There are only two ACWs in the entire federation, one of which used to accompany Mr. Shi to shake the Parliament Hill, and the other is rumored to be in the hands of Lin Banshan.
Rumors always have their origins, so this is true. Over the years, the ACW had been waiting in a secluded cellar until it was taken away by Zhang Xiaohua.
He knew what kind of terrifying magic that gun possessed and what kind of surprise it could play in this war, but when Lin Banshan asked him to hand it over to Xu Le, an imperial man, he didn't hesitate.
Because Zhang Xiaohua never doubted Lin Banshan's judgment.
Dim or bright lights were cast from the apartment buildings on both sides of the street. The man with blue and white tattoos walked silently among the night and snow. With his steady and fast steps, the height of the buildings on both sides gradually decreased, and the scenery became chaotic and chaotic. Ambient sounds started to get louder.
A night-shift taxi was parked outside the repair shop. The driver inside was covered with a blanket and squinted as if he was sleeping. No one noticed. When Zhang Xiaohua's emotionless eyes passed by, the driver nodded slightly.
The owner of the barbecue stall in front was waving a large spoon to fry vegetables, and the fat proprietress gently waved her greasy hands behind her hips, as if she was driving away mosquitoes that did not exist.
In the streets and alleys that Zhang Xiaohua passed through, ordinary citizens like this appeared from time to time, and they expressed the unique language of the underworld with their eyes.
In this way, the burly man wanted by the federal government walked all the way into the only welfare area in the Capital Territory: Huangfengzhuang.
The so-called welfare area is just another name for a slum area.
The people here basically have no formal jobs, and their income is meager. They need to rely on social welfare. They receive boring synthetic protein meat on time, receive very little subsidies, live in cheap rental houses provided by the government, and send their children to schools that the rich disdain. Life is very hard.
As described in social history books, the hardships of life are always easy to breed sin. The illegal brothels whose sewers are often clogged with condoms, the underground casinos that smell of smoke and sweat, and the drug dealers in the shadows of the alleys are the three most common sights in this neighborhood.
Zhang Xiaohua waved her hand to lift the straw curtain, walked into a large courtyard with a blank face, followed the rain corridor at the bottom of the building, avoiding the junk in front of her, and passed many rooms with half-closed doors.
Through the gap, you can see that some people in those rooms are watching TV, some people are very nervous, some people have only numbness on their faces, and some children are playing the game of sticking a knife in the mud with the gangsters and are extremely excited. Some middle-aged men in solitary confinement are panting and arching over prostitutes.
Zhang Xiaohua seemed expressionless and didn't squint, but in fact, when she passed by, she had already seen all the pictures in the room.
In these rooms, in addition to his most loyal and capable subordinates, there are also many people, hostages, whose clothes and temperament are very inconsistent with the environment of Huangfengzhuang.
They have food and clothing to meet their physical needs. The mental state of those hostages is good, at least they are still far from the brink of madness. After Zhang Xiaohua confirmed this, she finally showed a satisfied expression on her face, nodded slightly to the respectful middle-aged man at the back door, and walked out.
A very ordinary car was parked in the night snowflakes at the back door. Zhang Xiaohua opened the door and sat in the driver's seat. He took the crude tobacco handed over to him and lit it. Inhaling it makes the front end of the crude tobacco suddenly bright red, and the smoke instantly occupies the compartment.
Han Chu, who was sitting in the back row, frowned, pulled out a delicate silk handkerchief to cover his nose and mouth, and began to cough non-stop, with a few bright blushes on his pale cheeks.
"I understand very well what a huge role an authoritative news media can play in this war, ahem... ahem..."
Han Chu put down his handkerchief and shook his head. He frowned and said, "What I don't understand is how useful it is to kidnap the relatives and family members of those TV station employees. What if they call the police?"
"The incident in South Carolina proved that this violent method is effective."
Zhang Xiaohua gently stroked the top of her smooth head, and said after a moment of silence: "If the police station is alerted, there will be big trouble, but we have to take a bet that the supervisors don't have the courage of Bob and Wood."
Han Chu's eyes fell on his empty right hand, his pupils shrunk, as cold and terrifying as a poisonous snake, and his voice was sharp and cold: "Is this really given to that imperial man?"
"Well." Zhang Xiaohua replied expressionlessly.
"This matter is really interesting. The imperial prince seems to trust us very much. In fact, I have been waiting for him to threaten us with the lives of Li Feirong and the child. As a result, he did not give me this chance to repay."
Han Chu's eyes drooped slightly, and there was a very powerful meaning hidden in the simple words.
Zhang Xiaohua was silent.
The vehicle slowly drove away from this rotten neighborhood, and from time to time a thick mist of high-grade tobacco was sprayed from the half-opened windows, seeping into the swirling snowflakes.
After dozens of minutes, the ordinary-looking car came to an ordinary-looking building complex in the western suburbs of the capital. The dim lights illuminated the snowflakes slowly falling above the building complex. No one could find the heavy firepower points arranged around.
