Chapter 1 The Dragon City Undercurrents

Near Hantang Street, inside a dilapidated building.

At this moment, soldiers from the Chinese Armed Forces Guard Brigade and the First Army Corps Garrison Brigade had deployed around the entire building, tightly protecting the foreign minister of the First District Military Political Council.

The foreign minister himself was standing inside a room, changing into a common soldier's uniform and body armor with the help of several soldiers. Lü Zhen stood beside him, holding a phone and constantly communicating with others.

"Damn it, are you sure you want a sixty-year-old man to wear dozens of kilograms of equipment? Are you trying to murder me?" The blond-haired, blue-eyed foreign minister was covered in sweat, suppressing his inner panic with anger.

"Mr. Foreign Minister, we're not sure how many snipers are outside. If you're so resistant, you can go out in your general's uniform. I don't mind."

"...Damn it!"

Just then, Kong ZhengHui hurried to the building entrance.

"Sir, you can't go in!"

The soldier at the door stopped him. One of the white soldiers reminded Kong ZhengHui firmly in English.

Kong ZhengHui took out his credentials and said anxiously, "I'm Kong ZhengHui from the Wei An Council. I've already communicated with Secretary-General Lü. Let me in quickly."

"No, no one is allowed to enter this building now." The white soldier said, pushing the safety of his automatic rifle, "Please return to your position immediately."

"Whirr!"

The other soldiers around also raised their guns and pulled back the bolts.

Kong ZhengHui frowned and could only stand outside the door, shouting, "Secretary-General Lü, Secretary-General Lü! It's me, Kong ZhengHui!"

The shout echoed on the first floor of the building. Lü Zhen, who was in the room, hung up the phone after hearing it and waved to the people next to him, "Let him in."

"Let him through." The officer next to him picked up the communicator and ordered outside.

At the door, the soldiers put down their guns and turned to make way. Escorted by two guard soldiers, Kong ZhengHui walked in, looking a little embarrassed.

He walked to the front of the room and instinctively glanced inside, seeing the foreign minister standing inside, changing clothes. At the same time, there were also some officers next to him, who were holding communicators and constantly contacting the headquarters of the First Army Corps.

Lü Zhen stepped out, glanced at Kong ZhengHui, and casually closed the door, frowning and asking, "What is it? What do you need?"

Kong ZhengHui paused for a moment and said with great certainty, "Secretary-General Lü, I know who planned this assassination."

Hearing this, Lü Zhen was slightly stunned, then asked, "Who is it? How do you know?"

"It's like this..."

Kong ZhengHui explained his guess to Lü Zhen in a very definite manner. After hearing this, the latter frowned and his expression was complicated.

Seeing his expression, Kong ZhengHui immediately said, "Think about it, as soon as the gunshots rang, Commander Wang died, and then the sound of cannons all over Dragon City followed. Obviously, this was premeditated, and the purpose was to destroy the internal unity of the Chinese Armed Forces and cause a series of chain reactions. Secretary-General Lü, it's so chaotic outside now, with gunfire everywhere. There must be someone in our midst trying to take advantage of the chaos to attack the foreign minister. We don't know who the ghost is, and evacuating normally now is very dangerous. You can't possibly use two armies to protect the foreign minister, right?"

Lü Zhen lowered his head and pondered for a long time, feeling that what Kong ZhengHui said made sense. It was precisely because the current situation was so chaotic that the foreign minister was changing clothes in the room, wanting to mix in with the troops and evacuate quietly.

Thinking of this, he raised his head and asked, "What do you have in mind?"

"We can do this..." Kong ZhengHui immediately lowered his voice and whispered in his ear.

After hearing this method, Lü Zhen did not answer immediately, and there was still some hesitation in his eyes.

Kong ZhengHui looked at him and said anxiously, "Secretary-General Lü, trust me, this is the only way to test how many people are mixed in with the troops. Even if we can't test it, we won't lose anything, and we can increase the safety of the foreign minister's departure."

Lü Zhen thought for a while and finally nodded, "Okay, let's do as you say."

Then, he waved to the commander of the garrison brigade next to him. After the other party walked over, he instructed him, "The situation is like this..."

The two sides communicated in a low voice.

...

At the same time, on the edge of Hantang Street.

In a spacious courtyard, eighty or so soldiers in special combat uniforms were holding weapons and squatting here.

Yuan Biao was like an ant on a hot pot at the moment, restless. After he joined Yu Mingyuan, he originally wanted to mix into the escort team according to the plan to complete the task of capturing the foreign minister alive.

But he did not expect that the garrison brigade's reaction would be so rapid. Now the entire Hantang Street has been completely under martial law, and they have controlled the inside, making it impossible for the peripheral troops to approach.

Not only Yuan Biao, but Yu Mingyuan was also very anxious at this time. He was wearing headphones, listening to Dai Quan's report on Yao Doudou's situation, while also worrying about whether the task of capturing the foreign minister could be successfully completed.

After waiting for a while, Yu Mingyuan couldn't help but turn his head and asked Yuan Biao, "How's the situation over there?"

"Don't make noise." Yuan Biao sat on two stacked square bricks, waving his left hand at him, holding the communicator in his right hand, listening to the sounds in the public channel.

After five minutes, the public communication system was still silent, and no one was talking.

Seeing this situation, Qiu Ge, who was wearing the same style of special combat uniform next to him, couldn't help but ask, "Why is there no movement on the public channel?"

Yuan Biao put down the communicator, thought for a while and said, "They must have realized that someone had mixed into the team, so they locked the entire channel. It is estimated that they have changed to point-to-point communication... We should have been pulled into other sub-channels and cannot contact other troops. We can only passively receive the information given to us from above."

Qiu Ge frowned, "Their reaction speed is much faster than we expected. If this is the case, then this matter will be difficult to handle."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone couldn't help but fall silent, everyone lowered their heads to think about countermeasures. Just then, the communicator suddenly crackled, and then a voice came out: "Special Action Team One, are you there? Please reply if you hear this!"

Yuan Biao was stunned when he heard this voice, because he recognized it as Lü Zhen's voice.

He thought for a moment and immediately replied, "Special Action Team One received, this is Captain Yuan Biao, please speak."

Lü Zhen immediately ordered, "You immediately lead your troops to the intersection of Sanhe Street and Tiandi Street, and carry out clearing and guard duties within a one-kilometer radius of this location."

Yuan Biao paused for a moment and asked, "Are there any cooperating units?"

Lü Zhen replied, "No, you are solely responsible for this area. Remember, do not allow any units other than yourselves to approach that area. Clean up quickly, report when you're done. You're very close to the target location, I'll give you ten minutes."

Yuan Biao hurriedly said, "But the people from the garrison brigade won't let us in."

"I have already communicated with them, and they will let you through. Go quickly, that's it!"

"Yes!"

After speaking, the communication was cut off. Yuan Biao turned his head to wave at Yu Mingyuan and the others, "We have a new mission, let's go."

...

On the border between Lao Mo and Dragon City, the allied forces of 300,000 troops had already begun to move, heading straight for Dragon City in a mighty manner. However, the marching direction of the main force was slightly different.

Inside the command vehicle, Su Tianyu held the communicator and shouted to Tan Mingchao, "Your task is to stick yourself in the contact zone between Dragon City's urban area and the First Army Corps base. Spare no effort, nail yourself there, and wait for the main force to pass."

Tan Mingchao replied loudly, "Yes!"