Volume 13, Chapter 44, One Secret

Kong Qingzhong touched his neat short hair and was also sighing: "Without actual combat testing, how can I know what is right and wrong in the training outline? This time, commanding the troops into the city has benefited a lot. Unfortunately, I am not as good as yours, otherwise I really want to write something... Practical combat proves that modern urban warfare emphasizes communication and coordination. There are many things in the training outline that are wrong, and it is too outrageous..."

Although Zhao Daxi did not understand the art of command, he could still draw a touch of taste from the words.

He patted Lao Kong on the shoulder and comforted him: "You are still worried about this. Do you care whether he is right or wrong? I think you will never have the chance to go to the battlefield in your life."

Of course, Kong Qingzhong didn't think so, and refuted him: "What's this? I'm afraid that if I continue to make mistakes like this, I will be defeated if I fight."

Zhao Daxi kindly comforted him, and then accompanied him to go outside. Wherever he passed, the soldiers, police and soldiers stood attentively and saluted, showing unanimous respect to Instructor Kong.

After Kong Qingzhong returned the gifts one by one, he suddenly became relaxed: "This time the command of the troops entered the city because the matter was too urgent. The troops had not completed the training yet. I was afraid that something would happen, so I temporarily asked Minister Yang for command... The situation is stable now. In just a few days, I should hand over the command."

Zhao Daxi teased him half-jokingly: "Don't worry, this is enough to get enough of the war?"

Kong Qingzhong was not as good as him and waved his hand and said, "I never envy other people's things. It's not interesting to ask me to command this army without any reason. I, a foreign army officer, intervened in the internal affairs of other countries. Anyway, I don't think it's appropriate."

Although Zhao Daxi didn't think so, he didn't want to force him, and he could understand his mentality. Kong Qingzhong was such an iron-blooded soldier, and no one could persuade him to stay. After chatting with Lao Kong for a while, he took a bus to the Ministry of Interior Building, surrounded by a large group of military and police, and entered Yang Su's office. As soon as the door was closed, the two looked at each other, and they couldn't hide their ecstasy and looked at each other and laughed. Everything was silent.

After a riot, Minister of Interior Yang Su became the biggest winner. Not only was he popular as a hero by young people on the Internet, but he also actually controlled the most elite security force on the African continent, and from an insignificant role to the strongest member of the South African cabinet.

After Zhao Da smiled happily, he kindly reminded her: "Do you know we have moved, do you know the address of the new home?"

Yang Su glanced at him in anger, and his face suddenly became gloomy: "Asangqi told me that I never thought of poisoning him to death. He attacked me first... I will record this account first, and if I get angry, I will go to his house to load a few bombs."

Zhao Daxi heard him shook his head and laughed. They were always married for a hundred days. This couple didn’t have any love between husband and wife and wanted to kill each other. Why bother?

In any case, I still have to warn her: "Your image is very positive now, don't do anything randomly, just bear with it."

Yang Su had to nodded after thinking about it. It was better to have less things than to have more things in this situation. The right to secure the power as soon as possible is the serious matter. It is really not appropriate to touch the Duke at this time. While the two were talking, the guards came to report that the second person in the Intelligence Bureau who was caught in the port city of Cape Town yesterday had been escorted downstairs. Yang Su was instantly excited and hurried downstairs.

Zhao Daxi saw a white man with a black cloth on his head through the window, being pushed into the building by a group of armed military and police. He knew that with Yang Su's usual ruthless measures, the people in the Intelligence Bureau would be in trouble and would probably be completely cleaned by Minister Yang with various excuses, and to capture all the people who had been put in the Intelligence Bureau for many years. The poor Duke, who thought he was a clever trick, finally fell into a big flaw.

After sitting in the Ministry of Interior building for a while, he received a call from Ji Lin, and the Speaker invited him.

In the afternoon, the light car arrived at the Capitol building and sat in the office of the Speaker. Unlike the usual relaxed ones, there was also a group of military-style guards outside the door of the Speaker's office. Zhao Daxi easily sat opposite the Speaker's Speaker and soon noticed a large number of secret documents, some photos, and photos of the assassination case on the Speaker's table.

Zhao Daxi was actually quite guilty in her heart, and of course she remained silent on her face: "Madam?"

The black woman who was looking at the report was awakened by him and looked up and said, "Zhao, you are here. This is the entire investigation report of the assassination presidential case. Let's take a look, I want to hear your opinions."

Zhao Daxi was surprised and naturally made a embarrassed expression on his face: "This seems inappropriate."

Speaker Mbert was still very persistent: "Look, this investigation report will be announced to the media soon, and it is not a top secret."

Zhao Daxiu had no choice but to bite the bullet and pick up the materials on the table, and glanced at them a few times.

Fortunately, he was very mentally impressed and knew how to express his opinion carefully after looking at it for a while: "This gun seems a bit suspicious. What type of gun is this?"

