Next to the fish pond.
Lao Li held the fishing rod and whispered, "Let them hang out for three days. After three days, the municipal government will hold a reception dinner and invite Han Xian and others to come and have a gathering."
"What if he doesn't come?" Su Tianyu asked.
Lao Li turned around and looked at his beloved disciple: "You are so stupid, if I go, how can he not come?"
"Haha, aren't you sick?" Su Tianyu asked with a smile.
"I'm fine now, isn't it?" Lao Li put down his fishing rod and slowly stood up, sighing and saying, "Politics! Politics is about getting sick when you should get sick, and getting well when you should get well. Everything is not based on the body's will."
…
Three days later, Longkou District, Longcheng City.
A guard company commander from the garrison headquarters was eating his battalion headquarters' working meal in his car.
Across the street, more than 20 soldiers from the terrorist squad were patrolling the streets with live ammunition. They were less than a hundred meters away from the patrol convoy of the garrison.
The weather was hot. A team leader of the terrorist squad walked across the street and asked the company commander in the car in a familiar manner: "Will we still follow the old rules to assign the positions for the afternoon?"
"Yes, long live friendship, let's patrol together!" the company commander responded with a smile.
"Okay, I'll arrange some people later." The leader of the terrorist team glanced inside the car and saw that the other party was eating communal meals. He immediately asked, "Is this what the headquarters' security unit eats?"
"We didn't eat this before, but you guys messed with us this time. The higher-ups are getting stricter and stricter, so we can only deal with it while we're alive." The company commander replied softly.
"You are not our culprit, you can't say that." The leader of the terrorist team asked casually, "Okay, the night is over, let's have a drink together? I'll treat you!"
"Okay, it happens that I have a day off today, let's drink together!"
"Okay, I'll find you tonight."
After saying that, the team leader turned around and walked back.
These three days were the three days when Longcheng’s political and military departments were most united. In each patrol area, one could often see people from the military and police departments sitting together bragging, drinking and chatting.
This grand occasion made the people of Longcheng a little confused for a moment. They couldn't understand why the two gangs who were fighting like enemies some time ago could be so harmonious today
In fact, regardless of the will of the upper echelons, the soldiers and terrorists below are just ordinary people who are busy with their daily lives. How can they have any deep hatred? They are just following orders.
…
Longcheng, inside the reception hall of the municipal building.
“Bang!”
Han Xian threw several photos of garrison soldiers and terrorist team members patrolling together on the table, frowned and said, "It's just a trick! They fought so hard some time ago, and now they are wearing the same pants?! Who would believe it!"
A man at the vice-ministerial level next to him interjected, "Old Han, don't underestimate the inspection conducted by the garrison and the municipal government this time. To some extent, Tan Hengqiang and Lao Li are in the same situation, and they do have the possibility of rebellion."
"Even if Li Mingsheng has eight hundred guts, he wouldn't dare to rebel now!" Han Xian waved his hand and said, "Let's not talk about it anymore. Let's talk about the response from the municipal government."
"No reply, just that I will be attending a reception tonight, and Lao Li will also be there."
"Listen to me, don't spoil him tonight." Han Xian said bluntly: "Issues of principle are not negotiable. Lao Li is now trying to break free from the reins. We must give him a warning."
"Yes!" The deputy minister nodded.
…
In downtown Washington.
Tan Hengqiang and An Zecheng had been staying in the reception center for nearly four days, but still no one had talked to them or asked them to make a work report.
This kind of silent cold violence is the most torturous, because even God cannot guess what the content of the meeting is, let alone how many people are targeting the garrison and the 55th Army.
“Boom boom!”
There was a knock on the door. Tan Hengqiang got up and opened the door. He saw Lao An appear in front of him with two bottles of white wine and some braised food.
"Oh, you are doing well, better than me. How can you get some wine?" Tan Hengqiang said self-deprecatingly.
An Zecheng stepped into the house and replied softly, "I still have a lot of comrades in arms in Washington, and they also work in the regional council. Even if they can't send anything else in, it's not a problem to get two bottles of wine."
"Oh, I'm suddenly free now, and I'm a little uncomfortable for a while." Tan Hengqiang took the initiative to move a broken chair and placed it next to Lao An.
The two of them sat down, opened the braised food, and unscrewed the bottle of white wine.
In fact, in the past few days, Tan Hengqiang and An Zecheng have lost the right to contact the outside world. Although the regional council did not confiscate their mobile phones openly, it installed a signal blocking system in the entire building, which was considered to give the two generals enough face.
Tan Hengqiang took off his spotless military uniform, reached out to pick up the wine bottle, and offered to pour some wine for Lao An.
"Come on, I'll do it myself!" Lao An said politely.
"Haha, now that we've gotten to this point, let's stop pretending. You're not the army commander, and I'm not the commander anymore, so just be casual." Tan Hengqiang filled Lao An's glass with white wine and asked softly, "Tell me, how many people are downstairs right now, and who want to kill you and me?"
An Zecheng tore off a piece of chicken leg and looked at Tan Hengqiang with his eyes like torches: "Fake and true, true and false, there are too many tricks. If you ask me, if you and I are really going against the will of heaven, what can we do?"
When Tan Hengqiang heard this, he stopped pouring himself a glass of wine and looked at Lao An in surprise, as if he had never expected the other party to say such a thing.
"Haha, how is it?" Lao An asked.
Tan Hengqiang pointed to his bedside table and said, "Old An, don't say that. We have monitoring equipment in our room."
"Ah, there is equipment, then let's not talk about it." Lao An replied indifferently, raising his glass: "Come on, let's go!"
Tan Hengqiang pointed at Lao An and said, "You, you! You are bold, but sometimes you act too honest. But you are not bold, but at the critical moment... you are more domineering than me and dare to say anything."
"Haha." Lao An smiled and didn't argue with him.
In the monitoring room of the reception center, a military intelligence officer took a detailed record of Lao An's words and marked the key points with a red signal pen.
…
Regarding the garrison in Longcheng.
Tan Mingchao was under too much psychological pressure because he hadn't contacted his father for three or four days.
Tan Mingchao had no idea what the situation was in District 1, and he was a little panicked.
In the office, a chief of staff looked at Tan Mingchao and said, "This is not a solution. Why don't we make some noise and force the regional council to compromise!"
The reception dinner started at 7:30 in the evening. After Han Xian and his people arrived, Lao Li arrived late.