Before his identity was revealed and forced to flee, the imperial prince Xu Le had been leading seven groups like countless rough stones, attacking indifferently and tyrannically, and crushing many big men had nightmares.
So after he fled, the federal government kept a close eye on the first seven teams, whether they were on the front lines or retired.
It's just that with the passage of time, the past has become more and more like the past, and the government's monitoring has become a lot looser. For example, Liu Jiao, who drives a taxi in Hong Kong, has often had to wait more than ten days for more than a year to see the black FBI SUV.
Until one morning, he received a business card, that is, from that day on, he found that the traffic department did not come to trouble him, but there was always a black SUV behind the taxi.
He knew why—the federal government knew the boss was back and guessed he might be contacting the former seven-team members, so increased surveillance.
Liu Jiao let the FBI agents track him, not nervous, excited, not resisting, calm and silent. Then, at the moment of the order to act, he smirked, as usual, at the FBI agents in the black SUV across the street.
The FBI agent in the SUV was munching on a piece of bread with synthetic meat. I followed the taxi driver for the past few days and found nothing unusual. Several people felt a little tired and bored. Seeing the abhorrent smile of the taxi driver, they couldn't help but cursed in a low voice.
At this moment, Liu Jiao's expression in the taxi suddenly became serious, his right foot slammed to the bottom, his right hand seemed to be playing with magic blocks, and instantly moved up to three gears.
With the sharp tire friction, the yellow taxi suddenly accelerated and slammed into the black SUV!
Howling fiercely! A dilapidated yellow taxi rushed over, and on the not spacious street, it drove an irresistible armored car. How did the driver do it
The FBI agents in the black SUV, looking at the whizzing yellow taxi, forgot how to react, or even if they remembered the training in the school, they had no time to do it At any reaction, they opened their mouths, revealing the crumbs and synthetic meat pieces melted together in one place, silently announcing their panic.
The two cars collided with a loud bang!
The hood of the black SUV was deformed and cracked, and it bounced into the sky with a screeching sound. The airbags in the car were all deployed, like a huge inflatable condom ravaging the offspring. Several agents were squeezed in the middle and could not move at all. To their panic-stricken faces, and the coffee juice dripping from the white sacs.
I don't know how long it took, the FBI agents finally smashed the airbag and struggled to get out of the deformed car window. Apart from the clear black tire marks, Liu Jiao was nowhere to be found.
A detective stood beside the yellow taxi and ripped open the button of his shirt in desperation. He couldn't understand why this dilapidated taxi did not deform seriously after such a violent collision. Riley's special black SUV is a little more sturdy.
Holding the pistol, he looked helplessly at the empty street, turned around and kicked the yellow taxi angrily, but nearly fell to the ground in pain.
In a certain block in the capital of Qixia Prefecture, the rolling shutter door of the cake shop was halfway down, and the inside was being cleaned. The staff wisely hid in the back kitchen, leaving the store area for the little boss and the female clerk who likes to blush.
Shi Hang packed a box of freshly baked fruit cakes and stuffed it into his already extremely heavy marching backpack. Then he glanced at the email on his phone, and then at the clerk who was bending over to wipe the counter. He couldn't help but smile. .
With a light snap, he slapped the young clerk's cocked hip frivolously, raised his eyebrows and said, "Honey, I'm leaving."
The young and beautiful female clerk was attacked suddenly, turned around in surprise, covered her hips with a rag subconsciously, looked at him aggrieved and said shyly, "Boss... You are too much."
The frivolous look on Shi Hang's face gradually faded away, and he looked at her quietly, suddenly he took her into his arms, bowed his head and offered the most passionate and serious kiss.
After a long time, the two slowly separated, and the young female clerk, who was mixed with panic and confusion, held a rag to her chest, looked at him in a blur, and felt that she should have called indecent assault, but why couldn't she make a sound
Shi Hang lowered his head and kissed her on the lips again, and then said in a hoarse voice, "We will get married when I come back this time."
