The FBI agent in a black suit hurried over from the hallway. He didn't care to wipe the sweat from his forehead or the complicated eyes of the two colleagues at the door. He rushed into the bathroom and took out the A roll of soft paper in his pocket knocked on the closed door of the compartment, and panted, "I've brought the paper, what else do I need?"
"No, thank you." A hand stretched out from the squatting position, took the roll paper, and closed it again.
The FBI agent had time to untie his tie, wipe the sweat from his forehead, and walk out of the bathroom, panting slowly.
Hearing the slight knocking sound from time to time in the bathroom, the detective standing outside the door frowned and asked, "It should be fine, right?"
"Don't worry too much." The detective took off his black suit, opened his collar, shook his head and replied, "If he wants to escape, how can we stop him?"
"Then what's that sound?"
The detective crumpled the black suit under his arm, listened carefully for a long time, and said in confusion, "It seems like... a roll of paper smashing the door?"
"What I don't understand is why the colonel is still used to using rolls of paper when going to the toilet," another agent said with a shrug.
Xu Le sat on the toilet for a long time, the cold white porcelain became warm, but his mood was still so cold, there is a famous line that is very suitable to describe how he feels at this time: it's like shit. Life ah... Of course, no shit here.
Squinting his eyes, he threw the roll of paper to the door in a bored way, watching it bounce back completely against the laws of physics, his right hand sticking out like lightning, no matter if the roll paper wanted to fly to any tricky place, it couldn't escape. his five fingers.
The day before yesterday, he was a federal hero, and today he became a federal wanted criminal. This difference didn't make him feel too anxious. What really made him feel a little bad was that in order to deal with the big men, he had to send Lake in advance. The colonel lifted it out.
Shi Qinghai first raised questions about the interior of the Xilin Military Region. With the help of the central computer, Xu Le slowly approached the truth and found out the sinister and despicable role played by Colonel Lake.
Shocked and angry, Xu Le prepared a battlefield-like punishment for Colonel Lake in the plan, according to the punishment habits of the army for traitors... Now whether Colonel Lake is sentenced to death or life imprisonment, I am afraid it is a kind of punishment. relief.
Moreover, in the plan, Colonel Lake should be the last strain that was found out. Now that it has been exposed in advance, even if he is still alive, those clues can only be broken.
Based on the unknown future, vague unease about the verdict, and two reasons about Colonel Lake, Xu Le's mood was a little down.
"Double stew of treasure fish, it's not very accurate to say that it is stewed. The half on your right is raw cut with mustard and spicy sauce, and the other half has a fatty skin. We have prepared white soup for simmering. It should taste good."
The FBI agent who was in charge of taking care of Xu Le's daily life and diet had already put on a black suit at this moment, and introduced him the dishes for lunch in a serious manner. The combination of tone and clothing made him really look like a waiter in a restaurant.
Xu Le didn't react. He used the tip of his chopsticks to pick up the thin and light-transmitting fish. He felt the tenderness and tenacity in it. In the lips, the blue veins from chewing were exposed, the sweat was dripping profusely, and the bloodshot eyes gradually appeared.
"Want to drink some wine?" The detective at the table was shocked by his silent and solemn expression with a bit of madness, and murmured subconsciously, "It should be good with some highly pure liquor."
Xu Le shook his head and chewed the crispy fish fillet in front of him as quickly as possible, then picked up the noodle bowl in front of him that looked like a washbasin, and started stirring with long chopsticks, adding fresh peppers to the usual The protein meat shredded noodles were quickly stuffed into the lips, covered with soup, and the sound of slamming and dripping resounded throughout the interior restaurant, and a bowl of noodles was eaten with a heroic feeling.
The FBI staff stared blankly at the table, looking at this important prisoner, wondering why Colonel Xu Le could still have such a good appetite under such a tense situation.
Xu Le put down the bowl, as if he had completed a task that had to be completed, without any satisfaction on his face, he suddenly asked, "Have you ever been on the battlefield?"
"No." The FBI agent shrugged, wondering why he would suddenly ask this question.
"I've been to the front line." Xu Le smiled suddenly, looked at him and said.
The agent thought to himself, the entire Federation knows and has seen you on the front lines, so this is nonsense.
Xu Le thoughtfully, frowned and continued: "After the sixty-five years of the Xianli, the logistics support of the Ministry of Defense has entered the best stage in history, but you know, who can guarantee that all supplies will arrive on time on the battlefield. ? That's impossible, food supply interruptions are common in the heat of battle, when ammunition is more important than compressed biscuits."
