Chapter 158: A Spring Like a Flower (Sixth)

In the southern suburbs of the capital, the George Carlin Foundation Art Center, the huge light curtain outside the building is a high-definition environmental shooting. The peach blossoms that are close to you are blooming in the spring breeze and blooming.

The conference room in the building was quiet, and the cool and moist wind blowing from the air exchange system seemed to condense everything in the room. The reporters either lowered their heads, bit the end of the electronic pen, frowned or opened their mouths slightly, listening to Xu Le's gentle and simple narrative on the stage.

This is the story of a spy in Qinglong Mountain.

The spy was named Shi Qinghai. When he was a child, his family suffered a catastrophe because of a large federal enterprise. He was admitted to Capital University Affiliated High School with excellent grades, and then entered the First Military Academy to study. After graduation, he was assigned to the fourth department of the Linhai Prefecture Branch of the FBI. The prospects were bright. However, no one knew that as early as on campus, he had been absorbed by the Qinglongshan anti-government military intelligence system and became a fish in the deep sea where no one had seen his true appearance.

"For you, to all the people of the Federation, Shi Qinghai is just a very strange name, he is just an inconspicuous stranger."

"So when the Qinglongshan Committee recognizes his identity and provides evidence that he has been fired, you will naturally believe that he is a ruined spy who has no future."

"So you can easily believe the results of the federal government's investigation. He broke into Parliament Hill and killed Vice President Byron and the gentlemen of parliament at the cost of his life. He was just a crazy terrorist who was bribed by some forces who had not yet found a scapegoat."

"But I know him."

"He is handsome, handsome, gentle, and has excellent grades that he can enter the Trinity Association. His peach blossom eyes can fascinate all women. Although it sounds like I am seeking marriage for him, it is really true. As long as he wants, he can easily have wealth and status that ordinary people cannot imagine."

"Mr. Pabur landed on a military transport plane on Qinglong Mountain and completed the big settlement agreement that surprised everyone. It was his contact arrangement."

"Medellin died in the Four State Foundation Building in the Mountains four years ago. It was my hand that I and I worked with. I believe that the WikiLeaks video in the past year has already allowed you to digest the shock caused by this news, and it is generally understood that he has solved the biggest trouble for the federal government once."

"With no one knows, the President pardoned him. He served as a liaison officer between the Special Forces and the Ministry of Defense. On the faraway Xilin was occupied by the planet, he hid alone in the deep snow, holding the big gun that had fired in front of the Parliament Hill, and I don't know how many emperors had killed."

"This is the George Carlin Foundation Art Center. Two years ago, the documentary called "Seven Groups" won all the awards here. The team members and I were pushed to the stage by your cheers and cheers, enjoying the courtesy of the entire Federation. In fact, Shi Qinghai once fought side by side with us, and he was also qualified to stand in the spotlight, but he chose to walk into the shadow behind the light again."

After a long period of silence in the conference room, the journalists were not without doubts in their hearts, but they clearly judged from Xu Le's expression that he should have something to say.

Xu Le *** said, "I just said that he is my best friend, so when the President authorized me to investigate the attack on Gu Zhongyao in depth, he had no obligation to risk helping me, and once again walked into the dark night and began to track down those clues that were about to be forgotten by people."

After a moment of pause, he looked at the reporters who kept making summary records in the audience and said seriously: "He is used to walking in the dark, but he is more dazzling than anyone else. A person like this cannot be a terrorist."

"I hope the federal people can understand this. He has a certain reason for doing anything, and only those reasons will make him do so many things that seem incredible to you."

At this point, a reporter finally couldn't suppress his emotions and raised his hand and asked, "It also includes the attack on Parliament Hill?"

"Yes." Xu Le replied.

The reporters easily derived a conclusion that shocked them from these words, and some people asked incredibly loudly: "Col. Shull, do you think Vice President Byron is related to the attacks of those members of Congress and the Ancient Clock by the Imperial Fleet that year?"

"I didn't say that. In fact, Shi Qinghai and I have been investigating." Xu Le raised his head and looked at the reporter asking questions in the corner.

"It's so ridiculous!"

"It's simply inexplicable!"

News reporters were shocked and could not accept Xu Le's statement. Although the federal government had investigated the case of the attack on Gu Zhongyao a few months ago, it seemed that some new doubts were found, but it was unimaginable that the federal vice presidents were involved in this matter.

