At around seven o'clock on Friday evening, a reception dinner was being held at the manor at No. 165 on the central avenue of the town of Corny.
The manor covers a large area, about the size of six football fields, and consists of four modern villas and a nearly 100-year-old European-style castle. The manor is picturesque with green willows and looks a bit like an ancient European aristocratic garden.
The reception dinner has already begun in the lobby of the old castle. Under the bright lights, well-dressed men and women are walking around and chatting with each other.
Next to a dining table covered with a white sheet, Ruan Zhengtan was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, holding a glass of red wine, listening to the soothing music in the room.
After he defected with more than 20 senior officials from the Old Triangle, he first arrived in District Five, where he waited for several days, and finally flew to District One to seek political asylum.
In fact, political asylum is a very nice word. It sounds like you have been treated unfairly, so you are forced to choose a new employer to protect yourself.
But in fact, this is treason against the "region" and the nation, because the premise of political asylum is that you have to be valuable and be able to bring some surprises to your new employer.
What the fuck is a surprise
Take Ruan Zhengtan for example. He has been a senior military intelligence officer in the Old Triangle for many years. He has a lot of valuable intelligence from his own side, as well as intelligence from the Chinese area, and these things are surprises.
As for other types of senior officials, they either came with important information or controlled many important industries and personnel of the Old Triangle outside the area, so they were received so warmly.
In the hall.
A middle-aged fat man turned his head and glanced around, then bent down and sat next to Ruan Zhengtan, saying in his hometown dialect: "After walking around, I found that many people from the District 1 Security Bureau came, but the highest-ranking one was only a major general."
"Isn't this normal?" Ruan Zhengtan replied with a smile, "If you show the biggest card in your pocket, it's possible that the one who came today is a lieutenant general. Well, only when you show your value will you be treated accordingly."
The fat man nodded slowly: "Where do you think we will be assigned to in the end? What kind of treatment will we get?"
"It's hard to say." Ruan Zhengtan took a sip of red wine: "If we can set up a separate department, give us some financial subsidies, work for two terms, and not be abandoned, this would be the best result."
"Why are you so pessimistic?" asked the fat man.
"What else? We only have so few people and resources, and you still want them to give us a military organization?" Ruan Zhengtan turned his head and glanced around: "To put it bluntly, none of us are worth much. Because District One is not very interested in the old triangle, they want things from the Chinese District... If you can incite a big shot in the Chinese District Military Intelligence Department to defect, or take down a key station, it will be different, and you will definitely be reused!"
The fat man bared his teeth and asked, "Do you have any ideas?"
"Since you're here, you must be doing this to save your life." Ruan Zhengtan smiled and replied, "There are a lot of collaborations between our Supervision Department and the Chinese District. I actually know a lot of inside information, such as military intelligence elements hiding in Washington and New York... I plan to find two clear clues and get the medal of honor."
"Count me in! My whole family is here. If we can't stay here, where else can we go?" The fat man immediately requested, "I can't go to South Africa to dig for diamonds, can I?!"
"Haha, no problem, let’s talk later." Ruan Zhengtan replied with a smile.
…
The main entrance of the manor.
Three black commercial SUVs drove over and stopped outside the railing.
Inside the door, a dozen soldiers armed with live ammunition immediately approached, and automatically dispersed to form a battle formation.
The car window was lowered, and a middle-aged Asian man poked his head out and shouted in English: "Corporal, raise the railing, we want to get in."
The leading soldier came over, saluted, and asked, "Can you please show me your ID, sir?"
The middle-aged man handed over the documents impatiently: "Please hurry up!"
"I'm talking about everyone's ID," the soldier emphasized.
"Are you using your precious life to protect a group of traitors, corporal?" the middle-aged man asked jokingly.
"Ha ha!"
The group of people in the car laughed and took out their ID cards and handed them out of the car.
The soldier took the documents and checked everyone's photos one by one before returning to the duty room.
Inside the guardhouse, the leading soldier opened the guest list and began to check the documents one by one according to the information and photos on it.
People from many departments attended the reception dinner. The security team had no way of verifying their identities using the system and could only use manual review.
About five minutes later, the leading corporal walked out of the duty room, saluted, and replied: "Sir, we don't have your information on our list."
"Perhaps you can call my unit and verify our identities. Because you may not know, for banquets of this scale, we often have to add some guests at short notice. Could you please be smart? Our time is precious, Corporal." The middle-aged man replied sarcastically.
The corporal looked at the middle-aged man with disgust, and patiently returned to the duty room and called the organizer of the welcoming banquet. Because the other party's ID was from the regional security bureau, he was definitely not qualified to call there directly to verify the identity of these people. Even if he asked, they would not tell him.
About three minutes later, after the soldier verified the vehicle information, personnel information, and the number of people present, he stepped out of the duty room, returned the documents to everyone, saluted, and said, "You can go in, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel!"
"You are very smart." The middle-aged man waved his hand and winked at the driver.
…
Five minutes later, in the parking lot.
The middle-aged man turned around, looked at Su Tiannan and said, "You are new here, so I will give you the easiest job. You will go in last and be responsible for the response."
Su Tiannan looked at him and replied, "It will be difficult for us to get out once the gunfire sounds."
"Those who dare to come here don't think about leaving first." The middle-aged man smiled and replied: "This is a war in peacetime. We are paid to do this, so of course we have to risk our lives!"
Su Tiannan was silent.
"Get off the bus!" the middle-aged man urged, and everyone got off the bus.
…
Half an hour later.
Li Chenguang, the defecting leader of the Old Triangle, stepped onto the podium amid cheers and applause.
Li Chenguang's face was ruddy. He waved his hand to signal to everyone and said in a serious tone in English: "We are feeling heavy at the moment because we have left our hometown. But at the same time... we are also feeling happy because we have come to a free region, where everything is full of...!"
"Bang!!!"
A dull gunshot rang out from the ventilation duct on the second floor.
"puff!"
Li Chenguang's head was shattered by a bullet. His body stood next to the brown podium, his hands still grasping the table on both sides of the microphone, but his head was gone, leaving only his neck, which was still bleeding.
"Traitors must die!" A voice came from the ventilation duct: "Kill!!"
“Swish!”
As soon as the words came out, the lights in the hall went out instantly.
“Bang!”
Su Tiannan, who was outside, pushed open the car door, got out with a gun in hand, and cursed with a gloomy look: "F*ck it! How dare you mess with my family!!"