Chapter 86: Influence

According to the passenger number, the girl who was supposed to be sitting in the 4L open space transfer cabin was already on a medium-sized bus using old-fashioned energy and a pungent smell, and was on her journey to the Qinglongshan Military Control Area.

The middle-aged uncle with a vulgar face was still sitting beside her. Zhang Xiaomeng looked at the primitive scenery outside the window and was silent for a long time. I don’t know if he was thinking about the innocence of the past or what kind of impact his death would bring to his parents far away in Linhai... and Xu Le.

The old-fashioned bus kept rising and falling on the mountain road, and the middle-aged man had a straw hat on his face, but he seemed to enjoy this rhythm. He was very familiar with the road to the mountains and the four states of the mountains. Even if he closed his eyes, he knew where the bus had walked. Perhaps he was a little thirsty, so the middle-aged uncle took off his straw hat, opened the kettle he carried with him and drank a sip of water, and then he noticed the dazed look of the girl beside him.

The slightly messy bangs on his forehead, sandwiched with dust and sweat from the mountains, looked a little embarrassed, and the girl's rosy face was faintly sad. He looked at this young face quietly and smiled slightly. He had been dealing with people all his life, so before the New Year, he dared to enter the Bimonth Festival dance single and negotiate face-to-face with representatives of the federal powerful class. He was very good at looking at people, so he was very satisfied with Zhang Xiaomeng's performance at this time. A young man who is loyal to his faith and has suffered huge setbacks will surely mature quickly and become an indispensable fresh force in a great cause in the future.

The future of the revolutionary army is about to be counted on these young people. The uncle with a vulgar face sighed softly in his heart.

Zhang Xiaomeng found that he had woken up, lowered his eyes slightly, and asked softly: "What if I want to die, what should I do if the Charter Bureau's files?"

"Being able to think of this problem proves that you have made a lot of progress in the direction of professionalism." The uncle said with a smile: "No one can change the data of the computer in the Charter Bureau, but there are always links to the government departments. If there are links, there are people, and as long as there are people, there are ways... I am an old guy who has a special way to people."

"Why did you come to arrange for me to leave in person?" Zhang Xiaomeng looked at him, how could the second-person figure of the anti-government army take the risk to come to S1 just because of himself? Although he knew some things about Medellin's MP, it was still not enough to explain the problem.

"There are traitors at the top of the organization, which seriously damaged our cause... But I have told you before that I cannot change everyone's view of the comrade of the parliament. After all, to a certain extent, he represents the public image of the comrades in the Federation of the Mountains... It's just that I think you are innocent in this incident. You are from a good background, but because of your kind heart, you have sympathy for Qinglong Mountain. We should thank young people like you, and should not watch a girl... die in the conspiracy of line struggle and betrayal."

Speaking of this, a faint sadness flashed between the middle-aged uncle's eyebrows. He had been fighting in the Federation for many years for his ideals and beliefs. However, the current situation is becoming more and more worrying. The completely unequal resources, information and armed forces have made the anti-government forces survive in front of the federal army. Although more and more ordinary people in the federal people chose to sympathize with the anti-government forces because of the influence of George Carlinism, but... As Medellin walked out of the mountains and officially took on the political stage, most of the people's hearts were also turned to him who claimed non-violent propositions.

The world in the mountains is about to become an abandoned world. He is an extremely outstanding intelligence leader, but not an excellent political leader. He knows about the undercurrents in the committee, but cannot calm down. After all, although Medellin's proposition is suspected of surrenderism, it seems very attractive under the difficult situation under the background of the federal government's deliberate softness.

In order to compete with the forces of Medellin, the leader of the anti-government army, Nanshui, had to temporarily give up the military struggle and instead seek cooperation with certain federal forces. This was his trip to the federal government, the Bimonth Festival dance, the cooperation with the Tai family, and the solemnity of the Pablo Councillor walking down the gangway of the transport plane... when the wind blows his clothes.

The middle-aged uncle frowned very deeply, like the word "chuan". The information summary of all aspects, especially the confession of the girl beside him, all included the source of the assassination in the Linhai City Stadium, as well as the intelligence system of the anti-government army afterwards, thus destroying the reconciliation agreement between Pabur and Qinglongshan... was the member of Medellin, or member of Medellin.

But he had no evidence. Just based on Zhang Xiaomeng's confession, it would never shake the respected Medellin, and his lofty status in the hearts of the people in the four states around the mountains.

