Why do you have to be an imperial
Xu Le took a cigarette and replied with a smile, "Mr. Editor-in-chief, it doesn't matter if I want to do this, it's not about it, but it has to. Everyone has no way to choose their own birth."
Wood reporter, who was dazed because of airsickness, added a comment just right: "I can't choose my own death."
"That's the truth." Xu Le looked at the two weak journalists, paused for a while, and suddenly said, "About the story between the Empire and the Federation, can we talk about it when we have a chance in the future?"
Snowflakes slowly fell on the George Carlin Art Center. When the relevant military police department responsible for the enforcement of military discipline arrived here, Da Vinci in a wheelchair had already disappeared silently.
The people, still immersed in sadness and anger, deliberately or unintentionally obstructed the government's actions, and even rammed the military police to and fro provocatively, like a sea of anger teasing a lonely fishing boat.
"Hand over Editor-in-Chief Bob!"
"Hand over Wood Reporter!"
"Dissolve the joint investigation department!"
"Restart the investigation of the ancient bell!"
"Investigate the Frontline Conspiracy!"
"Repeal the Patriot Act!"
"End the world ruled by the secret police!"
"President Pabble steps down!"
The red-faced female speaker on the rally stage, with exaggerated and professional body language and a hoarse but sincere voice, made a loud accusation to the lead-gray sky, and tens of thousands of angry rally people in the audience waved. Fist, making a resounding response.
The parade has always been an extremely long entertainment activity. Because it is too long, the enthusiasm of the people can easily be gradually consumed by the cold weather and dryness. However, the silent marching headquarters has almost perfect process control, and the excellent emotional incitement of the speakers, And those determined skeleton members responded by letting this not happen.
About four hours after the twilight of Spring City receded, and the Capital Territory also ushered in a pale gray evening, the rally still resounded with calls for the release of Bob Wood, and the famous special issue was read aloud from time to time.
At this moment, an ordinary military vehicle drove to the southeast corner of the assembly site, and two middle-aged men in black trench coats and hats, supported by the staff of the Silent Marching Command, slowly walked onto the podium.
The noise in front of the George Carlin Art Center fell, and the people wearing scarves looked at the stage in confusion, trying to recognize who it was.
The Capital Police Department, which is responsible for supervising and maintaining order at the scene, learned the identities of the two middle-aged men as soon as possible, because in their remote camera system, the two thin faces were so clear.
"Editor Bob! Reporter Wood! How did they get here?"
The people at the rally also recognized the identities of the two middle-aged men. They turned their heads in shock and excited to tell their companions, just like the officers of the General Police Department, they did not know that the two had been charged by the government with the Patriot Act. Why did news celebrities who were arrested in their name suddenly appear at the rally
The thunderous cheers resounded in front of the art center.
At the outermost edge of the crowd, the livid-faced Director of the National Capital Territory Police looked at a senior official of the Joint Investigation Department with an even uglier face, and said angrily, "Are you crazy? Want us to arrest them at this time?"
"I know they are fugitives, but please keep your eyes open. There are tens of thousands of angry people at the scene. If our police dare to walk into the crowd and read the arrest warrant, they may be torn to shreds in the next moment!"
The Director-General, who is very experienced in dealing with mass incidents, knows very well what the two journalists who are speaking about the tragic black prison life on the podium at this time mean to the Federal Government and His Excellency the President, but he is more aware of what it means to be provoked at this time. When the wrath of the people at the rally rises, things will get even more out of control.
So he refused the other party's order without hesitation, and said with a gloomy sneer: "According to the Patriot Act, only you have the right to arrest prisoners, and in fact they escaped from your hands."
The meaning of this sentence is very clear. Arresting the other party is the hand and foot of the joint investigation department. It is the joint investigation department's mistake to let the other party escape and enter the assembly site. It is your responsibility to solve this matter.
The high-ranking official stared at him fiercely, then looked back at the reporter Wood who was speaking on the stage. The fists hanging on both sides of the windbreaker couldn't help shaking slightly.
No one would have the guts to order the soldiers of the small-eyed special operations unit to shoot at the tens of thousands of people who were cheering, so he just watched and waited to be burned to ashes by the president and Chairman Lee's anger.
"Repeal the Patriot Act!"
"March to the Supreme Court!"
"Long live the Charter!"
"Long live the seventh group!"
The night fell slowly, the snow fell desperately during the bleakest period of the sun, and the temperature dropped a few degrees, but the atmosphere in front of the George Carlin Art Center had become extremely frenetic, and the excited crowd gathered around Editor-in-chief Bob and Wood. The reporters kept shouting slogans.
The silent march has reached the final stage of the battle. The kind people who are trying to repeal the Patriot Act have welcomed two of the most prestige and most powerful comrades-in-arms. However, the night has begun, and the march to the Supreme Court can only be a matter of tomorrow.
