Because of the funeral of the military god, many things in the federation [zheηgfu] have been postponed, especially some activities that contradict the solemn atmosphere of the funeral, such as awards, celebrations and other activities have been postponed for a longer time.

The first troops attacking the empire have been rotating for more than a month, and for this reason, the ceremony of awarding and awarding medals has not been held until a genius.

The officers and men on the front line fought bravely and skillfully, and won great military exploits, so the number of people who were commended was particularly large, and the entire award ceremony was forced to be divided into two days. Yesterday, Mr. President Pabur, a ceremony was held for the troops of the First Military Region represented by the 17th Division, and the protagonist of today's ceremony is the turn of the troops of the Third Military Region, represented by the Iron 7th Division, and the most important person present today is Vice President Byron.

It must be admitted that Du Shaoqing and his Iron Seventh Division have made the greatest contribution in this offensive imperial strategy, so even if Mr. President is unable to attend in person due to important tasks, the specifications of the entire award feel even higher than yesterday.

The Capitol Hill in the corner of the charter has already gathered countless dignitaries, and in addition to the reporters entering the hall, the major federal television stations have arranged more dense cameras under the long stone steps, and they are responsible for transmitting the heroic and mighty images of the officers and men of the Iron Seventh Division and other units to the television light screen of every family.

Simon knew that today he would be awarded the Order of the Purple Letter of the Second Class, which was a very rare honor, but the focus of his concern was not here, what he was worried about was the relationship between himself and the division commander, and it seemed that he could never return to the way he was back then, although he was also extremely loyal to the division commander, but it was obvious that since he found out that he had received the task directly, the division commander's trust in him had long since he was in the past.

Standing in front of the urinal, looking down at the figure reflected on the white porcelain with an expressionless face, Simon couldn't help frowning, he knew many years ago that the price of the ultra-fine white porcelain vertical urinal in the toilet on Parliament Hill happened to be the same as the relief money received by the family of the unemployed miners in the Donglin mining area, and at that time, the young people made a fuss on the Internet for a long time, but it did not cause any response.

If it weren't for the opportunity to really come to the Parliament Hill bathroom today, in front of this standing urinal, Simon Jin himself might have forgotten this past, thinking of the innocent and impulsive blood of the past, thinking of the calm and prospect of today, he smiled slightly, and felt that the heat between his thighs was very comfortable.

At this moment, there was a shrill whistle behind him, and someone walked in.

The whistle was not loud, but it was extremely sharp, the melody was lively and jumping, and it was somewhat familiar, Ximen Jin's eyes and the bridge of his nose wrinkled at the same time, trying to tell what kind of song this was, obviously familiar, but there was no such light tune in his memory, and the division commander should not have played it.

The man in the back walked on the wet ground, lowered the bucket and mop heavily, then closed the door, began whistling again, and walked towards Simon's back.

In fact, when the whistle sounded for the first time, the muscles in Simon's perineum had begun to tighten vigilantly, and a certain indescribable sense of extreme danger made him quickly interrupt his excretion movements and prepare for the attack.

The man did not attack, but stood silently behind him.

With two clear snapping sounds, two long cleaning gloves were thrown at Simon's feet, and a little water stain splashed on the officer's shiny military boots, which immediately destroyed a certain solemn ceremonial beauty.

Listening to the whistle behind him, which gradually changed from sharp to low, Ximen Jin's pupils shrank, staring at his own figure in the white porcelain and the blurred shadow behind him, took a deep breath, pursed his lips, and pulled the zipper of his military pants with a brush, and then turned around silently.

Dressed in a brand-new military uniform, Colonel Ximenjin, a senior officer of the Seventh Iron Division, put his hands behind his back and looked indifferently, looking at the cleaning worker wearing a hat in front of him, looking at the clear and cold eyes on this person's mask, and asked, "Shi Qinghai?"

The cleaner slowly took off the mask, curled his lilac lips, and smiled and asked, "Colonel Simon?"

"You should be dead. Simon was silent for a moment, and then suddenly spoke.

