above his surroundings
Xu Le is just a twenty-year-old young man, he doesn't know how to evaluate the protagonist, and he has no revenge, so he no longer thinks deeply.
The protagonist of this play on the stage is a prince who has lost his family and country and is determined to take revenge. The prince pulled out his long sword and shouted to the night sky: "Even if I am locked in a nut shell, I still think I am the king of infinite space."
Xu Le looked at the actors on the stage, murmured this line, and left the clubhouse. At this moment, the snowflakes fell again, and it was illuminated by the clear light of the clubhouse, which was extraordinarily holy.
The capital and port of the northern country are all in the winter snow, and the northern part of the Linhai state is already snowy and cold, while the Redang Island in the southern hemisphere is just about to enter the hottest time of the year, and it is also the hottest time of year. Passionate time, there are more and more beauties on the beach wearing very little fabric, and there are fewer and fewer iced monuments in the bar.
In a wooden house on the sea in a remote place behind Redang Island, Shi Qinghai squinted at the TV news on his mobile phone while drinking beer. The beautiful girl behind him pressed her body against his back, her face full of reluctance and shyness, and asked softly, "Are you really going to leave?"
In order to traverse this lonely sea, Gongzi Shi and the girl have been on the island for a long time, but there are still some days before the deadline set at the beginning, so he has to leave.
Shi Qinghai smiled slightly, Taohua's eyes filled with a mesmerizing smile, and he said in a harmonious voice, "Be good."
The TV news on the mobile phone is broadcasting. This morning, relevant scholars have jointly nominated the Medellin Congressman, who has just withdrawn from the presidential election, to compete for the Nebula Peace Prize awarded next year. In the eyes of many people, in order to bridge the rift in the federation, to quell the demonstrations in the major districts and the intensifying strikes and suspensions, the Medellin Congressman resolutely decided to withdraw from the general election, and in the following days, spared no effort to express his support for Congressman Pabble. The support of this respectable political morality is fully eligible for the Nebula Award for Peace, and no one can compete with him at all.
The girl behind her asked curiously, "Can Congressman Medellin really win the Nebula Award?"
Shi Qinghai was stunned for a while, then smiled and stroked the girl's back, and said softly, "Silly girl, the Nebula Award has always been awarded only to living people."
The girl didn't understand, thinking that the Medellin Congressman is not alive and well? Shi Qinghai didn't explain, he said a few words to her, and gave one of the two fishing rods that he carried with him to the girl, and started to pack his bags and prepare to leave.
The girl was reluctant to part, and even her eyes were wet. Shi Qinghai was extremely calm and even cold, and when a white cloud in the blue sky covered the scorching sun, he stepped onto the wooden stack in the darkness and walked up to the landing ground, carrying a long bag of tight-fitting materials in his hand. , in the bag is a sea fishing rod that has been used for many days.
Only he himself knew that the long luggage that purportedly contained a fishing rod actually contained a large gun for killing people. He left the beautiful Redang Island ahead of schedule, leaving the girl who was full of enthusiasm and shyness, and made him calm and happy. Because he's going to kill people with this big gun.
Unlike Xu Le, Shi Qinghai had never considered, if he killed Medellin, whether those fanatical supporters would cause unrest in the federation society, and whether it would cause any riots, under the threat of the empire, a chaos. The federation will not die more people. He will not consider whether it is morally untenable to involve more innocents for revenge.
Shi Gongzi's idea is very simple, he wants revenge, he wants to clean up the traitors, since the rotten government of the Federation is disappointing again, he has to do it himself. As for the chaos and riots, as long as Medellin is dead, what else can the young doll propaganda team make? What if it's really messed up? As an excellent spy trained by the anti-government army, isn't his mission to confuse the Federation
Walking on the soft sand, he remembered more deeply than any time before the ideas held by the anti-government army. Revolution is never a dinner party, but a new federation. Death is always inevitable. .
