Chapter 1 A Different Feeling?

Two days later, in a military town called Slanka, within the rebel-occupied area east of Sinaloa, a luxury off-road vehicle was speeding along.

Inside the vehicle's cockpit, a handsome young man wearing sunglasses and a military green training uniform was fiercely pressing the accelerator. He turned to the woman beside him and said, "So, leaving the hustle and bustle of the city and coming here, don't you feel something different?!"

"Different my ass." The woman’s hair was tousled by the wind as she played with her phone, replying, "I've been here for three days, and you've fucked me six times! You're the one who should feel something different!"

"Squeak!"

The off-road vehicle suddenly stopped. The young man looked at her excitedly. "Look... you always tease me with your words, making me unable to bear it. Come on... let's get close to nature!"

"Are you sick! This is a military zone. There might be satellites and reconnaissance planes in the sky. Can you have some shame?" The woman pushed against his chest.

"Fear my ass. If we're photographed, it'll be art!" The young man prepared to take action.

Just as the two were about to get close to nature, a phone rang out.

"Hello?!"

The young man answered the phone impatiently. "Oh, Minister Kang, what's up? Something to talk about? Can't it wait a bit? Okay, okay, I understand. You guys wait for me."

Ending the call, the woman smiled and said, "You're done for, aren't you? Giving you a chance, and you can't even make use of it!"

"You wait for tonight." The young man started the car again and headed towards the town.

This handsome young man, around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, was named Zhang Yu. He was the second son of Zhang Zhengchen, the president of Huihong Pharmaceuticals, and had recently been transferred to Slanka because of the family business.

Unlike Miao Ziwei, who was older than him, Zhang Yu had a high level of education and some ability in certain areas, but he had a perverse personality and was very conceited, especially when it came to his extremely undisciplined private life.

...

About half an hour later, Zhang Yu arrived at the Qing Yi Bureau compound with his female companion.

"She can't go in." The Qing Yi Bureau guard at the entrance of the hall raised his hand to stop Zhang Dashao.

"Are you sick? She's my wife. Get out of the way!" Zhang Yu took off his sunglasses and replied.

The guard completely ignored him, still blocking the way.

"I told you to get out of the way!" Zhang Yu repeated.

"She can't come in!" Kang Dinghuang shouted from inside the hall.

Hearing this, Zhang Yu showed an impatient expression and turned to look at the woman, saying, "Alright, alright, you go back and wait for me first. I'll call you later."

"...Nothing to be smug about." The woman muttered and turned to leave the Qing Yi Bureau compound.

Zhang Yu stepped into the main building's hall, waving to Miao Ziwei, Kang Dinghuang, and the others, shouting, "Minister Kang, President Miao!"

Kang Dinghuang had been working in Sinaloa for several months, and he looked much thinner. His skin had also become darker, but his spirit had not weakened. He still walked with a gust of wind, and his eyes were still as bright as stars.

"What's the rush?" Zhang Yu bent down and sat down.

Kang Dinghuang glanced at him with displeasure, patiently saying, "The goods are coming soon. You need to pay for the expenses on the road."

Hearing this, Zhang Yu also cursed unhappily, "Damn! Do we have to pay for this money? The upper levels of District One want to buy off the rebels, and we have to spend money to provide them with military equipment. The main funds have already been given. Can't they even solve the shipping costs themselves? They're really using us as fools."

Kang Dinghuang was extremely disgusted by this kind of statement. What was a political merchant? It was a business group that relied on political power to earn huge profits. They themselves had already benefited too much from the policy dividends, so when the higher-ups needed some money at a critical moment, you still had to complain. Wasn't that being ignorant?

"This is the decision from above. Prepare the money," Kang Dinghuang said without question.

Zhang Yu turned to look at Miao Ziwei.

"What are you looking at me for? We have to pay too!" Miao Ziwei crossed his legs. "The Dragon City is Commander Tan's territory. If the goods pass through his hands, how could he not skim off the top?"

"Alright, how much money?" Zhang Yu asked.

"Five million per family," Miao Ziwei replied. "We'll deliver it ourselves. Don't make things too obvious."

"Damn, what's the difference between these people and stinky beggars!" Zhang Yu was even more unhappy. He despised these warlords who relied on their military power from the bottom of his heart.

In the past two years, as the military and political situation in the Old Mexico region became increasingly complex, the distribution of power in Dragon City had also begun to become distorted and corrupt.

Take Tan Hengqiang, for example. Although he was the commander of the Dragon City garrison, at the end of the day, he was just a general leading troops and guarding one side.

But recently, his military and political status had been rising at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Why?

Because the border was no longer safe, and war could break out at any time. In addition, District One was secretly colluding with the rebels, and the exchange in between relied on the channel of Dragon City, so it was difficult for Tan Hengqiang not to take off.

Was the commander in peacetime the same as the commander in a time of military tension?

The rise in the status of the Dragon City garrison led to the expansion of the hearts and the rise in status of many generals under Tan Hengqiang.

This was why Kang Dinghuang had to prepare red envelopes for these people. The goods passed through their hands. How long would it take to arrive? Would there be any small deductions in between? Could it be delivered on time? Actually, they had the final say.

In order to avoid "accidents," they could only spend money to avoid disaster.

After Kang Dinghuang finished talking about the money, he instructed Zhang Yu again, "When the goods come in, take some to the Xue family. I have a use for this family later. Besides that, there are two more things."

"What?"

"First, you can't bring outsiders to the workplace anymore, or don't blame me for not giving you face! Second, this is a war zone, not a vegetable market. You can't always leave the country alone. If something happens, I can't save you." Kang Dinghuang frowned slightly. "That's all I have to say. It's up to you whether you listen or not!"

Zhang Yu smiled, stood up, and responded with an extremely non-standard military salute, "Yes, Minister Kang!"

...

In Tan Hengqiang's private garden in The Dragon City Rises.

An Zecheng and Lao Tan were sitting under a parasol, fishing.

A staff officer came over and shouted from the shore, "Commander, I have important news to report!"

"Speak. General An is not an outsider," Tan Hengqiang said from the narrow fishing platform, his back to him.

The staff officer opened the file and read in a low voice, "The goods will arrive in The Dragon City Rises at 6:00 PM tonight."

"Okay, I understand," Tan Hengqiang replied.

The staff officer left, and Tan Hengqiang turned to look at An Zecheng, cursing, "Lao An, do you think the higher-ups are biased! The situation outside the area is so tense, I haven't even received 300 million in military equipment, but they gave it to the rebels first. What's the matter with that?!"

"Hehe, you feel unbalanced? What's wrong, you nod your head, and I'll fire a cannon at it, letting the military equipment ascend to heaven." An Zecheng replied with a smile.

The two looked at each other.