In Villa No. 1 of the Huating Special Operations Bureau, the lights are still bright.
There are nine single-family villas in Villa No. 1. It can be said to be the most luxurious place in the entire base. It is the residence of senior executives and VIPs of the Huating Special Operations Bureau. It is located in the center of the entire base. Even though this place is located in a barren mountain, it is the most luxurious place in the entire base.
Living in a villa is also a kind of enjoyment.
Tan Qinghua, deputy commander of the Eastern Theater Command, temporarily lives in Building 9 in Villa No. 1.
As a military general of the Prince Group, Tan Qinghua, who is just in his early fifties, has a thin body, an aging face, and age spots on his face. His hair is undyed and gray. He does not look like a powerful general who has just turned fifty.
Instead, he looks more like an ordinary old man in his sixties or seventies.
It is said that when he was young, Tan Qinghua was also a member of the Central Continent's special warfare system. At his peak, he was even close to a master of the Thunder Realm. However, he was captured by foreign forces during a certain mission and suffered all kinds of torture for half a month.
After being subjected to all kinds of torture, his absolute martial arts strength was ruined, and his body also suffered from the root cause of the disease, which has not improved for many years.
However, this General Nakasu has an extremely tenacious temperament. After being successfully rescued, he was transferred from the special operations system to the General Staff as a civilian officer. In nearly two decades, he worked steadily and rose through the ranks several times, and finally reached his current position.
On the subject, his life is almost a living legend, full of ups and downs, forbearance and wisdom. Within the Central-Continent military and special operations system, he is definitely a famous figure.
The lights in the villa were turned on very brightly, and the almost dazzling light filled every corner of the villa, making everyone's eyes uncomfortable.
But no one in the room spoke. Everyone just looked at Tan Qinghua sitting on the sofa quietly, cautiously.
Tan Qinghua sat quietly on the sofa with an expressionless face. In front of him was a stretcher, covered with a clean white cloth. Under the white cloth was the body of his son Tan Xilai.
Tan Qinghua has two sons. The eldest son does not understand martial arts. He is now serving as a combat staff officer and deputy regimental officer in a main division in the southern theater, and his future is bright.
The youngest son is Tan Qinghua. He has practiced martial arts since he was a child. When he became an adult, he was sent to Shura Dao. He had strict requirements on him. One of his two sons was civilized and the other martial. Tan Qinghua had high hopes for them, especially Tan Xilai, who had great will.
Determined, with amazing talents and a flexible mind, he has always been trained by Tan Qinghua as his successor. The relationship between father and son is very good. In Tan Qinghua's heart, Tan Xilai can be said to be the only choice and the last choice to support the Tan family in the future.
Good choice.
But now his biological son, who had high hopes for him, was lying silently on the stretcher, turning into a lifeless corpse.
The white-haired man gives the black-haired man a gift.
How painful does it feel?
No one can understand Tan Qinghua's mood, and even Tan Qinghua himself doesn't know what he is feeling now.
The moment he received the bad news, his whole heart seemed to be empty. There was no anger, no resentment, no sadness. Numbness seemed to be his only feeling. He just sat on the sofa like this, and as time passed, he didn't want to move.
, don’t want to talk, don’t want to do anything.
"Old Tan..."
Near Tan Qinghua, a middle-aged man in camouflage uniform called out but stopped talking.
He is probably about the same age as Tan Qinghua, but his image is completely different. He is a very tall man with black hair and a majestic appearance. The two gold stars on his shoulders, which represent the status of lieutenant general, look even brighter under the light.
His hair was bright and dazzling, but at this moment, when he looked at Tan Qinghua, his expression was extremely cautious and his voice was extremely soft.
Tan Qinghua, who had been sitting on the sofa for several hours, finally moved, but did not raise his head. He just slowly knelt in front of Tan Xilai's body and slowly stretched out his hand.
His hands were shaking violently, and his skinny fingers clenched the white cloth tightly and slowly pulled it down.
Tan Xilai's pale and livid face appeared in front of everyone little by little.
Tan Xilai watched silently, his mouth opened, but no sound came out for a while.
"Old Tan..."
