Volume 6 [The tiger is strong even when it goes to sea] NO.262 Lieutenant General Vincent
No.262 Lieutenant General Vincent (flighted home yesterday to rest, and will have an engagement party tomorrow)
Changes in this world have never been so complicated.
Various alliances, camps, interest groups, countless people, organizations and even countries are struggling to survive. This may be a game between the upper class elites, but it is obvious that the struggles of the people at the bottom are more severe and representative.
G20 or g7 or g8, those are not important. The political elite is more of a performance. Maybe it has a certain sense of mission, but as the old saying goes, those who are close to the ink will be black, and those who are close to the red will be red. I think
If you want to be alone and be a person who has no fish even if the water is clear, I'm afraid the end will not be pretty. Even in the end, the concept of g2 appeared, and the two behemoths seemed to be quietly trying to take over the world. This blue planet is half half for one person.
It looked good, but who knows, maybe the bigger one just wanted to monopolize it, so there was a secret war.
After 1999, I thought I might be about to take up the butcher's knife, but the great terrorist fighter Osama bin Laden did something earth-shattering. He asked George W. Bush to follow in his father's footsteps, which was great.
Both of them also focused the attention of Americans elsewhere, and won the legendary golden decade for the behemoth on the Pacific West Coast, a decade of relative peace both internally and externally.
Looking back at the past sixty years, I am afraid that there has never been a more stable life than these ten years. But ten years have passed, and when I look back, things have changed and people have changed.
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After the Fifth Fleet stopped its autumn operations, Vincent Jordan came to Bangkok, Thailand. Before Christmas, he would enjoy the scenery of Bangkok and the enchanting mixed-race beauties of Thailand. The blueprint in the mind of the American lieutenant general had already been
He thought about what kind of shock it would cause if what was about to happen, but he was just a wise general, not a US Marine carrying an M16 forward cautiously, let alone a fully armed demining engineer preparing to seemingly clear mines.
"If this were 1984, I would want to find Sean Connor."
Vincent Jordan was under a palm tree, drinking iced juice, wearing sunglasses, lying on a beach chair, and said this to a young girl who was riding on his waist and applying olive oil to him.
Of course, the girl doesn't know anything.
"At least I can see with my own eyes what the Terminator looks like."
The American lieutenant general's self-complaint is indeed a bit sad. There is no news about Jaguar Bonis. Although Huntsman visits the capital continuously, there is still no news in Zhongnanhai. I don't know how China's new leadership team is arranged.
The capital accumulated by a team by keeping a low profile and then a low profile. Yes, it is the capital that is rolling in. Although many gray interests are mixed into the interests of the progress of a huge nation, even so, Vincent Jordan still has to admit that now
They have the spirit of the Hundred Days Empire State Building, perhaps...even more powerful.
"How could a guy like Bonis miss? That Chinese tiger... is indeed a nuisance."
Of course he knew how powerful Bonis was, and he also knew that hunting a jaguar was an impossible task, but... Bonis was captured alive.
The fury of the staff allowed him to feel the fierce collision between CIA and Military Intelligence agents. Negroponte of the National Intelligence Agency almost wanted to commit suicide. In fact, he did exactly that, although he was rescued afterwards.
But now the actual leader of the National Intelligence Agency is a staff member of the current U.S. Commander-in-Chief O'zebra.
Everything was unexpected.
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In a three-story building complex in Nanding City, there is a long table in a room with a dagger stuck on it. The light is cold and there are countless dim lights projected in from outside the curtains.
, if only one person walks through the corridor, there will be an extremely loud reverberating sound, like a shout in a cave, full of uncertainty and coldness.
Newcomers, even if they walk here for a while, may have their faces change as soon as they hear the legends here, and they dare not leave the air. The temperature is thirty-nine degrees, but people inside, whether it is physical or psychological
, they have to endure huge pressure, and the cold is terrible.
Bah da bah da bah...
The sound of heavy and powerful footsteps is chaotic, but there is a neat spirit in the chaos. To be precise, it is precisely because this sound is so powerful that it makes this chaotic feeling even more charming.
At the corner is a T-shaped passage. Two teams of people came from both sides, civil and military on the left and right. The private leaned the steel gun on his body and stood up with a bang. He stood upright and gave a military salute.
The people standing here are all soldiers from several major provinces in the country. They may be a little poor at home, but their spirit and strength are not inferior to anyone. After seeing the visitor, they also have sincere admiration in their eyes.
After working so hard recently, I feel that compared with the hard training at home, the fighting here can better reflect their value.
A tall, strong, dark-skinned man in military uniform, flanked by two tall, slender women in military uniforms who walked swiftly and gracefully. They wore boat-shaped hats from the former Soviet Union and had very light makeup on their faces. They had a sentiment similar to that of female Kuomintang agents, but more
It is a kind of enterprising spirit, which is naturally superior in temperament.
