Because of the funeral of the military god, the federal government has been forced to delay many things, especially some activities that contradict the solemn atmosphere of the funeral, such as awards, celebrations and other activities that have been postponed for a longer time.
It has been more than a month since the first batch of troops to attack the mainland of the empire has been in rotation, and for this reason, the award ceremony and commendation ceremony have not been held until today.
The front-line officers and soldiers were brave and good at fighting and won illustrious military exploits. Therefore, the number of people who were rewarded was particularly large. The entire award ceremony was forced to be held in two days. Yesterday, Mr. Pabble, the first military region represented by the 17th Division. In the ceremony, the protagonist of today's ceremony was the troops of the Third Military Region represented by the Seventh Iron Division, and the most important person present today was Vice President Byron.
It must be admitted that Du Shaoqing and his Seventh Iron Division have made the greatest contribution in this strategy of attacking the empire, so even if Mr. President is unable to come in person due to important business, the whole awarding standard feels even higher than yesterday. .
The Parliament Hill at the corner of Charter Square has already gathered countless dignitaries. In addition to the reporters who entered the hall, the major federal TV stations have arranged more intensive camera lenses under the long stone steps. They are responsible for taking the seventh iron division and other troops. The heroic and mighty images of officers and soldiers are transmitted to the TV light screen of each family.
Ximen Jin knew that he would be awarded the second-class Purple Letter Medal today, which was a very rare honor, but the focus of his concern was not here. What he was worried about was the relationship between himself and his teacher, and it seemed that he could never go back to the old one. Appearance, although he is equally loyal to the teacher, but it is obvious that since he found out that he directly received the task, the teacher's trust in him has long been lost.
Standing in front of the toilet, expressionlessly looking down at the figure reflected on the white porcelain, Ximen Jin couldn't help frowning. It was known many years ago that the price of the ultra-fine white porcelain vertical urinals in the toilets of Parliament Hill was exactly equal to the relief money received by the family of the unemployed miners in the Donglin mining area. At that time, young people were making trouble online for a long time. The result was no response.
If it wasn't for the opportunity to actually come to the toilet in Parliament Hill today and come to this standing urinal, Ximen Jin himself might have almost forgotten this past, thinking of the innocent and impulsive blood in those days, thinking of the calmness and prospects now, He smiled slightly, feeling the heat flow between his thighs very comfortably.
At this moment, a sharp whistle was faintly heard behind him, and someone walked in.
The whistle wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally thin, and the tune was lively and jumpy, and it sounded familiar. Ximen Jin's eyes and the bridge of his nose wrinkled at the same time, trying to identify what kind of tune it was. He was familiar with it, but there was no such brisk tune in his memory, and the teacher should have never played it.
The man in the back stepped on the wet ground and walked around, put down the bucket and mop heavily, then closed the door, started whistling again, and walked behind Ximen Jin.
In fact, when the whistle sounded for the first time, Ximen Jin's muscles in the perineum had already begun to tighten vigilantly. An indescribable sense of extreme danger caused him to quickly interrupt his excretion and prepare for the attack.
The man did not attack, but stood silently behind him. With two clear snaps, two long tubes of cleaning gloves were thrown at Ximen Jin's feet, and some water stains splashed onto the officer's shiny military boots, which immediately destroyed the solemn beauty of the ceremony.
Hearing the whistle that gradually turned from sharp to hoarse behind him, Ximen Jin's eyes narrowed, staring at his figure in the white porcelain and the blurry shadow behind him, he took a deep breath, pursed his lips, and swiped. He zipped up his trousers and turned around silently.
Dressed in a brand new military uniform, Colonel Ximen Jin, a senior officer of the 7th Iron Division, had his hands on his back and his expression was indifferent. He looked at the cleaning worker in the hat in front of him, and the clear and cold eyes on his mask, and asked, "Shi Qinghai ?"
The cleaning worker slowly took off his mask, raised his lavender lips, and asked with a smile, "Colonel Ximen Jin?"
"You should be dead." After a moment of silence, Ximen Jin suddenly said.
Shi Qinghai put on the big white cotton mask again, and his voice came out from under the mask: "I'm lucky."
Ximen Jin's sharp eyes fell on his mask and said, "We have studied you, you are too confident, so it is not too difficult to deal with."
