Chapter 187: Road (middle)

Zou Yu looked at the red wine in the glass of slender fingers, his eyes rarely wandering.

Xu Le's answer was very simple and calm, just like in the kitchen of the Wangdu Youth Apartment, she said softly that there was only a plate of fried high-quality imitation eggs tonight. However, it was this simple and calm that contained too much perseverance and strength, so that her past coldness turned into a faint confusion in this instant.

"I grew up in the military compound, and I was surrounded by soldiers whose skin was forced out and the air and the men were forced out, but I still couldn't fully understand what the men were thinking."

Zou Yu smiled helplessly with a slightly raised lips, looking at Xu Le and whispered: "If it's just to avenge Shi Qinghai, is it necessary to fill his life in it?"

"In addition to avenging the gangsters, there are many other reasons. I just found out that Huang Erxing's seventh group was attacked, and the defeat of the front-line troops some days ago... In fact, it was the method of the big men in the capital's star circle. I can't imagine that the soldiers on the front-line fought bloody battles for the Federation, but because of the considerations of those people, they died in vain."

Xu Le narrowed his eyes and stared at the empty wine glass in front of him. There was no wine or water in the glass, only air. After pausing for a long time, he took a deep breath and looked at Zou Yu and said, "All reasons are reasons, but none of them are the most important reasons. I want to kill them because I think it is more important for them to die."

Zou Yu didn't say anything, but just used a napkin with three ancient letters written on lfp to carefully wipe the corners of his lips, as if he wanted to make this rare gathering longer, but the gathering was always for the next moment of separation, and the firm and cold emotions returned to her eyes. She picked up her bag and stood up, saying goodbye to Xu Le: "Good luck."

"My luck has always been good, but this time it has nothing to do with luck." Xu Le did not hide the dangerous prospect from Zou Yu, and said calmly: "To achieve the goal, I really need to work hard this time."

Fiercely referring to using his life to fight for a brilliant and bloody prospect. Zou Yu's fingers holding the bag were slightly pressed, and the pale gradually became clear. She looked at the empty wine glass in front of him and sighed: "Since it's a prosperous journey, you should have had some wine today."

Xu Le replied: "Since his death, I have never drunk any other wine."

Zou Yu was silent for a moment and said with a smile: "So, the last time you were willing to drink the wine I brought with you at the street stall, which means you trust me very much."

"If you can't even trust you, that's boring." Xu Le said with a smile: "And you know, I've been fighting these days and I don't want alcohol to affect my brain."

During this period, he has been fighting, fighting the entire Federation, all the time, every place, without a second of peace and ease, and only the tension of life and death.

Zou Yu looked at him who was obviously much thinner and suddenly felt very sad. He raised his hand to cover his bright red lips, covered his inner emotions, and pushed the porcelain plate with half of the steak left on his table to him.

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After Zou Yu left, Xu Le continued to lower her head and chew the remaining steak seriously. During this process, no one knew that with the beautiful and pleasant light of Liufengpo Club, he had many conversations with the Federal Central Computer in his mind.

For example, many fierce quarrels in the underground waterway, the old guy still refuses to provide any specific help to the plan he is about to start. According to him or her or it, knowing that you are going to kill one or many federal citizens, if you provide you with detailed information and help, this is a serious violation of the three core laws.

Xu Le's eyebrows were frowning very tightly, like flowers tied with shoelaces. After a long time of silence, he cursed silently in anger, and placed the silver knife and fork on the table heavily, making a muffled sound.

A waiter came to hear the sound, and asked for instructions politely and took away the excess plates and tableware for him. Just after the waiter turned around and left, there was a very subtle and unobtrusive chip in the place where the silver knife and fork were placed.

Xu Le held the chip into his palm with his fingers, lifted up the dark blue hooded sports windbreaker hat to cover his face, and walked out of Liufengpo Club on the deliberately wet bluestone road.

Outside the club is Charter Square.

The ginkgo leaves around the square in early autumn are beginning to show yellowness, and they are swaying gently with the breeze, or trembling, which is more appropriate to describe it. This is the most beautiful season in Charter Square, but there is no picture of tourists. I don’t know if it is because of the disappearance of the failure of the frontline war, which has caused the people to lose their interest in sightseeing, or the strikes these days have caused the people to take back their boots to go on the autumn.

Xu Le sat on the bench next to the square and lit a cigarette, squinted his eyes and looked at the few pedestrians and military policemen in the square with far more pedestrians than pedestrians.

The blue smoke rose from his fingers, and then rose and melted in the early autumn sky. He lowered his head and carefully read the information in the chip *** military watch, and felt infinite emotion in his heart.

