There used to be a word in the former dynasty to describe a person who was full of staunchness and willingness to cross the camp restrictions and even the hostile gaze of the whole world for his friends, that is: a swordsman who dares to pay tribute to a traitor.
This is a description that looks very ordinary. If you taste it carefully, you will definitely be able to figure out a very strong silent and powerful meaning full of male hormones.
There are many people who dare to be traitors, but very few people dare to pay tribute to the traitors when the overall situation has been decided. This often means that they need to stand on the opposite side of morality, and the collective will of morality, a socialized creature, has been required since ancient times. It still seems so powerful and invincible, because overcoming it is equal to overcoming one's own heart.
Xu Le is not a traitor, but his current identity is even more unacceptable to the Federation than a traitor. He is not dead, but he is about to die. Tai Zhiyuan comes to prison to see him for the last time, which can also be regarded as a condolence.
- The prince of the former dynasty, carrying a can of clear porridge, came to pay tribute to himself as a swordsman.
To have such a friend in one's life, Xu Le felt that this drama of life was worth the ticket price. The so-called handshake in a crowd of thousands of people makes my sleeves fragrant for ten years, and the whole world looks coldly like a bowl of porridge. How hot and warm will my chest and abdomen be
Tai Zhiyuan's try before he left, perhaps just to comfort himself, there is still a warm hope before the cold death arrives, but Xu Le doesn't care much anymore.
Comfort or not, it was obvious that the crown prince was trying to make Xu Le's last days more comfortable.
At the beginning of the morning, the military prison efficiently cleaned up the prison cell that he had smashed into a garbage heap, placed new beds and small tables, and even hung a soft light curtain.
Xu Le didn't watch TV. He could guess what was the news hotspot in the Federation recently. Watching scandalous news and shocking events was a very good way to pass the time, but if he was the focus of attention in the news, he would still be in the evil camp. That, then this way becomes less comfortable.
He rubbed the slightly swollen eyebrows, lay on the bed and pulled the snow-white over his head.
From before the catastrophe to after the catastrophe, from the federation to the empire, from the urchin to the grandson to the dying old man, the warm and dark bed has always been the most trusted and final safe place for human beings. After injury or lovelorn, people get into With his own bed, which isolates the light from the outside world, this last territory can easily become a self-contained one.
People can greet His Majesty the Emperor Huaifuchai's mother happily in the quilt, without worrying about the keen ears of intelligence officials, and can do many things that are not allowed by the law, without worrying about the brilliance of the charter daring to break through the privacy regulations.
In the darkness, Xu Le's fingers quietly stretched out to the side against the wall.
Last night's frantic smashing to vent his depression caused a lot of cracks in the seemingly hard outer body of the prison partition. He remembered clearly that in a certain cement crack, there was a standard junction box.
His fingers felt slightly hard. He closed his eyes and pressed his fingertips hard. The hard junction box material slowly and silently split apart in front of the wonderful force spewing from the fingertips, revealing the complicated wiring grooves inside.
As the best mechanic, Xu Le doesn't even need to look at it. He only needs to stay with his fingertips for a moment, and he can accurately distinguish whether it is a data cable or an energy cable, and what material is used for the covering wire. mistake.
With a slight movement of his fingers, his not-sharp fingertips easily broke the outer cover of the data cable. The hard rubber on the cable slowly and silently cracked like a fat man who had been cut open, exposing the chrome alloy core wire, with the rubber facing both sides. Lifted and separated, it really looks like a hard and extremely thin fish skin.
In the dark world, he closed his eyes and controlled the scorching power from the back of his waist with extreme precision, slowly passing through his shoulders and upper arms until it penetrated the pulp of his fingers and entered the bare data line.
Using the bioelectricity in human nerves or the kind of true qi similar to pulse waves to communicate with the machine, or even enter the processing structure of the other party to control the operation of the machine, it sounds so absurd and lacks possibility, and it is not reasonable. sex.
All the science fiction novels in the Federation have never imagined a similar story theme, because science fiction writers have never come into contact with or even heard of such an ability in Xu Le's body.
In the days when the Nutshell Engineering Department conducted experiments in Xilin Sunset State last year, Xu Le had tried many times with the help of Shang Qiu, but he had not made any effective progress. With charming fingers, you can directly control the M52 military mecha, making the black mecha in the realm of immortality among the hills even more out of reach.