Speaker Mbert quickly replied for him: "This is a US-made m24 sniper rifle, with an effective range of 800 meters and a maximum kill range of 2,000 meters. What is doubtful is not this gun but a gunman. Zhao, why do you think the gunman should hold a sniper rifle with an effective range of only 800 meters and shoot at the President at a distance of more than 1,000 meters?"

Zhao Daxi shouted in his heart that he had a secret to help. No matter how appropriate the arrangement was, it still revealed a flaw. This was an inevitable thing.

He had no choice but to honestly answer: "Unless the Gunners didn't really want to assassinate the president, they just wanted to create a mess?"

Speaker Mbert suddenly patted the table and nodded in agreement: "I have the same idea as you. If the gunmen intentionally want to assassinate the President, they can choose a larger caliber and stronger gun."

Zhao Daxi could only spread his hands helplessly and tampered with the bullet and defended: "Maybe the gunman couldn't find a better gun for the moment, and he was very confident in his own shooting skills... he couldn't say it."

It was originally a few nonsense words, but the Speaker thought about it for a while, and even more, Zhao Daxi was sweating in his palms.

Zhao Daxi secretly wiped the sweat from his palms and took the opportunity to remind: "There is another possibility. The gunmen feel that it is safer to shoot a thousand meters away. They are afraid that they will not be able to escape afterwards?"

This big truth really touched the Speaker's Speaker, and made Speaker Mbet nod, "It's very likely that Zhao, you are really logical in thinking about things, so I thought of asking for your opinion. Do you think there are other doubts in this case? Should you continue to investigate?"

Zhao Daxi naturally showed a deep thought expression and pretended to behave: "From me, let me see... the most important thing now is to give the public an explanation first, and nothing else is important."

At the same time, the secretary outside knocked on the door to report to the Speaker. The time for the press conference was up. Speaker Mbert frowned and thought seriously for a while before recognizing his opinion, he hurriedly packed up the investigation report on the table, then tidied up his clothes with the help of his assistant, and then announced the results of the investigation to the media.

Before leaving, the black woman suddenly looked gentle again and said softly: "Zhao, there is something else I want to tell you. After the new Intelligence Director takes office in a few days, I will authorize the Intelligence Agency to restart the investigation of the assassination of Mr. Mandela in 1998. I believe the truth will soon be clear."

Zhao Daxi was eager for her to say this, nodded respectfully and watched her strode to the press conference, and then she realized that his underwear was soaked on his back. He shouted in his heart that it was really deadly. It seemed that he would still do less shameful things in the future. It would be really troublesome to pack up. Fortunately, Kong Qingzhong is also a meticulous person and has wiped a lot of traces for him, otherwise it would be difficult to end this time.

After a glance, there was no one around and then he hurried out and went home to watch TV news.

The news came out a few hours later. The results of the investigation of the president's assassination case were found. The forensic doctor could not determine the identities of the two gunmen. They suspected that they were illegal immigrants from Mozambique, Linguo. They may be dissatisfied with the xenophobic policy implemented by the South African government in recent years and secretly planned to assassinate President Zuma and used firearms from the black market in downtown Johannesburg. The number on the gun even showed that the gun actually flowed from the South African Army gun depot to the black market.

In a rage, Ms. Mbet angrily threw the folder in her hand at the TV camera, scolding the South African Army for being incompetent, and actually letting such dangerous weapons of destruction flow to the black market. She also scolded President Zuma, who was still treating injuries in the hospital, and scolded President Zuma for condoning extreme xenophobic forces in South Africa. The implication is that President Zuma is simply self-inflicted, and being stabbed is the result of his condonation policy.

Zhao Daxi also knew very well when he looked at the TV screen. Speaker Mbert also had her position, and of course he had to use the opportunity to curse people. In any case, he was fooled by him this time, and the success of the success of the king and the defeat of the enemy. No matter how dangerous the process was, he was successful, and there was nothing to say. At the same time, he was alert to this kind of thing, not to repeat it. He was in the world and would be killed sooner or later, so he would still do less such things in the future.

Amid the roar of Speaker Mbert, in order to calm the public anger, the Military Commission had to investigate the South African Army gun depot. As the armored vehicles of the military and police forces swept the black market for firearms in Johannesburg, no one cared about the suspicious points in the president's assassination case. Poor, less than a year after President Zuma took office, he sat on the crater, and someone made a big fuss about his bribery case that year.

Zhao Daxi looked at the relevant reports on President Zuma's bribery case in the newspaper, and knew very well that someone else was investigating President Zuma, and there would be no one else except the Duke.

After reading the news, Yang Su couldn't help but sneer: "I'm increasingly confused about this old thing. What's the benefit of destroying President Zuma?"

Zhao Daxi smiled and replied: "There are many benefits. If you destroy a few more people, you can at least make the Democratic League more seats in Congress."

Even Lei Yongqiang couldn't help but curse: "Hey, this old guy is really smart."
Chapter completed!