Longcheng, the intelligence center of the An system.
"Ding Ling Ling!"
The cell phone rang and An Qiqi quickly pressed the answer button.
"Director An, you're looking for me?" Wang Xiao's voice came from the phone, and he said hurriedly: "Let's keep this short. I have a lot of things to deal with here."
"Okay." An Qiqi responded cheerfully: "Minister Wang, you don't have to worry about anything else now, just do two things. First, you quickly contact the commander of your troops and tell him not to move and just make defensive preparations. If the enemy opens fire first, hold your ground and don't disperse and evacuate, otherwise your troops will be stretched!"
"Then what?" Wang Xiao asked.
"Second, use your connections in Saint Paul City to investigate immediately which armed personnel are working for Gustav."
"No more?" Wang Xiao asked.
"Yes, that's all." An Qiqi reminded him: "Take care of these two things first, and don't worry about the rest."
Wang Xiao got a little impatient after hearing this: "Director An, your plan won't work! The enemy has already begun to encircle us, one layer of government troops, one layer of private armed forces. Once they are all in place, we will have no room to move! If we take the initiative to open fire and disperse, we may still be able to break out."
In fact, Wang Xiao was full of distrust towards An Qiqi. He felt that she was just a little girl, the child of a high-ranking official, who was only able to hold the title of deputy director in the An-based Military Intelligence Bureau because of her father's relationship. She did not have any command ability, let alone the wisdom to coordinate the overall situation.
An Qiqi listened to the other party's rebuttal and didn't have time to waste any more time. She asked directly: "If I ask you to break out now, how confident are you that you can get out?"
"It's very low, but it's definitely better than holding on." Wang Xiao responded truthfully: "I can't explain this to you because you don't understand military command...!"
An Qiqi frowned and responded directly, "If you think my decision is problematic, I'll let Su Tianyu call you. If Su Tianyu doesn't work, I'll let Jiang Zhou call you? Your perspective is very limited now, do you understand? The decision I made is not imagined out of thin air! I have an intelligence team of more than a hundred people working hard on this matter!"
When Wang Xiao heard this, he felt a little hesitant.
An Qiqi added again: "Minister Wang, I am as anxious as you. You have to know that if I am not certain about such a big thing, I will not propose such a plan! Gustav wants to get money but doesn't want to get blood on his body! This is good for us. Even if they take the initiative to attack now, how desperate do you think those private armed forces who engage in kidnapping and selling gold bricks can be? They are just doing it for the money."
Wang Xiao gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll make the arrangements! But if the defense can't hold up, I will definitely order a breakout."
"Okay!" An Qiqi reminded again: "I want to get the news as soon as possible! And it must be very detailed...!"
"Okay, I got it." Wang Xiao quickly hung up the phone.
An Qiqi put down the phone, wiped the sweat from her palms, turned her head and said to Liu Hongxu: "Let's move, go directly to Bana City, where the main battlefield is, we can't keep controlling it remotely!"
"Okay!" Liu Hongxu.
…
Slums in Santa Pau.
The entire slum is built on a small hill in the city of São Paulo. Rows of houses are scattered somewhat messily on the slightly sloping hillside, looking like terraced fields.
The distances between houses are very small, and the winding roads are very narrow, barely enough for one car to pass through. Yet, in such an environment, this area has provided the world with so many outstanding football players.
A Chinese-owned shop is located on the corner of the street. The owner is a thin middle-aged man who sells cheap yerba mate tea.
In the basement of the shop, there were a dozen Chinese men huddled together. They sat in the dimly lit room with blank expressions on their faces, holding automatic rifles in their arms and loading bullets into the magazines one by one.
“Bang!”
The wooden door next to it was pushed open, and two Chinese guys were carrying boxes of grenades in. On the wall next to it, there were rows of guns hanging, and the whole basement looked like an arsenal.
Brother Qiu was sitting in the inner seat, carefully examining an M-series rifle on his lap.
After sending Huo Jun into space, Brother Qiu and his men have been hiding in the basement of this slum. The shop owner is one of their own, and they have spies around, so it is relatively safe.
The door of the basement was pushed open again, and a young man walked in. He walked quickly to Brother Qiu and whispered in his ear, "Brother Qiu, I've heard about Wu Boxin."
"Okay." Brother Qiu nodded, and at the same time reassembled the disassembled automatic rifle and pulled the barrel.
"Shall we take action?" the subordinate asked, "The city is in chaos right now, we can take advantage of the situation to fish in troubled waters..."
Brother Qiu put down his automatic rifle and waved his hand: "Don't worry, wait for the news from Director An. Everyone's attention is focused on the Wang family right now, and maybe we in the city will need to cooperate with the operation."
Hearing what Brother Qiu said, everyone nodded.
"Buzz..."
After a while, the phone on the table suddenly vibrated. Qiu picked it up and saw that it was An Qiqi calling. He picked up the phone and asked in a low voice, "Director An?"
"Brother Qiu, you can put Wu Boxin aside for now." An Qiqi gave instructions directly: "Let's talk about his matter later. You have other tasks now. I will send you the information in a while, and you will act according to my instructions."
When it comes to work, Brother Qiu basically doesn’t say a word of nonsense: “Okay.”
"There's one more thing." An Qiqi asked, "How many people have you infiltrated into the city in advance?"
Brother Qiu estimated in his mind, and then said: "About 70 or 80 people, but they are all scattered and not in the same place."
"Okay." An Qiqi said immediately: "The target location will be told to you in the message later. Then you contact the two teams closest to the target location and ask them to help you complete the task!"
"Got it." The two chatted quickly and decisively. After they finished talking, they hung up the phone directly. Brother Qiu began to make preparations.
…
Add city, highway.
Army green trucks were driving in a neat row on the road to the airport. The carport of each truck was filled with soldiers from the Blackwater Corps and the Terrorist Squad.
Jin Maohui was sitting in the command vehicle at the back. Halfway through the journey, Su Tianyu suddenly called: "Hello? Yes, I'm here. OK, OK, I get it. Um...!"
After chatting for less than three minutes, Jin Maohui hung up the phone, picked up the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder, and ordered the troops: "Pull over."
The convoy pulled over and Jin Maohui, wearing a helmet, pushed open the door and jumped out.
After walking a dozen steps forward, Jin Maohui stretched out his hand and shouted loudly: "Special Operations Team One, pick out a hundred people for me, all change into disguises, and go out on missions alone!"
After waiting for a while, a hundred people came down from several trucks.
Daxiong was also in the queue, wearing a military uniform. He shouldered the rank of squad leader, saluted and shouted, "Report, I am willing to lead the team to carry out the mission!"