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There are only two ACs in the entire federation, one of which once accompanied Shi Gongzi to sonic shock the parliament mountain, and the other is rumored to be in the hands of Lin Banshan.

Rumors always have their origins, so this is true, and the AC has been waiting in a secluded cellar for all these years until it was taken away by Zhang Xiao Huā.

He knew what kind of terrifying magic that qiāng possessed, and what kind of strange soldier he could play in this war, but when Lin Banshan asked him to hand it over to Xu Le, an imperial man, he did not hesitate.

Because Zhang Xiaohuā never doubted Lin Banshan's judgment.

Dim or bright lights cast from the apartment buildings on both sides of the street, and the man with the blue huā walked silently between the night and the snow, and with his steady and fast steps, the height of the buildings on both sides gradually decreased, the scenery became cluttered and the ambient sound began to be noisy.

A night taxi was parked outside the repair shop, and the driver inside was squinting under a blanket, as if he was sleeping, and no one noticed, and when Zhang Xiaohuā's emotionless gaze swept by, the driver slightly led the way.

The owner of the barbecue stall in front of him is waving a large spoon and stir-frying vegetables, and the fat proprietress is waving her greasy hands gently behind her buttocks, as if to repel mosquitoes that do not exist.

From time to time, such inconspicuous ordinary citizens appear in the streets and alleys through which Zhang Xiaohuā passes, expressing the unique language of the underworld with their own hand-like gazes.

In this way, the burly man, who was wanted by the Federation, walked safely all the way to the only welfare area in the Capital Special Administrative Region: Huangfengzhuang.

The so-called welfare area is just another name for the slum.

The people here have little formal work, have a meager income and rely on social welfare, receive boring synthetic protein meat on time, receive a small subsidy, live in cheap rented housing provided by zhèngfǔ, send their children to schools that the rich disdain, and live in a very difficult situation.

As described in social history books, the areas of hardship are always prone to evil. Illegal brothels with drains often clogged with avoidance, underground casinos filled with the smell of smoke and sweat, and drug dealers in the shadows of the alleys are the three most common sights in this neighborhood.

Zhang Xiaohuā waved his hand to lift the straw curtain, and then walked into a large courtyard expressionlessly, following the rain corridor at the bottom of the building, avoiding the tattered debris in front of him, and passing many half-closed rooms all the way.

Through the cracks, you can see that some of the people in those rooms are watching TV, some are nervous, some are only numb on their faces, some are children playing with gangsters and are extremely excited, and some middle-aged people who are in solitary confinement are panting and arching on prostitutes.

Zhang Xiaohuā seemed to be expressionless and did not squint, but in fact, when he passed by all the way, he had already seen all the pictures in the room.

In these rooms, in addition to his most loyal and capable subordinates, there are many people and hostages whose clothing and temperament are extremely inconsistent with Huang Fengzhuang's environment.

There is food and clothing to meet physical needs, and those hostages are in a good mental state, at least far from the edge of madness. After Zhang Xiaohuā confirmed this, he finally showed a satisfied expression on his face, nodded slightly to the middle-aged man with a respectful expression at the back door, and walked out.

Zhang Xiaohuā opened the door and sat in the driver's seat, took the coarse tobacco handed over next to him and lit it, and took two sips gently.

Han Chu, who was sitting in the back row, frowned, pulled out a delicate silk handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, and began to cough incessantly, breaking out a few bright blush on his pale and ghost-like cheeks.

"I understand how much of a role an authoritative news outlet can play in this war, ahem...... Ahem......"

Han Chu put down his handkerchief and shook his head, frowned and said, "What I don't understand is how much of a role the kidnapping of the relatives and families of those TV station employees can play, and what if they call the police?"

"The incident in Southern Collation proves that this violent method is effective. ”

Zhang Xiaohuā gently stroked the top of his smooth head, and after a moment of silence, he said: "If we alarm the police station, there will definitely be big trouble, but we have to gamble, bet that those gentlemen in charge do not have the courage of Bob and Wood." ”

Han Chu's gaze fell on his empty right hand, his pupils shrunk, as cold and terrifying as a poisonous snake, and his voice was sharp and cold, "Is it really just for that imperial person?"

"Hmm. Zhang Xiaohuā replied with a blank face.

"This matter is really interesting, the imperial prince seems to trust us very much, in fact, I have been waiting for him to threaten us with the lives of Li Feirong and the child, but he did not give me the opportunity to reciprocate. ”

Han Chu's eyes drooped slightly, and there was a very strong meaning hidden in his simple sentences.

Zhang Xiaohuā was silent.

The car slowly drove away from the neighborhood, and from time to time a thick mist of high-grade tobacco spewed out from the half-open windows, seeping into the snow.

Dozens of minutes later, the ordinary-looking car arrived outside an ordinary-looking building complex on the western outskirts of the capital, and the dim light illuminated the snow flakes slowly falling above the complex, and no one could detect the heavy fire points arranged around it.

The iron gate slowly opened, and the car in which Zhang Xiaohuā and Han Chu were riding, without any inspection, entered the secretly guarded complex of buildings.

