Why do you have to be an Imperial?

He Le took a puff of cigarette and replied with a smile: "Mr. Editor-in-Chief, whether I want it or not has no effect on this matter, not that I want it, but I have to ask for it, and everyone has no way to choose their birth." ”

The Wood reporter, who was drowsy because of airsickness, just added a comment: "There is no way to choose your own death." ”

"That's the truth. Xu Le looked at the two thin news people, paused for a moment and then suddenly said: "Regarding the story between the empire and the federation, can we talk about it when we have a chance in the future?"

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Snowflakes slowly fell on the George Carlin Art Center, and when the relevant gendarmerie department in charge of enforcing military discipline arrived there, Da Vinci, who was in a wheelchair, had already disappeared silently.

The people, still immersed in grief and anger, consciously or unconsciously obstructed the actions of the government, and even bumped the gendarmes around in a very provocative way, like a sea of anger teasing a lone fishing boat.

"Hand over Bob Editor-in-Chief!"

"Hand over the Wood reporters!"

"Disband the Joint Investigation Division!"

"Restart the Ancient Bell Investigation!"

"Investigate the frontline conspiracy!"

"Repeal the Patriot Act!"

"End the world ruled by secret police!"

"President Pabur step down!"

The red-faced female speaker on the rally stage used exaggerated and professional body language and a tearing but sincere voice to make a loud accusation against the gray sky, and tens of thousands of angry protesters in the audience waved their fists and made a resounding response.

The parade rallies have always been an extremely long form of entertainment, because they are so long that the enthusiasm of the people can easily be consumed by the cold weather and the repetition of the drowsiness, but the near-perfect flow control of the Silent March Command, the excellent emotional incitement of the speakers, and the response of the determined core members did not happen.

When the spring twilight receded about four hours later, the capital region also ushered in a pale gray evening, and the rallying scene still echoed the sound of the release of the cannon Boomwood, and from time to time someone read aloud the famous special issue.

At this moment, an ordinary military vehicle drove to the southeast corner of the rally site, and two middle-aged men wearing multi-colored trench coats and hidden hats slowly walked onto the podium with the support of the staff of the Silent March Headquarters.

The noise in front of the George Carlin Center for the Arts was silenced, and people wearing scarves looked at the stage in confusion, trying to recognize who it was.

The Capital Police and Prosecutor's Office, which was responsible for supervising the maintenance of religious order at the scene, learned the identities of the two middle-aged men as soon as possible, because in their remote camera system, the two emaciated faces were so clear.

"Editor-in-Chief Bob, Reporter Wood, How did they get here?"

The crowd at the rally, who also recognized the identities of the two middle-aged men, turned their heads excitedly and told their companions that they did not know why the two news celebrities, who had been arrested by the government in the name of the Patriot Act, suddenly appeared at the rally.

Earth-shattering cheers resounded in front of the art center.

At the outskirts of the crowd, the chief of the police and prosecutors of the Capital Special Administrative Region, who was pale, looked at a certain senior official of the joint investigation department, whose face was even more ugly, and said angrily: "Are you crazy? Do you want us to arrest them at this time?"

"I know they are fugitives, but please keep your eyes open and take a look, there are tens of thousands of angry people at the scene, if we dare to go into the crowd and read the arrest warrant, maybe they will be broken to pieces in the next moment!"

The Attorney General, who is highly experienced in dealing with mass incidents, is well aware of what the two journalists who are on the podium at this time talking about their tragic lives in black prison mean to the federal government and the president, but he knows better that if the anger of the people in the rally is provoked at this time, things will become even more out of control.

So he refused the other party's order without hesitation, and said with a gloomy sneer: "According to the Patriot Act, only you have the right to arrest prisoners, and in fact they escaped from you. ”

The meaning of this sentence is very clear, it is the hands and feet of the joint investigation department to arrest and stab the other party, and it is the mistake of the joint investigation department to let the other party escape and enter the assembly site, so it is naturally your duty to solve this matter.

The high-ranking official stared at him fiercely, and looked back at the Wood reporter who was speaking on the stage, and the fists hanging on the sides of the trench coat couldn't help but tremble slightly.

No one had the guts to order the soldiers of the small-eyed special operations unit to shoot at the tens of thousands of cheering people, so he could only watch and wait to be burned to ashes by the anger of the president and Chairman Lee.

"Repeal the Patriot Act!"

"March to the Supreme Court!"

"Long live the Charter!"

"Long live the seven groups!"

As night fell, snowflakes fell desperately in the darkest part of the day, and the temperature dropped a few degrees lower, but the atmosphere in front of the George Carlin Center for the Arts had become extremely frenetic, with excited crowds crowding around Bob and Reporter Wood, chanting slogans.

The silent march reached the final stage of the battle, and the good people who tried to repeal the Patriot Act welcomed two of their most authoritative and powerful comrades-in-arms, but the night had begun, and the march to the Supreme Court could only be a matter of tomorrow.

