Wu Zien turned to look at Director Jin's livid face, deliberately pretending to be confused and asked him: "Chief Jin, where are you going back to? Home or the capital?"
The national security department has many secret bases in the city, which are places they call "home". Returning home means the mission continues, while returning to the capital means the mission ends.
"Go home first." Director Jin said. He was unwilling to show his frustration in front of Wu Zien. The investigation and punishment of Liu Ziguang and the Red Star Company was the result of Director Jin's insistence in front of the leadership. Although some seniors in the department called Red Star
He has a military background, but Director Jin firmly believes that he has contacted the Second and Third Departments of the General Staff Department to further confirm that Liu Ziguang has no military experience, and that Li Jianguo, the number two figure in Red Star Company, is also a disciplinary soldier who was dismissed by the military.
So Red Star should be a civilian armed group without military background.
The seniors all sneered at Director Jin's rhetoric. How could a director of the National Security Bureau casually inquire about the military's secrets? Although the two sides would occasionally cooperate, they would not be so open and honest. However, they despised it.
Contempt, no one can offend Director Jin and his backers, everyone is happy to see him embarrassed after hitting the wall.
What surprised Wu Zien was that Li Tianxiong, the old agent who recommended Red Star Company and Liu Ziguang, did not object to Director Jin's proposal to clean up Liu Ziguang. You know, Liu Ziguang was very close to Lao Li's daughter, and he might become his bedmate's son-in-law.
, but Wu Zien was relieved immediately. It was not that Lao Li didn't love talents, let alone his daughter. It was precisely because he didn't want his daughter to become a widow again that he went along with the situation and borrowed a knife to kill people. He used Director Jin's knife to eliminate Liu Ziguang, a dangerous person, from his daughter.
Lose.
Old agent, he crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. A little kindness will ruin his own life and the happiness of his family. Wu Zien knows this very well and understands it very well.
Now something like this suddenly happened. Liu Ziguang has an unexplainable relationship with the deputy commander in charge of special operations of the Southeast Military Region. This makes Director Jin dare not take action without authorization. Luo Kegong is a lieutenant general, deputy district level. It is said that
He is about to join the General Staff to take over the position of a certain deputy chief who is about to retire. How can such a tough person be shaken by a mere director of national security? Anyone who is familiar with Luo Kegong knows that this old guy is very protective of his people.
You must first weigh how many kilograms you weigh.
…
On the suburban road, three Hummer-like off-road vehicles were driving leisurely. The closer they got to Nantai County, the more difficult the road was to walk on. The cement pavement was damaged by large trucks that had been overloaded for a long time. Every few
A large piece of the road collapsed every kilometer, and road maintenance workers fenced off the collapsed section. The asphalt in the mixer truck gave off an unpleasant smell, adding to the scorching heat.
The driver of the military vehicle was very skilled, but after being stuck in a traffic jam for a long time, he became anxious and angry. He looked for an opening and moved forward. A car was coming from the opposite direction, and the wide front bumper of the Warrior scratched the wing of the oncoming vehicle.
The board suddenly appeared a shocking scratch.
It was a semi-new, but not old, domestically produced car. There was a family sitting in the car, old and young, with boyfriends and daughters, all natives of Nantai. When the car watcher saw that it was a military vehicle, he started shouting that he wanted to pay two thousand yuan.
I only let you go if you have to pay 1 yuan.
The driver of the military vehicle was also used to being arrogant, so he was not willing to be blackmailed. The two sides couldn't argue, and were about to call the police to deal with it. Suddenly, a horn sounded, and a group of menacing off-road vehicles came behind them. They were painted in black and had red stickers on the doors.
The words Five-Star and Morning Light Militia were written on it. When he saw the traffic jam in front of him, a man wearing camouflage uniforms and a major's military insignia jumped out of the car and walked over with several soldiers to see what was going on.
Seeing one of his men coming, the driver of the military vehicle quickly stood up and saluted. It was unclear who he was, but he was indeed very impressive. The brim of his hat was lowered low on his eyebrows, and the sleeves of his camouflage uniform were rolled up high, revealing his strong bronze muscles.
Several soldiers are also tall and mighty, armed and tightly packed, and they look like elite soldiers at first glance.
The leader was Major Liu Ziguang. He asked with great dignity: "What's going on?"
Seeing that he looked like a leader, the driver of the civilian vehicle complained to him about the arrogant attitude of the military vehicle. The driver of the military vehicle also argued with reason. At this time, the people in the warrior vehicle also got out. They were the same people he had seen at the gate of the military division headquarters yesterday.