Therefore, the people with fighting enthusiasm and optimism in their chests began to dance and sing in the open space in front of the art center. They were preparing to party all night, and no one wanted to leave to rest, because they knew that only with the bodies of tens of thousands of companions could they protect the center of the center. Bob and Wood.
A bright beam of light suddenly illuminated the podium, and the people who thought it was the searchlights of the federal military and police were in a commotion, and then quickly turned into even more fanatical cheers.
The long-lost national idol Jian Shui'er appeared under the bright beam of light. She was wearing a simple and plain blue workcloth, holding a microphone and waving to tens of thousands of people with a smile.
The same battle requires different weapons, because the people who fight are always good at different things.
Some people will shout and rush to dangerous enemy camps with guns, such as the Seven Group; some people will frown and write on paper, such as Bob and Wood; On the other hand, he did his best to arrange all the strategies, such as Tai Zhiyuan. More ordinary people choose to vote with their own feet and express their attitude with their own bodies, such as the cheering crowd at the rally at this time.
Jian Shui'er is no longer an actor, but a singer, so she did not say too many warm words of encouragement, did not play the goddess who summoned the people to fight, but sang a song with a very serious attitude.
The first line of the song is: "When we discover the truth of life and still love it as we did yesterday, we are heroes."
Outside the dark crowd, under an inconspicuous cold-resistant redwood tree, Xu Le, wearing a sports windbreaker, slightly raised the brim of his hat on his forehead, looking at the unforgettable beautiful face on the stage across the sea of thousands of people. smile.
Standing under the tree, he quietly listened to the woman's clear and charming singing, full of serene and persevering emotions. He felt ineffable in his heart, just like the first time he heard the fleeting year for him last year.
The singing faded away, Xu Le lowered the brim of his hat again, turned around silently, and walked towards the quiet neighborhood that contrasted with the lively crowd.
After sending Bob and Wood to Tai Zhiyuan, the seven groups were disbanded and evacuated on the spot, and divided into three parts to perform each other's tasks.
He believed that the thin guy who coughed often had a way to keep Bob Wood safe, so he left with confidence.
The cold wind was picking up in the quiet neighborhood, and it was particularly biting. Now Xu Le naturally didn't have to worry about getting frostbite or catching a cold, but he still subconsciously turned up his collar to cover his neck, and then put his hands to his lips and breathed out the heat.
There are bright and warm houses on both sides of the building. There are children's cheerful play, the whimpering of cats fighting, and there are rooms with black lights. I don't know where the owners of those rooms are now, whether they are in George. In the crowd in front of the Carlin Arts Center.
There is an inconspicuous convenience store on the corner in front of the door. There are festive lamps for the New Year hanging on the door. Because they have been hung for a while, they are covered with a thick layer of gray, which looks a bit old and the light in the store is dim.
Xu Le walked in, brushed past a burly man, took out the change from his pocket, put it on the counter, and said, "I want a blue box of Sanqi."
The man seemed to have bought all the goods he needed and turned to leave, his extremely tall and burly figure making him have to bow his head as he passed the old lamp.
The boss took the change, stepped back on the small bench and started looking for cigarettes. Xu Le's eyes fell on the glass of the shelf, and looked at the burly man walking out of the door with the reflection. He noticed that the man bowed his head for a moment, and the hideous tattoo petals appeared on the back of his neck. .
"thanks."
After taking the cigarette, Xu Le lowered his body and picked up a heavy black long box at his feet, acting very casually, as if he had brought it in just now.
He walked out of the convenience store carrying the long black box and disappeared into the night of the Capital Territory.
The long black box is not a violin, not a flute.
It's a gun, a big gun.
The hideous tattoo petals on the back of the neck actually extend from the back to the waist, and the branches and leaves stretch out with deep blue marks, which are only part of the pattern of a large tattoo flower.
The burly man with such a terrifying blue and white flower on his body has a very delicate name: Zhang Xiaohua.
This South Kezhou underworld giant has strength and dignity that cannot be underestimated. A character like him can have his own country and style no matter what age or situation he is in.
However, since he left the prison and entered Bermuda that year, and met that peer named Lin Banshan, he has willingly become the opponent's assistant and arm. Silence and quietness are only powerful and violent when the other party needs it.
In the seventy-fifth year of the constitutional calendar, Lin Banshan returned to the Federation from Bermuda with all the elites and wanted to confront the government with the force of the grass. Zhang Xiaohua followed without hesitation.
He turned his hands for blood in the capital of South Carolina, drove thousands of miles to his death in a frozen fish car, shot through the armored vehicle outside the forest garden, and then handed the gun to Xu Le tonight.