"Chairman, this is an urgent message from President Ma."
As soon as I opened my mouth, the voice was very nice, but it was not annoying, but had a surprising mechanical feel, similar to the T1000 female liquid robot in The Terminator. The eyeshadow was very thin and the eyeliner was slightly outlined.
All of a sudden, even though it was just a secretary-like job, he was doing it so bravely and heroically that the group of gentlemen following behind him licked their lips and tongues.
"**, when you twist this ass, it's so fucking exciting..."
Hu Da's high-pitched voice came out. He thought it was a very low-key voice, but in this corridor, apart from the thud-tap-tap-tap of military boots, his words vibrated in people's ears.
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Chen Mingliang looked sideways. The two female soldiers in military uniforms in front looked askance and snorted, but they were just following the giant man walking in the middle.
The giant man took the urgent call from "Mr. Ma", shook his hand, and opened the paper with a swipe. This was a piece of intelligence from Bangkok, Thailand. Their intelligence was maybe a day later than elsewhere, but it was shorter than
Since a year ago all the information was just bullshit, it is naturally a lot better.
For safety reasons, they did not use GPS, but the Beidou navigation system. The country also wanted to test it, just to get data feedback from them. Now it seems that the effect is ideal, although it will not surpass GPS in one fell swoop.
But on a technical level, the gap has narrowed to an all-time low.
"What's wrong?"
Chen Mingliang took a step forward and walked over and asked.
Zhang Ben glanced sideways at him: "Vincent Jordan arrived in Bangkok secretly. It looks like he is here for vacation, but Mark found something. It seems that things have already stirred up trouble."
It has not yet been determined whether the troops who went on a killing spree in Nay Pyi Taw that day after Xi Danshui's death were the US military, but one thing is certain, those people must be professional soldiers, and very good professional soldiers.
We know full well that they were not responsible, but most of them, whether it is the domestic media in the United States or international commentators from other countries, have directly attributed this era to the interests of the United States.
Finally, it was concluded that although the United States could not obtain actual benefits from the Union of Myanmar, as they contained Cuban missiles and invaded Afghanistan, they may be pursuing other interests besides military victory.
All means that can contain China's rise are good means.
Yoshifuku Nakayama, a media commentator from a medium-sized Japanese military company, said this. This Japanese-American who once served in the United States and later immigrated to the United States put this reason to the point. Although it was not done by the U.S. military, his words unexpectedly
Be affirmed by a woman.
She is Hillary Clinton, a political woman who was almost abandoned by her husband. Of course, her shriveled brain cannot speak normal words in her position. Without the planning of her staff team, she cannot even give a normal political report.
None of them can be sorted out completely.
But this woman is almost the backbone of the G2 plan.
It is a pity that the rising Chinese political elites at this time have the same vision as their predecessors. At least for now, they still stand on the shoulders of great men and see the world, and at least they can still see the world like this for decades without falling behind.
Hillary's interview with Vincent was only a month ago. The matter was very low-key and the media did not pay attention to it. However, for other countries, any intelligence worthy of analysis is good intelligence.
So when Mark learned about this from Wang Yingming, he led a team to Thailand, which explained some problems.
The war in Afghanistan is about to end with the so-called "victory" of the US military. Whether Osama bin Laden dies or not is actually not important anymore. The Americans did what they wanted to do and showed their strong muscles to the earth.
Look, it also makes the whole world continue to be silent about his hegemonic rule.
Everything only waits for an opportunity, no one knows when it will start.
Perhaps, with the end of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, it is time to start in the Far East, or more specifically, the Western Pacific.
Therefore, China needs another person like Osama Bin Laden to capture the attention of Americans.
At this moment, Myanmar is stepping forward. Some people want to be heroes, some want to accept death as home, and even more people know what they are doing.
Only when you are decisive can you kill decisively.
However, just like the atmosphere in the late 1930s, it was as if gunpowder barrels were ignited all over the world at the same time, and the smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air. No matter where you were, there was the smell of gunpowder smoke. An atmosphere before the world war always lingered.
Above the heads of many powerful elites, as for those pseudo-elites with overflowing petty bourgeois sentiments, they are still immersed in the tenderness and sweetness of the peaceful and prosperous times, the prosperous years, and the fleeting years.
All kinds of signs, all kinds of elusiveness.
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"This... you can just call me Boss Shang."
In front of the long table, next to Zhang Bi, chairman of the Salween Special Zone Peace and Development Committee, sat a middle-aged man wearing a jasper ring on his hand, with slightly gray hair, eyes closed, and wearing a blue Mao tunic suit.
