At about seven o'clock on Friday night, a reception dinner was being held at the manor at No. 165 Central Avenue in Corny Township.
The manor occupies a large area, about the size of six football fields, and consists of four modern villas and a European-style castle that is nearly a hundred years old. The manor has picturesque mountains and rivers, shady green willows, and looks a bit like an ancient European aristocratic garden.
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In the old castle lobby, the reception dinner had already begun. Under the bright lights, well-dressed men and women were walking around, chatting with each other.
At a dining table covered with white sheets, Ruan Zhengtan was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, holding a red wine glass and listening to the soothing music in the room.
After defecting with more than 20 senior officials from the Old Triangle, he first arrived in District 5, where he waited for several days, and finally took a plane to District 1 to seek political asylum.
In fact, political asylum is a very nice word. It sounds like you have been unfairly treated, so you are forced to choose a new employer to protect you.
But in fact, this nature is to rebel against the "region" and the nation, because the prerequisite for political asylum is that you must be valuable and you must be able to bring some surprises to the new owner.
What is the surprise?
For example, Ruan Zhengtan has been a senior military intelligence officer in the Old Triangle for many years and has a lot of valuable intelligence on his own side and the Chinese region, 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 in Lao Sanjiang outside the district, 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. He said in his hometown dialect: "After walking around, there were many people from the District 1 Security Bureau, but the one with the highest rank was...
Rank of major general."
"Isn't this normal?" Ruan Zhengtan replied with a smile: "If you show the biggest card in your pocket, then the one who comes today will be the lieutenant general. Alas, only by showing value can you get corresponding treatment."
The fat man nodded slowly: "Where do you think we will be assigned in the end? What kind of treatment can we get?"
"It's hard to say." Ruan Zhengtan took a sip of red wine: "If you can create a separate department for us, give us some financial subsidies, work for two terms, and not be dismissed, this would be the best result."
"Are you so pessimistic?" the fat man asked.
"Otherwise? We only have these few people and these few resources, so why do you still want others to establish an army?" Ruan Zhengtan turned around and glanced around: "To put it bluntly, we people are not very valuable. Because
District 1 is not very interested in the old triangle. What they want is things from the Chinese District... If you can instigate a big figure from the Military Intelligence Department of the Chinese District, or destroy a key station, then it will be different, for sure.
It will be reused!”
The fat man bared his teeth and asked, "Do you have any ideas?"
"You are here, you must be running to save your life." Ruan Zhengtan smiled and replied: "Our Supervision Department has a lot of cooperation with the Chinese District. I really know a lot of internal information, such as what is hidden in Washington and
The military intelligence elements in New York City... I'm going to find two clear leads and get a military medal."
"Count me in! My whole family is here. If I can't stand here, where else can I go?" The fat man immediately requested: "I can't go to South Africa to dig diamonds, can I?!"
"Haha, easy to talk. Let's talk later." Ruan Zhengtan replied with a smile.
…
The main entrance of the manor.
Three black business SUVs drove over and stopped outside the railing.
Inside the door, a dozen soldiers with guns and ammunition immediately approached and automatically dispersed, forming a fighting formation.
The car window was lowered, and a middle-aged Asian man shouted in English: "Corporal, raise the railing, we want to go in."
The leading soldier came over, saluted and asked: "Please show me your ID, sir!"
The middle-aged man handed over the certificate 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 with a smile.
"Ha ha!"
A group of people in the car laughed, each took out their IDs and handed them out of the car.
The soldier took his ID and checked everyone's photos one by one before returning to the duty room.
In the watchtower, the leading soldier opened the guest list and began to compare the documents one by one according to the information and photos on it.
At this reception dinner, people from many departments came. The troops responsible for security had no way to use the system to verify identities and could only use manual verification.
About five minutes later, the leading corporal walked out of the duty room, saluted and replied: "Sir, we don't have your information on the list."
"Perhaps you can call my work to confirm our identities. Because you may not know that banquets of this size often have to temporarily add some guests. Please be smart, okay? Ours
Time is precious, Mr. Corporal." The middle-aged man replied with a sarcastic tone.
The corporal looked at the middle-aged man with disgust, patiently returned to the duty room, and called the upper-level organizer of the reception banquet. Because the ID the other party held was from the Regional Security Bureau, he was definitely not qualified to call there directly.
Call me to confirm the identity of these people. Even if you ask, they won't tell you.
About three minutes later, after the soldier verified the vehicle information, personnel information, and the number of people present, he walked out of the duty room, returned the certificates to everyone, and saluted: "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, I will give you the easiest job. You will go in last and be responsible for the reception."
Su Tiannan looked at him and replied: "Once the gun goes off, it will be difficult for us to get out."
"Those who dare to come here don't think about leaving first." The middle-aged man replied with a smile: "This is a war in peaceful times. We use money to do things, so naturally we have to risk our lives!"
Su Tiannan was silent.
"Get out of the car!" the middle-aged man urged, and everyone got out of the car.
…
Half an hour later.
Li Chenguang, the defected leader of the Old Triangle, stepped onto the podium amidst cheers and applause.
Li Chenguang's face was rosy, he waved his hand to everyone, and said in English with a solemn tone: "We feel heavy at the moment because we have left our hometown. But at the same time... we are also happy because we have come to a free place.
The big area, everything here is full of...!"
"boom!!!"
A dull gunshot sounded from the ventilation duct on the second floor.
"puff!"
Li Chenguang's head was shattered by a gunshot, and his body stood next to the brown podium. His hands were still grasping the table boards on both sides of the microphone, but his head was gone, and only his neck was still bleeding.
"Traitors must die!" shouts came from the ventilation duct: "Kill!!"
"Whoosh!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the hall instantly went out.
"Bang!"
Su Tiannan outside opened the car door, got out of the car with a gun, and cursed with a gloomy look: "cnm! How dare you mess with my family!!"?