The rolling shutter door slowly rose, and the cold winter wind blew in, and Shi Hang, who was carrying a rucksack for the march, was nowhere to be seen. The young female clerk stared at the door, she didn't understand what had happened before, but the hot cheeks that only the cold wind couldn't cool down reminded her what that hateful guy did just now, and how hateful he said again without sincerity if.
After being stunned for a while, she subconsciously turned around and continued to clean the table, her delicate face covered with red and shy peach blossoms, and she laughed foolishly from time to time.
"Manager, is the schedule of Star Wars really going to decrease? It's war time, and this kind of film is very popular."
"What about being popular? I don't like it."
"Hello, manager."
"My sense of smell would be much better if you used less perfume."
"Hello, manager."
"Frontline soldiers are bleeding, what am I good for?"
Jiang Jin, the young owner of a chain theater in South Kezhou, walked in the corridor with a blank face under the awe-inspiring eyes of his subordinates, and responded indifferently from time to time, looking like a very proud young adult.
At the end of the corridor is the cleaning room. He pushed open the door and entered, looking at the middle-aged cleaner behind the two marching rucksacks, his pride and indifference disappeared, and it was quickly replaced by humility and even flattery.
"Master, I'm ready."
The middle-aged cleaner stood up, frowned at him, and scolded unceremoniously, "Wear a fucking silk cloth, is that ready?"
"Oh." Jiang Jin took off his expensive formal clothes without hesitation, and then took a cleaner's uniform from behind the door and put it on his body.
The middle-aged cleaner put up his marching rucksack with a blank face, and said, "Remember, from the moment we walk out of the back door, we will start fighting."
Jiang Jin saluted with a snap, then put on another marching rucksack, took out the pistol at his waist and loaded it by mistake.
The back door of the theater opened, and the two walked out silently.
A major federal pharmaceutical company is convening a temporary emergency board of directors to study what measures should be taken to protect its own interests in the face of emergency drug support requested by the military.
The young chairman was sitting in a wide chair called imitation leather that was actually genuine leather, staring at the lead clouds and snowflakes outside the window in a daze, as if he was not listening at all.
Suddenly he stood up, and under the stunned eyes of the directors, he laughed with his arms outstretched, and walked out of the conference room without explaining anything.
"Aunt Doris, help me hide from my parents."
At the table outside the door, I whispered a few words to the female secretary in her fifties and kissed her cheek. The young chairman smiled and took a rucksack that had obviously been prepared for a long time, and entered the underground parking lot through the special elevator field.
Someone bumped into a long-lost marching path with the yellow cab they depended on for a living, someone left the cake shop and the pretty girl temporarily for more important things and was sure they would come back.
Some people set out from the cleaning room with their masters, some people finally made up their minds to interrupt an important board meeting, and some people jumped up on the beach chairs in the south, and there were no hot girls with blue sky and white clouds in their eyes.
Someone walked out from behind an ordinary apartment building in the capital, the shadow of the brim and the snowflakes obscuring the too delicate and feminine face.
The feminine and peaceful eyebrows have gradually released the cold and sharp meaning, so he needs to cover up. He took out the cigarette case with the indentation of the drying rack from his arms, lit a Sanqi brand cigarette, took a silent sip, and looked at the fifty-fifty across the street. The anxious federal officials outside Mi chose to leave in another direction.
In the depths of the side alley behind him, seven or eight small-eyed special forces fell unconscious, lying in a mess, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
Spring City is the closest state capital to Philadelphia. The city is not small. It is a paradise in the minds of countless outdoor enthusiasts because of its magnificent mountain peaks, countless mirror-like lakes, and a beautiful temperate climate.
Especially in the middle of winter, many federal citizens living in the northern hemisphere, forced by the severe cold from Linhai Prefecture, also joined the army of outdoor enthusiasts, bringing a steady stream of people to the city.