Sekino.
Liu Ziguang nodded to him, then pulled the driver of the car aside and said, "It's the Nantai County Government car, right? It's their fault that they wiped your car, but if the public car is used for private use, you are also at fault. I and you guys
The assistant to the county magistrate, Xiao Zhou, is a classmate, and we are all on our own. Why not ask them to give you three hundred yuan, and I will introduce you to an auto repair shop. The sheet metal spray painting will be done, and you will save money on insurance and alert the higher authorities. You
Is that true?"
The limo driver thought for a while and said with conviction: "Brother, thank you, smoke."
Liu Ziguang took his cigarette and came over to mediate a few words. The military vehicles did not want to make a big fuss. There would be no benefit in going to the military affairs office of the military division if there was a dispute with local vehicles. When he saw that the other party no longer insisted, it was okay to open his mouth.
, gave three hundred yuan, and the two parties shook hands and made peace.
Then Liu Ziguang sent people to divert the traffic. A dozen tall and powerful soldiers with helmets on their heads and combat boots stood on the road. They were not angry and intimidating. How dare the drivers disobey. The congestion gradually eased. Guanye admired him very much.
Said: "Manager Liu, thank you, by the way, what are you doing?"
Guanye's suspicious eyes fell on his military rank insignia, and Liu Ziguang smiled heartily: "I am a major and you are a major. I am a reserve. I am taking my brothers to the countryside for training. I didn't expect to meet him.
It’s you, what a fate.”
Guanye suddenly realized: "No wonder I met you in the military subdivision yesterday. Your militiamen were also training. Why don't we come together? It's more convenient."
Liu Ziguang's eyes flashed cunningly, and he smiled and said: "Okay, let's have a social gathering with our brother troops." He took out a cigarette and smoked it for Guanye.
Sekiye declined: "Thank you, I don't smoke."
"There's no soldier who doesn't smoke, take it," Liu Ziguang said.
"Really don't smoke, this is discipline." Guanye waved his hands repeatedly, not seeming to be faking.
After the road was clear, the convoy continued to move forward. Soon, a strange scene appeared outside the window. Barren mountains and ridges were only the color of loess. This was a man-made "scenic spot" in Nantai County. Excessive felling of trees caused serious soil erosion.
, there is no grass growing on the mountain, and at the foot of the mountain is the bottom of the dry gully formed by the diversion of the Huaijiang River, and large tracts of loess river beach, resembling a desert scene.
Guanye asked the driver to pull over, and the convoy of militiamen behind him also stopped. Liu Ziguang came over and said, "The scenery here is so beautiful. The harsh mountains and rivers can simulate the environment of Afghanistan."
Guanye smiled, asked his men to drag the equipment out of the car, and said: "We plan to camp here, you might as well forget it here."
Liu Ziguang said: "Okay, we can also have a bonfire party or something in the evening."
This is an inaccessible river valley with poor vegetation. Even nearby farmers do not come here to graze their sheep. However, it is better this way and is suitable for troop training. There are only ten people in Guanyo. It seems that the organization is just a squad, but the equipment and weapons they carry
But it is shocking. Not to mention military tents, compressed dry food, canned drinking water, field quick-heating rations, Type 95 automatic rifles, etc., there are also mysterious military green canvas bags with unknown items in them.
Look at Liu Ziguang and his group of militiamen. They don't even have guns. They only have a few engineering shovels, a few black iron pots, and pockets of rice, noodles and vegetables. Together with their so-called outdoor training, they have a picnic.
The soldiers under Guanye all wear sword armbands on their arms. They are all dark and lean, with sharp eyes, especially with an indescribable pride in their expressions. This is a pride that only elite soldiers can have, especially those in the militia reserves.
In front of me, this pride became even more intense.
After Guanye and the others set up their tents, they erected a human-shaped steel target on the dry river bed. The distance ranged from a few hundred meters to more than a thousand meters. Then they opened the equipment bag and took out a stick with a rigid shape and rough and simple lines.
A large-caliber anti-equipment sniper rifle came from the car, and a green-painted ammunition box was lifted out of the car. It was filled with neat meters of large-caliber bullets. After unpacking them, they pressed them into the gun one by one.
, and at the same time looked disdainfully at the group of militiamen who had never seen the world, expecting them to be dumbfounded and drooling, but unexpectedly the militiamen comrades started to comment disdainfully: "The 50mm bullet is just not good, the size difference is huge."
Now, if we really want to fight, 14.mm is fine."
