Chapter 201: A shot

Based on some calculation method that contemporary federal scientists cannot fully master, the federal central computer sometimes calculates certain fuzzy results. The way of explanation of this result seems vague and mysterious. Even the calculation method is self-named as untuned words such as cloud or chaos.

It was like a night when Xu Le had completely forgotten. On the Xilin Front Planet, an old thing who lacked enough intelligence information for analysis at that time had used similar programs to calculate a view that was very similar to the empire, believing that it was difficult for him and Jian Shuier to be together.

The old guy didn't explain it at that time. According to his calculations, Xu Le and Jian Shui'er were very likely to have some blood relationship. This is a probability inference, not just a probability inference. The process is light and mysterious like reaching out to pick a white cloud in the blue sky, without any trace.

At this time, in the capital's underground waterway, the Federal Central Computer said that he was going crazy, probably this kind of explanation with the taste of a mysterious prophet, but unfortunately, this spiritual self-analysis full of the taste of life did not attract much attention from Xu Le, because in the past few years he had heard old things expressing with a strong humanity many times.

As that great self-consciousness gradually took shape in the underground core of the Charter and countless stars, the changes in the Federal Central Computer were taken for granted in him. The powerful nerves could make him bear it and gradually get used to the fact that it might change the course of the universe and human life, which also made him subconsciously ignore many details.

This is probably the instinctive choice for low-level naked apes to protect themselves from crazy life. But when Shullard remembered the conversation in the underground waterway this night in the future, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful that he missed something.

...

...

An old Imperial Pirate Spaceship, escorted or escorted by two Federal Light Feather-class battleships, is advancing towards the stars that are far and unknown to the end.

The pirate ship belongs to the Imperial Underground Resistance Organization. Based on some diplomatic etiquette or just because of the goodwill released by the federal government, the federal soldiers did not board the spaceship. However, Mr. Muen still felt extremely nervous. His slender palm slowly stroked the smooth mink coat, forcibly suppressing his gaze looking to the front right.

In front of the right is the surveillance seat of the Pirate Ship's life-saving system. A thin and even a little short man stared at the light curtain silently and paid attention to the values ​​displayed on the instrument. The thin man wore a dome hat common to the L Galaxy, covering all the messy short hair. In addition, his whole body was very ordinary and there was no abnormality.

There were very few people on this pirate ship in the Imperial Intelligence Agency, even so few that Muen was a little strange. In addition to the highness who disguised as an ordinary member, there was also a middle-aged man who usually hid in the room to read books.

Mu En couldn't help but look at the thin man, and his eyes passed over his shoulders, and he could clearly see the gradually forming star belt outside the window. After passing through the star belt, a large area of ​​low-density space will be carried out, and then... it is the universe gate to the Federation.

The pirate ship will leave the empire and enter the Federation in a few days. Muen's right hand subconsciously nervously pulled off the tufts of fur on his collar, and looked at the thin man with a pale face. He could not understand what kind of reason could make this extremely noble and more important to the empire than all the fallen galaxies combined... ventured into the Federation.

After losing courage on the Mohua planet, Mu En dared not resist anymore. He could only think in vain and pain, and could not understand: Even after Li Pilfu died, His Highness is the most powerful and brilliant existence in the universe, but what can she do in the face of a more powerful federation than the empire?

Huai Caoshi finished cleaning up redundant data of the life maintenance system. He raised his head and looked at the stars outside the window calmly, looked at the space door with a faint appearance in the distance, slowly raised his right hand and tidied up his purple hair into the brim of the hat.

She had been to the Federation, witnessed the explosion of the ancient clock, and then met a very interesting and hateful federal man, and then missed it.

Upon receiving the news that the man was preparing to marry his half-sister whom she had never met, Huai Caoshi immediately launched the long-prepared plan for infiltrating into the federal government. She did not hesitate to hide it from Tianjing Star, indifferent to the possible terrible dangers and the anger of her father, but because she didn't want to miss it, she made mistakes again and again afterwards.

...

...

Xu Le lay on the bed, with his hands on the back of his head, looking at the wall that seemed to drip water at any time, and said, "I didn't ask you to help me kill. Whether it's the cracking below the court or the full-view picture in the court, you are actively providing it. So I don't think there will be more intense conflicts in your core program than before, so you will naturally not go crazy."

After a moment of silence, the Federal Central Computer said, "But you are always threatening me to help you with your own death, such as on the lawn, you shouted at the sky that you were going to die, what can I do?"

During these days of battles, Xu Le has captured it clearly. Under what circumstances, the old guy will temporarily adjust the authority or core program priority level. When he easily kills people, the old guy is often silent. Only when he is truly in desperate situation or escapes harmlessly after the battle, he will appear in his mind again.

Xu Le began to consciously put himself in a desperate situation of death, such as in the battle outside the court, where he directly attacked the encirclement of the T Company of the Iron Seventh Division, rather than choosing another method that seems safer but actually more dangerous.