It's the same today, but it's not the same. Some things have changed vaguely - the long and long digital numbers flowing at high speed in the data cable entered his mind from the fingers, provoking a strange response, which did not form in his clear consciousness. Any clear picture, there is only some kind of wonderful fuzzy feeling, and he can't say the specific reason, but he seems to be able to see the chaos. In addition to the central control, the data lines in this wall also connect the prisoners. Electronic safety valve for the chamber.
I don't know how long it took, he turned over and lay flat on the bed covered with a quilt in a daze. I don't know if the extremely vague feeling in his mind just now was an hallucination caused by his collapse under the pressure, or if his consciousness was real. I felt the information feedback from a distance along the data line.
Humans are first-order machines. Does this mean that the bioelectricity of the human body or that wonderful power can really become a language that machines can recognize
In the hot spring pool in Philadelphia, the military god Li Piff once mentioned to him some things about the true qi of the eight rice. As a result, there is no way to extend it to the entire federation, but the Academy of Sciences has basically determined that the method of training should be to extract some kind of radiation-like residue from the human body that has been inherited since ancient times, until the excitation becomes a specific manifestation. strength.
After thinking about it for a while, he couldn't figure it out, so Xu Le stopped thinking about it, silently held the data cable again, and poured the scorching power from the back of his waist into it continuously. The data line is the highway bridge used by the prison side to control the cells and facilities, so what he is doing now is to test the response of the other party through this highway bridge.
At this time, Xu Le didn't know his mastery of the power in his body, and he got a rare opportunity for improvement. , but it can drastically reduce the time required for the energy release process.
There is stillness in every major event, which is a realm that very few people can achieve. The tense sense of time pressure and crisis can often prompt creatures to instinctively break through their own limitations.
There is great terror between life and death, but also great opportunity.
In the past, Xu Le was able to remain calm when faced with major events or even death because he believed that as long as he lived a great life, even if he died gloriously, there would be no regrets. The so-called terror was just ordinary. However, the difference between the present and the past is too great. The death he will face has nothing to do with the word glory, and the past life has nothing to do with the great, just a sad joke.
So he has a strong desire to live.
It's just that since it has been determined that he is from the Empire, he will definitely be sentenced to death immediately. The Federation has no mercy, tolerance and sympathy for the Empire, and time is running out.
Covered and hidden in the darkness of his own territory, Xu Le lay there for a few hours, and then heard the alloy door of the cell slowly slide open, and the indifferent voice of the warden of the major general rang out. Fortunately, he was not executed immediately. Instead, the prison side announced a temporary change in measures: it was agreed that he would go to the large cafeteria for his last few meals.
Shocked, shocked or shocked, within half an hour of the federal news channel report appearing on the TV screen of thousands of households, hundreds of millions of federal citizens have only one emotion from their brains to their bodies. Their bodies were a little stiff in shock. They were holding lunch boxes in the school cafeteria, tea cups on the sofa, and spirits in the bar. People opened their mouths and widened their eyes, unable to believe what they heard and saw. to something.
The federal hero Colonel Xu Le turned out to be the most hidden imperial spy
As Mrs. Tai analyzed in Mochou Houshan, with the Medellin Congressman at the bottom, it is still difficult for the federal people to accept it, but the voices angrily scolding the government for being shady are not loud. In a very short period of time, most of the Everyone believes in this fact. After all, the results of the two biomarker comparisons are in front of everyone. Many big figures who are trusted by the people, including the editor-in-chief Bob, supervise the whole process, and... Charter Guanghui will never go wrong.
The emotional reaction of the federal people seemed a little strange. After being shocked, they felt fear. The fear of the imperial people's decades-long conspiracy, when they knew that the imperial beasts were lurking around them like ordinary people, this kind of fear was hard to suppress. Immediately afterwards, fear turned directly into disappointment, anger, and extreme embarrassment.
People naturally project these emotions on the imperial spies. Medellin is dead, and all the found imperial seeds have been cleaned up, so the only object to bear these negative emotions is Xu Le. .
Even people who had heard rumors about the foundation building back then would not think about it at this time. Medellin was killed by Xu Le. They used to talk about this rumor to add to their heroes. The legendary brilliance of idols, but now chooses to subconsciously forget.