What made him feel even more worried was that Medellin was not stupid, with his political wisdom and experience extremely rich. Doesn’t this committee member understand that if the armed forces of Qinglong Mountain really perish, then the last stewards that he could gain a foothold on the federal political stage would also disappear? The struggle of the political line is one thing, but both sides are rooted in the same land after all. If even the land that has been established is burned, no one can take root and sprout...

This question is too far-reaching to think clearly. The middle-aged uncle looked at Zhang Xiaomeng who was in deep thought beside him and said with a hint of pity: "For me, there is another very important reason for letting you follow me to study and prepare for the future, that is, the relationship between you and Xu Le."

Zhang Xiaomeng looked at him in surprise, not understanding the importance of his relationship with Xu Le. Her eyebrows gradually squeezed into one place, took a deep breath, and said seriously: "I won't hurt him again, let alone use him."

"rest assured."

The middle-aged uncle had already retracted his gaze and began to look at a magazine in his hand with relish, as if he was talking to himself, as if he was telling Zhang Xiaomeng again, saying: "Xu Le is a sympathetic and emotionally inclined to our people... This can be determined from the details of the past few days. All such people are what we want to fight for. What's more, he is a person who can influence Tai Zhiyuan's choice. Maybe it's one year, maybe five years, maybe it's longer, as long as you can influence him, it's worth our waiting."

The magazine he had seemed to be a news weekly, but in fact, it was a very complete piece of information summary material on the page. At this time, the materials on this page were about all the details of Xu Le's arrival at Linhai Prefecture University Town.

The second-in-command figure of the anti-government army, the most successful intelligence leader in the 37th Constitutional Calendar, quietly looked at the archives about Xu Le, thinking calmly in his heart that possibility is the most important basis for the development of any career, and Xu Le, a seemingly inconspicuous little person, seems to have more possibilities than any character he met during this trip to the Federation.

How did Xu Le know Tai Zhiyuan? The middle-aged uncle narrowed his eyes slightly and gently rubbed his fingers on the edge of the straw hat. For the S2 anti-government army, this is a puzzle for those who pay attention to all the subtle movements around the Tai family heirs. Judging from the archives, Xu Le, a retired soldier who had no relatives and no reason, would never have the chance to approach Tai Zhiyuan at Lihua University.

"If it is really a h1 relationship, why does Xu Le have the authority to enter h1? If Xu Le can really enter h1, then the black mecha that suddenly appeared when visiting the First Military Academy... Was Tai Zhiyuan controlled it or Xu Le controlled it? If Xu Le controlled it, where did he learn the control method?"

The second leader of the anti-government army smiled and quickly sorted out and analyzed it in his mind. He has been dealing with people all his life and is an old guy who is particularly good at dealing with people. When the anti-government army's career is forced to enter a trough, he has turned his attention to the future and the young man who is still very inconspicuous now.

At this time, Zhang Xiaomeng had turned her head aside and stared at the view outside the window in a daze. Her eyes gradually became crystal clear. However, she was so strong that she no longer missed her.

...

Xu Le's injury was not completely healed, but he no longer needed twenty-four hours of intensive care. Those unnecessary medical equipment had already left his hospital bed. Experts from the First Military Region General Hospital also confirmed that his epilepsy was caused by external pressure, non-original epilepsy, and abnormal discharge of the cerebral cortex would not cause substantial damage to his body and brain.

So he moved out of the ward and came to a quieter sanatorium behind the General Hospital. The living facilities here are more complete, and the hot springs are steaming among the green trees. If the southern hemisphere is not in summer at this time, maybe he really has the idea of ​​going down and soaking. The TV in the room has no medical control and the entire channel is open, but Xu Le still habitually only watches the news channel and Channel 23. He was not a person who cares about federal affairs, but after escaping from the Donglin District, these bizarre encounters forced him to care.

That night, he saw the news of the crash of the spacecraft flying from Hong Kong Du Xinze Air Airport to S2. To be precise, it was the crash of the air-to-ground transfer cabin. Xu Le's pupils shrank slightly, his fingers pressed slightly, staring at the clear light screen, and looking at the names and photos of the passengers who were gradually flashing out.

"Zhang Xiaomeng, female..."

