Chapter 105 My...Laboratory (Part 1)

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The tiny porcelain pieces slid across Ruobai porcelain's cheeks, but in fact they did not make any sound, but this scene fell into Xu Le and Zou You's eyes, and they seemed to hear the most heart-shaking movement.

The girl's face was as jade as ice, and a bloody mark suddenly appeared on it. No woman didn't care about her face. Although the wound under her ear could not be disfigured, the meaning contained in this stroke successfully shocked the audience.

Zou Yu used such an extremely cruel behavior to tell everyone in the field that she was already a lunatic and she was not afraid of death at all. How could a person who was not afraid of death be a person who could be influenced by others?

Xu Le and Zou You felt cold all over, staring at her face in a daze. Listening to what she said with a faint smile, their hearts tightened a little, and they felt that the temperature in the teahouse had dropped a little.

Zou You's face was pale, his fists hung beside his military uniform clenched, feeling indescribable pain, anger and fear. He only realized today that the sister in front of him who was held in the palm of his family could be so strong. The brother and sister were in love with each other. Looking at the wounds and blood on her face, he subconsciously took a step forward, but finally stopped under Zou Yu's cold gaze.

"Send her to the hospital quickly." Zou You yelled at Xu Le in a hurry and angrily.

Xu Le helped Zou Yu walk out of the teahouse. Zou Yu's blood-stained hand gently stroked his slightly raised belly, smiling, and lifted his jaw gently, with indescribable pride and disdain.

The soldiers who were knocked down to the ground in the teahouse finally stood up in difficulty. They frowned and looked at the back of the young man who disappeared at the door, and countless thoughts turned into their minds. They knew that Xu Le's actions were very reasonable, otherwise they would never be able to stand up again. Moreover, the soldiers of the Federation admired the most was the strong people who could knock down so many of their young people in such a short time, of course they were not ordinary people.

They suddenly thought that it would not be too much of a loss if the lady followed such a man.

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The ultra-thin light screen in the living room of the apartment is playing 24 hours of news. The most important thing in the sixty-seven years of the Constitutional Calendar is of course the presidential election. Although the election has not yet reached the time period of full swing, the seven pairs of presidential candidates have begun to seize the opportunity to show up, explain their political programs, their views on all aspects to federal voters, and tirelessly shaping their image.

There is no doubt that the Paburn Councilor and Jingzhou Governor Ross, who are currently far ahead in the polls, have become the most likely next presidential candidate in the hearts of the media and the public, and their attention and focus are placed above these two pairs of competitors. At the moment when the federal settlement is reconciled and the unanimous response to the empire threat, the two people who have the Qinglongshan settlement agreement and the support of most people in the four states in Huanshan have already thrown away other competitors.

Xu Le sat on the single sofa, squinting his eyes and watching the news. His attention was not on the dark-faced MP Pablo, although he admired the fellow politician. He just stared at the old man next to Governor Ross, who looked calm and trustworthy.

Member of Medellin.

It was the sudden participation of the MP Medellin's war that Governor Ross received the support of most people in the four states of S2, the federal MP who was born in the rebel army had an unshakable position in the people in the four states of S2, and the people in the four states of S2, which was unshakable.

In the Linhai Gymnasium incident, a total of 37 innocent people died, a total of 119 Tai family security personnel and military assassinators died. In the subsequent investigation, fourteen more people either committed suicide or were killed. Shi Qinghai's most respected teacher jumped off the building and committed suicide. He also became a federal fugitive who could not see the light of day. Zhang Xiaomeng became a piece of smoke and dust in the sky of S2.

Xu Le looked at the respected old man in the news in silence, and kept repeating the above numbers in his heart, and the pain that he would never forget. All kinds of people died, Zhang Xiaomeng died, Shi Qinghai disappeared, his woman and his children were behind him, and the culprit of all this was the congressman on the light screen.

However, in the federal political environment, even if there is no indirect evidence, neither the federal government nor the Tai family could expose the coldness hidden behind the Medellin MP. If they wanted to try this work, they could only become the capital for this person to carry out political propaganda and stir up the people... What's more, within the federal government, I don't know how many forces are secretly supporting this old guy who may bring them the presidency.

Xu Le's brows gradually frowned and gradually calmed down. He turned off the TV, turned around and looked at Zou Yu who was lying on the sofa, about to fall asleep. At this time, Zou Yu's right half of his cheek was wrapped in snow-white gauze, his eyes were closed, and he looked particularly timid.

But Xu Le finally knew why this pregnant girl under the age of twenty always liked to wear red clothes. It turned out that under her arrogant and cold appearance, she had a burning heart like red. The word "coward" is afraid that it will never belong to her.

The porcelain pieces that fell on the delicate skin were not very deep. After a simple treatment in the hospital, they went home without even the thread. The doctor in the emergency room just applied a layer of biological glue and confirmed that it was not serious. Even if the scar was left afterwards, it would not be too deep. After a few skin treatments, there would be no trace on Zou Yu's face.

Although it was not deep, the scene was still thrilling. When Xu Le saw the wound, he realized that as long as the girl in red made up her mind and didn't care about anyone's objection, she used the blood on her face to warn her family that life was like this. So Xu Le was a little depressed. If she had known this, maybe she wouldn't have needed to be so deeply involved in this matter... He frowned and thought that the young lady in front of her was so cruel to others and herself, maybe she just wanted to use the child in her belly to express her resistance to the environment and betrayal of the family for many years, and she didn't care who the child was.

As if she felt the two calm and profound gazes, Zou Yu's eyelashes blinked slightly and woke up. She leaned against the soft sofa, looked at Xu Le with a complicated expression, and said, "You don't seem to be in a good mood."