This person hasn't said a word yet, but the depth of nourishing his energy involuntarily attracts everyone's attention.
"Boss Shang?"
Several people around Chen Mingliang murmured quietly.
Liu Chengdong, Liu Chenghu and other senior disciples of San Xuantang silently looked at this middle-aged man with a mysterious background.
Boss Shang opened his eyes, glanced around, and sighed in his heart: It's quite impressive.
Naturally, he would not talk about the situation of Wen Cheng and Wu De unifying the world. Looking at Zhang Bi, who was still as calm as before, he couldn't help but admire Zhang Yaozu. The ancients said that giving birth to a son should be like Sun Zhongmou, I'm afraid this is not the case.
Sun Quan was strict and the emperor of Soochow divided the world into three parts. He was very courageous, but it was a pity that he could not guarantee it in the late festival.
In comparison, it is a relief to have a son like this tiger.
Shang Hexin suddenly thought like this.
He also felt that the thought he had had was a bit too sour. He envied Zhang Yaozu and felt a little embarrassed in his heart. However, he was getting better and better at cultivating qi, so naturally he would not express it in words.
In terms of contemporary nature, he and Zhang Yaozu should be from the same era. It's a pity that Zhang Yaozu, a devil in the world, also has a son who is like a tiger. He has been too clever for a lifetime and has not even a single descendant. I really don't know what it means.
A good thing or a bad thing.
"Long story short."
As soon as Shang Hexin opened his mouth, some of the cubs under Master Hu Da Gao were about to murmur, but Hu Da Gao glared at them and immediately lost their momentum and just stayed there motionless.
"…Condition."
Boss Shang raised three fingers.
He shook his index finger: "First, if the Americans want to use force, the peacekeeping force may become a multinational force at any time."
"Two" he raised his middle finger again, "According to the international environment, we need you to attract the attention of Americans. Domestic development requires a peaceful and stable external environment."
Everyone was stunned, and a few of them were about to shout "Why?" when they saw Zhang Ben glance around and suppressed all the resentful words in his stomach.
"Three, except for strategic weapons, there is no cap on weapons."
Boss Shang stretched out his ring finger, supported the table with one hand, and shook it. His face was expressionless. It was hard to tell whether he was serious or relaxed. It just made people think that he was definitely not a simple person. Anyone who wanted to speak just now would stop talking immediately.
When I heard the words "Uncapped", I already shut up.
The composition of the Nanding Army was complex. Many of the people who came were from the People's Liberation Army, and many were from the Biao Army that had fought at the border or suppressed rebellions. They were strong and strong, but they were also extremely loyal to the country and had clean backgrounds. That would be the case for the Han Dynasty.
Of course, the status of a good man is definitely not relevant. In terms of it, he is somewhat similar to Qi Jiguang's selection of honest soldiers.
Generally speaking, these people speak dialects from all over the world. If you ask them where they are from, I am afraid they only know three words.
"Vincent Jordan is not to be underestimated. He has rich experience in jungle warfare, which is beyond your imagination. He also has a record of commanding military-level units in Africa for half a year. If the Americans want to take action, they are closest to here and the most familiar with it.
He should be the one who knows the terrain of Indochina."
A person beside Shang Hexin suddenly spoke.
"By the way, his father, Bernard Jordan, once participated in the Vietnam War, so... he has a family feud with us."
Shang Hexin actually picked up a cup of tea and drank it...
The younger ones couldn't understand what he said, but people of all ages still knew that several squadron leaders had experienced in the army and were elite soldiers. The so-called family feud meant that this American father
, either dead or disabled. On the battlefield in Vietnam, these words meant resisting U.S. aggression and aiding Vietnam.
There were not many slanderous words, but the point was made, which still made people feel secretly happy. Zhang Bi glanced sideways, and Shang Hexin secretly thought: They are a group of people who are very willing to fight, but it is a pity that with such little wealth, once the war starts, they may not be able to fight for a month.
They couldn't hold on, but the central government was also pleased that Zhang Bi could take the initiative to attract the attention of the Americans. I'm afraid even the knowledgeable people in the court would be grateful to him.
To put it bluntly, if Zhang Bi is exposed, he will be like Osama Bin Laden and become a hate-mongering agent. The American soldiers are a bunch of wild monsters who were ridiculed and brought here.
As for whether the Nam Dinh Army will eventually become the second Taliban, and whether Zhang Bi's Hu Ben Festival will become the second Al Qaeda, it is still unclear. At least for now, the Americans have not broken their skin. To be precise,
Zhang Bila’s hatred is not enough. If there is only a thousand-man multinational force, it may not be enough to fill the gap in the Nam Dinh Army. That is to say, the Indian Asans are jumping up and down, and they are likely to use weapons in the Union of Myanmar to let the Chinese see them.