"Confidence is of course the reason for self-confidence." Shi Qinghai rubbed his nose with his slightly wet left hand and said, "That's why I can stand in front of you now."
"Is wine good? I rarely drink such expensive wine. I heard that you like it, so I prepared some for you." Ximen Jin suddenly laughed and said calmly, "You should know the seasoning in wine, which is better than that. A dozen bottles of wine add up to a lot more expensive.”
"It tastes good. It's a pity, I thought you were also a good drinker, and I praised your taste at the time." Shi Qinghai said, "Now that I think about it, I made a mistake, a person who is really greedy for wine can't live like you. So trivial and cowardly."
Ximen Jin put his hands on his back, looked at him sympathetically, and said, "Since you have already drunk, you will die sooner or later, unless you go for a bone marrow transplant immediately, but then you may become a vegetative person, as the best student in a hospital. , Qinglongshan's greatest spy, you should be well aware of the consequences, and since that's the case, I suggest that you should go to the hospital immediately instead of standing here chatting with me."
"Verbal shaming doesn't mean anything to people like us."
"You're wrong, I'm not gossiping with you, I'm just humiliating you, intimidating you, scaring you because I love doing things like that."
Shi Qinghai held the pistol lightly, aimed at Ximen Jin's eyebrows with a smile, and said, "And you must be clear that we have never been the same, especially now, I have a gun in my hand, you don't, then you can only accept My humiliation."
Relying on the three-layer chip scan and full body scan, no one has ever been able to bring a weapon into the Hall of Parliament Hill, but today, Shi Qinghai clearly broke this commandment, because his purple lips can sometimes glow blue.
Ximen Jin, who was aimed at by the black hole's muzzle, couldn't help but twitch slightly like an itchy brow. He frowned and said in a deep voice, "You can just pull the trigger."
"Why do you do this?" Shi Qinghai asked suddenly with a frown.
"For the sake of the federation, for the sake of fairness, you people don't even know what a great cause we are engaged in." Ximen Jin raised his head slightly, and his raised chin showed a very hard pride and a faint mockery: "Just relying on How can you people stop the tide of history?"
Shi Qinghai shrugged: "I investigated the Linhaizhou Gymnasium case for five years, and now I finally caught you. You must admit this fact."
"What am I?" Ximen Jin suddenly smiled nervously, looking at the big mask on Shi Qinghai's face as if he was looking at something absurd, and asked, "Do you and Xu Le really know who your enemy is? Do you know who we are?"
Shi Qinghai raised his pistol and aimed it between his eyebrows and asked calmly, "Yes, I really want to know who the Mr. Senator behind you is. At first, I thought it was Byron, but I found out that I had miscalculated the timeline. It has been two months, so the congressman you serve is someone else, and I want to know how deeply Du Shaoqing was involved in this matter?"
Ximen Jin seemed to be able to guess that the bullet would enter his brain the next moment, his breathing became rapid, and after a while, his brows were extremely wrinkled, and he said coldly, "Shoot the gun, maybe it will be underground in the future, I can convince you why our The way is right, why are we targeting those families, this federation…”
Before he could finish his impassioned words, a dull, crisp sound echoed in the bathroom. The sound of the muffled pistol bullets was not loud, but the crisp sound of the steel spring firing was so pleasant.
Ximen Jin clutched his bloody abdomen, staggered against the wall, looked at the light smoke from the gun barrel in Shi Qinghai's hand in disbelief, and did not seem to expect that the other party would shoot so suddenly. The electronic army thorn, which was gripped tightly, also fell miserably to the ground.
"I feel like I'm going to die, so I have to give a speech to strengthen my fear of death? Or are you trying to convince me with these words?"
Shi Qinghai was condescending, looked at Ximen Jin like a clown, rubbed the itchy skin under the mask from the nosebleed with the barrel of the gun, and said mockingly, "Don't you see that I'm just teasing you? , I hate taking politics class the most."
Ximen Jin's face was pale, clutching his belly gurgling with blood, sweat dripping from his aching forehead, slipped weakly down the wall, and sat down in the fine porcelain vertical urinal with his legs spread weakly. He took a deep breath and said with a miserable smile: "How can you people understand..."
"I don't need to understand your greatness and glory to be right."
Shi Qinghai dealt with the muffler expressionlessly, without even looking at him, and said, "Everyone has their own great honor and correctness. To me, yours is shameless and despicable murder."