On this day, Spring City was also very lively. Seven subway lines continued to transport tourists who came here by various means of transportation to all directions.
Many middle-aged young people with heavy marching rucksacks came to the city one after another. They were among the tourists, and it was difficult to attract the attention of the Spring City side who was used to seeing huge rucksacks and masochists.
Some details may be noticed if one looks closely.
The rucksacks on these people are very similar in style. They have been outdated and weathered for many years. The edges and corners have long been whitened and even the surface is gradually broken, but they are still strong and durable.
These men are as agile as the top outdoorsmen, but have a more poised, tough, stoic air, like the backpacks behind them.
Jiang Jin and his master stood at the end of the carriage of Metro Line 4, listening to the sound of rolling tracks outside the window and looking at the advertising slogans made of light. They were silent, neither talking nor responding to a female backpacker's approach.
The subway pulls into the terminal.
When the few passengers got off the bus, Jiang Jin and the two lowered their heads, using the dim light to cover, avoiding the monitoring heads that might have failed, passing through the simple wooden ladder in the tool room, and walking down the platform.
After walking along the dark subway passage for an unknown amount of time, Jiang Jin glanced at the coordinate display on the military watch and nodded to the master.
There is a dark maintenance channel in the direction of the left hand. The two easily climbed up and looked at the rusted iron door that seemed to have not been opened for many years. Jiang Jin breathed calmly, raised his hand and knocked six times.
Click, click, click, click.
The end of the rusted iron door has always been deadly quiet, and no one can be detected at all, but just after Jiang Jin's knock on the door with a certain frequency, a low voice of questioning suddenly sounded inside the door: " password."
Jiang Jin raised his brows, cursed impatiently, looked back at his master and asked in distress, "I've been discharged from the army for two years, what's the password now?"
His master couldn't help frowning when he heard Jiang Jin's question, and reprimanded in a low voice, "I've also been discharged from the army for two years, who knows?"
Suddenly, he roared at the rusty iron door with a cold voice: "Shanpao you bitch, I am Hu Zonghua, open the door for me."
The iron door slammed open.
Under the dim light, Shan Pao looked at the angry face of the middle-aged man with embarrassment and said, "Hey, I said Lao Hu, so you can hear my voice?"
There are many differences between the seventh group and the general federal troops and those mercenaries. The class division here is simple and clear. It is not about military rank, nor about earning ability or background. The older you get, the more respect you get.
Of course, this does not include Xu Le.
There are less than six members of the oldest group in the seventh group who are still alive, and Hu Zonghua is one of them, so he is Jiang Jin's master, so in front of him, the grumpy Shanpao behaves like a little white man.
"Fuck, who are you talking about? You should be respectful to my master."
Jiang Jin took the master's heavy backpack and squeezed into the iron gate.
Shan Pao looked at him in shock and said, "Jinzi, why are you here? I heard that you opened a pornographic movie theater in South Kezhou. You are doing well."
There are already more than ten members of the seventh group in the room, Jiang Jin caught a glimpse of the shy young player in the innermost, looked back at Shan Pao and said displeasedly: "The chairman of the fourth pharmaceutical can come, why can't I come? "
When the team members in the room saw the two of them, especially Hu Zonghua, they stood up one after another, and those who offered their seats offered their seats, showing great enthusiasm.
Hu Zonghua nodded indifferently. None of these former new players were richer than him. He was just a cleaner, but in this environment, he was not at all uncomfortable, because it was a matter of course.
In the following period of time, there were knocks with clear rhythm and strange frequency from time to time at the iron door, the door was opened from time to time, and people kept coming from other places.
In the dimly lit room, a low-pitched exclamation could be heard from time to time.
"Why are you here too?"
"Why can't I come when you are here?"
"Bastard, you are still alive, why didn't you call me?"
"Shuizhu, what are you doing this time, you should say it first."
