Time flies and a year goes by quickly.
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As the Huatonghui was established and developed rapidly, the political situation in the Laomo and Longcheng regions became both clear and complex.
The reason why it is clear is that the Huatong Association headed by Lao Li, as well as the Lao Mo official army, Bana City and other forces, have formed a confrontation with the one or two factions in District 1. The opponents and camps have been exposed, and the relationship between the two sides is very tense.
After the 10th Infantry Division was cleared out, District 1 did not swallow its pride, but continued to send reinforcements to the edge of Longcheng in an attempt to put military pressure on the Huatonghui.
However, as Tan Hengqiang has not yet made a statement, they are afraid of irritating the deputy commander-in-chief of the Chinese Legion, so District 1 only added one division of troops on the border of Longcheng, and did not stockpile troops on a large scale, and more main forces were on the periphery.
The Huatong Association also made sufficient preparations to guard against the methods of District 1. During this year, the National Bureau of Investigation and Statistics also continued to collect intelligence from District 1, paying attention to the other party's movements and taking precautions before they happen.
As for the complicated part, when the Huatong Association is in confrontation with the forces in District 1, there are still many uncertainties between the two sides.
First of all, Tan Hengqiang has never made his position clear. He has survived a year with a 30% cut in military spending and has kept a low profile. District One is helpless with him because they have already given him the necessary warnings and they dare not do anything too extreme for fear of forcing Old Tan to rebel.
Secondly, the Mexican government troops. The fragmented warlords did not make a clear statement. Their ambiguous attitude also made the First District hesitant and afraid to use troops rashly.
Finally, behind the Huatong Association, there is also the power of the Chinese region. With the support of such a super region, it is enough to form a military and political struggle.
However, the development of the Huatonghui also entered a stagnation stage, temporarily reaching a bottleneck, and could not find a suitable way out for a while. Before they won the attitude of Tan Hengqiang and the warlords of Lao Mo, they could only maintain the current level, and it was difficult to make a breakthrough in the establishment of the political system.
Therefore, during this period, Su Tianyu frequently shuttled between Longcheng and the Lao Mo official army center, trying to help the young commander balance various relationships and win over those warlords whose positions were not firm.
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At noon that day, at Longcheng Police Station.
In the restaurant, many police officers were carrying plates and taking their favorite foods at the entrance of the cafeteria.
Wang Daolin also got his lunch, and with his tablet in hand, he walked to his usual dining table and sat down.
Reading the news while eating has become a habit for Wang Daolin. He swipes on his tablet while eating.
"Fusheng Microfinance Company was robbed, more than 700,000 yuan in cash was stolen, two people died at the scene, and the robbery gang is currently on the run..."
Twenty minutes later, Wang Daolin returned to his office, sat on a chair, picked up the phone on the table, and dialed an internal number: "Ask Lao Huang from the Criminal Investigation Team to come to my place."
After the fight, Wang Daolin drank tea while waiting for someone.
After a while, there was a knock on the office door, and a male police chief in his forties walked in and asked softly, "Chief, are you looking for me?"
Wang Daolin greeted him with a smile: "Old Huang, come and sit down!"
The sheriff sat in front of Wang Daolin, who reached out and pushed the tablet to him: "Take a look at this."
"It's on the news so soon?" The sheriff picked up the newspaper and saw the headline. He was a little surprised: "These guys are really lawless!"
"It's the third one this month, right?" Wang Daolin handed him a cigarette. "Any clues?"
The sheriff lit up his cigarette, took a puff, and said slowly, "I found someone outside the area who was setting off the noise, asked around, and got a rough idea of what this group of people is called... The Sanguang Society, there are about 20 of them. They should be new guys who just debuted, not veterans."
The sheriff flicked the ash off his cigarette and sighed, "But these kids are quite good at resisting investigation. They committed three crimes in a row without leaving any clues. They even bought the rings randomly, which caused great difficulties for our investigation. We can't find out who they are yet, and we don't know where they came from."
Wang Daolin was smoking a cigarette as well, and he said slowly, "These guys are too ruthless, and they kill people every time they attack. You better hurry up and hold these guys down for me."
The sheriff immediately responded: "It's difficult, but it can be overcome. I'll just let the line go and take my time."
Wang Daolin reached out his hand, gently patted the sheriff's shoulder, and said meaningfully: "Brother, I am only one step away from going up. At this critical juncture, anyone who commits this kind of crime must be killed on the spot."
The sheriff was shocked: "I understand, I understand."
After chatting for a few more words, the sheriff left the office. Wang Daolin sat on a chair, smoking a cigarette and thinking: "Sanguang Society... What the hell does this name mean?"
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In a remote town on the outskirts of Longcheng.
In an entertainment city with simple decoration, there were about seven or eight young people soaking in the pool in the bathing area.
These young men all had shaved heads and were chatting about women using all sorts of vulgar language while taking a bath.
"What kind of place is this? There's not even a masseur."
"I think the lady boss at the front desk is pretty nice."
"You are sick, you are so old."
"So what? I just like older people..."
Outside the pool, a burly, handsome, bald young man was holding a sharp razor in his hand, carefully shaving his beard in front of the mirror. The strong body reflected in the mirror was covered with various tattoos.
Soon, the young man shaved his chin cleanly, looked at himself in the mirror a few times, and nodded with satisfaction. He threw down the razor, turned and walked towards the bathing pool, and told the guys who were taking a bath, "Get up, there's work tonight."
“Crash!”
As soon as these words were spoken, the guys who were chatting just now all stood up in unison.
The young man turned his head to look at the crotch of one of the guys, and said with a raised eyebrow: "How many times have I told you? The Sanguang Society is the Sanguang Society, so we must be completely naked. We must have a unified style and unified management!"
The young man squeezed his legs together and said a little embarrassedly: "Brother Guang... I have had eczema these days..."
"Stop talking nonsense!" The young man glared at her and said, "Scrape it off together with the bubbles!"
Ten minutes later, a group of people, with a young man with his pants stuck in his crotch, changed their clothes and left the bathhouse.