Wangdu Youth Apartment, the core area of news events, is surrounded by countless news media. Cameras and microphones like guns and cannons are held in the hands of reporters and swaggering around. According to the latest intelligence feedback from the Black Hawk Security Company, several apartment buildings across the street from the Youth Apartment have even been rented by several major TV stations. Precision cameras have been aimed at Xu Le's room and began to take pictures continuously.
With wide sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, Xu Le, who got out of the car, showed no expression on his face. Zou Yu, who was also indifferent, looked at the green space that was trampled by reporters through the dark brown lenses, and remembered the happiness in the apartment. Living as a pregnant woman, I couldn't help but scolded a dirty word in my heart.
"Colonel Xu Le! Colonel Xu Le! Do you have anything to explain about the FBI's allegations?"
"Colonel Xu Le! Are you really from Donglin?"
"Look this way! Look this way! Colonel Xu Le!"
The nervous reporters slapped the security personnel of the Blackhawk Security Company like a tide. Xu Le quickly walked into the building. After being squeezed into the crowd, the little girl in the neighbor's house saw him and raised her arms excitedly to say hello. But she was pulled by the mother beside her. The mother looked embarrassed and smiled at Xu Le. Xu Le couldn't help but also smiled and expressed her understanding.
After finally getting rid of the reporter, everyone rushed into the elevator, but they did not expect that a male reporter with a more symbolic appearance was quietly ambush in the elevator, and the microphone was silently sent to Xu Le's chin.
"Colonel Xu Le, I'm a reporter from the Financial Times of Hong Kong." The reporter wiped his sweat excitedly, looked at him and asked, "Anything you need to explain about the relationship between you and the traitor Yu Feng? Traitor Yu Feng, do you have any comments on this person? Traitor Yu Feng…”
It was quiet in the elevator, except for the reporter's seemingly ordinary but actually very vicious questions. Xu Le didn't have any expression on his face. He focused on the display of the floor lights and listened to the slight friction of the mechanical reed rope, but Zou Yu couldn't help but took off his sunglasses, and his beautiful and charming eyebrows gradually frowned.
Bump, smack, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, and clatter of the sturdy walls of the elevator. The beating never ended, until the reporter was bruised and swollen like an injured girl, hugged her head and shrank in the corner and cried, daring to say anything again.
He waved his hand to stop the beating of the Black Hawk security personnel. Zou Yu lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the reporter under his feet without a trace of emotion, and said, "You should recognize me, so don't talk nonsense, or I will report to the police station, a reporter Sir tried to molest me."
The reporter from the Financial Times of Hong Kong froze suddenly, looking in fear at the beautiful woman in red who walked out of the elevator door, unable to get up for a while. What a media reporter is best at is to sniff the wind, and then follow the will of society to beat the underdogs, so he dared to interview Xu Le so arrogantly at close range, but he was very afraid... What would happen to the daughter of the Minister of Defense.
In the apartment with the curtains closed, there was a heated and tense discussion. Regarding the accusation against Xu Le, the opinions of everyone are not consistent, but there is one thing that is unified, that is, this incident will bring an irreversible blow to Xu Le.
"The case itself is not a problem." Xu Songzi calmly looked at the case file and said, "Xu Le, whose citizen number starts with DL, has no biomarkers left, so we don't have to worry about the prosecutor's comparison of biomarkers."
Xu Le stood silently by the window, raised the curtains and watched the carnival news media downstairs. For some reason, his mood became unusually calm. From Xu Songzi's words, he could clearly feel that people had already determined that he was the Donglin orphan fugitive, but it was inconvenient to clarify.
"Don't worry about this, we can absolutely reject the application for biomarker comparison." Lawyer He sat on the sofa, staring at the light curtain of the workbench with a grim expression, and said, "It won't be stupid enough to let the Ministry of Defense's Internal Affairs Office complain, definitely It will use the Procuratorate, and Colonel Xu Le is an active duty soldier, so his identity is very convenient."
"And the Charter Bureau refused to provide any evidence for this accusation." Xu Songzi spread his arms out of curiosity, looking at Xu Le by the window and continued: "That means that the prosecution can't find any evidence at all, except for those The testimony of the residents of Donglin Bell Tower Street... The problem is that the testimony of these witnesses is not absolutely valid."
Tai Zhiyuan had a special identity, so he left quietly halfway through, while Lawyer He quietly joined the crowd, listening to Xu Songzi's words, he nodded and said, "There can't be a jury, absolutely not, these witnesses' testimony is useless. "
Lawyer He raised his head and said with a smile: "Look, voice, anything, we can give an explanation... Coincidence, it's all coincidence."
"Will anyone believe it?"
"The law will believe."
"Take ten thousand steps back, even if the prosecution convinces the court to believe their allegations." After being silent for a long time, Xu Songzi looked at Xu Le and said, "Don't say you are just a wanted criminal, even if you are a murderer, according to what you do For the merits made by the Federation, according to the character of Mr. President, he will pardon you."