"It's useless to ask him, this bitch has no guts, just wait."
"Ah, you're here too? Has the little girl in the cake shop succeeded?"
Conversations like this have never been interrupted. Whenever the door is opened and a team member walks in, it is such a welcome, followed by soft high-fives, warm hugs, and sincere laughter.
The dimly lit room in the depths of the subway seemed to have become a party site for the tenth anniversary of the classmates. Men who had not seen each other for a long time gathered together, talked about the situation after separation, and guessed who would knock on the door next.
The members of the seven groups gradually arrived, Gu Xifeng arrived, Xiong Linquan arrived, and Magnolia quietly appeared in front of people like a ghost.
Seeing these three people appear, the team members smiled and threw away the cigarettes in their hands. No one instructed them to automatically form a queue, and then stood at attention and saluted.
Lao Bai, Da Xiong, Fei Gu, these are the three oldest men in the seven groups.
The iron gate opened for the last time, and a man with a heavy marching rucksack walked in breathlessly, pulled down the heavy metal gate valve, then turned around, squinted his small eyes and looked at the crowd, saying, "Long time no see. "
"Boss!"
The room was filled with surprise responses from the players, and then quickly fell into a dead silence.
Xu Le squinted and looked at these guys who hadn't seen him for three years, and found that in the dim light, the eyes of these guys were round and round, as bright and scorching as the eyes of wild cats in the mines, hiding a lot of hope.
The team members gathered in this city subway from all over the world. They didn't know what they were going to do, and they didn't find a common goal for the time being. But when they came and saw it, they inevitably felt a little longing in their hearts.
The members of the seven groups were eager to return to the Federation, telling them that they were persecuted by the government and forced to stay away from their homeland.
So they looked at the man looking at the door with nervousness and anticipation, and no one spoke for a long time.
Xu Le knew what these guys wanted to hear the most, but he could only scratch his head and replied with a self-deprecating smile, "I am indeed from the Empire."
There was a sigh of disappointment in the room, and the team members were a little dejected. Someone said bitterly, "Boss, it's rare to see each other, so can't you say something to cheer up?"
Liu Jiao shook his head, looked at Xu Le and said seriously: "Boss, it's really your fault, how can you be an imperial? This is too emotional."
"It's mainly my parents' fault. I really don't have much say."
Xu Le explained with a wry smile, then took out a cigarette case from his jacket pocket, and with a flattering smile, gave the team members in the room cigarettes in turn.
The room was still quiet, and the team members were greatly stimulated by the smile on his face. How dare they take it like this, they quickly responded with a more flattering smile, and then took the cigarette with both hands and carefully lit it.
Just like that year, the seven teams who had just finished a tragic net laying mission on Planet 3320, the team members smoked silently and quietly at the barracks, still the same smell.
The tradition of blue box notoginseng cigarettes originated at Ewha University in those years. Shi Qinghai handed it to Xu Le through the iron gate, and then Xu Le brought it into the seventh group. These players are now the chairman or the manager, and how much money they have, but they are still used to pumping like this.
Spicy and dazzling smoke began to fill the air, and the smell of smoke in the dark room penetrated into everyone's lungs, and the atmosphere gradually became a little quieter.
This collective unconscious impression review is the ultimate magic formula for condensing fighting friendship, enhancing unity and fighting will, but someone in the room thinks it is a pure waste of time, boring and hypocritical to the extreme.
"Today is the day of my son's kindergarten winter exam. I came here thousands of miles away, not to listen to your memories of those years."
Magnolia looked at the crowd and said softly, "The roll call will begin immediately."
The voice was still soft, but the team members who heard this sentence felt a chill in their bodies at the same time. They could hear his impatience, and quickly put out the cigarette and started counting the number. Xu Le also embarrassedly withdrew the right hand that handed the cigarette.
What the seven team members feared the most was never the mighty Xu Le, nor the violent Xiong Linquan, but the soft-spoken Magnolia.