Shi Qinghai put on the big white cotton mask again, and his voice came out from under the mask: "I'm lucky." ”

Simon's sharp gaze fell on his mask and said, "We have studied you, and you are an overconfident person, so it is not too difficult to deal with. ”

"Self-confidence, of course, is a reason to be confident. Shi Qinghai rubbed his nose with his slightly wet left hand and said, "That's why I can stand in front of you now." ”

"Is the wine delicious? I rarely drink such expensive wine, I heard that you like it, so I prepared some ...... for you" Ximen Jin suddenly laughed, and said calmly: "You should know that the seasoning in the wine is much more expensive than the dozen bottles of wine combined." ”

"It tastes good, it's a pity, I thought you were also a good drinker, and I praised your taste at the time. Shi Qinghai said: "Now that I think about it, I made a mistake, a person who is really greedy for a cup cannot live as trivial and cowardly as you." ”

Simon Jin put his hands behind his back, looked at him sympathetically, and said: "Since you have already drunk, then sooner or later you will die, unless you go for a bone marrow transplant immediately, but you may become a vegetative person again, as the best student in the first academy, the greatest spy in Qinglong Mountain, you should be very aware of this kind of consequences, in this case, I suggest that you should go to the hospital immediately, instead of standing here and chatting with me." ”

"Verbal humiliation doesn't mean anything to people like us. ”

"You're wrong. I'm not making small talk to you, I'm humiliating you, intimidating you, and making you feel scared because I love doing things like that. ”

Shi Qinghai lightly shook his hand [Jiong], smiled at Ximen Jin's eyebrows, and said: "And you must be clear, we have never been the same kind of people, especially now, I have a gun in my hand, and you don't have it, so you can only accept my humiliation." ”

Relying on the three-layer core [pian] scan and the full-body scan, no one had ever been able to bring a weapon into the halls of Parliament Hill, but today, Shi Qinghai clearly broke this precept, because of the purple lips he can sometimes emit blue light.

Ximen Jin, who was aimed at the muzzle of the black hole, couldn't help twitching lightly like an itch, frowned and said in a deep voice: "You can directly pull the trigger." ”

"Why did you do this?" Shi Qinghai suddenly asked with a venomous frown.

"For the sake of the Commonwealth, for the sake of fairness, you people have no idea what a great cause we are doing. Simon Jin tilted his head slightly, and his upturned jaw showed a very hard pride and a faint mockery: "How can you people stop the tide of history alone?"

Shi Qinghai shrugged: "I have been investigating the case of the Linhai Prefecture Gymnasium for five years, and now I have finally caught you, you must admit this fact." ”

"What am I?" Ximen Jin suddenly smiled nervously, looked at the big mask on Shi Qinghai's face as if he was looking at something ridiculous, and asked, "Do you and Xu Le know who our enemies are?"

Shi Qinghai raised his hand [Jiong] aimed at his eyebrows, and asked calmly: "Yes, I really want to know who the councilor behind you is, at first I thought it was Byron, but I found that I miscalculated the timeline by two months, so the councillor you served is someone else, and I want to know, how deeply involved Du Shaoqing is in this matter?"

Ximen Jin seemed to be able to guess that the bullet would enter his brain in the next moment, and his breathing became rapid, [Pian] frowned extremely after the moment, and said coldly: "Shoot, maybe in the future underground, I can convince you why our path is right, why do we want to attack those families, this federation ......"

Before he could finish his impassioned words, a dull crisp sound echoed in the bathroom, and the sound of the muffler's hand [Jiong] bullet spraying was not loud, but the crisp sound of the steel spring was so pleasant.

Ximen Jin covered his bloody abdomen, staggered against the wall, and looked at the light smoke coming out of the barrel of the gun in Shi Qinghai's hand in disbelief, as if he didn't expect the other party to shoot so suddenly, and the electronic army thorn that he was holding with both hands behind him also fell miserably to the ground.

"I feel like I'm going to die, so I want to make a speech to strengthen my fear of death? Or are you trying to convince me with these words?"

Shi Qinghai was condescending, looking at Ximen Jin like a clown, rubbing the slightly itchy nosebleed skin under the mask with the barrel of the gun, and said mockingly: "Don't you see that I'm just kidding you?

Simon Jin's face was pale, covering his blood-dripping abdomen, sweat beads were dripping from his forehead in pain, he slid down the wall weakly, sat down in the fine porcelain standing urinal, his legs spread out weakly, he breathed rapidly, and said with a miserable smile: "How can you people understand......"

"I don't need to understand your greatness, glory, rightness. ”

Shi Qinghai dealt with the muffler expressionlessly, didn't even look at him, and said: "Everyone has their own greatness, glory, and rightness, and those of yours are shameless and despicable to me. ”

He lifted his right foot, stepped on Ximenjin's lower abdomen, crushed the wound through that hand, took out a small ball of wire rolled up from his backpack, and began to pump non-stop.

