Wind Rises in Dragon City

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At about seven o'clock on Friday night, a reception dinner was being held in the manor at No. 165, Central Avenue, Corney Township.

The manor covers a very large area, about the size of six football fields, and consists of four modern villas and a European-style castle nearly a hundred years old. Inside the manor, the mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the green willows are shady. It looks a bit like an ancient European noble garden.

In the old castle lobby, the reception dinner has already begun. Under the bright lights, well-dressed men and women are walking around and chatting with each other.

At a dining table covered with a white cloth sheet, Ruan Zhengtan was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, holding a glass of red wine, listening to the soothing music in the room.

After he defected with more than 20 senior officials from the old triangle, he first arrived in District 5, where he waited for several days, and finally took a plane to District 1 to seek political asylum.

In fact, political asylum is a very nice word. It sounds like I have been treated unfairly, so I was forced to choose a new employer to protect myself.

But in fact, this nature is betraying the "region" and the nation, because the premise of political asylum is that you have to be valuable, and you have to be able to bring some surprises to the new owner.

What's the surprise?

For example, Ruan Zhengtan, who has been a senior military official in the old triangle for many years, has a lot of valuable intelligence on his own side and China, and these things are surprises.

As for other types of senior officials, they either came with important information, or they controlled many important industries and personnel outside the old triangle, so they were received so warmly.

In the lobby.

A middle-aged fat man turned his head and glanced around, then bent down and sat next to Ruan Zhengtan, and said in his native dialect: "After walking around, a lot of people came from the Security Bureau of District 1, but the one with the highest rank is a rank of major general."

"Isn't that normal?" Ruan Zhengtan replied with a smile: "You show the biggest card in your pocket, and if you don't have it all, you will be the lieutenant general. Sigh, you will be treated accordingly if you show your value."

The fat man nodded slowly: "Where do you think we will be compiled in the end? What kind of treatment can we get?"

"It's hard to say." Ruan Zhengtan took a sip of red wine: "If we can set up a separate department for us, give us some financial subsidies, work for two terms, and not be shattered, this is the best result."

"Are you so pessimistic?" the fat man asked.

"Otherwise? We only have this few people and this few resources, and you still want someone to give you an army?" Ruan Zhengtan turned his head and glanced around: "To put it bluntly, we people are not very valuable. Because The first district has little interest in the old triangle, what they want is the things from the Chinese district... If you can instigate a big figure in the military intelligence department of the Chinese district, or knock down a key station, it will be different, and it will definitely Be reused!"

The fat man bared his teeth and asked, "Do you have an idea?"

"I've come here, I must be doing it to save my life." Ruan Zhengtan replied with a smile: "Our Supervision Department has a lot of cooperation with the Hua District, and I really know a lot of internal information, such as hiding in Washington and The military intelligence in New York City...I am going to find two clear threads and get the military medal."

"Count me in! My whole family is here, if I can't stand here, where else can I go?" The fat man immediately asked: "I can't go to South Africa to dig diamonds?!"

"Hehe, easy to talk, let's talk later." Ruan Zhengtan replied with a smile.

…

The main entrance of the manor.

Three black commercial off-road vehicles drove over and stopped outside the railing.

Inside the door, more than a dozen soldiers with live ammunition approached immediately, and automatically dispersed to stand in battle formation.

The car window was lowered, and a middle-aged Asian man raised his head and shouted in English: "That corporal, raise the railing, we want to go in."

The leading soldier leaned over, saluted and asked, "Please show me your ID, sir!"

The middle-aged handed over the ID impatiently: "Please hurry up!"

"I'm talking about everyone's ID," the soldier emphasized.

"Are you protecting a group of traitors with your precious life, corporal?" the middle-aged man asked with a teasing smile.

"Ha ha!"

A group of people in the car laughed, each took out their ID cards and handed them out of the car.

The soldier took his ID and checked everyone's photos one by one before returning to the duty room.

Inside the watchtower, the leading soldier opened the guest list, and began to compare the documents one by one according to the information and photos on it.

During the reception dinner, people from many departments came. The troops in charge of security had no way to verify their identities through the system, and could only use manual verification.

About five minutes later, the leading corporal walked out of the duty room, saluted and replied: "Sir, we don't have your information in our list."

"Perhaps you can call my unit and confirm our identities. Because you may not be aware that banquets of this size often have to add some guests temporarily. Please be smart, okay? Our Time is precious, Mr. Corporal." The middle-aged man replied sarcastically.

The corporal looked at the middle-aged man with disgust, then returned to the duty room patiently, and dialed the phone number of the upper-level organizer of the banquet. Because the documents the other party took belonged to the Regional Security Bureau, he must not be qualified to call there directly to verify the identities of these people. Even if they asked, they would not say anything.

About three minutes later, the soldiers verified the vehicle information, personnel information, and the number of people present, and then walked out of the duty room, returned the IDs to everyone, and saluted: "You can go in~www.wuxiaspot.com~Mr. Lieutenant Colonel! "

"You are very smart." The middle-aged man waved his hand and winked at the driver.

…

Five minutes later, in the parking lot.

The middle-aged man turned around, turned his head to look at Su Tiannan and said, "You're new here, I'll give you the easiest job, you go in last and take care of it."

Su Tiannan looked at him and replied: "Once the gun is fired, it will be very difficult for us to get out."

"Those who dare to come here don't think about going out first." The middle-aged man replied with a smile: "This is a war in a peaceful age. We use money to do things, so naturally we have to risk our lives!"

Su Tiannan was silent.

"Get out of the car!" The middle-aged man urged, and everyone got out of the car.

…

half an hour later.

Li Chenguang, the defector leader of the old triangle, stepped onto the podium amid cheers and applause.

Li Chenguang's face was rosy, and he waved his hands to signal to everyone. He said in English with a dignified tone: "Our heart is heavy at this moment, because we have left our hometown. But at the same time... our mood is also joyful, because we have come to a free country. Great district, everything here is full of...!"

"boom!"

A dull gunshot sounded from the ventilation duct on the second floor.

"puff!"

Li Chenguang's head was smashed by a shot, and his body was standing beside the brown podium, his hands were still holding the table boards on both sides of the microphone, but his head was gone, only his neck was still bleeding.

"Traitors must die!" A voice came from the ventilation duct: "Kill!"

"Shua!"

As soon as the voice fell, the lights in the hall went out instantly.

"Boom!"

Su Tiannan who was outside pushed the car door, got out of the car with a gun in his hand, and cursed with gloomy eyes: "Fuck! How dare you mess with my family!"