Xu Le, who had been silent all the time, turned around, leaned against the light blue curtains, his thick eyebrows slightly furrowed, and laughed at himself: "No matter what the court decides, no matter whether the president will pardon me or not, I am a wanted criminal now. I’m a student of a traitor, so… I might be a traitor. I don’t study psychology, but I understand this.”
There was a dead silence in the youth apartment.
"Including the custody of the little watermelon, the Zhong family lawsuit, and today's affairs, thank you for your arrangement, without you, things will become more troublesome."
Xu Le tilted his head to hold the phone, his hands were phantom-like slicing fish fillets at high speed, and thanked Tai Zhiyuan on the other end of the phone: "I must admit that you do have innate leadership skills in coordinating the overall situation, but according to the current situation As the situation progresses, by the time you become president, I may have been driven to a remote place in the countryside by the remarks, yes, I went to work as a farmer with his dad in a high-rise building."
"The worst outcome is that Mr. Pabble pardons you." Tai Zhiyuan's calm analysis came from the other end of the phone, "If it really develops like this, then you can't become a farmer. Mr. Pabble is the president, not the former emperor. If you want to pardon you, you must make concessions in other areas.”
Xu Le tilted his head, the knife in his right hand stopped subconsciously, squinted at the pieces of red fish on the cutting board, and asked, "Some things... are crimes, not politics, and we can't make concessions."
"You are talking about the attack on the ancient bell, which in your opinion is murder, but don't forget that for the vast majority of people in this federation - except for the people of Xilin - Tiger Zhong died or died at that time, It's a universal celebration, and everyone can benefit from his death."
"It's only been over a year since the explosion of the ancient bell, but this year is actually a long time, enough for people to forget a lot of things... Like this kind of violence that most people secretly expect, people enjoy the consequences and hope to forget process, what you're doing right now is to remind people of this."
Tai Zhiyuan's voice on the other end of the phone was particularly cold and sharp: "This is a very dangerous thing. Even the president of the federation cannot fight against the entire federation... Look at your current situation, just when you try to contact this matter, you have Countless shadows standing in dark corners stretched out their hands and made you look like this embarrassed mess."
"They're trying to stink you now, and you're about to stink." Tai Zhiyuan said in a deep voice on the other end of the phone: "If you don't give in, they will kill you, and they believe you will die soon."
"The people who can kill me haven't been born yet. Those guys standing in dark corners, I can easily find them, so they should also be afraid of me."
Xu Le moved his right hand again, put a sharp blade on the fish on the chopping board, and replied softly, "It really pushes me, some things are just doing it again, and it's not that difficult."
Such a cliché, simple and proud self-awareness came out of the mouth of this small-eyed man, but it seemed so natural and powerful. This violent force made Tai Zhiyuan on the other end of the phone fall into silence.
The hand-cut fish meat with a thickness of about five millimeters was placed in a random pattern on a porcelain plate, served with fresh lettuce leaves, and drizzled with the fresh milk sauce that can be found everywhere in the market. Xu Le washed his hands with satisfaction, and then went under the sink. Pulled out a toolbox with a combination lock.
The box was opened, and a bright metallic color poured out with a sword-like killing intent. After Xu Le carefully examined these firearms for a few seconds, he began to assemble them quickly and silently. He has an extraordinary talent for mechanical work. He had received special training from Magnolia, and it didn't take long for a set of cold firearms to appear on the kitchen floor.
These firearms were prepared for the assassination of Medellin a few years ago, but at that time, Secretary Bai stole too much ammunition from Baishui, so they hid some in their house.
The microphone placed by the pool rang, Xu Le clipped it to his ear and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I heard the voice." Tai Zhiyuan reprimanded angrily on the other end of the microphone: "What are you going to do? Go to war? This is the Capital Territory, not in the empire, nor in the front line. The guys over there are not ready to go to war, so you are ready. To kill? Who to kill? How to kill?"
"You want to wash the federal government alone? Do you think you are an immortal? Even if you, a narcissistic butcher, think you can, but after you wash it? Don't forget, we are still at war with the Empire!"
"Those people are not Medellin, and you are no longer the guy who had nothing, so he was not afraid of anything! Think about the troops on the front line, think about the Mr. President who has high hopes for you, think about the man who gave up his old face and you The old man who shakes hands and shows the whole universe!"
"Then what do you think I should do now?" Xu Le said angrily into the microphone: "In this situation, even if Mr. President pardons me, do you think I can return to the Seventeenth Division? Do you think I can still preside over the ancient bell horn secret investigation?"
"Tai Zhiyuan, no matter what the court decides, I am a wanted criminal, a fugitive, and a student of a traitor. No one can reverse this."
He looked at the firearm at his feet, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I'm already stinky, the streets are stinking."