Awesome posture.
Up and down the Salween River, only Mark and a few others knew Zhang Bi's true thoughts. Among the squadron leaders down there, there were probably only one or two who could figure out Zhang Bi's thoughts. The soldiers at the bottom naturally didn't know.
They only know that those who can enter the Tiger Festival Hall must have a reason, and those who can carry their heads here and risk their lives must have a greater reason.
It is precisely because of this that Shang Hexin admires Zhang Bi's luck even more. Many domestic capital teams, in an almost crazy and deformed state, inserted blood vessels on the border between China and Myanmar, constantly giving Zhang Bi's fortune.
Interest groups have blood transfusions. And within the Huben Festival Hall, there are people like Mark, one of the best mercenaries in Southeast Asia, for strong support. It can even be said that confidants are easy to come by, but friends are hard to find. Mark, the last one to break the Seven-Star Flag of the Black Flag Army,
Jun, he really understood Zhang Ben’s thoughts thoroughly.
On the battle journey, when two swordsmen meet, the winner is not the one who draws the sword first, but the one who puts the sword away first.
Zhang Bi and Mark, before every battle, are probably already sheathing their swords in their minds.
"I have sent you the general situation. You can talk about the detailed questions and specific deployment requirements."
After Shang Hexin finished speaking, he stood up and said, "It's not convenient to participate today. Before tomorrow night, I hope to hear all your plans."
After that, he was about to leave, and his men opened the door. As soon as he took a step out, he stopped and turned around, looking at everyone in the hall: "Remember, this is the entire plan."
Stepping out, at the gate, there were two people standing on the left and right. One of them was two meters tall with a long knife on his waist, and a Luger 85 Guanshan. Opposite him, he was wearing a black coat, not caring at all.
It was a hot day in Wu Xingyun. This animal was holding a lollipop in its mouth, with a green light in its eyes. It looked like it was looking at prey.
When they saw these two people, Boss Shang's subordinates immediately guarded them. No. 1 and No. 2 were the two strongest people. When they saw Wu Xingyun and Guan Shan, their eyebrows trembled and they were uneasy.
He is not an ordinary person. Once he takes action, the consequences will be disastrous.
They knew that Zhang Bi would not take action, but these two people really couldn't tell.
However, Guanshan is nostalgic for the past, and Monk Shang is very helpful. Naturally, he cannot use the sword. But Wu Xingyun, the strongest swordsman, has eyes like a hungry wild wolf. He stares at people and makes them hairy.
"Wu Xingyun, I haven't seen you for many days, and I'm getting more and more nervous."
Without the tiger's body shaking and the aura of domineering, Boss Shang's short words and slightly frivolous tone loosened Wu Xingyun's murderous intent. Without him, it was just a change of identity.
At this time, Shang Hexin was not speaking as the commander of the Imperial Guards. Wu Xingyun at this time was not Wu Xingyun, the most powerful sword.
The two of them are just old friends.
"If I kill Vincent Jordan, is it appropriate?"
Wu Xingyun said with cold eyes.
"It's a little early. You should wait for your boss to make a decision and complete the arrangements before taking action. I'm afraid that by then, there will be a hail of bullets and bullets, and you won't even have a chance to get close to the American Lieutenant General."
After Shang Hexin said this, an armored Hummer had already driven over. This car looked very domineering at first glance. The armor had a strange shape around it, and the bulletproof glass on the front was as flat as a stone. After getting in the car, Shang He had no idea at all.
He replied, "Drive."
After saying that, the car started and left the building complex. Only Wu Xingyun, who was eating dust behind him, thought for a while and sneered: "It's really a calculation. It's a pity that I am no longer the Wu Xingyun I used to be."
In the car, No. 1 wiped the cold sweat from his forehead without leaving a trace, and whispered: "Mr. Shang, Zhang Ben and these ruthless soldiers will be a big problem for him at the end of the day, and they are also a big problem."
"Don't worry, before we worry about this matter, Indians and Americans should worry. There is such a tiger biting above the Indian Ocean and Malacca, attracting the attention of Americans here, it is not satisfactory. Although it is not inferior to the Middle East
Central Asia is so far away from the Central Plains, but it is still a borderland, and its influence on the country is minimal. Zhang Ben knows what he wants to do, and he also knows what the consequences will be. Do you think he is the same as you and me?
Humph, do you know why I have always admired him, and even disliked him a little because of this appreciation?"
Number 1 shook his head, very puzzled: Mr. Shang...does he hate Zhang Bi?
"For people like us, when you get to my position, you will know that feelings are useless. But for people like Zhang Bi, they are just a knife, and they can be cut out with one strike, and there is no way back... I
What I hate are these people who really care less about life and death than kindness, because such people make me feel very humble and small..."