How did the soldiers of the special forces know that the opponent was a militia member of the anti-aircraft artillery regiment? They had never seen any ammunition. Even the weird-looking anti-equipment sniper rifles had been seen on TV and computers. Who would be surprised?
Guanye was kind enough and took the initiative to introduce: "These are a batch of new guns sent by the construction factory for testing. They have not yet been officially finalized. The army has organized several small teams to go to various places for testing. The topography of Nantai County is relatively complex.
There are mountains, forests, plains, deserts, rivers and rivers, so our group came here.
Guanye had people spread straw mats on the ground, took an anti-material rifle himself, lay on the ground and set up the tripod, adjusted the various knobs on the scope according to the temperature and wind speed, and after looking at it for a long time, he suddenly pulled the trigger.
, a steel target fell to the ground eight hundred meters away.
"The accuracy of this gun is not bad." Guanye patted the gun body, pulled the bolt and pulled out the cartridge case, put the next bullet into the gun chamber, and slowly closed it. The assistant beside him was half-kneeling, holding a tester in his hand.
The distance meter reported various data, and someone else was inputting it with a computer, which gave it a high-tech feel.
Guanye fired again. This time he shot down a target at a distance of 1,500 meters. Everyone cheered softly. Domestic large-caliber anti-equipment rifles were affected by craftsmanship and could not be as accurate as the internationally famous Barrett.
There are no specially developed bullets for rice snipers. The bullets used are just flawless ordinary anti-aircraft machine gun bullets, so it is quite good for Sekino to achieve this result.
Guanye smiled and continued to challenge at 2,000 meters. The first shot failed, and the second shot also failed. After some adjustments, the third shot hit the target, and he challenged again at 2,200 meters.
By that time, the visibility had dropped, and after several consecutive shots without hitting the target, Sekino gave up.
The other shooters also started the test mission, firing dozens of shots. As the sky gradually darkened, today's mission was completed. Just as he was about to close the stall, Liu Ziguang suddenly said: "Let me try a shot."
What?"
Guanye frowned: "Have you ever shot a sniper rifle?"
"Well, I have shot 85 snipers before." Liu Ziguang said, and then added: "If it's inconvenient, forget it."
"It's nothing inconvenient. It's not a super military secret. Besides, you are one of our own." Guanye agreed generously, helped Liu Ziguang pull the bolt of the gun, and gave instructions on how to hold the gun without being hurt by the recoil. You know
The power of this large-caliber anti-material rifle is extremely astonishing. Even with a hydraulic shock absorber, it will cause certain damage to the shooter. In the words of their snipers, when shooting with this thing, it is like a man two tall.
It feels like a strong man hitting you on the shoulder with a baseball bat.
Liu Ziguang made some awkward movements and prepared to shoot according to Guanye's instructions. Soldiers from the special forces and militiamen gathered around to watch the fun. Guanye pointed at the target 800 meters away and said, "Hit that."
But Liu Ziguang said: "If you want to shoot, shoot as far away as possible, otherwise how can you test the limit of this gun." Then he aimed at the steel target at a distance of 2,200 meters.
The soldiers of the special forces all had sarcastic smiles on their lips. A militia battalion commander can hit you at a distance that even Major Guan can't hit. Of course, they won't show this disdain vividly. After all, people say
As for the militia, it is understandable that small local reserve cadres have no experience of the world and like to brag.
The river beach was particularly desolate at dusk. The sun was setting and mist was steaming on the ground. It was dark or bright at that time, and the visibility was extremely poor. Liu Ziguang squinted his eyes and aimed at the steel target 2,200 meters away.
Although he has never touched this kind of weapon, the warrior gene in his bones makes him and the weapon in his arms become one and integrated.
After a long period of silence and aiming, Liu Ziguang's extremely calm attitude was like that of a trained professional sniper. The bystanders did not dare to underestimate him and stood quietly, silently waiting for his thunderous strike.
Sweat fell from his forehead and dripped on the dry sand along his eyelashes. Liu Ziguang remained motionless, like a statue. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out. The steel target in the distance still stood intact, and the bullets were fired at a distance of hundreds of thousands.
A cloud of smoke and dust rose from the ground thousands of miles away.
The crowd booed. The militia cadres were just like that. They had been posing for a long time and it was not embarrassing.
Liu Ziguang got up from the ground, not feeling ashamed at all. Instead, he proudly patted the gun and said to Guanye, "The accuracy of this gun is indeed very good."
Guanye smiled helplessly and gave Liu Ziguang a step to step down: "You shouldn't shoot at that distance. The designed range of this gun is not that far."