Chapter 195 My Battle (7)

"He hid under the floor for four days and four nights, so he shouldn't eat or even drink water, so I don't understand how this person survived. Not only did he not starve to death and thirst, he seemed to have not even been affected in combat power."

"Although the soldiers of the Iron Seventh Division looked rude, everyone knew that they could not make mistakes when checking the battlefield. Since the life detector was used in advance, why didn't Xu Le be found under the floor?"

Inside the only building in the capital special zone with three floors of information shielding, a member of the Little Eyes Force pointed at the information on the light curtain angrily and helplessly, waved his arms weakly, and said in a low voice: "How to explain all this? Unless we admit that he is not a human."

"Of course he is not a human." Another member shook his head with disappointment, looking at the battlefield surveillance that began to play, saying: "How could it be a normal human being so powerful and invincible?"

"Give up these useless literary and artistic tone and sigh, and no supernatural creatures have been found in the universe so far."

FBI officials interrupted the public's behavior of venting their loss and shock with a dark face, and said in a deep voice: "The most important task now is that we must calculate where Xu Le's next target is. Even if we cannot set up an ambush and kill, we must ensure the safety of those big shots."

"Now it is counted that the targets may be attacked by Colonel Xu Le have expanded to thirty-seven. It is very difficult to select key protected objects from them."

The member in charge of intelligence analysis scratched his hair, cursed a few swear words, looked at everyone and said, "There are too many government agencies that have offended Colonel Xu Le."

"That guy is psychopathic and always feels that everyone in the world is sorry for him. Professor Nour, you should support my judgment."

Bedeman, sitting in the corner, said to the famous psychology professor in the small-eyed army. His eyes were covered with terrifying blood, and his feet were scattered on the table. He seemed to be playing some kind of electronic game that required high IQ. He only kept trembling with his fingers and the sarcastic harshness in his words, revealing his true anger and unwillingness at this moment.

The members of the room all thought that Bedeman was a real pervert and knew what happened to him in the military court before, so they remained silent about his words.

This silence made Bedeman feel a deeper humiliation. He threw away the electronic game controller and stood up and roared at all the ***ers: "Don't you understand that psychological analysis, criminal past research, combat power test are all shit! All the fuck is shit!"

"We know that guy has the glory of a charter, that omnipotent ragged computer stands on his side, and we even know how they work, but what's the point? There's only one key point to solve the problem!"

"Permission! Permission! Or permission! No one can do anything to deal with that damn mouse without stripping his permission!"

Bedeman's cheeks flushed red, and he shook all the joints of his body as exaggeratedly as a male actor in an emotional theater. Because of the rare sunlight, blue veins burst out from his white and tender neck.

The people in the room remained silent. They knew that Bedeman was right, but no one could strip Shule of the first sequence permissions, no, even more inexplicable permissions than the first sequence.

Although this special department named Little Eyes has the highest authorization of the President and can even directly deploy combat troops, they can never rush into the underground of the Charter Bureau building and blow up the Federal Central Computer. In fact, they dare not think so.

"Let's give up on fantasy and face it, everyone."

The senior official looked at Bedeman and sighed, pointing to the information on the light curtain and said: "Based on the analysis and summary of the combat data that Sulle participated in and the assassination in this military court, we can clearly judge that he would make very sufficient preparations in equipment and spirit before carrying out every seemingly very risky operation."

He shrugged and said, "It takes time to arrange equipment to obtain relevant information and set goals. I believe Xu Le will enter a long period of silence, which also means we can take a break and take a shower. This is probably the only good news we have gained today."

A series of chair legs moving and collisions and tired yawns sounded in the room, and the official finally added: "According to the instructions of the superiors, what happened in the military court today must be absolutely confidential."

Some members replied sarcastically: "I am locked in this building every day, and I can't help selling the news to reporters."

These experts began to stretch their waists, and some went back to the living area to take a shower and have dinner. At this moment, the door painted with red eyes pattern was pushed open, and several soldiers walked in with serious expressions.

Bedeman was picking up the game console again with a depressed expression, but was shocked to hear the tasks assigned to him by the soldiers. He stood up angrily, looked at the government ******* and said: "The energy consumed too much, maybe I would live more than ten years less!"

The official said calmly: "This is the price you promised to pay when you strongly ask to go to the military court."

Bedeman was stunned and stretched out his red tongue to *** his lips. At the age of thirty, he laughed innocently and evilly like a child, and said in a sharp voice: "If you can really kill that guy, it is worth living for more than ten years."

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There is a black market wild meat sales point hidden behind a noisy vegetable market in the Capital Special Administrative Region. Through certain relationships, this black market site took over the dead bodies of wild animals in the private hunting grounds of big people in the suburbs, and then cut and sell them here. Although the htd bureau knew this well, it remained silent because of some greetings.