After Zou Yu left, the wife of Mochou Houshan made a decision, and these confidential information was sent to him. The courage and terrifying execution of the Qianshi Tai family really made people feel terrifying.

The microchip has a confidential file that does not contain the content of the military court, but it is interesting to calculate which building will the secret trial that the military court will be arranged in a few days later.

What Xu Le needs most now is this. There is also a very detailed and powerful combat plan attached to the chip archive, but he is not ready to adopt it. Although he smelled the familiar smell in this combat plan, Zou Yu, who is now working in the Ministry of Defense's Battle Strategy Research Office, must have contributed a lot of effort, but he will not allow his battle to be carried out under the guidance of Mochou's back mountain.

After doing all this, Xu Le leaned relaxedly on the back of the bench, holding a cigarette in the corner of his lips and narrowed his eyes to the sky, not knowing what he was thinking in a daze.

It was amazing. No one paid attention to him, no one came to ask who he was, what he saw here, what he wanted to do.

Uncle Feng Yu used his tough life to prove that he was always correct. Today, it seems that his most dangerous place is the safest nonsense. It turns out that it is also correct.

A few years ago, facing Mrs. Tai's most deadly threat, he suppressed his anger and walked out of Liufengpo Club, came to Charter Square to struggle and think for a long time, and then made the decision to kill Medellin.

A few years later, he walked out of Liufengpo Club again and came to Charter Square. It was still the cold bench, and that world, those people, was indeed a bit annoying.

But some things have changed a lot, such as the sky was full of snow and snow, and today the autumn wind was refreshing. He smoked a lot of cigarettes and inserted the cigarette butt into a plum blossom in the snow beside his feet. Today he only smoked two cigarettes and had no struggle and thought.

There are many truths that cannot be understood. For example, the conversation with the President in the official residence that night troubled him for a long time. In the end, he understood a little angrily that the truth that Professor Shen had told him long ago that there was no reason in this universe.

The Capital Daily building was burned, the soldiers on the front line were dead, and Colonel Lake was about to be released. The real and vivid scenes made him very upset.

Federal proverbs often say that a 20-year-old hero is often a thirty-year-old mediocre man. He wants to be heroic before being mediocre and selfishly satisfy himself. As for later? If he dies cleanly and neatly, how can he think about what principle?

The sun gradually moved to the west and retreated. Xu Le had his face numbly because of the wind. He stood up and looked at the crescent moon, which had just appeared in a blur at the end of the sky. Thinking that he seemed to be about to forget the old moon, he left Charter Square with emotion.

He followed the developed underground transportation network in the capital to a certain block, climbed up along the long and slanted stone path, bought some high-energy nutrition sticks for students to camp at the foothills department store, greeted the boss named Li Xiaoshan, and left.

Forty minutes later, a quiet light lit up somewhere in the underground passage of the capital. Xu Le climbed up the deep passage with goggles, his movements were extremely gentle and made no sound, like a wild cat wandering and foraging in an abandoned mine.

Using a sharp military spike to cut the hard outer wall of the pipeline, Xu Le narrowed his eyes and pulled out as many as 64 bundles of solid lines inside, poured his strength into his fingertips and slapped his fingers hard. His fingers were like a hot soldering iron at this moment, and actually wiped the protective film outside the solid lines like paper scraps.

Connecting the micro-shaped workbench with the broken lines, Xu Le stared at the slightly fluorescent screen, and did not try to crack the security system on the ground, but just tried to follow the data flow to find the value of opening the ground valve.

He is not Gu Xifeng, nor Shi Qinghai, nor is he an uncle who can invade the core of the Charter Bureau's computer. Theoretical physics, mathematical calculations and computer control are the weakest links he has compared to these geniuses. The data inverse operations he performed at this time caused the government monitoring system to call the alarm.

As time passed by minute by minute, the night on the surface should be getting deeper and deeper, but his work progress was a little slow. Although the engineer's rigor made him feel less impatient, he knew in his heart that if he had to postpone it until tomorrow before entering the surface building, it was very likely that he would not be able to rush before the powerful government troops entered.

A drop of sweat slid down his forehead, rubbing the edge of the semi-tight sports windbreaker dripped down the underground channel, and the tense atmosphere echoed in the fishy smell of the underground passage.

At this moment, the sound of the Federal Central Computer rang in his mind: "Gamo 2 # access control, the algorithm you chose is too slow. If you want to enter before dawn, I suggest you choose to perform physical cracking. You have tools in your workbench, in the second grating."
Chapter completed!