On the outskirts of Longcheng, the First Corps’ frontline suppression base.
Inside the airport, Kang Dinghuang, Kong Zhenghui and Lu Zhen all froze in place when they heard Yuan Biao's roar, all of them a little dazed for a moment.
Lu Zhen first reacted, frowned and said to Yuan Biao: "Don't shout, tell me what's going on."
Yuan Biao looked at him, his eyes red as he said, "Damn it, in order to ensure the secrecy of the mission, we didn't choose to attack even when we were almost face to face with Anze City's convoy, but turned around to attack the 048 area where Tan Hengqiang was! But as soon as we entered, we fell into the trap set by the other party! Can you tell me what your intelligence department does? I have been on three missions in total, and the action plan was missed in advance twice?!"
After hearing this question, the three of them fell silent.
Yuan Biao's emotions were a little out of control. He looked at Lu Zhen and yelled at the top of his voice: "I just want to ask, are all the people in your intelligence department raised on shit? This kind of department is worthy of being called a regional intelligence agency?? I really regret taking this job from you! I've lost hundreds of brothers in the past two incidents!"
After cursing, Yuan Biao turned around with a gloomy face and left, taking the remaining brothers with him and heading towards his own camp.
Everyone stood there, looking at each other.
Kang Dinghuang looked at Yuan Biao's back and saw that he only brought back more than 30 people this time. He felt angry and shocked.
In this operation, not only Yuan Biao paid great attention to information protection, but they did the same. From the beginning to the end, only a small number of military intelligence personnel responsible for support and liaison knew the time and the segmented mission plan.
He really didn't know how the news was leaked this time. Thinking of this, Kang Dinghuang's face looked a little ugly, and he turned his head and said to Kong Zhenghui: "Call your informant back, conduct an internal isolation interrogation, and find out the source of the leak."
Kong Zhenghui was stunned for a moment, and said with great resistance in his heart: "My informants will be fine. They have been following me for a long time. Besides, he is not from the Qingyi Bureau. How can he be isolated and investigated internally?"
Kang Dinghuang glanced at him, pointed at him and said, "Don't be so sure before the matter is settled. Although he is not from the Qingyi Bureau, he took money, and a lot of money. Now that something has happened, he must be investigated!"
When Kong Zhenghui heard this, veins popped up on his forehead. He clenched his fists, suppressed his dissatisfaction and did not argue.
"Not only does he have to be investigated, but so do the people in the Tsing Yi Bureau!" Kang Dinghuang looked at him and added, "And I'm telling you, you can't tell him that he's coming back to be investigated. If he runs away, the responsibility will most likely fall on you, do you understand?"
After saying this, Kang Dinghuang walked away with a gloomy face.
Lu Zhen glanced at Kong Zhenghui, then followed Kang Dinghuang and left.
Kong Zhenghui stood there alone, thinking for a long time, and finally dialed someone's phone number.
The voice of the informant who had been contacted before rang on the phone: "Hello, Brother Kong?"
Kong Zhenghui said to him, "The mission was unsuccessful this time. The higher-ups are unwilling to accept this and are planning to increase their efforts to redevelop the Bana City line. Bring your people and come to District 1 in secret."
The other party paused for a moment, and said with some refusal: "Brother Kong, I'm just an outside informant, so I won't go, right?"
Kong Zhenghui told him: "Redeveloping this line means increasing the investment in military intelligence funds... Do you understand what I mean?"
"Ah..." The informant thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll go then."
The two of them said a few more words and then hung up the phone.
Kong Zhenghui lit a cigarette and looked at the busy base, seeming to be thinking about something.
…
That evening, a military vehicle arrived at the First Corps' front-line suppression base.
Several key informants that Kong Zhenghui had planted in Bana City got out of the car.
The leader was a young man wearing a peaked cap. He looked at the dozen men in suits walking towards him and asked, "Where is President Kong?"
"You won't be able to see President Kong." The man opposite said expressionlessly, "We are the internal supervisors of the Qingyi Bureau. We have something to ask you about."
These informants all looked a little flustered. The leading young man frowned and said, "I'm not from your Qingyi Bureau. What are you talking to me about..."
"Stop talking nonsense!"
The other party didn't answer him at all. More than a dozen people rushed up, pressed them to the ground and handcuffed them.
"What are you doing? What are you doing?" The young man lay on the ground, still yelling.
"take away!"
No one paid any attention to him. The people from the Qingyi Bureau's inspection team escorted them into a military vehicle.
…
It was a little after ten o'clock in the evening. Kang Dinghuang was sitting in his office, smoking a cigarette with a gloomy look on his face.
Because the assassination attempt failed, he was very annoyed and extremely upset.