The roll call ended quickly.
Unexpectedly but also unexpectedly, the fact that the seven groups of players gathered three years apart, and all the members were there, made Xu Le and even the team members feel extremely moved and fierce.
"Old rule, start pre-war mobilization."
After Bai Yulan said this, she quietly stood beside Xu Le, a little behind, just like she did every time they gathered before.
Until now, he hadn't spoken to Xu Le, or even looked at each other, but the positions of the secretary and assistant were so familiar that they could stand back in their original positions with just one step.
"The old rule of the seven groups, before each battle, we must first solve a problem, why do we fight and how do we fight?"
Xu Le looked at the team members in the room and said, "Today's combat mobilization is relatively simple. It can be summed up in one sentence."
"Our comrades-in-arms, our brothers, were killed by some big figures in the federal government. They didn't die on the frontal battlefield, but in a conspiracy."
"I don't agree with this method of death, so I came back and called everyone to get an explanation for them."
The room fell silent again, and no team members doubted Xu Le's statement, because there were Da Xiong and Fat Gu beside him annotating with solemn expressions, and there were pictures of countless past battles as evidence.
"Who is the target of revenge?" A team member asked in a deep voice.
Xu Le narrowed his eyes and replied, "Federal government, President Pabble."
"This is powerful, you can do it." A team member replied.
Xu Le stopped talking nonsense, lowered his head and twisted the outer dial of his watch, and ordered in a deep voice: "After the synchronization of the data is over, distribute the equipment immediately."
The team members neatly lifted their sleeves, activated the relevant firmware on their watches, and started synchronizing the information of the infantry group.
After completing the information synchronization, they opened their heavy marching rucksacks and put on their equipment. The hard ceramic body armor and individual helmets of the same model have been in use for three years without being worn out at all.
"Seven precision electronic maps are available, relevant information is available, action plans are available in detail, and combat task assignments are available."
Magnolia looked down at the data display on the small light screen on her wrist, confirmed the data synchronization, then raised her head and said softly, "The goal of this operation is revenge, not sacrifice, so you must live."
His eyes fell on the bearded Hu Zonghua, and he raised his eyebrows and said: "So if those guys who thought they were fierce on the battlefield before but refused to wear bulletproof vests, let me spot-check this time and find that he secretly The hard pottery piece was pulled out, don't blame me for being rude."
The cleaner Hu Zonghua, who has always been arrogant and ruthless in front of the manager and teammates, was as simple and honest as a lump of dry mud in front of Magnolia, hehe said with a smile: "Olay, that stuff is really heavy, and it's not good for my climbing performance. "
In the seventh group, you can also see each other's identities from their titles. Everyone calls Xu Le Boss. Only Magnolia calls him the boss. Ordinary team members call Magnolia Laobai. Only the real old players call him Olay Oil. .
Magnolia didn't bother to pay attention to him, and began to carefully check the equipment of the team members. Xiong Linquan dragged out two boxes from the depths of the room, took out a firearm from the box, and explained to everyone: "TP changed to sniper, very easy to use."
No one in the room spoke anymore. The team members carefully disassembled and assembled firearms, checked personal equipment, wore body armor, and kept silent.
Shi Hang sneaked up to Xu Le's side, squatted and took out a box of cakes from the marching rucksack, and said in a low voice beside his ear, "Boss, I'm opening a cake shop now, which is dedicated to honoring you, stay for a while. Come on, try it."
After a while, Jiang Jin also quietly walked to Xu Le's side, took out a CD from his clothes like a thief, and said, "Boss, this is a 3D love action movie that has just been released. I’m sure you can’t see it over there, I opened a movie theater myself, this is secretly recorded to honor you, when the battle is over, you can appreciate it.”
The young chairman of No. 4 Pharmaceuticals sneaked behind Xu Le like he was sneaking in a position. At this time, the expression on his face was very nervous and excited, and he couldn't see any cold and strong appearance on the board of directors.