It was already night now, and the wild meat that was not much was sold out in the evening, so it seemed particularly deserted compared to the vegetable market in front. The metal gate of a subway in the corner suddenly began to rotate silently, revealing a human head quietly.

The surveillance head here has long been removed because the owner is worried about being photographed with illegal evidence. No one can see this strange scene.

The warm nest with a freezer and a TV in the depths of the underground passage was simply bandaged, and Xu Le changed into clean and refreshing clothes and returned to the ground.

After passing through an underground passage where a fierce battle occurred a few days ago, he looked at the small department store in the foothills on the oblique stone path, hesitated for a moment to give up his original plan, worried that the government's subsequent investigation would cause trouble to the boss of Xiaoshan.

At a shop on the street, he bought a phone that was not cheap or expensive, and then called a number.

On the third floor of the Presidential Palace, the phone next to Miss Padell's pillow rang. Now she was holding a big velvet bear and couldn't fall asleep, and she slowly turned her head. She looked nervously for a long time before it was connected, and said a word in a trembling voice.

"Hello?"

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"Miss Padell, your father is holding a very important meeting, and it is not convenient to disturb him at this time. You know, Mr. President needs to work for the interests of many, many people, right?"

Outside the retro door of the Oval Office, the Secret Service agent in black dress politely and firmly stopped Miss Padell's request to enter.

Padell was wearing a nightgown, barefoot, and his right hand hanging down to his waist tightly holding the phone, staring at the agent, and he didn't seem to give up.

"Take the lady back to sleep! How do you do your job!" The agent stared at the waitress who was nervously following the lady, and scolded in a low voice.

Padell suddenly took a deep breath, then squatted slightly, screaming loudly with expressionless face.

The girl's sharp screams echoed in the official residence. The agents and waiters were panicked and didn't know what to do. The entire federal government knew that the first daughter had autism when she was a child, and her condition had only eased in the past two years. The staff in the official residence had always pity her.

The heavy door of the office opened, and President Pablo at the end of the round table smiled and stood up to the government officials at the table: "The emergency meeting seems to have to be suspended, and our little fish seems to have more urgent problems than federal affairs that need me to solve."

The big men at the round table heard a series of generous laughter, understanding or appropriate.

"Dear Xiaoyuer, is there anything important to not sleep so late?" President Pablo's eyes clearly showed fatigue, but he still half-squatted to ensure the same height as his daughter, and asked gently.

"Xu Le's phone number."

Padell handed the phone to his father, because he was nervous, it was very wet.

People all know the situation of the first daughter of the federal government. Although her condition is gradually improving, she basically doesn't speak in front of outsiders. The five words she said at this time are so clear and shocking, but... what is even more shocking is what she said.

People in the Oval Office stood up in shock, the security department responded quickly, and the intelligence team immediately began to track the source of the signal.

Hearing his daughter's words, President Pablo's body froze slightly, but he still looked at her and smiled. Then he slowly stood up, put the phone on his lips, and said, "Col. Xu Le, I don't appreciate your actions."

The person on the other end of the phone should understand where Mr. President's anger came from, not on Colonel Lake's death, but because the call affected his sick daughter.

Xu Le's somewhat tired voice came from the other end of the phone: "Sorry, Mr. President, I can only find you in this way."

President Pabur waved his hand and signaled the agent to take his daughter away. The retro door quickly closed, covering Padell's pretty little face.

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At this moment.

Government officials stood at the round table in nervousness and shock.

Cui Judong stared at the light curtain where data kept flowing deep underground in the Charter Bureau.

Li Zaidao closed his deep eyes in the office and thought about an important issue.

President Pablo held his daughter's phone tightly, his fingers *** angrily.

The intelligence team made a signal connection, and Xu Le's voice began to echo in the oval hall representing federal power, echoing in the ears of these great figures who control the fate of the federal, and these words were also spoken to those who were not present.

"The old man said that some people will always be swept into the trash can in history. Shi Qinghai said that the trash can't go into the trash can by itself, and we need to sweep it. Now I agree with the latter."

"Mr. President, I think many of the things you have said make sense, and in fact, no one in the whole Federation can do better than you in terms of debate and persuasion, so today I called not to debate with you, but to inform you of something."

After a very brief pause, the voice rang out again in the office: "I can't tell why I'm fighting, but I've already started my battle."

In the city under the night, Xu Le looked at the majestic and magnificent Parliament Mountain not far away, squinted his eyes, hung up the phone in his hand, and forced himself to form a ball of scrap iron, throwing it into the trash can beside him.

The classified trash can clearly marked: toxic and harmful, and cannot be recycled.
Chapter completed!