In the occupied area of Longcheng, at the entrance of a dark alley.
Yuan Biao and others were checking their equipment. Since this was the area they were responsible for guarding and cleaning, Yu Mingyuan and others were able to enter here after the artillery fire and fight with them.
After the two sides gathered, they did not talk much, but quickly advanced along the street towards Han and Tang Street.
Less than two kilometers away, the intersection of Hantang Street was visible. However, it was completely blocked. Soldiers from the First Corps Security Brigade blocked the road with armored vehicles and military vehicles, and stood guard with guns.
Seeing Yuan Biao and his men approaching from a distance, one of the officers immediately shouted, "Stop! Don't come over here!"
"brush!"
All the soldiers behind them raised their automatic rifles at the same time, including the machine gunner, and pointed their guns at them.
Yuan Biao immediately made a stop gesture, asking the team to stop, and shouted to the other side: "I am from the special operations team under Secretary-General Lu Zhen. We have to go in and protect him now."
The commander of the Guard Brigade directly refused: "No one is allowed to enter Han Tang Street now! Back off and return to the area you are responsible for!"
Seeing the other side's firm attitude, Yuan Biao gritted his teeth and whispered to Yu Mingyuan behind him: "Go back, don't fight them head-on."
Yu Mingyuan glanced at the hundreds of soldiers and the mounted machine guns opposite him and nodded slightly.
“Crash!”
The team turned back directly and ran back along the street.
…
At the same time, in a building near Han Tang Street.
Kong Zhenghui and a group of members of the Security Association were hiding inside the building at this time. They all looked very embarrassed, with dust all over their Zhongshan suits and mud on their leather shoes.
After the gunfire sounded, they quickly evacuated the streets and took shelter here.
"What the hell is going on? Why are they fighting again?"
"When will the rescue from Area 1 arrive? If not, we're all doomed!"
The members of the Security Association were cursing at this moment, their mood was extremely bad, making the atmosphere in the whole building very depressing.
"Bang!"
At this moment, the door outside was suddenly knocked open, and Kong Zhengqi and a few others hurried in, shouting to Kong Zhenghui: "Brother, the car is ready, hurry up and leave."
Kong Zhenghui lowered his head and did not respond.
"Brother, what are you dawdling for? Hurry up and go!" Kong Zhengqi pulled him.
"No, I can't leave." Kong Zhenghui slowly raised his head and said in a hoarse voice: "I still have things to do..."
"What's the matter?" Kong Zhengqi asked, "Do you want to..."
Kong Zhenghui interrupted and responded: "Yu Mingyuan is here..."
Kong Zhengqi was stunned for a moment: "Ah?! He's here, how did you know? Did you see him?"
"I didn't see it," Kong Zhenghui said very confidently, "but he definitely did it! He deliberately told me about Liu Qi's flaw, so that I almost caught him... His purpose was to mislead me and make me think that he wanted to save Wen Xiaorou..."
He told his thoughts again, but after listening to it, Kong Zhengqi frowned and said, "This doesn't mean that Yu Mingyuan did it, right?"
Kong Zhenghui said in a somewhat intense tone: "Use your brain!!! Yu Mingyuan has not appeared since the assassination. Since he has escaped, why did he hide? Then he suddenly showed up in Area 1, ostensibly to save Wen Xiaorou, but after Liu Qi died, he did not make any movement, and then today the gunshots were heard."
Kong Zhengqi listened to the artillery fire getting closer and closer outside, his face full of anxiety, and he couldn't help shouting at him: "Brother! The occupied area is under bombardment everywhere, and we will be blown to pieces at any time. At this time, even if it is him, what can he do? Let's go first!"
Kong Zhenghui clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and said, "Don't you understand? If I don't kill him today, he will kill us sooner or later!"
Kong Zhengqi advised again: "Brother, the battlefield is so chaotic now, we..."
Kong Zhenghui's eyes widened, flashing red. "Do you know what he said to me on the phone that day? He said, 'You want to kill me? I know!' Think about it carefully, what does this sentence mean? Zhou Tonghui died in my hands, Wen Xiaorou was also arrested because of me, and Yu Mingyuan will definitely take revenge. Today, his target is definitely not only Commander Wang, but also me, and even us!"
Kong Zhengqi looked at his expression and replied worriedly: "Brother, I think you are too obsessed with him."
Kong Zhenghui shouted with red eyes: "This is not an obsession, this is a life-and-death feud! If he doesn't die, we will never be able to sleep in this life! He will haunt you forever! Kang Dinghuang is injured, and Commander Wang is dead. If we don't get rid of him, how can we live well? I'm going to find Lu Zhen now."
As he spoke, he picked up his phone and dialed Lu Zhen's number.
The phone rang for a long time before it was connected. Lu Zhen's slightly irritated voice came from the other end: "What's the matter? Tell me."
Kong Zhenghui hurriedly said: "Secretary Lu, I have something urgent to report to you in person. Please tell me where you are now."
There was silence on the phone.
Kong Zhenghui immediately said: "Don't worry, I won't bring anyone with me, I will go there alone..."
…
District 1, Washington, Logistics Department of the Chinese Legion.
Inside the office building, the new minister Zhang Xunchen, wearing a brand new general's uniform, was negotiating with the materials personnel of District 1.
At the beginning, Zhang Xunchen, the chief of staff of the garrison, rebelled and stabbed the garrison hard. At the same time, given his status and influence, this greatly helped the military operation of District 1 to attack Longcheng, and had far-reaching political significance.
Therefore, District 1 attached great importance to him and even promoted him to the rank of lieutenant general of the Chinese Legion.
Not only that, he was also appointed as the Minister of Logistics, one of the three major departments of the Chinese Legion.
In a bright office, Zhang Xunchen sat at a spotless desk. While he was talking to the other party, an officer walked in quickly, lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "Minister... Commander-in-Chief Wang is dead..."
Zhang Xunchen turned around suddenly and looked at him with a pale face.
The other party nodded slightly at him.
Zhang Xunchen controlled his emotions, turned around and said to the white people, "Excuse me, please wait a moment. I have something urgent to deal with here."
After saying that, he walked out of the office and into the corridor with the officer.
As soon as he arrived in the corridor, Zhang Xunchen immediately put his hands on his waist, pointed at the other party with a somewhat inappropriate look and asked, "Have you confirmed it?"
"Confirmed." The officer's face also looked unhappy: "He was shot in the head by a gunman at the interview site."
When Zhang Xunchen heard this, his head buzzed. After spinning around in place, he couldn't help but mutter, "How could he be dead? Isn't this the end? The Chinese Legion is about to change..."
At this moment, Zhang Xunchen was filled with anxiety and despair. He almost cursed: "I just surrendered and you died. What are you kidding?!"
…
At the same time, the Chinese Legion General Hospital.
In an elegant intensive care unit, Kang Dinghuang, wearing a hospital gown and looking a little pale, was sitting at the table, drinking porridge.
He was still very weak and had only just recovered from his injuries.
"Bang!"
At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a figure rushed in, his face pale and terrified, shouting in a broken voice: "Something…something big happened!"
Kang Dinghuang looked up at him and asked with a frown, "What's wrong?"
The other party panted and said in panic: "Wang... Commander-in-Chief Wang was assassinated..."
"Pah!"
The bowl of porridge fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
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Chinese Army Headquarters.
The Chief of General Staff was walking forward at a brisk pace with a dozen officers and a serious look on his face. At the same time, he turned his head and shouted to the person beside him, "Connect me to the military-political meeting immediately. I need to talk to them!"