The relationship between heroes, or idols, and the fanatical people is actually very similar to the idiots in romance novels. Once you find out that the person you love has deceived you, the idol turned out to be made of cheap stinky clay, then the one you loved back then. The deeper it is, the deeper the hatred is now, the greater the hope in the past, the greater the disappointment and the more shameful it is now.
I don’t know how many young male students went to the food stall outside the school gate to drink until they got drunk, and then angrily smashed all the wine glasses, scolded the imperialist Xu Le for his shamelessness and despicableness, and remembered how stupid he was a few months ago. Wearing a black mask and marching on the street with the classmates, to scolded the federal government for Xu Le, I felt extremely ashamed, and the scolding became louder.
I don’t know how many young women are sulking at home for no reason, pick on their mother’s diet, and taunt the poor clothing taste of Lao Jun female stars on TV. When they meet with friends, they point their orchid fingers and laugh at themselves saying that they have long been Seeing that Colonel Xu Le is not a good thing, those small eyes look so snarky, completely forgetting that the word I used to describe those small eyes is: charming, and I forgot the encrypted electronic diary in the drawer. It was written with the imagination of the girl Huaichun and the name of a certain hero.
When the hero landed, apart from smashing the blurred face into a clear ugliness, he could only splash the ground into chaos. Apart from that, no other movement was caused.
After the appraisal that shocked the universe at the Charter Bureau building, the federal government directly released Zou Yu and Shang Qiu. As for the deep-seated reasons behind the scenes, or what the President wants to express to all the forces through this release , which will inevitably lead to speculation and analysis by many people, but the parties themselves have no interest in it at all.
Shang Qiu returned directly to the Gangdu Industrial Park from the capital. She rejected Mr. Guoke's proposal to take a vacation, and ignored the rumors in the engineering department that she might be stripped of an independent technical director by the board of directors, and went directly into the heavy work.
The subordinate engineers and the staff of the engineering department all knew the reason for her recent disappearance. No one would talk about Xu Le-related news in front of her, watching her with technical parameters day and night, obviously losing weight. go down.
One day, Mr. Jose, the head of the Nutshell Engineering Department, finally couldn't stand it any longer, and comforted: "Sometimes it's a good way to forget about work, but pay attention to your body."
"I just can't find anything else to do but work, and it has nothing to do with forgetting, because I don't plan to forget anything."
"Xu Le is from the Empire, you must learn to forget."
Shang Qiu inserted the refill into his black hair, took off his glasses, looked at Mr. Jose and said calmly: "I am an engineer, whether it is a mecha or a washing machine, in my eyes, it is a combination of a bunch of metal components and microchips. "
"Similarly, whether it is Imperial or Federal, in my eyes, it is a combination of musculoskeletal, skin, hair, and body fluids, and there is no difference."
in the manor.
Ten trembling fingers pierced through her black hair, and Nam Sang Mi withdrew her gaze towards the TV light screen, her beautiful face was filled with four words of loss and sadness. Is he an imperial? How could he be imperial
As the contemporary mistress of Nan Xiang's family, Cao Jiaren, of course, knew this shocking news much earlier than ordinary people. She knew that her daughter, who had long been deeply rooted in Xu Le's love, would fall into the most difficult period of her life after knowing the truth. , has been sitting with her on the sofa.
Looking at her daughter's helpless expression, Cao Jiaren sighed in her heart.
Emotions often have to go through all kinds of hardships. For example, she and that wretched fat man died suddenly because of the invisible pressure of the family.
She believes that her daughter is stronger and braver than she was back then. No matter it is the pressure of family or society, whether it is the division of wealth or power, it will not shake her daughter's seemingly weak but strong will, even if Xu Le is a person who has nothing to do on the street. Rogue, as long as her daughter likes it, she will be able to persevere to the end.
However, what is standing in front of this relationship now is not Jian Shui'er or Zou Yu, or even Xu Le's imminent death, but something that no one in this universe can fight against.
In the bedroom on the second floor, the little girl Zhong Huanhua, who had just washed her hair, was sitting on the princess bed with her slender legs in her arms. The slightly wet black hair had already passed her shoulders and was hanging on her white nightdress.
She stared at the TV screen, her eyes were rounded, her mouth opened to the point of exaggeration, and after a while, she frowned cutely, muttered some very indecent swear words, jumped out of bed, picked up the electronic screen and started serious Silently sketch something.