The iron gate slowly opened, and the car that Zhang Xiaohua and Han Chu rode in entered this heavily guarded building complex without any inspection.
The flat and beamless house with a huge area, the thick wire harnesses beside the road, the faint humming of the motor, and the white smoke discharged from the sewage treatment equipment in the distance, prove that this building complex is some kind of factory.
The vehicle was parked outside a certain factory, and Zhang Xiaohua and Han Chu walked in and walked along a transparent corridor.
On the other side of the corridor glass are several fully automatic assembly lines, countless extremely precise and cutting-edge mechanical equipment, which are constantly operating in a near-vacuum dust-free environment. It seems that micro-engraving work is being carried out on a substrate on the assembly line.
If Xu Le was walking in the transparent corridor at this time, he would definitely be shocked by what he saw in front of him, and he might even stare at the glass assembly lines in a daze, because such cutting-edge micro-level equipment, even if It can't be found in the Nutshell Research Institute.
Zhang Xiaohua and Han Chu did not have any strange emotions, and walked silently with expressionless or pale cheeks.
When they first entered the factory, they were shocked. Later, they found that the brains lacking the thinking of senior engineers could not understand the equipment, so they had to ignore them.
In the office at the end of the transparent corridor, a middle-aged man wearing a green filter suit was looking down at the data on the electronic notepad. Although the filter suit was a bit large and thick, it still couldn't cover his mountain-like shoulders.
Lin Banshan, who looks like a senior engineer, raised his head, smiled at his two most capable companions, and said, "It seems that things are going well."
"After confirming that Editor-in-Chief Bob and reporter Wood were handed over to the Silent Marching Command, I handed the gun to him in accordance with your instructions."
Zhang Xiaohua replied.
Han Chu stood beside him for a long time, and found that Lin Banshan was about to look down at the electronic notepad again. He could no longer suppress the anxiety in his heart. He untied the second button of the black dress, frowned and said, "If someone finds out later. , we teamed up with an imperial man to deal with the government, and that imperial man is still a prince, so it will be stigmatized for thousands of years."
"Stink forever?"
Lin Banshan raised his head and said with a smile, "I don't care about that."
As if overheard these evil and meaningless words that made people feel extremely free and easy, the wind outside the factory suddenly became more violent, and a snowflake that had just adhered to the roof was easily lifted by the whistling cold wind and swept to the heights.
The snowflake swirled, rolled, and floated higher and higher, and then slowly landed again, floating over this 14-square-kilometer factory building, and landed on the cornerstone of the pine forest at the south gate of the factory.
The smooth black stele was covered with light snow, as if wearing a funny white hat, and a line of words was carved on the stele.
"Charter Bureau's 24th Benchmark Chip Production Base."
After the bloodshed in the capital of Nanke State, the gate of Linyuan was divided unhappily. The federal government began to search for Lin Banshan and his subordinates, intending to directly extinguish this dark force. However, who would have thought that the Bermuda king was actually hiding? In a chip factory in the Charter Bureau.
There is no doubt that this is the safest place for Lin Banshan.
The snow stopped outside the window. Zhang Xiaomeng looked at the snow-covered five-member group statue on Charter Square with a hint of sadness on her brows.
There was a knock on the door, and it would be unpleasant for anyone to be disturbed to rest in the early morning, but Zhang Xiaomeng just turned around calmly, pulled her messy hair into a ponytail, and opened the door.
This is the heavily guarded parliament building. She is the top official of the Qinglong Mountain anti-government army stationed in the Capital Special Administrative Region. She is in charge of the deep sea of the four divisions. The people or news who will disturb her at this time must be very important.
Of course, she is so calm now, but also because she woke up very early today.
"Bob and Wood showed up at the rally, and following your instructions, the organization started a reverse investigation, and now there are some preliminary results."
The male subordinate, who was publicly identified as the deputy military attache, watched her nervously and reported: "According to the information from the Ministry of National Defense, yesterday at 12 noon in the capital time zone, and at 6 o'clock in the evening in Chundu, an attack took place in the nursing home of the First Military Region. Incident, the attackers should be the first seven groups of soldiers."
Zhang Xiaomeng nodded.
The subordinate looked at her and hesitated before saying, "According to the eyewitness report, it is confirmed that former federal colonel Xu Le appeared at the scene of the attack."
The story of the first love between the leaves of Qinglong Mountain and the heroes of the Federation is not as well known as the engagement between the male party and the national idol girl, but it is not a secret. At least all the fish in this deep sea know that their young female leaders have Certain areas that cannot be touched.
However, to his surprise, the expression on Zhang Xiaomeng's face didn't look any different, just hummed softly.
The door was closed, she walked into the bathroom, looked at the man in the wheelchair with an unnatural expression, and asked in a low voice after a moment of silence, "Your name is Da Vinci? Did Xu Le give you such a crazy bad idea? Did he... say something else?"