Without waiting for Xu Le to ask questions, he forced a medicine bottle into Xu Le's pocket, and said cautiously with the lowest volume: "Boss, this is the latest medicine from the pharmaceutical factory, which has passed the clinical trial, but due to market reasons, it will take less than three years. I will definitely not promote it, I will use it to honor you."
After a pause, he smiled and said, "This medicine is very helpful in that aspect. Everyone knows that your time is too short."
Magnolia walked over, looked coldly at the young chairman of the fourth pharmaceutical factory, and said, "It seems that you are very leisurely, just at this time, you need someone to help him make the electric valve for explosives, go over."
Xu Le, with a complicated expression, watched Magnolia silent for a moment, then opened her arms and asked, "Should the two of us hug?"
Magnolia subconsciously used her fingers to brush the missing hair, looked at his jacket pocket, her eyes seemed to penetrate the bulletproof vest, and when she saw the small medicine bottle, she directly shook her head to express her refusal.
Xu Le spread his arms and said innocently, "The team members expressed their closeness, but I can't do it."
"Boss, you always laughed at me like a woman back then."
Magnolia looked at his left chest and said softly, "Now that my son is three years old, it turns out that some people need the help of medicine more than me."
Xu Le said angrily: "Just once! The problem is that one time, why did the entire team know about it? Who said it?"
"Don't look at me, it's not what I said anyway." Magnolia replied blankly: "That year, in the snow camp of 5460, Mr. Shi dragged you and me to drink. You said it yourself after drinking too much. As for what happened to the team members I know, you have to ask Master Shi."
From Xiong Linquan and Gu Xifeng, the team members knew what happened on Mohua Planet and the details of the conspiracy in the Southwest Theater.
They silently looked at the pile of gleaming metal identity cards on the ground, knowing that each metal card represented the soul of a brother.
"Big Bear, where's Da Vinci?" a team member suddenly asked.
"He has his mission, just like we have ours." Xu Le replied: "What we need to do now is to wait for the order to attack."
The team members silently cleared their firearms, prepared ammunition, and silently memorized the attack route map in their minds. They did not know when and where the attack command was issued, but only knew that they were about to attack.
In a heavily guarded building in the capital, as the iron gate painted with blood-red eyes was slowly opened, an angry roar came out.
"All the twenty-seven surveillance targets are missing! How did you do things? You failed to intercept one person! You don't even know where they are now. What is the government doing for you people?"
Ji Chang, the former director of the Special Warfare Office of the First Military Region, is now the commander of the joint investigation department. No matter what position he is in, everyone in the government knows that this general is Chairman Lee Jae-do's most loyal subordinate.
In order to compete for the control of this extremely powerful department, the federal military and the Charter Bureau secretly fought for many times, and finally fell into the hands of the military because of Li Zaidao's strength.
Today's Ji Chang is no longer as calm and calm as he used to be. His hair is messy, his eyes are bloodshot, and his calloused hands are constantly slapping the table, staring at all his subordinates and reprimanding them sharply: "That's twenty-seven people. , not twenty-seven mosquitoes, how could they just disappear so silently? Your small-eyed special operations department, Xiang is from the Federation's strongest elite, why can't even these veterans be dealt with?"
No one in the command hall dared to answer the general's furious reprimand, but except for the ashamed small-eyed colonel of the special operations department, many officials disagreed, secretly thinking that it was the legendary seven group.
General Ji Chang suppressed his excitement and said, "The FBI is a bunch of rubbish, so what about the Charter Bureau? Why can't even you find them? I remind you that Mr. President and Chairman Lee Jae-do are now on this I am very concerned about this matter, and if the positioning cannot be completed within two hours, I have to suspect that your intentions are very suspicious."
An official walked up to him and reminded: "Although there is no sign that the rebels are approaching there, for the sake of safety, should the defense measures there be strengthened."