Simon Jin's face turned pale from pain because of this action, and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"In the past, when I took a political class at Qinglong Mountain, I said that justice must not only be done, but also seen in order to be convincing. ”

Shi Qinghai lowered his head and passed the wire through the officer's throat, then went around his back to make a few very complicated rope knots, and installed a few composite pulley sets, and then explained: "The signature is Beachcomer, and later I checked and checked, and I didn't find out who this person named Beachcomer was, so I suspect that this is a famous sentence forged by the four branches of Qinglong Mountain." ”

"But I'm going to do it today. ”

Tie the extremely tough metal wire end to the metal switch of the urinal, Shi Qinghai checked it with satisfaction, and then turned his head to look at Ximen Jin, who was breathing more and more rapidly, and said: "This matter is related to justice, because it has something to do with the dead in the Linhai Prefecture Gymnasium, the dead at the concert, and my lovely fat teacher, these innocent people." ”

Ximen Jin smiled miserably: "Jian Shui'er's concert has nothing to do with me. ”

"Oh, I'm sorry, I wronged you. Shi Qinghai apologized slightly exaggeratedly, and then said in a deep voice: "Isn't this what you are best at?"

"I'm going to let your punishment be seen, and I'm going to have a lot of things to deal with later, like your teacher, the gentleman who is about the same fat as my teacher, so you can't die too quickly, or the people in the Charter Bureau will react. ”

Shi Qinghai continued to work hard to twist the wire, sweat gradually seeped out of his back, he gasped and said, "Ralph Snow Mountain slipknot, isn't it very professional?"

Simon was almost speechless in pain, but he still nodded vigorously.

Shi Qinghai picked up the military thorn from the wet ground, scraped it twice on Ximen Jin's abdomen, and then slowly stabbed it in, Jinli's metal and tense muscles rubbed against each other to make a strange sound, and blood slowly seeped out from the edge.

"That shot went through the small intestine and destroyed your column nerve bundle, and this stab just went into the spleen, and at 0.3 centimeters in the table, at the rate of bloodletting, you will immediately be unconscious, and then you will die in half an hour, and the Charter Bureau will receive the news that your core [pian] has failed. ”

Shi Qinghai frowned and slowly pulled out the military thorn, and gave a final technical explanation to Ximen Jin, who was about to faint due to the pain under him: "Do you think I'm very professional?"

The general thorn was thrown into the compartment next to him, Shi Qinghai took off his mask, wiped off the newly bleeding blood clot in his nostrils, gasped for breath, leaned against Ximen Rough on the urinal, lit a cigarette, and inhaled two puffs vigorously.

"There is another important reason for this matter that has nothing to do with justice. ”

He looked at the row of porcelain white urinals across the room, took a cigarette in his mouth and said: "You are a very professional guy, I am also a professional, since I have been working for so many years, in the end, I must fight for a victory very professionally." Man, isn't this what you've been fighting for all your life?"

Shi Qinghai took off the cigarette in his mouth, stuffed it into Ximen Jin's mouth, and patted his face.

Simon's white lips trembled rapidly, and he took two quick quick puffs greedily.

"In fact, if you really believe in the things you insist on, you don't need to say it to convince yourself when you are dying just now. ”

Shi Qinghai took out the red wig from his clothes, put it on Ximen Jin's head with some difficulty, then took out his mobile phone and aimed at him, and said seriously: "Laugh one." ”

The cigarette fell on his clothes, and then fell in a pool of blood, and was extinguished in an instant, Ximen Jin finally fainted, tied up with tinsel flowers, slowly oozing blood from the two wounds on his abdomen, spitting blood blisters between his white lips, and sitting on the urinal in limp and shame, sitting on his own urine.

"That's what I promised that guy back then. Shi Qinghai looked at the comatose enemy and shrugged with regret.

After thinking for a while, he squatted next to the urinal, put his face next to Ximen Jin's face, held up his cheap mobile phone and took a selfie [pian], and then sent it to Xu Le, who was far away in Xilin, with a text message.

Simon Jin in [pian] has white lips, vomiting blood blisters in a coma, and the red and inferior wig looks like an evil clown.

The face of Shi Gongzi next to him was extremely happy, although he had a pair of lilac bewitching lips, but it was so beautiful, but there was a kind of innocent beauty of a cruel child.