In the evening of that day, a plane from Longcheng slowly arrived at the airport in Bana City.
The Longcheng delegation arrived as scheduled, but Bana City only sent one diplomatic official and a dozen accompanying staff to receive them at the airport.
The senior officials of the Bana City Municipal Government and the military did not send anyone to show up. Compared with the previous diplomatic specifications, this time it seemed very cold and simple.
Fortunately, this diplomatic official was still very polite and did not neglect Longcheng in terms of personal courtesy.
Jin Maohui and Fei Pingsheng exchanged a few brief greetings with the official and didn't say much.
When they came into contact, one of the more than 20 guards who accompanied them kept his head down the whole time, standing behind the crowd with a mask on his face, appearing very low-key.
"Sirs, this way please."
The diplomat led them to the car parked outside and said with a smile, "We have arranged accommodation for you all. Please take a rest first."
"OK."
The delegation, consisting of more than fifty people, rode in a convoy and slowly drove towards the city.
After the car started, Jin Maohui glanced at the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar scenery outside, and asked Fei Pingsheng beside him in a low voice: "Where were you before? Why did you wait until we arrived in Mexico for a transfer? You fell asleep as soon as you got on the plane, and I saw that you were exhausted, so I didn't wake you up."
Fei Pingsheng lit a cigarette and said slowly, "What else can I do? The situation is so tense, so I went to do something in advance."
Jin Maohui thought for a moment and asked again: "Can you hold the bottom this time?"
Fei Pingsheng waved his hands and said helplessly: "It's just a chicken feather bottom. Who can say anything good about the current situation?"
Jin Maohui also had a headache. Diplomacy was not his strong point, and he was confused at the moment as he was forced to do something.
After rubbing his face, Jin Maohui could only hope for Lao Fei: "What is our strategy for this trip?"
Fei Pingsheng spread his hands and said, "We'll just act according to circumstances. Since we're here now, let's just take it one step at a time."
Jin Maohui glanced at him, sighed, and said nothing more.
The two men sat in the car, smoking and looking outside at the same time.
On the road from the airport to the city, you can see a large number of Blackwater Corps soldiers on guard duty, and military vehicles pass by the road from time to time.
Jin Maohui looked gloomy, with a bad feeling in his heart, and couldn't help muttering: "The troops entering the city... is not a good sign."
Fei Pingsheng frowned and said casually: "Damn it, when a person dies, the birds fly up to the sky, and he will live forever. There is no point thinking about these things now, just eat and drink!"
Jin Maohui looked at him speechlessly and said jokingly, "You have a big heart."
Fei Pingsheng smiled helplessly and patted Jin Maohui on the shoulder.
On the rest of the journey, the two of them didn't say anything else, but just quietly observed the situation in Bana City.
…
About half an hour later, the convoy drove into the city and it was getting dark.
Logically speaking, when a delegation of Longcheng's level arrives, Bana City should hold a corresponding diplomatic dinner to express its welcome.
But this time, no dinner party was held, and the group of people were simply sent to a residence for rest.
The accommodation Bruna arranged for them was in a building in the backyard of the administrative office building.
This building was built not long ago and was originally used for resting of some administrative staff. Now it is temporarily used as a foreign affairs hotel.
The diplomatic officials of Bana City enthusiastically led them to the lobby and arranged for them to check in.
Fei Pingsheng glanced at the surrounding decoration style and looked at the exquisite marble brick walls. He couldn't help but smile: "Bruna is quite nice to us. The housing standards she arranged are quite good."
Jin Maohui was worried and said noncommittally: "I hope so."
After arranging the rooms for everyone, the diplomat walked up to Fei Pingsheng and said politely, "Mr. Fei, Mr. Jin, our negotiations will begin at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. I will pick you up and take you to the negotiation site. During this time, you can rest well in your room. If you need food and daily necessities, just tell the receptionist on the floor."
"Okay, thank you for your help."
"Of course I will leave now. Call me if you need anything."
The two sides said goodbye and the delegation returned to their respective rooms to rest.
Jin Maohui and Fei Pingsheng lived in a suite. The two of them walked into the room and closed the door.
Fei Pingsheng sat on the sofa and looked around the room, while Jin Maohui walked to the window, gently parted the curtains, and took a look downstairs.
There are many military vehicles and sentry posts nearby, and many Blackwater Legion soldiers are patrolling around.
Jin Maohui frowned and couldn't help but say, "Damn it, this place may not be safe, look outside."
"Let me take a look."
Fei Pingsheng walked over and looked out the window as well. He couldn't help but curse, "Fuck, why are there so many military vehicles around here?!"
The two looked at each other, both looking unhappy.
Fei Pingsheng returned to the sofa, was silent for a while, took out his cell phone and dialed a number directly.
The call was quickly connected, and Zhao Weihu's voice came out: "Hello? Lao Fei, what's going on over there?"
Fei Pingsheng's voice was solemn: "Commander, the situation here is more serious than I thought. Let's do what I told you before, and have the government troops move early."
Zhao Weihu agreed without thinking: "Okay, I understand. You must pay attention to safety."
"clear."
Fei Pingsheng hung up the phone, turned to Jin Maohui and said, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Let the canteen bring it to us?"
…
That evening, Boang had led three regiments of troops into the city.
In an office in the city, Boang was sitting in a wheelchair, chatting in a low voice with several officers.
Soon, the office door was pushed open, and Gilman, the leader of the Black Bear Regiment under the Blackwater Corps, walked in and saluted Boang. "Report to the Corps Commander, according to the previously agreed plan, we have taken over part of the city defense work of the police department."
Boan nodded.
An officer nearby immediately asked, "Where is the list of members of the Dragon City delegation? Has it come out?"
Gilman turned his head and said to him, "They are out. Two leaders of the delegation are here. They are Jin Maohui and Fei Pingsheng."
The people of the Blackwater Legion were very familiar with the names of these two people. When they heard that it was them, they couldn't help but be a little surprised and exchanged glances with each other.
Boang thought for a while and said to Gilman, "Notify the garrison units in the city to strengthen the vigilance around the administrative building tonight, set up two or three more checkpoints, and add a battalion of troops for patrol."
Gilman was stunned for a moment, but immediately nodded and said, "Yes, Your Excellency, Commander!"