After thinking for a moment, Ji Chang nodded and said in a low voice, "Let Chundu pay attention. If... the situation changes, let them understand what to do. Terrorist exchanges will always cause innocent casualties."
At this time, the Charter Bureau official finally broke the silence, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and explained in a low voice: "The bureau received the government's application and immediately started the chip positioning work, but I am very sorry that just late last night, A certain program segment of the Charter Computer suddenly had some problems, so the positioning work could not be completed at this time."
General Ji Chang looked at him coldly and said, "The great charter computer can also have problems? Are you laughing at my IQ or challenging the government's patience?"
The Charter Bureau official shook his head, insisted on his explanation, and said, "It's not that this has happened before. At least as far as I know, it happened once five years ago and once four years ago."
"I don't care about this!" General Ji Chang slammed on the table and shouted sharply: "What I want is the result, do you understand!"
Seven groups of veterans disappeared collectively, and one could guess with his ankles that those fierce guys were definitely preparing for a big event when they were hiding. Under the dual pressure of the presidential residence and the military, he was on the verge of collapse.
His chest rose and fell rapidly, looking at the hundreds of subordinates in the hall, he said in a cold voice: "The group of traitors who marched silently entered the Capital Territory two hours ago. Those seven groups of shameless bandits may have been earlier. I have already joined the imperial prince."
"Everyone, the Federation is now in danger. If we fail to discover their sinister intentions, their goals, we will be doomed to be nailed to the evil pillar of history, and we will never even think about it!"
The federal government's supervision of the seven groups of veterans may have been loose and relaxed, but with the black cloth of the ink flower planet being lifted, and Xu Le's confirmation that he has returned to the capital star circle, the supervision has undoubtedly become very meticulous .
In this situation, no matter how much confidence the mysterious Charter Bureau has, it is impossible to deliberately delay the chip positioning workflow in the face of the requirements of the federal government and the military. What's more, Director Cui Judong knows very well that he must be Xu Lehe himself. One of the seven targets of revenge.
Therefore, the Charter Bureau official did not lie. The reason why Charter Guanghui has not been able to capture the traces of the twenty-seven members of the Seventh Group is indeed because from last night, there were some problems with the Charter computer deep in the ground.
The staff of the Charter Bureau, who rarely entered the deepest part of the ground, surrounded the computing core like ants and were busy with the huge two-dimensional light curtain.
However, they looked at the chaotic and noisy green data streams on the light curtain, just as ants were at a loss when they read Schiller's books, and they didn't understand what those jumping data streams represented.
In the entire universe, only Charter Computer itself, as well as the remnants of a tattered spaceship hidden in the asteroid belt, and the genius who escaped from the lunatic asylum on the spaceship knew all the truth.
This is a silent but extremely dangerous battle. This battle takes place in the silent space, between countless data streams, between two great mechanical beings that have not been seen for a long time.
In the late winter of January, the marching procession, which had been slowing down for a long time, finally entered the Capital Territory with a mighty force. The crowd wearing black masks, accompanied by snowflakes, gathered in front of the George Carlin Art Center.
The silent crowd, the vigilant military and police, the long yellow cordon, and the cameras of countless media seem to be frozen pictures.
As a female congresswoman on the podium raised her arms and shouted, the mood in the venue gradually became excited, and then under the doubtful gaze of countless pairs of eyes, a wheelchair was slowly pushed onto the podium.
On the wheelchair is a soldier with a straight military uniform and countless heavy military medals on his chest. His legs are cut off at the root, but he still sits as straight as steel.
He looked at the gray snowfall sky, narrowed his eyes slowly, and then said to the people in the audience, to the entire Federation behind the camera, in a hoarse voice: "My name is Da Vinci, from the seven groups that have been forgotten. Today I am I want to tell you a story, and before that, I want to say something."
"The Federation of Dog Days, long time no see."