Xu Le only heard these four words, saw the photo of a girl wearing black-framed glasses on the TV. Then a buzzing sound in his brain, and no sound could be heard anymore. The news anchor's slightly sad broadcast was automatically silenced, and the photo on the picture began to gradually blur. Without the black-framed glasses, the bangs rippled gently in the breeze, their eyebrows and eyes were smiling, as cute and charming as elves...

This is what Zhang Xiaomeng looks like, the news and photos are all fake.

Xu Le rubbed his eyes, turned off the TV, lay on the bed, covered his quilt, shrank his body, and started to sleep. Although he couldn't sleep, he still began to fall asleep, his eyes wide open and his body shivered slightly. Suddenly, he felt that the temperature in the southern hemisphere of S1 planet was so low.

He couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and his mood was like a sad song.

He sat up silently, turned on the TV again, connected to the federal network, entered the official website of the General Administration of Aviation to start inquiring, constantly refreshing the page, I don’t know how many times he confirmed or checked it, and then he moved his fingers a little numbly, lay on the bed in a slump, staring at the snow-white ceiling and began to daze.

At this time, he hoped that everything he saw, like those structural drawings, was the pictures in his mind, not the real ones. But after glaring at the snow-white ceiling for a long time, no pictures appeared in front of him. It turned out that... a sleep could not make the sad news I heard before false.

The next day, Xu Le woke up on time according to his biological clock, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and had breakfast. Then he walked into the quiet garden of morning light, sat on the slightly cold stone chair, with his buttocks not on the ground. In that strange posture, he squatted the horse stance taught by the uncle, while savoring carefully and focusedly, remembering the trembling, the bitterness in his body, and the trajectory of running.

The slightly hot tremor represents a mysterious force. It has broken through the area where it was running in the Donglin area and gradually occupied his entire body, prompting each pair of his muscle fibers to begin to rub against each other and squeeze each other, which is extremely painful and pleasant.

However, the bitterness was in his heart and refused to dissipate in his lips for a long time, which made him feel a little desire to vomit. His face turned slightly white, his eye sockets were a little deep, but instead outlined the small eyes a little deep.

In the woods around, there were several bodyguards from the Black Hawk Security Company who were bored looking at the surrounding environment. The situation has calmed down and their mission is no longer as heavy as the previous day. They just don’t understand that Xu Le’s walk today seems to be longer than the previous day.

Xu Le stayed in this quiet garden until noon. Then he said to the staff of the Tai family, and under the secret protection of several bodyguards, he walked out of the sanitation area and came to a steak house in the living area of ​​the First Military Region, and started to use Chinese food.

Before the meal, he handed the waiter a bill and asked for something softly.

The knife and fork gently stroked the delicate appearance of the synthetic steak. Xu Le lowered his head and slowly chewed the very even meat fibers, without looking up. Because he didn't dare to look up, he knew that when he looked up, he could see that there was no one in the seat opposite.

He and Zhang Xiaomeng had dinners many times in the cafeteria. He was deeply grateful to the girl. He never left under the gaze of strange eyes because he was a visitor.

The first official date between him and Zhang Xiaomeng was eating steak in a restaurant in Linhaizhou. He was deeply grateful to the girl for giving him the first time in his life, the first kiss, the first time in love, the first time in love, even if it was a charity, this was the most beautiful charity in the world.

The waiter walked to him, concealed his confusion, and handed over a bag of cookies. After Xu Le thanked him, he tore open the cookie bag, took out the puppy biscuits inside, and began to stare at him in a daze.

The first time he and Zhang Xiaomeng met was because of a bag of puppy biscuits.

Xu Le started eating biscuits, and tears couldn't stop flowing down.

After the uncle died, he once swore that he would never cry again, but for some reason today, he just couldn't help it. He always felt empty and sour in his heart, as if there would never be anything to fill that empty space again. It might be that he learned about Zhang Xiaomeng's death last night until he was dazed in the morning garden this morning. The bitter smells had been hidden for too long, stimulating his tear glands.

A well-dressed young man cried silently in a lively restaurant. This is the living area of ​​the First Military Region. There are many soldiers in casual clothes or military uniforms and their family and friends. Many people look at the young man crying by the window in surprise, and look at sympathetic, pity or contemptuous.

They thought the young man cried because of a broken heart, but they didn't know that the young man thought he had lost his lover forever.