The flicker-free cyan lines gradually became denser and clearer on the electronic screen, and finally a map of Nanxiang Manor appeared. Although this electronic map has not been completely drawn, it is very precise. Probably no one can imagine that this twelve The young princess of the Zhong family could draw such a sophisticated electronic map based on the impression left by Nan Xiangmei taking her to the manor for a horse-riding walk these days. It even marked several loopholes in the manor's monitoring system.
The sound of the door opening sounded, Zhong Fireworks hid the electronic map behind the bed at the fastest speed, and rubbed his face quickly with his little hands, turning the nervous and serious expression that was completely inappropriate for his age into a little girl's sweetness. Laugh innocently.
Nan Xiangmei walked in and sat directly on the soft couch by the window, staring at the stars above the trees outside the window in a daze. After a long silence, she said softly, "Do you know about that?"
"Yeah." The little girl Zhong Firework let out a umm from the depths of her lovely nose.
Nan Xiangmei slowly lowered her head, hugged her knees as if she was afraid of the cold, and said sadly, "I feel like I'm useless, I can't help him with anything, and... The moment I found out that he was from the Empire, my first reaction was: Forget all these years, don't think about him again, don't think about whether he can survive, as long as you don't think about him, you can pretend that you never liked an imperial man so much."
Crystal tears were dripping down, and Nam Sang Mi said with guilt and sadness: "The first reaction is the most real reaction, which means that I don't love him as much as I thought, and I'm ashamed."
"Oh, don't think too much." The little girl Zhong Huohua came over and said comfortably: "For the people in the capital star circle, the imperial and federal people are not the same race at all, they are a group of beasts, then you love The last imperial man was like trying to engage in bestiality."
Nan Xiangmei didn't understand, and looked up blankly at the little girl's face.
"Bestiality is strictly forbidden even on the 18-ban forums, and it's the most obscene and disgusting thing, just like the weird uncles who like girls as big as me."
Zhong Yanhua patted his chest with a smile, and said, "A born good girl like you, of course, can't stand such a fierce thing."
"It's a disgusting description." The picture appeared in Nan Xiangmei's mind. There was no blush on her face, only uncontrollable panic. She looked at Zhong Yanhua with a natural and relaxed expression, and said with a trace of incomprehension and dissatisfaction: "Just now You said the capital star circle... Don't you Xilin people see the imperial people like this?"
"Of course not." Zhong Yanhua waved his small white arms and said, "We often see imperial people over there. There are quite a few prisoners of war. Although I know those imperial people are bad, but..."
She shrugged and her black hair danced slightly: "In our eyes, it's actually almost as bad as the people in your capital star circle."
These two simple sentences made Nan Xiangmei frown, vaguely grasping some key issues. Zhong Yanhua noticed the change in her mood, a secret thought in his heart was bad, he coughed twice to interrupt the other party's thoughts, and said with great sincerity: "You don't need to feel guilty, think about how many compatriots the imperialists have killed? How many sisters have been raped? How can you fall in love with an imperial man? Sister Nan Xiang, forget about these things, Xu Le is not the only man in the world."
In the dead of night, Nam Sang Mi, who had experienced a strong mental shock, finally fell asleep, with tears still hanging from the corners of her eyes. The little girl Zhong Fireworks opened her bright eyes and looked at the ceiling in a trance, her heart was full of uncontrollable joy.
Are you actually an imperial? That's great. Those women in the federation who are crazy about you will probably run away, and I'm the only one who dares to follow you. You are not the only man in the world, but I am the only girl by your side, so what else can you do other than wait for me to grow up and become a woman
The cute little girl tossed and turned on the bed and couldn't sleep, with a satisfied and nervous smile on her face from time to time, she didn't worry about that person's safety at all, death? How is it possible, you are my omnipotent brother Xu Le.
Inside the single-family villa in Xishan Compound.
He finally managed to calm his mother's overly frightened heart and kicked Zou Liuhuo onto the bed.
After being silent for a long time, the familiar and heartbreaking beauty returned to her eyebrows again.
She opened the drawer of the dresser and looked at the little instrument that Shi Qinghai had stuffed into her hand on the Charter Square in the deepest part. She thought silently, if this thing can really avoid the brilliance of the Charter, then there is no doubt that it is most needed now. are imperial.
The problem is that you fucking stupid ignorant imperial man is now locked in that fucking prison, what the hell can I think of for you
This is the Allure Military Prison.
