In Tiancheng Group, Liu Zishu stood beside Qin Yu and whispered: "Baojun has not succeeded, Miller is dead."

Qin Yu looked at him after hearing the sound: "So fast?!"

"Just as soon as Baojun and the others were about to take action, there were people in the parade crowd who fired at them." Uncle Liu lowered his voice and said, "These people seemed to know in advance that we were going to do it. They dragged Baojun and the others down. When the police at the station heard the news, they rushed over to support him. Baojun saw that he couldn't fight, so he had to leave."

"Who did Miller?" Qin Yu asked.

"...I don't know, Baojun said at least there were no less than five groups of people to kill him. Songjiang North Station was in chaos, but the people from multiple anti-terrorism brigades, and the police at the station did not protect him." Uncle Liu Zi said with great information: "He was chopped down his head and threw it in the square in front of the station!"

Qin Yu frowned: "What about the people's reaction."

"The masses are very excited, and many people have gone to the square in front of the station." Liu Zishu said with some concern: "Miller is dead. It is impossible to force Zheng F to hold him accountable through the march. I am afraid that if the tone on the ground will dissipate, the movement will become smaller and smaller."

"This won't happen." Qin Yu shook his head: "On the contrary, more intense conflicts will come."

"Why?" Uncle Liu Zi asked in confusion.

"Because of Miller's identity, Fengbei will be in chaos. The General Administration cannot give a satisfactory reply from the Europeans. They may also make trouble. Songjiang has been in chaos for a week, but have you seen the leader responsible for suppressing the people cut off his head?" Qin Yu replied in a low voice: "Class, skin color issues will affect many people."

"That's right." Uncle Liu Zi nodded.

"If you ask Baojun to do this, who else knows the news?" Qin Yu asked.

"I gave him the order directly, and few people probably knew it." Uncle Liu Zi recalled carefully, then frowned and asked, "Is it because Baojun has frequently shown his face on the ground recently that he was recognized by someone. He deliberately stopped him and wanted to get the 500,000?"

Qin Yu thought for a while and said expressionlessly: "You need to check this matter."

"Okay!" Uncle Liu Zi nodded.

"Notify everyone that an hour and a half later, a meeting will be held in the conference room, and the decisive battle is coming." Qin Yu ordered.

"Okay." After hearing the sound, Liu Zishu immediately left the room.

...

It was almost ten o'clock in the evening, and Songjiang, which had been in trouble for a day, became completely quiet. A large number of parades dispersed to rest. The empty streets were full of garbage, weapons thrown away when the conflict broke out, and personal belongings.

At Songjiang North Station, Miller's head had long been taken away, and the police officers who were still staying behind were extremely depressed. They all experienced the shooting incident in the station just now and saw many of their companions sacrificed. In the grief and regret, they were also mixed with fear and fear.

On the side of the road, the police station and security companies have increased patrol efforts. At least three cars are at the intersection of each street, and all of them are equipped with a large number of live ammunition to prevent sudden attacks by the people.

At the southern gate, the people outside the area who wanted to break through the pass had dispersed. The special zone wall was blown out several large holes several meters long. At least 80% of them were paralyzed. The joint defense team members who were still staying behind temporarily built bunkers, sandbags, barbed wire, protective steel plates, ground striking belts and other military facilities, which were already everywhere at the pass, and even the joint defense teams were driving combat tanks and armored vehicles.

Under the dim light, a joint defense soldier leaned against the wall and asked his companion: "Do you think it's interesting? We are obviously military troops and are managed by the war zone, but now Songjiang is so big, the troops don't care about us at all. The people outside the district even called us political players... Who do you think we are provoking whom?"

"If you can get a salary, bonus, get a house, and support your family, I can hold a gun." My companion smoked and replied in a plain manner: "It doesn't matter who the boss is, I fucking understands it. There is no such faction in this era, and that group of people are willing to think about us! Whether it is the party and government, military and government, they are all working hard for the country. I just hope that ten years later, twenty years later, when the country is stable, my son can live in a good era."

The two were silent, looking at the distance in a silence, no longer communicating.

...

Fengbei Capital.

Mr. Yun sat in the car and asked softly: "Brother? Why did you ask you to do this? Shouldn't it be the General Administration to communicate with them?"

On the right side of the back seat, a man about 33 or 34 years old was wearing a decent suit and said in plain words: "Miller is gone, and the European-owned enterprises are reacting a lot. The General Administration is afraid that the talk will collapse, so he wants me to talk first, there is a buffer!"

The man's name is Xiang Zehao, who is recognized as the prince of the party and government in Fengbei Circle. He came from the position of Secretary-General of the State Administration of Government a year and a half ago. He is currently at the level of the rank, but there is no specific position. There are rumors outside that he was temporarily lying by the old man because of his family's infighting with his offspring. However, no one can explain the specific situation clearly.

The car slowly drove into a villa area in Fengbei. Mr. Yun, who was calling for wind and rain outside, immediately got out of the car to help him pull the door open. Xiang Zehao tidied up his clothes and walked down.

...

A few minutes later, inside the villa.

Miller's wife sat on the sofa in the hall and cried bitterly, while other European men and women were talking to each other in groups.

Xiang Zehao was invited into the study and met a middle-aged man in his forties. He was one of the representatives of the European and capitalists in the Nine District, who was in charge of several pillar industries in Fengbei and also held key positions in the Political and F. However, unlike Miller, when the Nine District was first under construction, he was a local citizen and obtained the first batch of permanent residence rights. He was a genuine legal citizen of the Nine District and had all basic rights and interests.

"Mr. Hebrew, long time no see!" Xiang Zehao reached out and said to him.

"Please sit down, Mr. Xiang." Hebrew shook his hand and greeted him lukewarmly.

Xiang Zehao bent down and sat on the chair outside the desk, whispering: "As soon as the news of Director Miller's death came back..."

"After Miller's death, I kept sitting here and answering calls." Hebrew inserted his hands and stared at Xiang Zehao with his blue eyes and said, "In the end, we decided to talk to the General Administration about this matter from the perspective of the European Union. We don't want to listen to official words or shirking the responsibility. We just want to ask the General Administration and the Political Bureau, when will the murderer be found, when will the company that riots in Songjiang be wiped out, or the organization will be wiped out!"

...

Songjiang City, Government Affairs Office.
Chapter completed!