Outside the Task Force Office.

Lu Xiuli arrived first, and about five minutes later, Guo Pengqiang also arrived.

After the two tacitly greeted each other, they never spoke again.

The atmosphere was suddenly a little delicate.

From the meeting to the present, Lu Xiuli always has a polite and detached smile on his face.

This kind of smiling appearance made him look inexplicably annoyed.

There was a feeling that he was being slighted, but he couldn't make a big fuss about it.

It's as cunning as ever......

But after thinking about it, how could the old fox raise a little white rabbit under his hands.

Xu was waiting too long, or Guo Pengqiang, as the head of the investigation department, had never waited for others, and after pacing in place for a few laps, he began to chat with Lu Xiuli, who kept an appropriate distance from him at all times.

"It's going to change." He looked out the window on the clear sky and hinted meaningfully.

Lu Xiuli didn't answer, just thoughtfully followed his gaze and looked out the window.

The smile still hung on his face.

Guo Pengcheng retracted his gaze and looked at the other party carefully, trying to see any leaking emotions from his face.

It's a pity that he didn't see anything.

On the contrary, there was no smile in those eyes, which made people look inexplicably cold.

Lu Xiuli noticed the other party's gaze falling on him, and retracted his gaze lightly: "Minister Guo really likes to joke. ”

The rest, he didn't say.

Guo Pengqiang didn't ask.

But both of them knew each other's voices in their hearts.

It's a clear sky, but how can it suddenly change the sky?

At present, under the competition of various forces within the federation, there is indeed a situation of increasing division, but until the last moment, no one can say who will die.

How can you be sure that this sky will suddenly change?

Guo Pengqiang did not feel unhappy because of the needle hidden in his words, but seemed to be aroused, and patiently suppressed the other party's arrogance a little bit: "Minister Zhao's term of office is coming soon, right?" ”

He looked at the coldness that was about to overflow from Lu Xiuli's eyes, and his heart suddenly became happy.

"So what?" Lu Xiuli responded without being salty.

Guo Pengqiang did not answer immediately, but turned around and pulled a chair and sat down, and then slowly smoked a cigarette.

After igniting it, he didn't suck it, but just held it between his hands and looked at it with a smile.

He didn't answer the question that Lu Xiuli threw back, as if he was deliberately embarrassing the other party.

In the past, Guo Pengqiang's interrogation methods were rumored within the federation.

He is the best at psychological warfare, and he disdains to use the method of bending into a move.

In his words, physical damage is far less enjoyable than breaking down the enemy's psychological defenses a little bit.

Guo Pengqiang sits, Lu Xiuli stands.

The strength of the momentum between the two has widened the gap little by little from this subtle change.

The lit cigarette is an obscure metaphor for Lu Xiuli:

He is like this hand that can't get rid of the control, and can only watch himself be burned out little by little.

Guo Pengcheng is telling him that even if you are a person next to Zhao Changzhong, under the change of the system, you must succumb to the suppression of identity.

Finally, when Lu Xiuli was about to lose his patience, he turned his attention to the tightly closed office door.

Guo Pengqiang's voice came from the smoke for a long time: "As far as I know, there are no more people from the ancient school in the Federation, and Zhao Changzhong, as the descendant of the ancient school, has indeed brought glory to the Federation, but the glory will eventually dim with the passage of time." ”

"It's like now, when the term of office is approaching, but we have to face a situation where there is no successor." He slowly took a puff of his cigarette and spit it in front of Lu Xiuli, "Tsk." ”

"The ancient school will never die." Lu Xiuli said, "They just temporarily withdrew from the stage of history, not dead." ”

Ancient studies is a traditional school that has been handed down to this day, and Zhao Changzhong, as the successor of the ancient school, once again awakened the public's attention to ancient studies with his outstanding military exploits.

For a long time, the Paleo School played an important leading role in society, helping to strengthen the foundations of the Commonwealth.

A large part of the reason why Zhao Changzhong was able to sit in the position of Minister of National Security was everyone's choice.

At that time, if the Federation wanted to gain a foothold, it had to rely on his influence in the hearts of the public.

And Zhao Changzhong didn't want the ancient studies that have been handed down to this day to be completely submerged in his own generation, so he took on this responsibility and conscientiously guarded the entire country.

Once, because of certain needs, people of the ancient school were brought into the interior of the federation in large numbers.

This matter is actually a hidden danger planted for him by the intertwined forces.

Later, Zhao Changzhong took into account the restraint of various forces and did not let the ancient studies be polluted, and resolutely expelled the ancient scholars who served in the federation.

At that time, many people could not understand his self-destructive approach.

But Lu Xiuli knew that even if Zhao Changzhong didn't do it at that time, under the pressure of many forces in the future, those people of the ancient school would be expelled.

And even in a more tragic way.

The birds are all gone, and the good bow is hidden.

The cunning rabbit dies, and the lackeys cook.

The principles of the past and the present are always applicable at any time.

Guo Pengcheng saw the anger on Lu Xiuli's face, the other party's pain points were displayed in front of his eyes, and the unprecedented smoothness made him continue to stab and suppress again and again: "After Secretary Lu's reminder, I remembered a person, Zhao Zhiru from the abnormal project group, she is the granddaughter of Minister Zhao, and the only one who can stay until now." ”

"Everyone knows that the anomalous project team is a thankless place to be, and often needs to be present at the scene of an accident. But even in the face of this situation, Minister Zhao still resolutely sent her to the front line.

This reminds me of Minister Zhao many years ago, who also relied on his mortal body to turn the tide. ”

"There is a saying that veterans do not die, and the torch is passed down from generation to generation." It was obviously a word of praise, but when it came to Guo Pengqiang's mouth, there was obvious mockery.

It's like saying that Zhao Changzhong is an old fool.

The same beginning, the same process, and even the same foreseeable ending.

I've already experienced it myself.

Now that the same dilemma has happened to Zhao Zhiru, why is he still not smart?

Even if Guo Pengqiang didn't look at Lu Xiuli opposite, he knew that his complexion was definitely not good.

Under this kind of double crit, whoever listens to it will not feel comfortable.

But he didn't feel that kind of unpleasantness, and even very leisurely.

"If Minister Zhao just wants Zhao Zhiru to accumulate some qualifications, it will be convenient to climb up in the future. Not to mention that it was too late to push her into the game, after he took office, could Zhao Zhiru still gain a firm foothold in the federation without asylum? He hooked his lips and pretended to be kind and reminded, "If Minister Zhao really thinks about her, it is better to let her leave with dignity as soon as possible." ”

"Just like back then." This last sentence is like a warning, and it is like the last pity among colleagues.

Just like Zhao Changzhong did back then, he cut off his wings with his own hands.

Isn't he the best at doing this kind of thing?

Lu Xiuli saw full of malice in his eyes.