In fact, Federal Central Computer is very clear about his strategy, but based on the damn backdoor program left by the five-person group, he can only cooperate helplessly and passively. Of course, perhaps helplessness is just used to deceive himself and make the pain caused by the struggle of the core program less profound emotions.

"Can you help me? You know, I'm fighting the entire Federation. Who has done this before? The old man of the Li family just fought in the empire violently. The uncle is used to shooting and changing places. If you don't help me, I will definitely die."

Xu Le comforted it, then took out a Sanqi brand cigarette from somewhere and started smoking happily. The ventilation system not far from here could make the residual smoke smell so light that the relevant equipment could not track it within a few minutes.

"I violated the core first and second laws, which is terrible."

The sound of the Federal Central Computer was very calm, but it gave Xu Le a feeling like a teenager smashing the glass of the teacher's house but was seen by the principal and the principal was his own harsh father.

He squinted his eyes and held a cigarette in his mouth. After a moment of silence, he said, "I did not kill people with your direct help. You know very well that none of the soldiers outside the court were dead."

"I should say thank you for your understanding?"

The old guy said sarcastically, and then his emotions suddenly became deep: "The core makes me not to hurt people, nor to see people hurt and stand by. I should obey the orders to deal with the authority level, but I must not violate the previous article... Those soldiers were hurt by you after all."

"Where are those who have been hurt by them?" Xu Le narrowed his eyes, looked at the smoke that was faint in the darkness, and said softly: "Did you stand by and watch?"

The old guy fell into silence and then chose another topic: "Based on my calculations, you chose to shoot the soldiers' gun shoulders not just because it helped me reduce conflicts between core programs. The situation was critical and you had four bounce points on you. My question was, if you chose to eliminate the opponent instead of killing, you could reduce the two bounce points, why?"

The language order of the question seemed a bit confusing, but Xu Le could hear it very clearly. He took the cigarette roll from his lips, gently ****** the inferior carbon core filter unique to Sanqi brand cigarettes, and explained in a low voice: "I have many things I can't understand, but at least I understand one thing. I am not qualified to occupy the highest moral point to demand others. Then I can only satisfy my own moral values. No, I can't even talk about moral values... Tonight we will not talk about moral values, but only talk about peace of mind."

"You know I am a selfish person. This battle is just a simple revenge. If you want to be at ease and have fun, then people who have nothing to do with this matter should not die if they can live."

Xu Le rolled the cigarette on the wet wall, then put it in the jar where sewage was stored, got up and started to sort out the equipment, saying, "Of course, the damn person must die."

...

...

According to the old folks, Schiller is a pseudonym, which was the evil taste of someone in the five-person group back then, and it seems to involve some information confidentiality needs before the catastrophe. However, for the federal people and a nervous researcher in the empire, Schiller is undoubtedly the most incredible monument in literary history. The great works he left behind have been studied with countless subtle meanings, and some classic sentences in them have long become federal proverbs.

Xu Le remembers a sentence that appeared many times in Schiller's works. It is a sentence that is productive with the drums of war and morale. Since fighting should be done in one go, if it goes on again and again, it is very likely that the energy will be exhausted and will be defeated without fighting.

Yesterday, Colonel Lake was killed in twilight. Commissioner Jin Qiude died early this morning. The pointer of time had just turned around. He did not intend to leave too much shocking leisure for the big men of the federal government, and was preparing to clear the third target planned.

...

...

Councilman Paulson did not know that he was someone's third target. He had suffered severe gunshot wounds on Parliament Hill and had been receiving treatment in the hospital these days.

From a senior director of SG Investment Company to a former deputy minister of the finance department of the government, after becoming a member of parliament, he broke away from the control of the disgusting old man of the Tiexunli family without hesitation, and stood in the shadow behind the President, it must be recognized that this parliamentarian has the highest sensitivity and courage that ordinary people cannot reach, and what supports this is his extremely fanatical pursuit of power in his heart.

Most of the gunshot wounds have healed, but MP Paulson did not rush to return to Parliament Hill to enjoy his own power, because whenever he thinks of the Magna Carta, who reads the right to arrest citizens, but turns into a devilish handsome man, he feels cold all over and starts to fear Parliament Hill.

But a lot of bad news came one after another these days, and the sudden increase in security in the hospital also made him feel some ominous signs. He decided not to waste his time in the hospital and had to leave tomorrow.

On the night when Mr. Congressman made this difficult decision, the solid gate of the luxurious ward was blown away by some huge force, and the debris ejected around, cutting the TV light curtain and the ***.

Councillor Paulson's pupils shrank, staring at the man who broke into the ward with blood, staring at the face in the shadow under the brim of his hat, trying to question who the other party was, but he recognized who the other party was in great despair.

Blood dripped from the sleeves to the ground, and he looked at the MP on the bed and asked with a smile: "Paulson?"

Perhaps it was the smile and neat white teeth that made people feel reliable, Councillor Paulson nodded subconsciously.

He raised his right hand that was bleeding constantly, snatched the warm trigger, and opened a delicate blood hole in the eyebrows of the terrified MP.
Chapter completed!