Xu Le had a dream, not a black dream. The person he was talking to was not the omnipresent and omnipotent great being, but a vague figure whose face he couldn't see clearly. He could only confirm that it was definitely not Uncle Feng Yu.
"The government's compromise is to safeguard the long-term interests of the Federation. Don't you think that your decision has no overall view?"
"Long-term interests, the big picture, are just a fig leaf that some people use to seek their own interests. They want the Federation to be stable because they need to suck blood from this stable body. However, this is not stability, it is numbness. The so-called long-term interests After all, it is only their interests, such as the interests of the Li family.”
"Have you ever thought that if you do this, a lot of innocent people may die because of the riots."
"You said it too, it's possible. It's impossible for us to think ahead of time for what didn't happen, not to mention I've always thought that if Medellin were dead and missing a figure who could most incite the populace, maybe last month's turbulent scene It won't happen again."
"You underestimate the fanatical support for him from the lower classes."
"It is impossible for the public to be blinded forever. In fact, when the evidence appeared, many people began to doubt him. It's a pity that the process was forcibly stopped by the federation, because if the investigation goes on, many people in the federation will feel fear."
"You are comforting yourself," Meng said: "Hundreds of people will die, and you will be a horror in this sense just to satisfy your hypocritical moral sense and practice your private goals. molecular."
"No, Medellin is the terrorist, because he has hundreds of people who have died, and if he doesn't die, I don't know if more people will die."
"The law has acquitted him."
"Medellin was able to escape the law because he threatened many cowardly people with social unrest. It was like a gangster took a kitchen knife, put it on an old woman's neck, and demanded money. You can't just leave him alone just because he always has a kitchen knife in his hand, right?"
"Not all cases end up being tried."
"I insist."
"What are you insisting on? The ridiculous sense of justice taught by books? Or the urge to become the ultimate judge after your personal strength has grown?"
"I insist that what is wrong is wrong. If you make a mistake, you have to pay the price. The purpose of killing is not to kill, but to tell the truth."
"One end of the universe is a kind of right and wrong, and the other end is a kind of right and wrong. Your right and wrong are not necessarily everyone's right and wrong."
"But I am who I am, and of course I can only stick to my own right and wrong."
"It's innocent impulse, childish blood."
"When I was young, I was not afraid of anything. I only had a warm blood. When I get old, I have everything, but the blood is gone. Before I get old, I can quickly pour the blood out. Maybe it's feasible."
The other side of the dream was silent for a long time, and repeated the previous words: "You will be a fanatical, dangerous terrorist who has no overall view and does not cherish life."
Xu Le was silent for a long time, and said to the vague shadow, or perhaps to himself: "Yes, I do this not for any political idea, not for revenge for my relatives, nor for those in Schiller's plays. The national hatred that the knights are persistent in is just insisting on what they think is right."
"If such a person is a terrorist, then I am a terrorist."
After saying this, the vague figure in the dream moved away, Xu Le woke up from his sleep, rubbed his astringent eyes, and quietly looked in the direction of the glass window. Twenty days have passed since Medellin withdrew from the presidential election. As arranged by his wife, he chose to take a short break and went back and forth silently between his apartment in Wangdu and the White Water Company on the outskirts of the capital every day.
Outside the apartment window is a creeper's vine, which stretches from spring to summer when it is at its peak. It will occupy half of the window. At this time, the middle of winter has arrived, and those green leaves have turned into a blazing red, and then fell one by one. Drifting away, it was heart-wrenching.
Leaving the apartment, taking a car to the White Water Company, after confirming the authority, he entered the armory dedicated to the seventh team, and the cold underground passage lights came on from time to time along with the sound of his footsteps.
In the deepest part of the armory, Magnolia, wearing protective goggles, was disassembling the firearm in his hand, and said softly: "What we are learning today is the possible problems encountered in the replacement and use of common bullet types in the H-series gun family. , What needs to be practiced is the coordination of the assault movement route in the narrow space and the firing speed.”