The captain of the guard who was guarding Shen Jiahong saw the flickering light spots in the sky, and the corners of his eyes twitched violently: "Brother Shen, it's a butterfly fighter!"
"Sof's support has arrived!"
When Shen Jiahong saw the rapidly approaching light spot, a look of solemnity appeared in his eyes: "Evacuate quickly!"
The captain of the guard looked anxious: "I'm afraid it's too late to evacuate. The butterfly fighters are too fast and our airship can't get rid of them!"
Wu Mian looked deeply at the sky and said solemnly: "Butterfly fighters have speed, but weak firepower. Start a fight and kill them!"
Shen Jiahong whispered: "Brother Ninth! You should think twice about this. We came to Wangling Prison to rescue you. This matter is excusable, but once we fight back, it will be suspected of civil war! The Ninth Division is an armed organization after all. , if you are labeled like this, the people who target you will take advantage of you!"
Wu Mian waved his hand decisively: "Now that things have happened, not being able to leave this place is the real trouble. Since we have already broken up, don't worry about it. Leave the prison first, and I will handle the follow-up matters!"
"clear!"
Seeing the airship lowering its altitude, Shen Jiahong threw down the rope ladder and issued an order in the communication system: "Give the expulsion order to the incoming fighter formation!"
Wu Mian reached out and grabbed the rope ladder, and was quickly pulled into the airship.
It wasn't until this moment that his tense nerves relaxed.
When the airship commander saw Shen Jiahong boarding the ship, he came over and said: "Sir, we passed the expulsion order to the arriving fleet, but the other party in turn asked us to undergo inspection, otherwise it will be regarded as an armed invasion."
"Don't show any shame!"
Shen Jiahong's face darkened: "Fire authority has been issued. Once the enemy aircraft enters the range, it will be shot down directly without warning."
As Shen Jiahong's order was issued, the airship they were in began to increase in altitude, and the other two escorting airships separated from the fleet and stood between the airship and the approaching fleet.
There was a buzz in the air, and a giant net composed of lasers appeared in the void in front of the two airships.
"call out--"
The wingman on the opposite side took the lead in attacking and launched a missile towards the airship.
"Buzz!"
The laser net in the sky roared and shot towards the aircraft group, and continued to expand in the air.
Facing the attack, the wingman at the front did not dare to take it lightly. He immediately lowered the nose of the aircraft and tried to get through the gap in the laser net.
But after the fighter jet approached the laser net, an alarm began to appear on the instrument panel quickly. The high temperature in the air and the chaos of the magnetic field caused the fuselage to shake violently. The wings were swept by the laser and broke like butter through a knife.
As the fighter plane fell, the pilot subconsciously put his hand on the edge of the seat, preparing to activate the ejection escape device, but a second laser net followed.
…
On the other side, Wu Mian was already sitting on the return airship.
Shen Jiahong walked up to him and whispered: "Brother Ninth, our escort airship has eliminated the fleet of Wangling Prison and has begun its return journey. We can arrive in Kyoto in twenty minutes. I'm worried now..."
Wu Mian interrupted Shen Jiahong: "After arriving in Kyoto, you can return on your own. I have to go out to do something."
Shen Jiahong heard that Wu Mian had just been taken out and was about to leave. He was slightly stunned: "Brother Ninth, we have made such a big noise in Wangling Prison. There should be many eyes staring at you now. You are in this situation." Isn’t it too dangerous to leave rashly?”
"It is precisely because there is such a big commotion in Wangling Prison that I have to deal with the aftermath as soon as possible, otherwise things will change when others come to take the initiative to pursue the case."
Wu Mian dismissed Shen Jiahong's concerns. After making his decision, he returned to the exclusive lounge and dialed a number using an encrypted phone: "I have something urgent and I must see you."
…
Forty minutes later, Wu Mian drove a wheeled car into a forest farm on the outskirts of the city, driving on a familiar mountain road.
This forest farm belongs to an official research institute. In the name of plant research, no one is allowed to approach it.
However, after Wu Mian's car arrived, he was not blocked and did not see anyone.
From the dense forests on both sides of the road, there was a rustling sound, and countless figures were following the vehicle quickly.
After speeding along, the vehicle stopped in front of a manor in the mountains.
As soon as Wu Mian got out of the car, a well-dressed middle-aged man stepped forward to greet him: "Mr. Wu, long time no see."
"Hello."
Wu Mian nodded slightly, rarely putting away his arrogance, and had a very humble attitude toward the middle-aged man: "Is Mr. Zhou here?"
"Here, Mr. Zhou is receiving guests, but he told me that when you arrive, I can bring you in directly, please!"
The middle-aged man turned aside to let Wu Mian enter the manor, and continued to tell him: "After you enter, you can wait quietly, but please don't make any noise."
Wu Mian nodded lightly: "Don't worry, I understand the rules."
While the two were talking, the middle-aged man had already led Wu Mian into the manor.
The evening breeze was blowing, and the yard was very quiet, with the occasional chirping of insects and birds, so leisurely.
But Wu Mian knew very well that the defense level of this place was the best in the entire Kyoto.
Because this place is the private residence of Zhou Linsheng, the head of the coalition government, he secretly knows how many eyes are staring at him.
The villa inside the manor was luxuriously decorated. When Wu Mian entered the hall, Zhou Linsheng was sitting by the window, wearing a formal suit.
Opposite him, a middle-aged man was sitting in front of the drawing board, waving the brush attentively, painting a portrait of Zhou Linsheng.
Wu Mian was brought into the hall by the middle-aged man. He did not come forward to disturb him, but sat on the sofa aside and waited quietly.
Zhou Linsheng is less than fifty this year, and his first impression is that of a gentle and kind person.
This person's resume is quite miraculous, because the faction he belongs to is a civilian faction composed of poor students. It is considered to be the weakest and least established among the major factions in the coalition government.
However, Zhou Linsheng became a dark horse among the civilian faction. He broke out of the siege and reached the pinnacle of power, becoming the youngest leader in the history of the coalition government. This shows his excellent governance ability.
Painting is different from taking pictures, it is a slow and patient work.
Wu Mian waited for forty minutes until Zhou Linsheng got tired of waiting and said to the painter in front of him: "Mr. Shengu, you must be tired after working for so long. Have a cup of tea and take a rest."
"Okay! It's up to you!"
The painter added a stroke of luck, then stood up from his seat and bowed his head in greeting.
Zhou Linsheng also turned his attention to Wu Mian: "You have been sitting here for so long, are you tired of waiting?"
"Fortunately, I apologize for disturbing you late at night." Wu Mian responded politely and said, "Mr. Zhou, I came to see you for something very important."