Chapter 145: Exploring Beijing Camp (Part 1)

When Xu Le walked out of the underground passage and was taken over by Here, the commander of the 17th Division, and the members of the first seventh group, on the other end of the distant space, the three warships from remote military bases, which had been silent for many days, finally restarted with a low buzzing sound.

In the past few days, these three warships carrying out secret military missions have lost all their power and can only rely on the most basic level of the survival system to maintain the survival of combatants in the ship. The three warships are like three giant steel garbage, floating helplessly in the universe, unable to move, and have no way to inform the upper level of the federal military of embarrassment and sorrow.

When the warship regained its power, the ice sculpture suddenly came to life with vitality, Captain Mangui, whose hair was gradually rolling for several nights, passed the information back to the capital star circle as soon as possible.

Xishan Hotel in the Capital Special Administrative Region is heavily guarded. There are several single buildings hidden in the dense forest in the southeast corner. General Li Zaidao, chairman of the Federal Joint Staff Conference, owned one of them. Early this morning, he finally received news from the distant starry sky, knowing that the interception plan had been aborted, and at the same time he vaguely understood why the three warships had disappeared silently for so long.

He leaned against a light gray cloth chair, looking at Chunlin outside the window with a calm expression, not as nervous as his loyal subordinates showed, probably because he had made predictions about the worst outcome in advance and had enough mental preparations.

"The first sequence of charter permissions, physical operations, remote control, it seems that we are facing a very troublesome situation, an enemy of type that has never appeared before."

General Lee Jae-dao held the phone and said calmly to the other end: "During the last meeting, I once said that I would find a way to solve the authority of Colonel Xu Le, but before I came up with a solution, I think the Charter Bureau should make its own efforts to control his authority. Director Cui, you are an unquestionable expert in the federal field. I hope you can take more attention."

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Facing three Federal Light Feather-class battleships, the young officer rushed over so coldly without even blinking his eyes. He seemed to have some ability to make the thin space bombs lose coordinates and make the mecha release program in the cabin mess up. He seemed to be able to make all the machine equipment invalid in an instant...

What is this situation? Superpowers or God’s favor, or are those mysterious and unknown destinies at work?

For those of the federal military who were carrying out this secret mission, what happened to Xu Le was incomprehensible. In addition to the Soldier God, there was a kind of heart-wrenching strange color, which was applied to him.

Cui Judong didn't sleep all night. He stared at the straight road outside the Charter Bureau building that could only enter but not exit, and maintained a standing posture for several hours. He vaguely captured the terrifying signal hidden in this matter one step earlier than anyone else. Before Li Zaidao reminded him, he felt cold all over, and even the skin at the end of his little finger began to numb.

Walking out of the office, poured a cup of hot coffee, barely grinning and greeting the staff in the bureau, Cui Judong walked to the lower floor of the Charter Bureau building and walked into the elevator that belonged to him.

The speed has exceeded the speed when the fighter jets took off, but the lights in the elevator still did not flash at all, embodying the charter of almost all cutting-edge technological civilizations in the federal society, and there will never be any problems in these subtle aspects.

Cui Judong stared at the display screen that changed rapidly, with a very solemn expression, and there was even a little fear that was not easy to attract people's attention.

As the acting director of the Charter Bureau, he was not very clear about how many meters the core area where the Federal Central Computer was located was located. Perhaps there were answers on the information, but he habitually did not check it out because he had a slight altitude phobia and could not adapt to each rapid journey of several minutes.

However, today's fear has nothing to do with the depth of the Charter Bureau's underground base.

When the elevator door opened, Cui Judong took a sip of slightly wet air, and his eyebrows that had already begun to grow silver threads frowned. Looking at the familiar core area in front of him, he stopped in a daze, as if he didn't want to walk inside.

The core area where the Federal Central Computer is located is located, which is a constant temperature artificial condensation layer deep in the underground of the Charter Bureau Building. It is very comfortable in both temperature and humidity. In addition, the powerful air conditioning system is constantly filtering, cleaning and rebirth. The air in the open hall is actually very good. However, based on some psychological problems, most humans still cannot adapt to this deep-buried atmosphere.

Fortunately, the information collection and calculation processing of the federal central computer does not require much help from staff. In fact, if it were not for the strict regulations of the First Charter, the federal central computer could run daily routines independently without any instruction input.