He raised his right foot, stepped on Ximen Jin's lower abdomen, crushed the wound through that hand, took out a small ball made of metal wire from his backpack, and began to pull it out.
Ximen Jin's face turned pale because of the pain, and asked, "What do you want to do?"
"In the past, when I took a political class at Qinglong Mountain, I said that justice must not only be done, but also must be seen by others in order to be convincing."
Shi Qinghai lowered his head and passed the wire through the officer's throat, then went around the back to tie a few complicated knots, and installed several composite pulleys, then explained: "The signature is Beachcomber, and I checked it later. I didn't find out who this person named Beechcomer was, so I doubted that this was a famous statement fabricated by the Four Divisions of Qinglong Mountain."
"But I'm going to do it today."
Tie the extremely tough metal wire to the metal switch of the urinal, Shi Qinghai checked it with satisfaction, then turned his head to look at Ximen Jin, who was breathing more and more rapidly, and said, "This matter is related to justice, because this It has to do with the dead in the Linhaizhou gymnasium, the dead at the concert, and my lovely fat teacher, these innocent people."
Ximen Jin smiled miserably: "Jian Shui'er's concert has nothing to do with me."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I wronged you." Shi Qinghai apologized slightly exaggeratedly, and then said in a deep voice, "Isn't this what you are best at?"
"I want your punishment to be seen, and I have to deal with a lot of things later, such as your teacher, that gentleman who is about as fat as my teacher, so you can't die too fast, otherwise People in the Charter Bureau will react."
Shi Qinghai continued his work of twisting the wire, sweat gradually seeping out of his back, he gasped and said, "Ralph Snow Mountain Slipknot, isn't he very professional?"
Ximen Jin was almost speechless in pain, but nodded vigorously.
Shi Qinghai picked up the army thorn from the wet ground, gestured twice on Ximen Jin's abdomen, and then slowly stabbed it in. The sharp metal and the tight muscles rubbed together to make a strange sound, and the blood slowly poured out of him. The edges ooze out.
"The gun went through the small intestine and destroyed your column nerve bundle. The stab just entered the spleen, and entered the watch at 0.3 centimeters. At the speed of bloodletting, you will immediately be in a coma, and then you will die in half an hour, Charter Bureau. Only then will you receive the news that your chip has failed."
Shi Qinghai frowned and slowly pulled out the military thorns, and gave the final technical explanation to Ximen Jin, who was about to faint from the pain under him: "Do you think I am very professional?"
The general thorn was thrown into the next compartment, Shi Qinghai took off his mask, wiped off the new blood clots from his nostrils, took two heavy breaths, lit a cigarette against Ximen Jin on the urinal, and took two strong breaths.
"There is another important reason for this matter that has nothing to do with justice."
He looked at the row of porcelain-white urinals across the room, and said with a cigarette in his mouth, "You are a very professional guy, and I am also a professional. Since I have been working for so many years, I always have to fight professionally in the end. Man. Well, isn't that what you've been fighting for your whole life?"
Shi Qinghai took the cigarette from his mouth, put it in Ximen Jin's mouth, and patted his face.
Ximen Jin's dry white lips trembled quickly, and he took two quick greedy breaths.
"Actually, if you really believe in the things you insist on, you don't need to say it to convince yourself when you were dying just now."
Shi Qinghai took out the brown-red wig from his clothes, put it on Ximen Jin's head with some difficulty, then took out his mobile phone and aimed at him, and said seriously, "Smile."
The cigarette fell on his clothes, then fell into a pool of blood, and went out in an instant. Ximen Jin finally passed out. He was tied with metal wires. Blood slowly seeped from the two wounds in his abdomen. Sit on the urinal in shame, on your own urine.
"This is what I promised that guy back then." Shi Qinghai looked at the unconscious enemy and shrugged regretfully.
After thinking for a while, he squatted by the urinal, put his face next to Ximen Jin's, raised his cheap mobile phone high and took a selfie, and then sent a text message to Xu Le, who was far away in Xilin.
In the photo, Ximen Jin had white lips, vomited blood blisters in a coma, and with the brown-red inferior wig, she looked like an evil clown.
The face of Young Master Shi next to him was extremely happy. Although he had a pair of lavender lips, he was so beautiful, with the innocent beauty of a cruel child.