The flat beamless house with a huge footprint, the thick wire bundle beside the road, the faint hum of the motor, and the white smoke from the sewage treatment equipment in the distance prove that this building complex is some kind of factory.

The car was parked outside a certain factory, and Zhang Xiaohuā and Han Chu walked in and walked along a transparent corridor.

On the glass side of the corridor are several fully automatic assembly lines, countless sophisticated cutting-edge mechanical equipment, which are constantly operating in a dust-free environment near vacuum, so thin that the front end is almost invisible to the naked eye, and the lightning probe is retracted, as if it is carrying out micro-carving work on a substrate on the assembly line.

If it was Xu Le walking in the transparent corridor at this time, he would definitely be shocked by what he saw in front of him, and he might even be stunned to look at the assembly lines against the glass, because such cutting-edge trace equipment could not be found even in the Fruit Shell Research Institute.

Zhang Xiaohuā and Han Chu did not have any unusual emotions, and walked forward in silence with expressionless faces or pale cheeks. When they first entered the building, they were shocked, but then they realized how a brain without the mindset of a senior engineer could not understand the equipment, so they had to ignore it.

In the office at the end of the transparent corridor, a middle-aged man in a full-body green sè filter suit was looking down at the data on the electronic notepad, although the filter suit was a little large and thick, it still couldn't cover the pair of mountain-like shoulders.

Lin Banshan, who looked like a senior engineer, raised his head, looked at his two most powerful companions, smiled slightly, and said, "It seems that things are going well."

"After confirming that Editor-in-Chief Bob and Reporter Wood were in the hands of the Silent March Command, I handed him Qiāng with my own hands, as you instructed. ”

Zhang Xiaohuā replied.

Han Chu stood next to him for a long time, and found that Lin Banshan was about to look down at the electronic notepad again, and he could no longer suppress the anxiety in his heart, unbuttoned the second twist of the black dress, frowned, and said, "If someone finds out afterwards, we will deal with an imperial person."

fǔ, and that imperial man is still a prince, so it will be stinking for 10,000 years. ”

"Ten thousand years of stench?"

Lin Banshan raised his head and said with a smile: "I don't care about this. ”

As if overhearing this evil and senseless sentence, the wind outside the factory suddenly became more violent, and a piece of snow that had just adhered to the roof of the house was easily lifted by the howling cold wind and swept high.

The snow swirled and rolled higher and higher, and then slowly descended again, drifting over the fourteen-square-kilometer factory building to the foundation stone of the pine forest at the south gate of the factory.

The smooth black sè stele is covered with light snow, as if wearing a funny white hat, and a line of words is engraved on the stele.

"Charter Bureau 24th Benchmark Chip Production Base. ”

After the bloodshed in the capital of Southern Science Prefecture, the gate of Lin Yuan was unhappily divided, and the Federation began to search for Lin Banshan and his subordinates everywhere, intending to extinguish this dark force directly, but who would have thought that the Bermuda monarch was hiding in a chip factory in the Charter Bureau.

Without a doubt, this is the safest place for Lin Banshan.

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The snow outside the window stopped, and Zhang Xiaomeng looked at the snow-covered statue of the group of five on the charter, with a faint sadness between her eyebrows.

The sound of knocking on the door sounded, and it would be unpleasant for anyone to be disturbed to rest in the early morning, but Zhang Xiaomeng just turned around calmly, pulled her somewhat messy hair into a ponytail, and then opened the door.

This is the heavily guarded parliament building, she is the highest official of the Qinglong Mountain anti-zhèngfǔ army in the capital SAR, in charge of the deep sea of Sike, and the concubine who will come to disturb her at this time is news, and it must be very important.

Of course, she is so calm now, all the more because she woke up so early today.

"Bob and Wood showed up at the rally, and following your instructions, the organization began a reverse investigation, and now has some preliminary results. ”

The male subordinate who was publicly identified as the deputy military attache looked at her and reported nervously: "According to the intelligence from the Ministry of National Defense, at twenty o'clock at noon yesterday in the capital time zone and six o'clock in the evening in the spring city, there was an attack in the sanatorium of the First Military Region, and the attacking party should be those first seven groups of soldiers. ”

Zhang Xiaomeng nodded.

The subordinate looked at her and stopped talking, and said hesitantly: "According to eyewitness reports, it is confirmed that former Federal Colonel Xu Le appeared at the scene of the attack. ”

The story of the young first love between the leaves of Qinglong Mountain and the heroes of the Federation, although not as well-known as the engagement between the male party and the national idol girl, is not a secret, at least all the fish in this deep sea know that their young female leader has some areas that cannot be touched.

However, to his surprise, there was nothing unusual on Zhang Xiaomeng's face, just a soft hum.

The door closed, she walked into the bathroom, looked at the man in the wheelchair with an unnatural look on his face, and after a moment of silence, asked in a low voice, "Your name is Da Vinci?" Did Xu Le give you such a crazy idea......? Did you say anything else?"