Wiping off his tears, Xu Le replied to calmness, took out a letter from his arms, and began to read it silently and seriously. The letter was written to him by Shi Qinghai before leaving. He had read it once, but when he learned about Zhang Xiaomeng's death, he wanted to read it again, because in his opinion, Shi Qinghai and Zhang Xiaomeng are actually the same people in their bones, and are those who he doesn't understand and are willing to sacrifice something for his ideals.

This is how the last few paragraphs in Shi Qinghai’s letter were written.

"I used to think I was tired of being a spy. Even at the beginning, because of the misfortune my father encountered, I hated the federal government so much... But in such a crack, I felt tired and nervous, so I wanted to give up. It was precisely because of this reason that I began to try to leave the organization, of course, the passive. I would never betray this organization because I agree with their ideas and respect this idea. But I was really tired, so I looked for many opportunities to try to be a not very important person... The conflict at the door of a nightclub was once in my attempt. I'm sorry that this thing has dragged you down."

"However, when I was the most tired and began to doubt the ideal I once believed in, I personally promoted the conclusion of a settlement agreement between the organization and the Parbur Councilor. Although I was just a link in the middle and never played an absolutely important role. But I knew that I had done a very right thing, and it turned out that doing the right thing could still bring some kind of spiritual pleasure to the numb me."

"But at that time, I still wanted to leave, and didn't want to care about everything in the world anymore. I just wanted to drink wine quietly by myself and sing twenty-seven glasses of wine. I had free time on the beach. Think about my poor father who had never entered the capital in his life, and who only knew how to manage that small farm and eventually died bizarrely."

"However, at this moment, my leader died in front of me. He jumped down from a very high building, like jumping into the clouds, but fell to the ground. My teacher is actually very similar to my second father in many ways... It's amazing. Although I hate that traitor, I was not overwhelmed by this hatred, but instead seemed much more awake. Looking at the corpse lying on the roof of the car, I suddenly realized that I was still willing to fight for the ideal that I had back then."

"This ideal is not ridiculous, nor is it a distant and out of reach for the people or you and me... We are just trying to make the world a better and fairer. At least there will be no more existences like the Tai family, the Seven Great Masters, the politicians... that are above the law, at least there are fewer ordinary people in the world who die silently like my father."

"There has never been a true fairness in this world. There was no imperial power era in the past, nor the Constitutional Calendar era today, and there may not be any real in the future. There is no empire, no big triangle, and sometimes I doubt that there may not be no other on Qinglong Mountain. But what exists is not all reasonable, and what has not appeared before is not something that cannot be pursued. Fairness and justice may be very illusory words, but working hard for it is better than being numb."

"There are vague goals ahead. When you walk, you can always achieve them. If you don't walk, you will never be able to touch them. I have calculated carefully that I will live at most ninety years old in my life, and people will always die. If that's the case, I would rather die on the path I choose to take."

"Writing this letter to you is not to affect you, but I am very lonely in this world. The role I play is destined to be lonely. I want to tell you my thoughts. I may not reconnect with the organization because since I am on the same path, whether there are peers or not is actually important, as long as the direction of our efforts is consistent."

"The fairness in this world does not necessarily require sacrifice of everything. I have always believed that being a policeman who abides by the law, being a lawyer who upholds justice, and being a warrior who bravely resists imperial aggression is a positive effort to the fate of the Federation. You... are a guy with a sense of justice. If you live according to your ideas, even if you can't affect the world, you can at least affect the small environment around you... In this sense, we are partners, and we still have many partners in this world."

"Living, then living well, living with peace of mind, that's enough. Brother, I'm just going to find peace of mind."

...

Xu Le folded the letter paper silently and put it in his close pocket. There was a business card and a new bank card, which was the most important thing in his life. Then he thought of Zhang Xiaomeng from this letter. It was still difficult for him to understand the thoughts of many people in the federal government, but after reading Shi Qinghai's letter again, he was moved.

People always want to die. Death on the path they choose may be a kind of happiness. Xu Le quietly thought about Zhang Xiaomeng. The suspicion and anger he had before were no longer important at this moment.

Xu Le is a very silent and direct person. He doesn't understand any ideology or ideas. He is a young man who exists based on intuition and intuition. He slowly looked up and looked at the news that was playing on the light screen of the restaurant.

In the news, the opposition political leader, Medellín, who gave a speech at Capital University, is an amiable figure with a kind face and awesome expression. He is announcing that he will be a running mate for Governor Ross of Jingzhou to participate in the presidential election that will begin at the end of the year.
Chapter completed!