About seven or eight minutes later, Yuan Biao led his troops to the vicinity of Sanhe Street and Tiandi Street, and quickly cleaned up the area according to the tasks assigned by Lu Zhen, including high points, sewers, and various hidden places in buildings, all of which were carefully checked.
After confirmation in all areas, Yuan Biao reported to his superiors.
In the last mission to assassinate Tan Hengqiang, due to an ambush, the combat team of more than 100 people brought by Yuan Biao lost nearly 70%, and only more than 30 people returned in the end. In order to complete the mission, some people had to be transferred from outside to supplement.
For this mission, Yuan Biao brought a total of more than sixty people, plus the more than twenty people brought by Yu Mingyuan, a total of about eighty people.
At this time, the entire street was empty, and there was no one except them. Yuan Biao ordered his troops to stand along both sides of the street, while he and Yu Mingyuan and others hid in an alley and observed the surrounding scene.
At this moment, Brother Qiu looked at the street and couldn't help but guess: "The public frequency is locked, and communication is done point-to-point. Now we are asked to clear the street here... I guess there is a 100% chance that an important person will pass by here."
Hearing this, a young man under Yuan Biao was stunned for a moment and began to murmur: "Fuck the guy next door... Is the Foreign Minister going to leave this way?"
The companion next to him said, "It's possible. Our Captain Yuan is Lu Zhen's man and is trusted by him. It's possible that they really went this way."
They talked in low voices, but Yuan Biao waved his hand and said, "Don't talk."
After these words were spoken, everyone fell silent and continued to wait.
About five minutes later, Lu Zhen's voice rang out again in the communicator: "Special Operations Team One, please pay attention! A convoy will pass by you in a while. Protect their safety. Remember not to make any noise. Be alert to your surroundings. Stay alert!"
Yuan Biao nodded and replied: "Received!"
After the call was disconnected, everyone nearby couldn't help but perk up. One of them couldn't help but lick his lips and said, "Fuck, they're really here!"
About two minutes later, a convoy of cars appeared from a distant intersection. There were about seven or eight cars, speeding down the street, raising a cloud of dust.
The one in the middle was the bulletproof car that the Foreign Minister of District 1 had previously ridden in.
Seeing this scene, Yu Mingyuan, who was squatting in the alley, hunched his body and his eyes turned red.
Beside him, Brother Qiu swiftly jumped into the turbulent room on the left, waved at the people inside and shouted, "Here we go, RPG!"
"brush!"
Four soldiers squatting on the ground, crouching, approached with RPGs. In order to stay hidden, they kept a certain distance from the window and hid their whole bodies in the dark.
In this way, they can see the bright street scene through the windows, but people outside cannot see them.
“Bang!”
They opened the RPG's sights and nervously waited for the right moment to fire.
At this moment, Yuan Biao was squatting in the alley, staring at the convoy, thinking about something.
Brother Qiu was also staring at the convoy, his hands raised high in the air, sweat on his forehead, waiting for the convoy to come into range.
On the other side, Yuan Biao subconsciously looked back at Brother Qiu and the others, and then looked back at the convoy again. For some reason, he suddenly started running, his body as agile as a cheetah, quickly crossed the alley, pressed with one hand, jumped over the windowsill and jumped into the house, shouting at Brother Qiu: "Don't move!"
Brother Qiu was stunned for a moment, pointed outside and asked: "That's the Foreign Minister's car, why don't you move it?"
Yuan Biao waved his hand and said, "Trust me, don't move, let them pass."
Brother Qiu frowned and said, "Are you kidding me? What do you think our purpose is?"
Yuan Biao pointed to the ground and whispered, "The person in the car may not be the foreign minister."
Brother Qiu asked back: "Why do you judge like this?"
Yuan Biao replied: "Intuition!"
Brother Qiu looked at him speechlessly, his mind was filled with anger, and he couldn't help but reply: "Are you talking nonsense to me? There are so many of us, risking our lives to fight our way in, and now you're telling me about your intuition?"
Yuan Biao said firmly: "Trust my intuition. My intuition has saved me many times."
The target was right in front of him, and Brother Qiu responded anxiously: "Your shitty intuition caused all your comrades to be captured."
"That's not a matter of intuition, it's a matter of wrong information!" Yuan Biao gritted his teeth, suppressed his anger and said, "First, I know Lu Zhen; second, your opponent will never let you feel so comfortable. This is all too natural! And did you notice that there are no defense forces around us? Since it's such an important mission to escort the foreign minister, it's impossible for us to be arranged to defend this section of the road."
When Brother Qiu heard this, his brows frowned even deeper.
Yuan Biao said again: "Trust my intuition!"
Brother Qiu looked at the convoy approaching on the street and whispered, "If you guessed wrong and the person sitting in the car is really the Foreign Minister, our mission will be completely failed. Once he leaves Dragon City and returns to the camp behind, which is full of soldiers from District 1, we will never have a chance to take action."
Yuan Biao pointed at himself and said, "Don't worry, I still have a way, trust me."
The two men stared at each other, neither giving way, and the convoy got closer, and the sound of tires rubbing against each other could be heard.
At this moment, Yu Mingyuan, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke: "Listen to Yuan Biao."
