Xu Le didn't make any guarantees about the worries in Zhang Xiaomeng's eyes, and calmly turned to another serious and important topic: "The power over there seems to be stronger than I thought, and my connection with the official residence is out. Some questions. But according to my judgment, Mr. President's silence these days has actually given enough information, so I think I should be able to do something specific without meeting."
"Mr. Pabble's moral character is impeccable, but are you so sure that he is silently sending you a message, not that he has been completely mastered?"
"No one, not even a soldier with a gun, can completely control a federal president. Besides, Mr. Pabble is... Mr. Shi and my president, he was a soldier, and he was not a political naive. How could he act like this? Poor? In my opinion, what Mr. President needs now is a strong enough voice from the outside of the government to help him pierce that layer of window paper that he can't stretch his fingers to pierce, or give him a window to pierce Paper excuses."
"It seems that you have often read Schiller's novels in recent years, and the classical terminology of window paper is very skillful." Zhang Xiaomeng looked at him with a smile and said, "Since you are confident, I won't say anything more. Well, good luck to you."
"Thank you." Xu Le hugged her sincerely, and then prepared to leave.
Under the dark street lights in Yuxiang, Zhang Xiaomeng looked at his face and suddenly said, "When you go to pick up Shi Qinghai, help me with a word for him, I think he is the best spy, and also one of the best. Excellent fighter."
"It must be brought." Xu Le wiped the raindrops from his face and replied with a smile: "Although he has never liked you, he should like your comment very much."
Walking out of the rain lane, shaking hands and climbing over the railings, following the three big locust trees to the west, wiping the little girl who sold the umbrella and walking past, the two gently hugged and said goodbye, and then went to different subway exits.
A few minutes later, Xu Le, with slightly wet hair, walked out of the subway entrance in the Dongsi District of the Capital Special Administrative Region, silently stepped into the dark green military vehicle that had been waiting for a long time, and sat in the spacious back compartment thoughtfully.
After the Parliament Hill incident, the enraged federal government and parliament immediately set up a very high-level investigation committee, and temporarily formed three groups to be responsible for this special project.
Because Shi Qinghai used to be a senior official of the FBI, especially since it was later found that he had used the resources and network of the FBI countless times in the past four years, the special task force excluded the FBI, and the General Administration of Police, Judicial Ministry of Defense and Ministry of Defense tripartite collaboration.
The task force is scattered among many buildings in the Capital Territory, including the police station building on Asbar Street. This building does not undertake the most important investigative tasks, but is responsible for guarding and prosecuting a lot of evidence related to the case, so even if it is night, there are still many police officers and officers working overtime or weary vigil.
There are two high-backed chairs outside the cold storage. A fat police officer spread his body into a thick pancake, slumped on the chairs, and complained with his companions that the boss could not hear.
"Tonight, I was planning to go to the pub for a good drink, but who knows that I have to work overtime again. Sometimes, when I think of the mixture of alcohol and water that is far away from me, I will be angry and want to drag the dead man in the room up and beat him. "
His companion was a gray-haired old policeman, and he laughed slightly: "That guy in the room is not a character that you and I can dare to fight. Don't be angry, that guy killed the federal vice president, of course, it is very important, It has to be watched carefully."
"What's so good about it?" The fat policeman mocked: "At the beginning, the bosses always thought that something as crazy as Parliament Hill could not have been done by one person. What about it? Not a single accomplice has been found out, and this lunatic really broke into Parliament Hill alone!"
The old policeman smiled, and there was a hint of emotion in the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes: "Don't talk about accomplices, after so many days, I haven't found any relatives who came to collect his body for him."
The fat policeman waved his fat fingers, pointed at the plastic-steel door behind his head, and said in a low voice, "I heard that the guy's parents have long since died. As for other relatives... Please, he is murdering the federal vice president and Mr. Congressman now. Our criminals are not considered traitors? Even if they die, don’t think about it. People in the federation are constantly scolding him. Even if he really has relatives and friends, how can he dare to come and see him at this time?”
As soon as the voice fell, there was a low and strong roar of the engine on Aspar Street outside the police station building, a clear brake sound, and then a series of rapid but definitely not noisy footsteps, which were many pairs of hard-soled military boots. At the same time stepping on the old wooden stairs of the police station building, the shocking footsteps can be made.
The fat policeman and the old policeman looked at each other with some doubts, then stood up slowly, and at the same time touched the gun pocket by the waist with their right hand.
At the end of the corridor, a group of soldiers walked over silently, surrounded by a young officer. The young officer looked familiar, and the atmosphere of the crowd was particularly serious because their expressions were very serious.
Before walking to the warehouse, the burly man in the crowd raised his steel-wired arm, pointed behind the two stunned policemen, and whispered to the young officer, "My lord is inside."
When Xu Le was about to walk into the cold storage to take a last look at the man, the two police officers who were full of complaints but still loyal to their duties finally reacted. He opened the pouch and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, I can't let you in."
Gu Xifeng stood behind Xu Le and said with a smile on his face: "According to the relevant federal laws and regulations and government regulations, if the case has been fully reported with evidence, the deceased criminal suspect can be handed over to the rights advocate. You The young man lying in the freezer behind him has no relatives or friends, so today we come to claim his civil rights behind him."
The two policemen looked at each other, thinking of what they said just now, and some did not respond. After a while, the fat policeman shook his head and said, "I don't understand what you are talking about, I ask you to back away immediately, no one will agree to your absurd request. "
Xu Le lowered his head slightly, then raised his right foot and walked forward.
The two policemen wanted to draw their guns, but they were extremely horrified to find that at some point, two thick, round, cold gun barrels had silently pressed against the back of their necks.
Xu Le didn't pay attention to the policeman's instantly pale face, he pushed open the door of the cold storage, and then found the exact location in the freezer on the three walls.
Without any hesitation or a sad and sentimental pause, he opened the freezer, opened the seal on the bag, and waved his hand immediately after confirming that there was no mistake, and motioned for the team members to help carry this guy out.
He looked at the pale and quiet face in the bag, his eyes narrowed slightly, his lips pursed slightly, and he said with a low smile, "Come to another place, it's too cold here, it's going to be deadly cold."