He looked down at the few sticky intestine-like noodles remaining in the noodle bowl, and at the fish head that had just begun to ooze blood in the delicate china plate, and said, "So when we can eat, we try our best to let Eat yourself a bit fuller, and without affecting your actions... you can pack as much as you can in your stomach."
"My personal habit is to bring a compressed energy bar, but this is another story." He tilted his head slightly, thinking about the annoying hunger after each mecha battle, and couldn't help laughing.
"There is also the issue of going to the toilet." He looked at the agent and said seriously: "There are toilets at the base, but not on the battlefield, let alone any automatic cleaning nozzles, chrysanthemum brand men's private perfume... There are rolls of paper. Even if it’s not bad, you must know that we often wipe our buttocks from the corpses of the Imperials, as we said on the thirteenth floor... The Imperial Expeditionary Army Snow Armored Brigade’s uniforms are the most comfortable to wipe.”
"Colonel, what are you trying to say?"
The detective looked at him curiously. For young employees like him who have just entered the FBI, Xu Le in front of them is a legendary figure they admire. Even if they are now under investigation and may become a prisoner, the sense of legend that makes them a little dizzy still exists. , so he was curious why Colonel Xu Le would be interested in talking about seemingly completely unrelated things after dinner today.
"What I want to say is the impact of war, battlefield, comrades, troops, these things on a person." Xu Le's brows gradually wrinkled, and he said slowly in a tone that he didn't want to recall: "On the battlefield, I The last thing you want to do is count the people."
"Yes, our seventeenth division started from the teacher, and the best thing is to destroy the enemy while escaping, euphemistically speaking, to preserve the vitality, in order to better attack the imperial people... But everyone knows that that is the fear of death. But no matter what. No matter how afraid of death, people will always die."
"You should know that I was in the seventh group at that time. Every time I set out a task and counted the number of people, every time there were some names that no one would answer. I want to fuck it, this thing is really very unpleasant."
"You haven't been on the battlefield, so you haven't seen people die so easily. How easy is it? Well, for example, look at your colleague in front of you, yes, that's the head of the fourth division of the general division, who just came out of the elevator... Walking out of the elevator is a very common action, but on the battlefield, he is already dead, why did he die? No one knows, maybe the program redundancy of the mine-laying mecha caused a spark to be forgotten here, maybe it was a small A mudslide, maybe a stray bullet?"
Xu Le carefully wiped his lips, shrugged and continued: "Death on the battlefield is just like going to the toilet. It's a common occurrence."
"Going to the toilet and eating are two different things." The young detective glanced nervously at his immediate boss, held back a smile and retorted, then stood behind Xu Le.
"Anyway, you have seen too few moments of life and death, so you are always used to thinking about things too complicated." Xu Le said.
"Is it very complicated?" The head of the Fourth Division, whose face was deformed and looked particularly gloomy, walked slowly to Xu Le and said coldly, "I really want to know, what simple things have you learned from the battlefield? reason."
Xu Le looked at him quietly, and suddenly said, "The truth I learned on the battlefield is that except for life and death, everything in the world is a nostalgia."
"Including studying with a traitor and being wanted by the federation is a nostalgic thing?"
Xu Le put down the napkin, stood up, looked at him and said, "If I'm not wrong, you should have come to tell me the good news that I can leave, and since that's the case, the things you've accused me of are naturally idle affairs. ."
"I have to remind you that you were only released on bail." The director of the fourth division of the General Office forcibly suppressed the loss and anger in his heart, Han Han said softly: "We have enough evidence, I believe I will see you in the military prison in a few days. you."
"There is no such possibility."
Xu Le looked at his face and said calmly, this answer is very concise and clear, even a little unreasonable, whether he will be put in a military prison is a matter of the court's decision, but his attitude is that direct.
"Tell the big men behind you." After a pause, he said earnestly, "The truth of the battlefield I just said can actually be said in a different way."
"Kill me, or, quickly die."
Leaving these calm but poignant words, Xu Le took the military cap from the young detective, put it on carefully, and then walked out of the building without looking back. There was a line of convoys waiting outside the building. He, and countless reporters, are waiting for him.
Under the deliberate arrangement of some caring people, the federal news media has already heard the news. Once this incident broke out, the entire Federation will surely fall into an incredible shock. What will be projected in the eyes of the people who originally regarded Xu Le as a son and a hero? Complicated emotions
Accused of being a federally wanted criminal, he has now been temporarily released on bail and gained a precious few moments of freedom. The big men standing on the other side almost immediately began to destroy all the possibility of his freedom.
You die, or I live, this is war.