When Brother Qiu heard this, he said nothing and waved his hand behind him.
The four soldiers immediately stepped back and dropped the RPGs they were carrying.
"Buzz..."
Immediately afterwards, the roar of car engines was heard outside, and a convoy passed by here quickly along the street.
Three seconds later, Yuan Biao picked up the communicator and said, "This is Special Operations Team 1. The convoy has passed and has left our area. Please give us your instructions!"
…
At the same time, near Han Tang Street, in a dilapidated building.
Lu Zhen stood in the corridor, tapping his thigh with his fingers, listening to Yuan Biao's report on the communicator. He paused and said to him, "Stay where you are!"
"yes!"
The call was disconnected, and Kong Zhenghui next to him asked hurriedly: "How much have been ruled out?"
Lu Zhen thought for a moment and said, "Eighty percent of them have been ruled out, but there are still a few points that have not been reported to me."
Kong Zhenghui paused and said, "Don't be in a hurry. Wait a little longer. The other party must be very patient."
As soon as he finished speaking, the foreign minister's secretary said anxiously, "We can't wait any longer! The situation is quite critical now. I just received news that the troops from Lao Mo have also come out. The offensive of the Longcheng rebels is also very fierce. We must leave now and can't let the foreign minister stay here and take risks."
Hearing this, Lu Zhen nodded slowly, thought for a moment and said, "Okay, then evacuate according to the planned plan and notify the base."
After saying that, Lü Zhen and the foreign minister's secretary turned around and left. Kong Zhenghui thought for a moment and followed them.
…
Inside a dormitory building at the First Corps’ frontline base.
Five young men in combat uniforms were standing in front of the window. They were Yuan Biao's subordinates, and they were not selected for this mission, so they stayed at the base, but for some reason they all wore combat uniforms.
One of the young men, holding a high-magnification military telescope in his hand, quickly looked around.
Although the First Corps' base was not small, most of the troops' barracks were built outside the city, while the headquarters was established in an occupied town.
Therefore, the surrounding buildings are somewhat complicated, but the view from the dormitory building is very good and is not affected at all.
After a while, a row of military vehicles appeared in the young man's field of vision. He looked carefully at the numbers on the convoy and said, "They are soldiers from the First Infantry Company of the Mechanized Regiment directly under the headquarters."
The companion next to him frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Infantry Company 1? I guess not. It's unlikely that an infantry company would be sent on this kind of mission. The speed is too slow and they might not make it in time."
"Um… "
The young man took the telescope and continued to watch.
Soon, he suddenly noticed that near the headquarters building, there was a large group of soldiers wearing Army Special Forces combat uniforms, about a hundred people, running towards the helicopter base nearby at a very fast pace.
The young man's eyes lit up: "The Army Special Operations Team has been dispatched. They have a high chance of being here. Let Lao Liu and the others go over and give it a try."
"Okay!" The companion next to him immediately picked up the phone.
…
The Military Service Center compound near the First Corps base.
“Beep-beep-beep—”
The shrill alarm sounded continuously, and an officer was shouting in Chinese and English through the loudspeaker: "The fighting has escalated. All family members of the military service center are requested to board our vehicles and leave this area immediately! I repeat, the fighting has escalated, please..."
A large number of family members were packing their luggage and, under the cover of the soldiers, hurriedly left the room and ran towards the convoy.
In a room, Xiao Yan heard the shouting outside, and sat on the sofa unmoved, smoking a cigarette and looking at her phone quietly.
…
Five minutes later, at the helicopter base next to the First Corps Headquarters.
About twenty young men wearing the special combat uniforms of Yuan Biao's team, carrying tactical bags and guns, ran towards the helicopter formation at a very fast pace.
Not far away, an officer from the Army Special Operations Corps saw them and immediately walked over and shouted, "Stop, what are you doing?"
In the team, a young man nicknamed Lao Liu saluted him and said loudly: "Report to the commander, we are members of the first team of the Chinese Corps Special Operations Team. We have received an order and are preparing to reinforce! Are you going to Longcheng? Can you take us with you?"
The other party was stunned for a moment, pointed at his chest, and said arrogantly: "Didn't you see our military emblem? How can you, a bunch of non-staff personnel, act with us? Get out of here!"
Lao Liu glanced at him and angrily cursed, "Arrogant guy!"
After saying that, he led his team members and left the helicopter base.
…
Thirty seconds later, at the intersection of Sanhe Street.
In a dilapidated house, Yuan Biao leaned against the wall in silence, holding a communicator in his hand.
“Boss!”
At this time, one of his men ran over and said in a very fast tone: "There is movement over there. It is very likely that the Army Special Operations Team is coming here on a plane of the Air Force One Team."
Yuan Biao immediately turned around and asked him, "Are you sure?"
The other party nodded: "Our people have already confirmed it."
Yuan Biao was shocked, turned his head and looked at Yu Mingyuan, and said with a serious look: "Let's not move yet, let your second team do this..."
…
At the same time, Military Service Society.
"Ding Ling Ling!"
The phone on the table rang, and Xiao Yan immediately slid open the answer button: "Hello... um, um... OK, I get it..."
After the conversation, she hung up the phone and quickly left the room.