Zou Yu looked at the red wine in the glass with his slender fingers, his eyes were a little uncertain.
Xu Le's answer was very simple and calm, just like when he whispered in the kitchen of Wangdu Youth Apartment that there was only one plate of scrambled eggs with toon this evening, but it was this simple and calm that contained too much perseverance and toughness. As for her coldness in the past, it turned into a faint despair at this moment.
"I grew up in a military compound, surrounded by soldiers whose testosterone forced out their skin and spilled into the air, but I still couldn't fully understand what the men were thinking."
Zou Yu smiled helplessly, looking at Xu Le and said softly, "If it's just to give Shi Qingpa revenge, is it necessary to fill in your own life?"
"In addition to revenge for the hooligans, there are many other reasons. I just found out that the attack on Huang Exing's seventh group, and the defeat of the frontline troops a few days ago... are actually the means of those big men in the capital star circle. I It is unimaginable that the soldiers on the front line fought bloody battles for the Federation, but because of the political considerations of those people, they sacrificed in vain."
Xu Le squinted and stared at the empty wine glass in front of him. There was no wine or water in the glass, only air. After a long pause, he took a deep breath, looked at Zou Yu and said, "All the reasons are reasons, but none of them are the most important reasons. I want to kill them because I think they are going to die. This thing is more important.”
Zou Yu didn't speak, just wiped the corners of his lips carefully with a napkin with the three ancient letters of LFP written on it, as if he wanted to prolong this rare meeting, but the meeting was always for the next moment of separation, and then he was firm and cold. Her emotions returned to her eyes, she picked up her purse, stood up, and said goodbye to Xu Le: "Good luck."
"My luck has always been good, but this time it has nothing to do with luck." Xu Le did not hide the danger from Zou Yu, and said calmly: "To accomplish the goal, I really need to work hard this time."
Desperately refers to taking one's own life to fight for a bright and bloody prospect. Zou Yu's fingers holding the purse tightened slightly, her paleness gradually appeared, she looked at the empty wine glass in front of him, and said with emotion: "Since it is a strong line, you should have some wine today."
Xu Le replied: "Since he died, I have never drank the alcohol provided by others."
Zou Yu was silent for a moment, then said with a smile: "So, the fact that you were willing to drink the wine I brought last time at the street stall shows that you trust me very much."
"It's boring if you can't even trust me." Xu Le said with a smile, "And you know, I've been fighting these days, and I don't want to let alcohol affect my brain."
During these days, he has been fighting, fighting against the entire Federation, all the time, every place and every place, not a second of peace and relaxation, but only the tension of life and death.
Zou Yu looked at him who was obviously thinner, and suddenly felt very sad. He raised his hand to cover his bright red lips and his inner emotions, and pushed the porcelain plate with more than half of the steak left on his table in front of him.
After Zou Yu left, Xu Le continued to lower his head and chew her remaining steak seriously. During this process, no one knew that he had a lot of conversations with the Federal Central Computer in his mind, thanks to the bright and pleasant lights of the Liufengpo Clubhouse.
The old man still refuses to offer any concrete help for his forthcoming plan, as he or she or it says, knowing that you are going to kill one or many federal citizens, as in the many heated squabbles in the sewer. If I give you detailed information and help, this is a serious violation of the core three laws.
Xu Le's brows were so tight that they were like flowers tied with shoelaces. After being silent at the dining table for a long time, Xu Le cursed angrily and silently, and placed the silver knife and fork heavily on the table, making a loud noise. A muffled sound.
A waiter heard the sound and politely asked for instructions to take away the extra plates and cutlery for him. Just after the waiter turned and left, the place where the silver cutlery and fork had been placed was an extremely subtle and unobtrusive place. Human attention chip.
Xu Le held the chip into his palm with his fingers, lifted the hood of the dark blue hooded sports windbreaker to cover his face, and walked out of the Liufengpo Clubhouse on the deliberately wet bluestone road.
Outside the clubhouse is Charter Square.
In the early autumn, the ginkgo leaves around the square are beginning to show their yellow color, swaying gently with the breeze, or it is more appropriate to describe it as trembling. This is the most beautiful season in Charter Square, but there are no pictures of tourists. I don’t know whether it is because the news of the defeat of the front-line war has made the people lose their interest in sightseeing, or whether the strikes and parades these days have made the people take it back. Boots ready for fall.
Xu Le sat on the bench beside the square and lit a cigarette, squinting at the few pedestrians and the military and police far more than pedestrians in the square.
The green smoke curled between his fingers, then rose and melted in the early autumn sky. He lowered his head and inserted the chip into the military watch, carefully read the information in the chip, and felt infinite emotion in his heart.