"Your body is not just yours right now."

"Mine is mine, I am not the fertility machine of your friend, rogue official." Zou Yu's eyes were a little angry. She was very sensitive to hearing similar words now. Xu Le's silent and calm attitude made her feel like a hen. Xu Le, who has lived with her these days, is like a farmer raising chickens. She always cares about the eggs she laid!

Hearing Zou Yu's sharp and angry accusations, for some reason, Xu Le's heart began to have a scattered sensation. After a moment of silence, he slowly said: "At least... this body is not a means you use to show your attitude towards betrayal."

Everyone has their own sensitive belt. Zou Yu's sensitivity lies in the relationship between eggs and hens. Xu Le's sensitivity lies in betraying the family and searching for himself. He doesn't like these words, and even suffers from these words. The girl he had dated most deeply in his short twenty years was devoting his ideals and died of betrayal...

Zou Yu heard a faint bitterness and pain from Xu Le's words, and saw longing and sadness in Xu Le's eyes. He knew that this young man thought of Zhang Xiaomeng, so she closed her mouth and said nothing more.

"I am a person who is not confused about big things." Xu Le suddenly gave himself a definition, "But in many small things, my choices look stupid and naive. Including your affairs... what does it have to do with me? Why do I do this? I just want the right existence and the incorrect ones to disappear. Maybe it can't change anything, but I at least want to change the people around me."

He stood up, looked slightly lonely, and walked towards the bathroom. Those who killed and set fire were still talking, those who were rich and did not spare their own life. The people in the mining area lived so silently, but forced themselves to know their fate. There were always many injustices in this world. Xu Le knew this and thought he had been used to these things. However, just like the trees in the wind were swaying, his heart could not calm down. The boring work in the institute day after day, accompanied by a pregnant woman who had nothing to do with him. He felt powerless, as if he could not do anything.

Things changed the next day.

When the black car without a sign drove into the First Military Academy, after several layers of chip scanning and permission recognition, he entered the familiar and empty laboratory again, Xu Le stood in front of the table in a daze, watching the row of characters on it reflecting light.

Professor Shen was sick and was admitted to the Air Force General Hospital. Today, Xu Le was left alone in the laboratory. He stood in front of the table for more than ten seconds, but did not see the orders on the table like a death-induced command. He no longer needed to quickly extract information, calculate data like operating a mecha, and then send it to Mr. Shen... There was no busyness, no sweat or soreness, only the slight sound of the ventilation system above the quiet laboratory, Xu Le was a little uncomfortable for a moment.

However, after only a few seconds of stunned silence, a smile appeared on his ordinary and friendly face. Today, this laboratory belongs to him.

The slender and stable fingers moved on the wide light screen desktop and sent out several fingers to the laboratory central control computer. The laboratory's ventilation system was adjusted to level 3. The debris door, which had been closed for a while, opened, cleaned the machinery and equipment by themselves, started to whistle and drove out, and began to clean and clean.

A few days ago, he had prepared the repair materials. Professor Shen’s laboratory has a huge database capacity, and there are all kinds of automatic tools and materials to store. Although he doesn’t know why these things are needed in pure theoretical research, Xu Le knows that he needs them very much.

The metal tool that he hadn't held for a long time made Xu Le feel friendly with that heavy feeling. In just over a dozen minutes, he repaired the large dust removal equipment behind the laboratory. With the buzzing current, he absorbed the slightest dust in the space where the natural sky light and light began to decrease at a speed visible to the naked eye.

While waiting for dust removal, Xu Le returned to the light screen desktop, squinted his eyes, and began to quickly browse the laboratory database. With the work of more than ten days, his familiarity with this database has reached a surprising level. There are 21 index trees in total, and after only six are opened, he found what he needs.

Transmission of biocurrent in the b-type material data line.

Interaction system between microchips and human neurons.

Xu Le looked at the titles of these two folders and his eyes suddenly lit up. What he was most concerned about was the mysterious power in his body and the identity chip behind his neck. The two materials in front of him that had been forgotten by federal scientists were like two huge cakes for him.

After browsing the information titles in these two folders quickly, Xu Le closed his eyes and sorted out and distinguished it in his mind. Finally, he opened his eyes and sighed softly. Regarding the technology of microchip, the Institute of Guoke Mobile Company has made great achievements, especially the database of the institute, which was shared with several major military colleges and academies of science. Xu Le found a lot of things, but these chip technologies are mainly concentrated on application chips. Whether it is armor, mecha, or base network, they are all cold metal structures.

The identity chip that Xu Le really cares about, the chip that can emit faint pulses on its own, has no trace in this database. Xu Le is not disappointed because he is very clear that this chip technology is not very useful to the entire Federation except for the use of positioning and information fragment collection identification, but it is this kind of chip that involves the mysterious Charter Bureau, the omnipresent First Charter...

With his confidentiality, it is impossible to get in touch with the aspect that has been strictly blocked by the Charter Bureau, and even fear that there is no content in the internal military database.

Xu Le turned his attention back to the other aspect. At this time, the dust removal in the laboratory had ended, but the fully transparent operating room on the left hand was still constantly lowering the dust level. Xu Le seized this time and took out the B-type transmission material he needed with the help of the computer, and waited silently outside the operating room.

With a beep, the dust removal ended.

After putting on the gray operating suit, Xu Le narrowed his eyes through the electronic vision glasses and automatic mechanical equipment, carefully but extremely calmly turned on the micro current simulation generator, and silently stared at the data feedback on the light screen.

"Pass rate...loss rate..."
Chapter completed!