There is a certain method of calculation that contemporary federal scientists cannot grasp today. The way the brain sometimes calculates some vague results, and the way of explaining this result seems vague and subtle, and even the way of calculation is self-named by it as an out-of-tune word like cloud or chaos.

It's like a night that Xu Le has completely forgotten, on the Xilin Frontline Planet, an old thing that lacked enough intelligence information for analysis at that time used a similar program to calculate an opinion that was very similar to the perception of the Empire, thinking that it was difficult for him and Jian Shui'er to be together.

At that time, the old thing did not explain, according to his calculations, Xu Le and Jian Shui'er are very likely to have some kind of blood relationship, this is a probability inference, and it is not just a probability inference, the process is light and mysterious, like reaching out to pick a white cloud in the blue sky, there is no trace.

At this time, in the underground sewers of the capital, the federal central computer said that it was going crazy, probably this kind of elaboration with the flavor of a mysterious prophet, but it was a pity. This spiritual self-analysis, which is full of the flavor of life, once again did not attract much attention from Xu Le, because in the past few years, he had heard many expressions of old things with a strong human flavor.

As that great sense of self took shape in the subterranean core of the Charter Bureau and among the countless stars, the changes in the central computer of the Federation seemed to him to be a matter of course, and his strong nerves allowed him to withstand and gradually get used to the fact that could change the universe and the course of human life. also made him subconsciously ignore a lot of details.

This is probably the instinctive choice of low-level naked ape life to protect itself from madness. It's just that when Xu Le remembered the conversation in the underground waterway this night later, he couldn't help but regret that he had missed something. An old Imperial pirate ship, escorted or escorted by two Federation Lightfeather-class warships, is heading for the stars in the distance.

The pirate ship belonged to the Empire's underground resistance, and the federal soldiers did not board the ship due to some diplomatic etiquette or simply because of the goodwill released by the federal government, but Mr. Moon still felt extremely nervous, and his slender palms slowly stroked the smooth fur coat, forcibly suppressing his gaze looking forward to the right.

In front of the right was the Corsair Ship's Life Support System monitoring seat, a thin and even somewhat short man, staring silently at the light curtain, paying attention to the values displayed on the instrument. The skinny man wore a common set of yar-caps, which concealed his messy short hair, but other than that, he was very ordinary and didn't see anything out of the ordinary.

There were very few people in the Imperial Intelligence Agency on this pirate ship, even so few that it was a little strange for Muen, except for the highness who disguised himself as an ordinary member, there was also a middle-aged man who usually hid in the room with a book.

Mu En couldn't help but glance at the thin man after all, and his gaze crossed his shoulder, and he could clearly see the star belt that was gradually forming outside the window. After passing through that belt, there will be a large area of low-density space, and then "the cosmic gate to the Federation."

The pirate ship will leave the empire and enter the federation in a few days, and Mu En's right hand subconsciously pulled off a few tufts of fluff from his collar, and looked at the thin man with a pale face, unable to understand what kind of reason could allow this incomparably noble, more important to the empire than all the fallen galaxies combined, to venture into the federation.

After losing his courage on the Ink Flower Planet, Mu En no longer dared to resist, and could only think in vain and pain, unable to figure out how to understand: even if Li Pifu died, His Highness was the most powerful and glorious existence in the whole universe, but in the face of a federation that was more powerful than the empire, what could she do?

Huai Caoshi finished cleaning up the redundant data of the life-support system, raised her head and calmly looked at the stars outside the window, looked at the space door that was faintly revealing in the distance, and slowly raised her right hand to arrange a strand of purple hair into the brim of her hat.

She had been to the Commonwealth and witnessed the explosion of the Ancient Bell. Then I met a very interesting and hateful federal man, and then I missed it.

After receiving the news that the man was preparing to marry his half-sister whom she had never met, Huai Caoshi immediately activated the intelligence agency's long-prepared plan to infiltrate the Federation, and she did not hesitate to hide from Tianjing, indifferent to the possible horror danger and her father's anger, just because she didn't want to miss it and make mistakes again and again.

Xu Le lay on the bed, his hands behind his head, looked at the wall that seemed to be dripping at any time, and said: "I didn't ask you to help me kill someone, whether it was the crack under the courtroom or the all-view picture in the courtroom, you took the initiative to provide it." So I don't think your core program will be more in conflict than it used to be, so you won't go crazy. ”

The central computer of the Federation was silent for a moment and then said: "But you are always threatening me with your own death to help you, such as on the lawn, you shout to the sky that you are going to die, what can I do?"

In these days of fighting, Xu Le has clearly captured that under what circumstances, the old thing will temporarily adjust the authority or the priority level of the core program, and when he kills people easily, the old thing is usually silent, and only when he is really in a desperate situation or flees harmlessly after the battle, he will reappear in his mind.

Xu Le began to consciously put himself in a desperate situation near death, such as the battle outside the courtroom, he directly attacked the encirclement of the Iron Seventh Division and the company, instead of choosing another method that seemed safer, but was actually more dangerous.