So the people who were full of fighting enthusiasm and optimism began to dance and sing in the open space in front of the art center, and they were ready to party all night, and no one wanted to leave to rest, because they knew that only with the bodies of tens of thousands of companions could they protect Bob and Wood in the middle.

A bright pillar of light suddenly illuminated the podium, and the crowd, who thought it was a searchlight of the Union military police, was in an uproar, and then quickly turned into even more fervent cheers.

Jian Shui'er, a long-lost national idol, appeared under the bright pillar of light, wearing a simple and simple blue cloth uniform, holding a microphone and waving to tens of thousands of people to greet with a smile.

The same battle requires different weapons, because the people who fight are always different at what they are good at.

Some people will shout at the dangerous enemy camp with guns and weapons, such as Group 7, some will frown and hold a pen and keep copying on paper, such as Bob and Wood, and some people will seem to sit silently and calmly in the command headquarters, but in fact, they will not hesitate to think about all the strategies, such as Tai Zhiyuan. More ordinary people choose to cast their ballots with their feet and express their attitudes with their bodies, such as the cheering crowd at the rally at this time.

Jian Shui'er is no longer an actress, but a singer, so she doesn't say too many enthusiastic words of encouragement, she doesn't play the goddess who summons the people to fight, she just sings a song with great seriousness.

The first line of the song is: "When we discover the truth of life, but still love it as we did yesterday, we are heroes." ”

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Outside the blackened crowd, under an inconspicuous cold-resistant redwood tree, Xu Le, who was wearing a windbreaker, raised the brim of his hat on his forehead slightly, and looked at the unforgettable beautiful face on the stage through the sea of thousands of people and smiled slightly.

Standing under the tree, he quietly listened to the woman's clear and charming singing, full of serene and resolute emotions, and felt indescribable in his heart, just like the first time he heard the song written for him last year.

As the singing faded away, Xu Le lowered the brim of his hat again, turned around in silence, and walked towards the quiet neighborhood that contrasted with the lively crowd.

After sending Bob and Wood to the source of the mansion, the seven teams were disbanded and evacuated on the spot, divided into three parts to carry out each other's tasks.

He believed that the thin guy who often coughed must have a way to keep Bob Wood safe, so he left with peace of mind.

The cold wind gradually rose in the quiet block, which was particularly biting, and now Xu Le naturally didn't have to worry about being frostbitten or cold by low temperature, he still subconsciously turned up his collar to block his neck, and then put his hands to his lips and took a sip of heat.

On both sides of the building there are bright and warm houses, in which there are the cheerful sounds of children playing, the whimpering of cats fighting, and the rooms with black lights, and I wonder where the owners of those rooms have gone, whether they are in the crowd in front of the George Carlin Art Center.

There is a nondescript convenience store around the corner in front of it, and the door is hung with a festive New Year's lamp, which has been hung for a while, covered with a thick layer of ash, which looks a little old, and the store is dimly lit.

Xu Le walked in, brushed past a burly man, took out change from his pocket, put it on the counter, and said, "I want a blue box Sanqi." ”

The man seemed to have bought all the goods he needed and turned to leave, his extremely tall and burly stature making him have to bow his head as he passed the old lamp.

The boss took the change, turned around and stepped on the small bench to start looking for cigarettes, Xu Le's eyes fell on the glass of the shelf, and he looked at the burly man who walked out of the door with a reflective light, and noticed that this person lowered his head for a moment, and the back of his neck showed hideous tattoo petals.

"Thank you. ”

Taking the cigarette, Xu Le lowered down and picked up a heavy black long box at his feet, his movements were extremely casual, as if he had brought it in by himself.

He walked out of the convenience store with a long black box and disappeared into the night of the capital d.C.

It's not a violin in a black box. It's not a flute.

It's a gun, a big gun.

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The tattooed petals on the back of the neck actually extend from the back to the border, and the branches and leaves stretch out and have deep blue marks, which are only part of the pattern of a large tattoo flower.

The burly man with such a terrifying blue and white tattoo on his body has an extremely delicate name: Zhang Xiaohua.

This underworld giant in Southern Science has the strength and dignity that cannot be underestimated, and a character like him, no matter what era or current situation he is in, can have his own exclusive country and style.

However, since he left prison and entered Bermuda, after meeting a peer named Lin Banshan, he was willing to become the other party's assistant and arm, silent and quiet, and only used strong violence when the other party needed it.

In the seventy-fifth year of the constitutional calendar, Lin Banshan returned to the federation from Bermuda with all the elites, and he wanted to confront the government with reckless force, and Zhang Xiaohua did not hesitate to follow.

He ran thousands of miles in a frozen fish cart, shot through the armored car outside Lin Yuan, and then handed over the gun to Xu Le tonight