At this moment, the office door was knocked open, and one of his officers in charge of interrogation came in and said to him, "Director, we have investigated the relevant personnel inside and the informants in Bana City. After the initial questioning, we did not find any clues. They all gave various reasons and said that they did not leak the information. There was a sense of shirking responsibility in their words."
"Damn it, I gave them face!" Kang Dinghuang gritted his teeth and cursed angrily: "I don't believe it. If there is a traitor, I can't dig it out! Punish them all!"
"yes!"
…
Three hours later, Kang Dinghuang received another report from the interrogators. He immediately took Kong Zhenghui and Lu Zhen into an interrogation room.
In the dim interrogation room, Kong Zhenghui was holding Bana City's most important informant, who was naked and chained to the wall. He was covered in blood, very weak, with his head hanging down, and his consciousness was completely blurred.
Everyone looked at him and sat down nearby.
Kang Dinghuang looked gloomy and asked the interrogator, "What's going on?"
The interrogator immediately kicked the informant and yelled at him, "Say what you just said again!"
The informant lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice: "The news... I leaked it... I sold it to a wealthy businessman..."
Hearing this, Kong Zhenghui was stunned for a moment.
Kang Dinghuang looked expressionless as he looked at the informant and asked, "Why would a rich businessman buy this kind of information?"
The informant continued to murmur, "Now... the whole world is paying attention to the situation in Dragon City, and too many capital groups are watching here. Many wealthy businessmen are eager to know the latest military intelligence... For example, which leader will die and whether it will affect the war situation... This is very critical because it is related to whether they can judge... the final winner of the Dragon City War... and... and quickly buy some assets at a low price... I thought, if it's just a wealthy businessman... there's no big problem, so I sold the news... I sold it for 8 million..."
In the current situation, let alone informants developed outside the staff, even within the Qingyi Bureau, the Central Bureau, and even the Quantong Bureau, there are a large number of cadres with high military ranks who are selling intelligence to the outside world.
In every era, there are people who fight for their ideals, but there is also no shortage of speculators who fight only for money. In this regard, both the enemy and us are the same.
Kong Zhenghui's face turned pale. He was completely furious when he heard this! His body was shaking violently. He stared at his informant, clenched his fists, and his joints turned white. He wanted to rush over and shoot him!
Kang Dinghuang gritted his teeth, pointed at the informant and said, "You dare to have more than one bird at a time with the intelligence from District One! It is because of people like you that the war will continue!"
After saying that, he waved his hand and shouted at his men, "Damn it, shoot them! Shoot all the people involved!"
The moment Kang Dinghuang stood up, Kong Zhenghui also stood up and said, "Director Kang, the line in Bana City is very important. I think the people below can still be used..."
Kang Dinghuang interrupted the other party with a stern face, and scolded him with a somewhat dissatisfied tone: "They dare to sell such critical information. What use do I have for such an intelligence system? Do you know what this matter will involve if it is accomplished?"
After saying that, Kang Dinghuang turned around, kicked the iron door open, and walked out angrily.
Kong Zhenghui stayed where he was, his body stiff and his mind in a mess.
…
Around midnight, the First Corps suppressed the base on the front line.
In a dormitory building, Yuan Biao sat on the sofa in the lobby on the first floor, looking worried, and for the first time in his life, he even smoked a cigarette.
At this moment, he was extremely conflicted. On the one hand, he was worried about the situation of his old brother Ni Huan and others, and on the other hand, he was hesitating whether to tell his employer about it.
The two thoughts kept colliding in his mind. It was because of this entanglement that he got angry at the airport and used anger to cover up his emotions.
Just as he was thinking, Lu Zhen pushed the door and walked in. Yuan Biao looked at him with red eyes, but he felt inexplicably uneasy in his heart.
Lu Zhen looked solemn. He sat beside him and patted his thigh. “Are you still thinking about your brother?”
When Yuan Biao heard this, he felt that the other party was hinting at something, and his heart skipped a beat, and the hairs on his body stood up.
Lu Zhen continued, "Sometimes, life often faces this kind of dilemma."
Yuan Biao looked surprised, and his right hand unconsciously reached towards his waist.
Lu Zhen reached out his hand again, patted his shoulder, and said softly, "Don't worry, Kang Dinghuang has avenged you."
Yuan Biao was stunned for a moment.
Lu Zhen added: "We found the traitor. He is from Kong Zhenghui's line. They were the ones who leaked the information."
Sweat was oozing from Yuan Biao's forehead. He unconsciously withdrew his right hand, and his mind was a little confused for a moment.
This thing... I just said it casually, but I really gained something from it
With just one sentence, Brother Biao directly sent out six Panda Qs inside the Qingyi Bureau, clearing one line and killing more than thirty people.
“Damn… your work efficiency… is really fast!” Yuan Biao replied a little confused.