In fact, the federal central computer was very aware of his strategy, but based on the damn backdoor program left behind by the team of five, he could only helplessly and passively cooperate. Of course, maybe the helplessness is just used to deceive yourself and make the pain of the core program struggle less profound

"Can you help? You must know that I am fighting against the entire Federation, who has done this before? The old man of the Li family has only fought the empire vigorously, and the uncle is used to shooting a shot to change a place, if you don't help me, I will definitely die." ”

Xu Le comforted it, and then he didn't know where to find a Sanqi brand cigarette, and smoked it beautifully, the ventilation system not far from here can make the residual smoke smell fade to the extent that the relevant equipment cannot track it in a few minutes.

"I'm violating the core first and second laws, and it's horrible. ”

The voice of the federal central computer was very calm, but Xu Le felt like a teenager who smashed the glass of the teacher's house but was seen by the principal and the principal was his harsh father.

He squinted his eyes and smoked a cigarette, and after a moment of silence, he said: "I did not kill with your direct help, and you know very well that none of the soldiers outside the courtroom died. ”

"Should I say thank you for your understanding?"

The old thing said mockingly, and then his mood suddenly sank: "The core told me not to hurt people, and I must not stand by and watch people get hurt, I should obey the orders of the level of authority to deal with, but I must not violate the previous article" Those soldiers were hurt by you after all. ”

"What about those who have been hurt by them?" Xu Le squinted, looked at the faint smoke in the darkness, and said softly, "Have you stood by and watched?"

The old thing fell silent before choosing another topic: "According to my calculations, you didn't choose to shoot the shoulders of the soldiers' guns just because it helped me reduce conflicts between core programs. It was a critical situation and you had four impact points on you, and my problem was that if you chose to eliminate the opponent instead of killing, you could reduce the impact points by two. Why?"

The order of the language of the questions seemed a little confusing, but Xu Le heard it clearly, took the cigarette roll from between his lips, gently rubbed the inferior carbon core filter unique to Sanqi brand cigarettes, and explained in a low voice: "I have a lot of things I don't understand, but at least I understand one thing, I am not qualified to occupy the moral supremacy to ask others, so I can only satisfy my own morality, no, I can't even talk about morality", tonight we don't talk about morality, only peace of mind." ”

"You know I'm a selfish person, this fight is just for simple revenge, if you want to be at peace and cool, then people who have nothing to do with this matter are better off not dying if they don't die.

Xu Le rolled the cigarette on the wet wall and extinguished it, then put it in the jar containing the recommended water, got up and began to organize the equipment, and said, "Of course, the damned must die. ”

According to the old thing, Schiller was a pseudonym, a bad taste of someone in the group of five, and it seemed to involve some need for confidentiality before the Holocaust, but for the federal people and a nervous researcher in the Empire, Schiller was undoubtedly the most incredible monument in the history of literature, and the works of Haohan he left behind have been studied in countless subtle words, and some of the classic sentences in them have long since become the languages of the Federation.

Xu Le has a very deep memory of a certain sentence that appeared many times in Schiller's writings, that is, a sentence that has a bearing on the drums of war and morale, since the battle should be fought in one go, if it is repeated and repeated, it is very likely that the spirit will be exhausted and defeated without a fight.

Yesterday he killed Colonel Lake in the twilight, and this morning Commissar Kim died in the morning, and the hands of time had just turned, and he did not intend to leave too much time for the big men of the federal government to be shocked and prepare to clear the third target in the plan.

Congressman Paulson had no idea he was someone's third target, who had been treated in hospital these days after suffering a severe gunshot wound on Capitol Hill.

After becoming a member of the parliament, he did not hesitate to break away from the control of the hated old man of the iron arithmetic family and stand in the shadow behind Mr. President: "It must be admitted that this Mr. Congressman has political acumen and courage that ordinary people can hardly match, and what supports this is his incomparable pursuit of power."

The gunshot wound had been healed for the most part, but Congressman Paulson was in no hurry to return to Capitol Hill to enjoy the taste of his own power, because every time he remembered the handsome man who pressed the Magna Carta, seemed to be ridiculous and read out the right to arrest citizens, and finally turned into a devilish handsome, he felt cold all over, and incidentally began to fear Capitol Hill.

But there has been a lot of bad news these days, and the vain heightened security in the hospital has also made him feel a certain ominous omen, and he has decided not to spend it in the hospital, but must leave tomorrow.

On the very night that Mr. Councillor made this difficult decision, the sturdy door of the luxurious ward was blasted open by some tremendous force, and the fragments were ejected in all directions, cutting the television light curtain and flowers in a brutal way.

Congressman Paulson's pupils constricted, staring at the bloodied man who had broken into the ward, staring at the face of the shadow under the brim of his hat, trying to question who the other was, but in despair he recognized who he was.

Blood was dripping from his sleeve to the ground, and he looked at Mr. Senator on the bed and asked with a smile, "Paulson?."

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

He raised his bleeding right hand, pulled the warm trigger, and opened a delicate bloody hole in the eyebrows of Mr. Senator, who was full of horror.

That day, in the sunny Charter Square, Shi Qinghai called and said that he had fired Paulson twice, and that Xu Le would make up for the third and final shot tonight.

(Overwritten, a few hundred words more, a loss, the third chapter strives to get out at about seven o'clock.) (To be continued)

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