"The last investigation was forced to be terminated for well-known reasons." Xu Le looked at the reporters and said, "Shi Qinghai and I had already obtained some evidence at that time, but unfortunately we didn't have the opportunity to continue investigating."

"According to the information source from the Ministry of Defense, you left Xilin and did not get approval from the military region, which is a serious violation of the military discipline regulations."

The Wood reporter who had been silent for a while, clamped an electronic ink pen with his finger and asked thoughtfully: "What is the purpose of being dealt with by military law and insisting on returning to the capital's star circle? Wash your friend's injustice? Or do you want to continue the investigation that was interrupted last time?"

"I will ask Mr. President's second authorization to restart the investigation of the Ancient Clock case." Xu Le replied: "If there is any new discovery or evidence, I will notify everyone present as soon as possible within the scope of the Charter."

The journalists in the audience subconsciously frowned and shook their heads, not satisfied or disagreed with Xu Le’s imagination of the future situation.

"So, why do you have to hold this press conference before obtaining the second authorization of Mr. President? What is your purpose in talking about this press conference alone?"

The Wood reporter saw the problem keenly and continued to ask questions.

“I want to inform some people formally.”

Xu Le narrowed his eyes and looked at the nearest camera lens, as if he was looking at the big figures of the federal political and military behind the camera. After a moment of pause, he said seriously: "I'm back and will start the investigation again. Are you... ready?"

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After the press conference, it was almost dusk. The next day when Xu Le returned to the capital's star circle, he passed by in a hurry and nervously. The shadows of the buildings and the red dusk clouds formed a large mixed compound of color. The originally beautiful peach blossoms suddenly became bright red and dripping.

The reporters left the George Carlin Foundation Art Center in groups of three or three, but no one was in a hurry to return to the newspapers or TV stations. Instead, they chose to call their familiar colleagues to have a few drinks at a nearby tavern.

They heard extremely explosive news at the press conference, but they had no way to share it with others. They had to immediately tell the countless questions in their hearts and express the shock in their minds.

Without clear evidence, no matter how much the media that praises news, it is impossible to publish news about the federal vice president suspected of colluding with the Imperial Fleet. This has nothing to do with the pressure of the president's official residence. The obedience of news practitioners requires them to have evidence. The entire federal government is mourning the atmosphere of Vice President Byron, which is an invisible ruler.

Xu Le did not leave the Art Center. The seven team members scattered around the building, controlling all the dangerous sniper points, guarding his safety outside the window in the red twilight, while he whispered to reporter Wood in the room.

"Why keep me alone?" Wood asked in confusion.

"Because I trust you, but I thought Editor Bob should come with you." Xu Le explained with a smile: "It seems that my news popularity is not enough to attract Mr. Chief Editor to take action in person."

Wood shrugged and said slightly, "You have called back my application for three interviews in the past two years, but now I say trust... Don't say that this is because we were the last interview with Lord Soldier God."

Xu Le shook his head, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Remember what I mentioned about Medellin just now? At that time, the only one of the entire federal press, the Capital Special Zone Daily, dared to question the old man and even investigate him."

"If your friend... Shi Qinghai really participated in the assassination of Medellin, I would be cautious about expressing my trust in him, but this trust is not much, because in my opinion, his cold-blooded performance on Parliament Hill is really not like the idealist you call it."

Wood lit a cigarette and sucked two puffs, and said with a hint of pride in the pungent smoke. "When talking about the Medellin project back then, I brought a group of paparazzi to investigate on S2 for dozens of days, which should be considered the most proud thing in my life."

Xu Le looked at the red flower reflected from the window glass under her feet, and suddenly spoke, "Before you go to check, you should have received an electronic investigation document about Medellin."

Wood frowned slightly and had a cigarette roll in his fingers. He didn't understand why the other party knew about this. In fact, until today, he still didn't know who the mysterious person who sent the documents to the newspaper.

"Those were found out by Shi Qinghai."

Xu Le smiled and looked at the shocked reporter Wood, and took out a microchip from his military shirt pocket and handed it over: "I just said at the press conference that we didn't find any evidence, but we were actually lying. This chip contains evidence of Vice President Byron and those members involved in the case."

"I handed over these evidence to you because I trust you and Editor-in-Chief Bob, and I trust you because Shi Qinghai and you have not fought side by side, but they have indeed fought together."
Chapter completed!