Walking out of the elevator and walking into the hall along the passage paved with super-strength alloy, Cui Judong's expression became calmer and more numb.

An exaggerated physical barrier about five meters thick divides the core area into two parts. On one side is the Charter Bureau staff who seem to be busy but in fact do nothing, and on the other side is the federal central computer host that silently guards the Federation for countless years and has never made any sound.

Cui Judong stood silently in front of the physical partition, suddenly waved his hand and asked all the Charter Bureau staff to withdraw.

There was no one in the underground core hall, only the two-dimensional information display light curtain flashing continuously. The federal third-level electronic monitoring network, radio wave signals, video signals, and audio signals captured in various areas of the universe, are continuously transmitted to the computer host, and then turned into beams or data streams, flowing rapidly on the light curtain in a mechanical way that humans cannot understand.

Cui Judong stared at the light curtain that he had been looking at for decades, and stared at it for a long time until his pupils shrank. He suddenly felt that he had some illusion. He felt that the mechanically displayed data lines and light beams on the light curtain suddenly condensed together, turning into a cold and indifferent face, looking down at his humble self from above.

Cold sweat oozed out of his forehead and slowly flowed on his skin. Cui Judong looked at the silent light curtain, spread his hands sadly and terrified, and asked slowly in a hoarse voice:

"Old thing, the bureau has been calling you old thing for thousands or tens of thousands of years. Maybe it's kind, maybe it's because we are not afraid of you, because you are serving the federal government and you must abide by the provisions of the First Charter."

"So when I find that you have violated the First Charter and started to do a physical exercise directly, you should be able to understand my shock and fear."

Cui Judong's cheeks were pale, spread his hands, looked helplessly at the huge two-dimensional light curtain above his head, and asked in a hoarse voice: "What happened? Even if Xu Le has the first sequence permission, why can you break through and perform direct physical work? Do you know what this means?"

"What the hell is going on!"

Cui Judong suddenly raised his head, his slightly curly hair shaking like a whip. He waved his arms in fear and angrily, shouting at the giant light curtain above his head: "You have violated the Charter! You have violated the Charter! How could you have violated the Charter! Where is the logic? Where is the truth? This does not conform to the law!"

Suddenly, his right arm was stiff in the air, and his pupils became slightly scattered due to the violent impact. He stared at the light curtain incredible, opened his mouth to say something, but did not make any sound. Until a long time later, the one-act pantomime finally made a sound.

Cui Judong stared at the smooth and high-speed calculation sequence on the light curtain like a little boy who was wronged and frightened, and said to himself: "Authoritative consciousness? Do you have an autonomous consciousness? No, I don't believe it."

"I don't believe it!"

He was shocked and pulled his fingers into the wet and cold hair, grabbed his hair hard, gasping quickly, twisting his body like a crazy vegetable market woman, kicking everything he could see, chairs, tables, wastebaskets.

Crackly, the most important central computer core computer room in the Federation was in a mess. After kicking over so many chairs, Cui Judong finally felt tired. He held his waist, feeling that his lumbar spine was filled with lead. He held up a chair and sat down casually. He no longer looked at the light curtain that made him panic, but stared at his toes and smiled nervously.

"I'm crazy, what can't be believed? Didn't the old director and I have thought of this long ago? Aren't we always afraid and excited about something happening?"

He thought hard like a philosopher, then smiled, waved his arms like a poor poet, raised his head bravely, looked at the light curtain, and said in a low voice after a long silence: "Seven seconds, I have not forgotten those seven seconds."

He stood up, threw the chair into the garbage dump, turned around and walked towards the elevator, and said silently: "Whatever you want to destroy this world, then destroy it. I am just a mortal. I want to do those normal things."

Because of his crazy venting that moment, his foot was injured, and blood oozed out of the toes of his shoes. He dragged it and looked a little funny, but also a little sad.

"My uncle is just closing his eyes there."

Through the car window, Xiong Linquan pointed to the set of antique bronze statues in the Charter Square not far away, explaining the situation at that time to Xu Le beside him.

Xu Le squinted his eyes and looked at that place in silence. After a moment, he suddenly pushed open the car door and walked down.
Chapter completed!