On the first night of November, the central urban area of East 824 District did not seem to be particularly different from other days, except for the too frequent rumbling and popping sounds in the mountainous area north of the city.
However, in today's world, there will be some bloody conflicts every once in a while, between the army and gangs, between the army and the army, and between various social activists. Basically, everyone chooses to live in and around the central city.
We all have expectations in this regard, and we are all used to it.
After all, the frequency and intensity of such conflicts are better than those in lawless places far from urban areas.
Therefore, even if a huge convoy is passing by, all kinds of security forces are in full force, and roads are blocked everywhere, resulting in huge congestion everywhere during the rush hour, people can just curse a few words in their cars or at home...
It's good to go to work and make money to support your family. As long as the explosion is not on your head, I don't care who of you lives or dies?
In this way, the convoy traveled unimpeded and crossed the cross-river bridge.
Consul Wu Xiude in the car looked expressionlessly at the silver sword tower that was approaching, as if tearing apart the night, and the dark buildings that looked quite square and solemn. He was speechless. The motorcade passed by his official residence.
, but did not stop, but came to the base of the silver arrow tower, where the headquarters of the regional high-energy center and intelligent management center are located.
The two directly managed departments, which symbolize the absolute authority of the "Reclamation Corps", are very close to each other, but are separated by a high wall and fence in the middle. There is also a small door in the middle, showing the subtle relationship between them.
Wu Xiude has entered these two areas countless times. This time the convoy chose the Regional Intellectual Management Center, which is currently the headquarters that oversees the overall situation and captures the most wanted criminal and his accomplices.
Most of the convoy stayed outside the courtyard of the command center, and only a few vehicles were allowed inside. Consul Wu Xiude got out of the car, and under the dutiful protection of his bodyguards, quickly entered the main building of the courtyard. Although he
He is the consul and ruler of East 824th District, but here, no one even greets him at the door. The whole building is brightly lit, and everyone in the building has their own responsibilities, even if they are not, they must show
A similar state emerges.
After all, it was their director who encountered a life threat, well, that's what the intelligence showed.
Fortunately, Wu Xiude was quite familiar with the environment here and walked straight in. However, due to the setting of the authority area, there were fewer and fewer people following him. In the end, when he entered the comprehensive command center on the tenth floor of the building,
There are only close bodyguards and confidential secretaries left around him.
This was not over yet. When he walked to the center of this huge space filled with large screens, projection areas, and various visual data element information, and under the command podium rising from the ground, even the bodyguards and secretaries had to
Stop.
Wu Xiude climbed up the stairs alone. Various scanning equipment on both sides of the stairs continued to operate amidst low noises, confirming that his identity was correct. In this way, when he walked to the top of the podium...
Nothing happened.
The special one-way glass covered almost all the space on the podium. It was so gray that nothing could be seen inside. Wu Xiude had almost no place to step down, so he could only stand on the next step of the stairs, patiently.
wait.
At this time, he looked sideways. On the screens and projection areas of the command center, there were police cars that had been blown up and burned, smoke rising from the mountainous area, the beautiful lady in the interrogation room who looked embarrassed but looked good, and the city.
Somewhere in a courtyard - the lighting in the courtyard is soft at night, the lights in the main house are bright, but no one can be seen walking around.
While he was looking at it, an entrance appeared on the one-way glass. At the same time, the seemingly gentle female voice of artificial intelligence "Twelve" reached his ears:
"Mr. Wu Xiude, please come in."
From now on, open the door as soon as possible and call me "Your Majesty the Grand Consul"!
The corners of Wu Xiude's eyes twitched slightly, and he strode in. This was a very simply decorated room. It was more like a small reception room than a command post. The interior was designed in an almost evenly spaced layout, with four people placed there.
A sofa-like high-backed metal seat, the complex and precise mechanical structure is in the shape of an upright eggshell, concave and convex and smooth, and has a sense of design, but it is cold as metal and lacks a human touch.
However, when Wu Xiude's eyes fell on it, he seemed to touch a ball of fire.
At this time, two people were already sitting on the four high-backed metal chairs. He took a shallow breath and chose... In fact, he found his seat, sat down, and subconsciously moved his palms from the edge of the "eggshell" to the area that served as the armrest.
Sliding over, rubbing the cold and convex shell twice, he smiled at the two people:
"Sorry, I'm late."
Wu Xiude's eyes, mouth and nose are both large. Fortunately, his face is broad and can bear it. His smile looks thick, not too naive, and very approachable. This appearance made him win the title of Tao Yang, the former great consul.
However, at this time, the other two people in the room knew what kind of person he was, so they reacted indifferently and continued the topic between them:
"More than thirty people, including their equipment, were smashed into the mountain, which is equivalent to losing half of your 'Orange Palace Guards'. As a result, no one was seen... Zuo Tai, this is not an ordinary 'Category A' wanted criminal."
"I heard that no one died?"
"It's scary when there are no dead people."
Listening to the pretentious discussion between the two, Wu Xiude sneered in his heart, turned his seat, and looked through the glass at the various scenes presented in the command center. When he saw the situation in the interrogation room, he laughed out loud this time.
:
"That's 'Ms. Shanchuan', right? What happened? I heard that she went to pick up someone with her lover? But she ended up picking up a 'rebel'? Sister Zuo, don't you have a good relationship with her? I didn't ask.
clear?"
The meaningless discussion was interrupted, and Mrs. Zuo looked over.
Mrs. Zuo is a decent-looking old lady with short black hair. Even though her face is wrinkled, she always smiles. She is not tall, and her feet are half covered by the eggshell-shaped high-backed metal seat.
He may not be able to touch the ground, and he looks even thinner, but his voice is very clear:
"Cultivation of virtue, is it going well?"
"Well, the south side hasn't been affected yet."
"Your information is out of date. There are clues that they may have arrived at the south bank. You are lucky that you didn't meet them."
When they go to Nan'an, they also go to Fang Weixian's private residence. It's none of my business.
Wu Xiude cursed, but he soon realized: Mrs. Zuo has been focusing on playing cards these years and hiding her edge. He has not heard such shady words for five or six years.
This time, he was not angry but happy.
The important promise I got before is becoming very real... There is a way!
So Wu Xiude smiled, looked at the only empty chair in the room, and asked, knowingly, to change the topic: "Isn't Director Zou back yet?"
"He hasn't returned for a month. It's training and promotion. I'm envious."
The one who responded with a groan-like sigh was Fang Weixian.