In the former dynasty, it was responsible for detaining dissidents. After the republic, several family heads of the Seven Great Families were detained here by the government. Among the presidents who were the toughest against the Seven Great Families, except for two who died in assassination, there was one president. He was impeached and stepped down during his tenure, because he was serving a sentence for corruption, and the place where he served his sentence was also here.
After the bloody period of the most intense struggle, the Seven Families gradually withdrew from the stage, hidden behind the scenes, and formed some kind of compromise with the government, and the situation returned to harmony. Since then, this prison has been mainly responsible for detaining the most vicious criminals in the Federation.
People who are detained in Qingcheng Military Prison will hardly have the chance to go out again. If someone is really lucky or leaves forcefully, then he will definitely do everything possible for the rest of his life, even if he would rather die, he will never return to this place again. Desperate buildings.
Xu Le had been here before, and then he was pardoned, and now he was thrown into the Qingcheng military prison for the second time. In history, there were definitely no more than three people who had suffered like this.
As for jailbreaking? Since the Qingcheng Military Prison was put into use, such a thing has never happened. No matter how omnipotent a guy in human society seems, once he enters here, it is like a vulture without wings and a warship without crystal mines. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get rid of this snarl, until the days gradually became rotten flesh or a cold and unconscious pile of steel.
The heavy magnetic shackles tore at the muscles of his calf, and the pain was like a knife cut. The induction lights at the ankles appeared and appeared to warn the surrounding dangerously. There were induction electronically controlled bombs in the shackles, and three rings were like metal rings. Coarse alloy handcuffs, hanging on the wrist.
The muscle relaxant injected into the body by the prison doctor began to work, and the feeling of weakness permeated his whole body. It became very difficult for him to drag the heavy shackles. The heavy alloy ring on his wrist pulled the weak forearm down. Just like the overripe and heavy fruit in autumn, the pressed branches bend weakly.
Xu Le squinted his eyes and raised his head with difficulty to look at the thick lead-like cloud above the transparent dome of the prison. He wanted to make history and be the first person to successfully escape from the Qingcheng Military Prison. However, he had no confidence. Even a clearer method has not been found.
The strong and rude pulling force traveled down the noose to the neck, causing him to stagger forward and almost fall.
The major general and the warden coughed twice, waved his hands to signal the subordinates who were holding a noose to control Xu Le's body to relax a little, and said in a low voice, "It's already very difficult for you to come out to eat, you'd better not think too much. many."
After a moment of silence, Xu Le nodded and walked along the magnetic passage to his own dining table.
The crisp metal collision sounded in panic. On the other side of the transparent material, the felons who were dining silently looked at the man who was walking slowly over there, watching his short hair point straight to the sky like weeds, and his beard. Like a burnt field, grass roots grow stubbornly, and the collective subconsciously puts down the tableware in their hands.
To these unforgivable federal felons, this scene seems familiar, or more precisely, it's just a dull repetition of the one from five years ago, only this time the repetitions are too long and longer than their daily repetitions. More interesting, until some people took a while to remember who he was.
"Colonel Xu Le, welcome back!"
The famous felon stood up and shouted to the guy who was walking hard on the transparent wall. Immediately afterwards, two electric arcs hit his body. The military guard stepped forward with a sullen face, pulled out the baton by his waist, and rudely Started beating.
Bubbly, Xu Le looked back, listening to the sound of a hard object hitting the person.
Looking at the prisoner on the ground who was twitching in pain and blood dripping from the corners of his lips, he remembered that after he was transferred to the Qingcheng Military Prison five years ago, this was the first person to smile to him, but he was arrested for this smile. He was jailed for three days.
I didn't expect that five years later, this guy is still so tough, probably because the inmates in this prison, other than challenging the authority of the prison authorities, can't find anything to pass the long time that makes people want to die and then die. A life I can't bear to throw away like this...
Xu Le smiled, and across the transparent wall, he waved to the federal felons on the other side of the wall. The arm was waving very slowly, but in the eyes of the major general and the warden behind, he seemed to see the slow-moving arm. Trying to throw something into the ashes to ignite a flame that looks icy and hides ferocious energy.
The food in the prison is good. Although it can't keep up with the front-line troops, nutrition can be guaranteed. Potatoes with egg white meat are the main course, a green vegetable, a salted cucumber, and an orange.
It only took Xu Le a short time to destroy the food in front of him with the numbered cutlery in his hand, but he ate very slowly today and chewed very carefully, as if he wanted to chew all the energy contained in each grain of rice and each potato. into nutrients that can be absorbed and stored in the body.