It was only a short time after Zou Yu left, that Mochou Houshan's lady made a decision and sent these confidential information to him. The courage and terrifying execution of Qian Shitai's family really made people fear. Emotions.
The microchip has a confidential file of the Ministry of Justice, which does not contain the content of the military court, but it is very interesting that through the scheduling, it is possible to calculate which building will be scheduled for the secret trial scheduled for the military court in a few days. among.
This is what Xu Le needs most now. There is also a very detailed and powerful battle plan attached to the chip file, but he is not ready to adopt it, although he can smell the familiar smell in this battle plan. Zou Yu, who worked in the Zhan Policy Research Office, must have contributed a lot of effort, but he would not allow his battles to be carried out under the guidance of Mochou Houshan.
After doing all this, Xu Le leaned on the back of the bench relaxedly, squinting at the blue sky with a cigarette in the corner of his lips, wondering what he was thinking.
It was amazing that no one paid attention to him, and no one came to ask who he was, what he was looking at here, what he wanted to do.
Uncle Feng Yu used his fierce life to prove that he is always right. Today, it seems that his last words of nonsense that the most dangerous place is the safest place are also correct.
A few years ago, in the face of Mrs. Tai's most deadly threat, he suppressed his anger and walked out of the Liufengpo Clubhouse, went to Charter Square, struggled and thought for a long time, and then made the decision to kill Medellin.
A few years later, he walked out of the Liufengpo club again and came to the charter factory. It was still that cold bench. That world, those people, was indeed a bit boring.
But some things have changed a lot. For example, the sky was full of snow in those days, and the autumn wind is refreshing today. He smoked a lot of cigarettes and stuck the butt into a plum blossom in the snow beside his feet, but today he only smoked two cigarettes. Smoke, nothing struggling to think.
There are many truths that he can't understand. For example, the conversation with Mr. President in the official residence that night troubled him for a long time. In the end, he was a little angry and understood the truth that Professor Shen had told him long ago. There is no such thing in this universe. what makes sense.
The building of the Capital Daily was burnt down, the soldiers on the front line died, and Colonel Lake was about to be released. The real and vivid scenes made him very unhappy.
A federal proverb often says that a twenty-year-old hero is often a thirty-year-old mediocre. He wants to be a hero before he is mediocre, and selfishly satisfy himself. As for after that? If the death is clean and neat, where is the reason to think again
The sun gradually moved to the west and retreated. Xu Le rubbed his numb face, which was blown by the wind. He stood up and glanced at the new moon that had just revealed a vague figure at the end of the sky. Thinking that he was about to forget the appearance of the old moon, he With such a sigh, he left Charter Square.
He followed the well-developed underground transportation network in the capital to a certain block, climbed up the long and sloping stone path, and bought some high-energy nutrition bars for students' camping at the foothills department store. Li Xiaoshan's boss greeted him and left.
Forty minutes later, a quiet light lit up somewhere in the underground passage of the capital. Xu Le wore goggles and climbed up the deep passage. His movements were extremely gentle, and he didn't make any sound, just like he was in an abandoned mine. Wild cat wandering for food.
Using a sharp military thorn to cut through the hard outer wall of the pipeline, Xu Le squinted his eyes and pulled out as many as sixty-four bundles of solid wire. He concentrated his strength on the pulp of his fingers and rubbed it hard. His fingers were now like a hot piece of The soldering iron actually rubbed off the protective film outside the solid wire like scraps of paper.
Connecting the miniature workbench to the broken circuit, Xu Le stared at the slightly fluorescent screen, and did not try to crack the ground security system, but just hoped to find the value of opening the ground door valve along the data flow.
He is not Gu Xifeng, nor Shi Qinghai, nor is he an uncle who can hack into the core of the Charter Bureau's computer. Theoretical physics, mathematical calculations, and computer manipulation are his weakest links compared to these geniuses, and the data he is performing at this time is reverse operation. , the danger of causing alarms from government surveillance systems is considerable.
Time passed by minute by minute, the night on the surface should be getting darker and darker, but his work progress was a little slow. Although the rigor of the engineer made him not feel impatient at all, he knew in his heart that if he had to postpone it until tomorrow. Entering the buildings on the surface, it is very likely that there is no way to catch up with the powerful government forces.
A drop of sweat slid down his forehead, wiped the edge of the semi-tight sports trench coat and dripped into the underground channel, and the tense atmosphere reverberated in the fishy underground channel.
At this moment, the voice of the federal central computer rang in his mind: "Gamo 2# access control, the algorithm you chose is too slow, if you want to enter before dawn, I suggest you choose to perform physical cracking, you There are tools in the workbench, in the second grating."