The nearby lieutenant general in camouflage uniform took a step forward and couldn't help shouting again.
Tan Qinghua raised his head blankly, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice: "Yangtze River, my son was killed."
In the entire Huating, there is only one lieutenant general named Yang Jiang. Lieutenant General Gu Changjiang, the director of the Huating Special Operations Bureau, one of the elders of Kunlun City, and the backbone of the entire special operations group!
Gu Changjiang and Tan Qinghua have known each other for many years and have a very good personal relationship. Now seeing the desolation and confusion in his old friend's eyes, he also feels uncomfortable inside. However, no matter how uncomfortable he feels, he does not dare to act rashly now.
Everything tonight is a bit weird no matter how you look at it. Not only was Tan Xilai killed, but the young master of the Zhong family, Zhong Shaofeng, was also completely destroyed. Because the incident occurred so quickly, Gu Changjiang could not get specific information. Judging from the latest news, Zhong Shaofeng
He is still undergoing rescue operations. Whether he can escape from life-threatening danger depends entirely on luck.
But these two things were done by the same group of young people, and they were done by a group of young people with extremely complicated backgrounds.
Gu Changjiang couldn't see the essence of the matter for the time being, so how could he dare to act rashly?
He had a close personal relationship with Tan Xilai, but after all, it was just a personal relationship, and their positions were not exactly the same.
The Prince Group and the Special Operations Group have been advancing and retreating together in recent years. They are the closest allies. However, the allies are completely different from our own people. The difference between them is not big or small. Take what happened tonight as an example.
, if Gu Changjiang insists on coming forward now, it will be equivalent to the special warfare group intervening in this matter without a clear response from the Prince Group.
For such an approach, let alone the reaction within the special operations group, even the Prince Group would probably not appreciate it. Before getting the instruction from above, the only thing Gu Changjiang could do was to express condolences to Tan Qinghua.
"Don't be too sad."
Gu Changjiang hesitated for a moment, walked up to Tan Qinghua, patted his shoulder, and said in a low voice: "I don't want to see you like you are now in Xilai."
"He can't see anymore."
Tan Qinghua said in a dull tone: "Everyone is gone, what do you think?"
The ancient Yangtze River stopped talking and was speechless for a moment.
Tan Qinghua did not look at him, but gently stroked his son's cold face, and said softly: "We were having dinner together at noon, who would have thought that it would suddenly be like this at night?"
"You are very talented and have been smart since you were a child. You are much better than your brother. I originally expected you to take over my class, but I didn't expect you to leave without saying hello. You are so cruel. I usually
Everything I told you about being responsible and being a man has turned a deaf ear to you."
"You hold grudges. I have noticed this problem a long time ago, but I have never taken it seriously. Holding grudges is not a bad thing. Anyone who dares to feel sorry for us must retaliate properly. But you are stupid. You want revenge when you have no strength.
, but you still have to ask me to help you take revenge, what is this?"
Tan Qinghua knelt beside Tan Xilai's body, gently leaned down and kissed his son's cold forehead, and said softly: "Don't worry, dad will help you get revenge, soon."
Gu Yangjiang's expression on the side changed slightly.
A young man who was a little further away from Gu Changjiang and Tan Qinghua also changed his color slightly.
The young man was about thirty-two or thirteen years old and wore a pair of glasses. Although he was wearing a military uniform, his whole body exuded the gentle temperament of a civilian. Rather than saying he was a soldier, it would be more appropriate to describe him as a scholar.
Listening to Tan Qinghua's last words, hoarse and calm but revealing an extremely firm promise, the young man raised his eyes and said softly: "Commander Tan, please forgive me."
Tan Qinghua raised his eyelids and glanced at him. In a short period of time, he seemed to have completely calmed down. The general of the Prince Group sat back on the sofa, staring blankly at the young man in front of him, and said in an indifferent tone:
"Who killed Xilai?"
"This is what happened..."
"Let me ask you, who killed Xilai?"
Tan Qinghua interrupted the other party directly and repeated in a calm tone.
The bespectacled young man opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer for a moment.
Who killed Tan Xilai?
Everyone present knew the answer to this question, and Tan Qinghua also knew it, but because of his identity, the young man could never say it.