He eats slowly and thinks freely.
Accept the fact that you are an imperial, forget the sense of identity tearing brought about by federal education, and do not struggle forever with literature and art. Thinking about it is just a very simple thing, but when the event happens to each individual individual , it will become not so simple, for example, he must face the fact: from a blood point of view, Medellin and the King of Caton County are his own close relatives, even close uncles, but they were both killed by him. .
Will this situation go to an ethics court? Xu Le put the last piece of potato into his mouth and chewed it carefully and even delicately. As the chewing muscles stretched, a mocking smile appeared on his cheek: No one can judge himself in the ethics court, and the problem is now. It's not about morals, it's about life and death, and I don't want to die, it's that simple.
Pushing the dinner plate a little further, he took the orange and started peeling it. The white strands under the withered yellow peel were a little dry. He licked his dry lips, squinted his eyes, and passed through the transparent wall. on repeat offenders.
The old man by the window who was trying to find a few tiny worm eggs from the orange peel was called Mende, a former professor of the Third Department of the Federal Academy of Military Sciences and the best biochemical expert in the federation. ... Killing his wife and family without any reason, in the eyes of many people, he will definitely receive more than three Nebula Awards in his life.
The bald-headed man who was grinning and looking at him was called George. He seemed extremely stupid and honest, but in fact he was a rare powerhouse in the federal army.
This man insisted on calling himself St. George because of his belief in a primitive religion in the Bermuda Triangle. Also because of that goddamn religion, he tore seven innocent recruits into pieces in the boot camp, and he insisted on the military court. I feel the guidance of the Lord...
The man who smiled innocently like a child was named Charles, the most notorious prostitute serial killer in the federation, and the first prostitute who died at his hands was his biological mother.
And that middle-aged man as handsome as a stone sculpture, what's his name? Xu Le frowned, recalling carefully, oh, yes, his name is Tong Jiazhen, a character that even he thinks scary.
Xu Le suddenly felt that this scene was very strange. As his eyes shifted, the identities and resumes of those men clearly emerged in his mind. It was a bit like the scene when he brought seven groups to the front line, but Xiong Linquan and the others were truly fearless fighters. , and these people are truly fearless criminals.
After he was transferred to the Qingcheng Military Prison, he shared a meal with these criminals across the wall. In the shortest time, with the help of the old thing, he made clear the identity and ability of the other party, because he wanted to use the ability of these people to escape from prison. , but was later pardoned by President Pabble, these preparations were of no use, who would have thought that it would come in handy five years later.
The prison is still the same prison, and the criminals on the transparent wall are still those criminals, except that Mende's hair has turned from gray to silver, and St. George's bald head has some scars and wrinkles. Five years seem to have not left here. any trace.
Then he found that there was an old voice missing from the transparent wall, his eyes could not help narrowing, staring at the orange in his hand silently.
The owner of the old voice used to be the spiritual leader of the felons in this military prison, and his identity was very mysterious. Even the old thing could not find a more accurate file except for a citizen number. If someone can sort out this person's story, it must be It would be a real legend, but now he just disappeared into this prison in obscurity.
It seems that no one can truly conquer time, not Li Pif, the god of war, nor the nameless old man in the prison, so can anyone defeat this prison
With his fingers stuck in the soft peel, Xu Le frowned and thought silently for a long time, then suddenly put the oranges back on the plate, stood up with difficulty on the dining table, and looked towards the transparent wall.
Seemingly sensed his gaze, the notorious prisoners on the transparent wall or the most wicked prisoners raised their heads and looked back at him collectively, with complex or interesting meanings in their eyes.
The guards in the military prison, especially the special forces responsible for detaining Xu Le, suddenly became nervous. The command voice in the communication system sounded at a high frequency, and a dozen guards walked towards Xu Le, trying to stop his next move.
Xu Le didn't do anything, he just looked at the prisoners over the transparent wall, raised the shackles in his hand high and said, "Live humbly, or die happily."
The prison was dead silent, and the cold sunlight of late autumn suddenly penetrated the thick dark clouds, passed through the transparent dome, and shone on him.
A prisoner on the other side of the wall shouted: "Not good reason!"
Batons and electric currents attacked the body, and before he fell, he shouted to the felons beyond the transparent wall: "Because I want to live."