Because he is the secretary of Ning Zhiyuan, the commander of the Eastern Theater Command, and Ning Zhiyuan is Ning Qiancheng's father.
If the murderer was really revealed from his mouth, Ning Zhiyuan would be quite passive by then.
Tan Qinghua's question is simply heartbreaking.
"Commander Tan, everyone is very sorry that something like this happened. Commander Ning hopes that you can calm down and give you a satisfactory explanation. He hopes that you can focus on the overall situation and not affect your work. If it is convenient for Commander Tan,
If so, Commander Ning has some work matters that he would like to discuss with you..."
The young man spoke calmly, carefully observing Tan Qinghua's reaction as he spoke.
This is the main purpose of his coming here today. It is to express condolences, but it is better to say that he is looking for an opportunity to try to see if he can ease the relationship between the two parties.
Ning Qiancheng kills Tan Xilai.
On a small scale, it is the grudge between two young people, but on a larger scale, it is the grudge between two powerful figures in the Eastern War Zone. The pain of losing a son, this kind of grudge seems impossible to resolve, but with their status reaching their level,
Basically, there is nothing that cannot be discussed. The key lies in how important Tan Xilai is to Tan Qinghua.
Tan Qinghua raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him, gradually narrowing his eyes.
The already extremely depressing atmosphere in the hall instantly became heavy.
In just over ten seconds, cold sweat broke out on the young man's forehead, and his originally calm expression gradually turned embarrassing.
You can imagine how much pressure he endured as an ordinary lieutenant colonel under the gaze of an admiral.
"Tell Commander Ning for me."
Tan Qinghua finally spoke and said calmly: "I will put the overall situation first, after I avenge my son."
The young lieutenant colonel's expression changed. Looking at Tan Qinghua's increasingly crazy eyes, he finally chose silence.
"Yangtze River, where is the murderer?"
Tan Qinghua suddenly stood up, looked at Gu Changjiang beside him and asked.
“Yonghua Villa.”
Gu Changjiang was stunned for a moment and answered subconsciously.
"Fire!"
As soon as Gu Changjiang finished speaking, Tan Qinghua suddenly raised his voice and shouted.
"arrive!"
Outside the villa door, a loud voice sounded, the door was pushed open, and a burly man with a scar on his face appeared at the door, saluting Tan Qinghua.
Tan Qinghua said with a cold expression: "Assemble people, destination Yonghua Villa, and bring the murderer back to me."
He clenched his hands and added: "At any cost!"
"yes!"
The scarred man codenamed Li Huo saluted and turned around to go out without hesitation.
"Commander Tan!"
The face of the young lieutenant colonel, who had been silent all this time, changed and he said in a low tone: "Do you know what you are doing?!"
"I'm avenging my son."
Tan Qinghua's tone was cold: "Tell Ning Zhiyuan, if he has any different opinions, feel free to stop my people and see if he has the guts!"
The young lieutenant colonel's expression changed. After a long while, he snorted coldly, turned around and left quickly.
He is only Ning Zhiyuan's secretary and cannot make any decisions for Ning Zhiyuan. Now that things have reached this point, he must report Tan Qinghua's actions to Ning Zhiyuan as soon as possible.
"Old Tan, calm down, things are not easy tonight."
Gu Changjiang came behind Tan Qinghua and said in a deep voice, the exercise between the Eastern Theater Command and the Huating Special Operations Bureau was not large in scale. There were about two thousand elites in the Eastern Theater Command. Although the number was small, their overall quality was the best in the entire Eastern Theater Command.
Among the top two thousand people, Tan Qinghua can completely command about three hundred people. Once these three hundred people rush into Yonghua Villa, things will probably get out of hand.
Everything seems a bit chaotic tonight. Tan Qinghua acts so rashly, and there may not be an optimistic result.
"I can't calm down."
Tan Qinghua glanced at Gu Changjiang and said calmly: "Changjiang, I know your difficulties, so I won't make it difficult for you, but don't stop me either. I will kill anyone who kills my son! I will kill anyone who dares to stop me.
who!"
crazy!
Tan Qinghua went crazy.
Gu Changjiang's mind was buzzing, his brows were furrowed tightly, and his whole body felt weak.
Tan Qinghua ignored Gu Changjiang, just bent down slightly, held his son's body in his arms, and went directly upstairs.
Gu Changjiang stood there blankly. After a long while, he took out a cigarette and lit it. He took a big gulp of the cigarette, but his mind became increasingly confused.
Tan Xilai's body was sent back by Gu Youlan. Time was tight. He only briefly understood what happened. Without telling how the matter developed, just hearing about some of the characters involved tonight was enough to make people feel that this incident
The inside story is complicated.
Zhuang Huayang, Qin Weibai, Wang Yuetong, Ning Qiancheng, Li Baitian, and that Li Tianlan.
Gu Changjiang was not familiar with Li Tianlan, but what the other people meant was too obvious.
Academic school, Beihai Wang family, wealthy group, Shushan, and a mysterious Palace of Reincarnation!
Especially the foreign forces Reincarnation Palace. Although their development in Central Continent has been resisted by Kunlun City and Beihai Wang Family, the several cooperations between Central Continent and Reincarnation Palace in recent years have been extremely pleasant. Now Qin Weibai has a special status in the Reincarnation Palace.
Appearing as Li Tianlan's woman, it is said that he forced the Zhong family's mad dog He Dragonfly to kneel on the spot. Does Qin Weibai suddenly become so strong? Does it have any special meaning?
The ancient Yangtze River had a headache, and it felt like rain was about to come in Huating Mountain. One night, there was a situation like dark clouds covering the city.
The phone suddenly rang.
Gu Changjiang took out his mobile phone and looked at the caller ID. He suddenly became energetic. After answering the call, he called the city lord in a respectful tone.
There are two extremely prominent city lords in Zhongzhou, but there is only one who can make Gu Yangjiang so respectful, Gu Xingyun, the God of War in Zhongzhou and the lord of Kunlun City!
"Is Huating very lively tonight?"
On the phone, Gu Xingyun's voice sounded, so light that it was hard to tell what his mood was.
"It's more than just fun."
Gu Changjiang smiled bitterly: "It's chaos. The boy from the Ning family killed Tan Xilai. The youngest son of the Zhong family, Zhong Shaofeng, was crippled by a man named Li Tianlan. In just a short time, all kinds of monsters and monsters jumped out one by one. Old Tan also
I'm going crazy, and I was ready to gather people to take revenge a few minutes ago."
"It's really messy."
Gu Xingyun chuckled and said lightly: "But that's fine."
The ancient Yangtze River was silent for a while, was that okay?
The chaos in Huating is indeed not a bad thing for Kunlun City, but the current chaos is not caused by Kunlun City. As a result, the muddy water in Huating is deep and shallow, and they have no way to control it. They rush into the water. Really?
Can it serve the interests of Kunlun City?
"You should also go and have a look."
Gu Xingyun seemed to think about it for a moment before slowly saying: "Listen more and talk less, and wait and see what happens."
"yes."
Gu Changjiang responded in a deep voice, and then whispered: "City Lord, should we make preparations early?"
Gu Xingyun was silent for a while, and after half a minute, he smiled and said: "The preparations have been started a long time ago, but there is no need to rush to take action. How Huating's game of chess goes depends on the Zhong family, and Tan Qinghua alone can do it."
If it doesn’t work out, let’s wait and see.”
Gu Changjiang hummed, hung up the phone, stood there and smoked a cigarette, and then walked out of the villa.
Twelve o'clock in the evening.
Inside the brightly lit Huating Special Operations Bureau base, seven or eight military trucks roared out of the base gate and broke into the deep night outside the base.
Tan Qinghua, who originally asked security guard Li Huo to lead the arrest team, changed his mind temporarily. He placed his son's body in his bedroom and personally led the team straight to Yonghua Villa!
In Villa No. 1, Building No. 9 is quiet and quiet.
Villa No. 7, where Commander of the Eastern Theater Command Ning Zhiyuan is located, is equally quiet.
Regarding Tan Qinghua's deployment of troops and generals, Ning Zhiyuan, the number one figure in the eastern theater, remained silent from beginning to end without any obstruction.