Ye Han climbed up to the 18th floor in one breath. He was so tired that he stuck out his tongue like a dog. He panted for a while before he regained his breath and gently knocked on the security door of 1801.
The door is not knocked casually, it is repeated twice to determine the severity, which is similar to the underground party's secret code.
A vigilant shout came from the door: "Who?"
"Sent from above." Ye Han replied.
He couldn't help complaining in his heart. It would be more appropriate if he said "The king of heaven covers the tiger of the earth" again.
The unit door opened with a click, and Ye Han saw a somewhat thin figure in the night vision device.
The man stepped aside and said, "Please come in."
Ye Han nodded in thanks and stepped into the security door. After putting down his backpack, he stretched out his right hand and said, "Ye Han."
The man stretched out his hand and shook his hand: "You can call me Laoyu, the kind of fish in the water."
Ye Han thought for a while and then asked in confusion: "I only know someone with the surname Qian Gouyu..."
"My surname is not Yu!" The man laughed, "In our line of work, real names are taboo, and it would be pointless to tell you a pseudonym."
Ye Han suddenly understood and stopped worrying about these small details. He turned around and saw the telescope on the tripod in the living room: "Old Yu, do you have any information about the mission target?"
"Please come this way!" Lao Yu invited Ye Han into the living room, "The situation is a bit complicated. You can take a look at the situation in the occupied area first... You don't need to wear night vision goggles. There is electricity in the occupied area."
"Oh!" Ye Han took off the night vision goggles, and his eyes suddenly became dark. After a while, his eyes adapted to the dark environment. After seeing the surrounding scene again, he moved to the telescope and looked down.
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The telescope was facing the main street of the occupied area, and the street was clearly visible in the eyepiece of the telescope. At first glance, Ye Han noticed that there were many tires stacked as roadblocks at the street entrance, and there were abandoned vehicles parked behind the tires.
The roadblock blocked one direction of the intersection, dividing the occupied area and the outside world into two different worlds. Although the north side of the roadblock, that is, the occupied area side, could not be said to be brightly lit, most of the streetlights were still intact, and the bright lights shone through the mist.
Threads of rain illuminated the deserted streets in the night rain.
The street in front of the roadblock was so dark that it was almost impossible to see. On the left side of the intersection was a large-looking shopping mall. The doors and windows outside were blocked by sandbags and the like. Only the LED light screen inlaid above the main entrance showed a series of promotional messages.
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On the right side of the intersection is an eight-story hotel. The colorful LED light boxes on the wall are flashing various colored lights in the middle of the dark street. The colored lights dispel some of the darkness, but give people a sense of loss and powerlessness.
"I thought all water and electricity in the occupied area were cut off," Ye Han said.
"That's impossible." Old Yu smiled, "Do you know how big the occupied area is?"
"I don't know much about it. I only saw it on the map."
"The total area exceeds 20 square kilometers, and the stranded population exceeds 400,000. Do you understand the meaning of this data?"
Ye Han shook his head: "Sorry, I don't understand this."
"Let's put it this way, 400,000 people need to eat, drink, poop and pee. Everything is indispensable. The food and fuel consumed every day are astronomical. If water, electricity and natural gas are cut off, it is equivalent to turning the 400,000 people stranded in the occupied areas into enemies.
It’s hard there, do you understand?”
"Understood!" Ye Han nodded, "Destroy the enemy army, right?"
He remembered reading a story in a magazine a long time ago, saying that during the counterattack in southern Xinjiang, enemies often came to our position during the battles to ask for cigarettes.
He was still a teenager at the time, and he couldn't figure out how the enemy dared to run here, and why good cigarettes were given to the enemy. Moreover, there were two types of cigarettes specially sent to the front line from the rear. Good smoke was
What is prepared for the enemy, the second best is for one’s own people.
The reason given in the article is only seven words: the need to disintegrate the enemy's army.
Of course, the soldiers on the front line were not stupid enough to give good cigarettes to the enemy. Whenever the enemy came over and asked for cigarettes, they would just give away a few bad ones.
The enemy was equally happy to get the second-class cigarettes.
Ye Han also didn't understand. There was a war between the two sides, so how could the enemy come to his own position and ask for cigarettes?
It was not until years of accumulation and setbacks in life made him mature that he understood what it means to be merciful and forgiving, and that people will take risks once they are desperate.
The water and electricity supply to the occupied areas has never been interrupted, probably for the same reason.
Lao Yu walked to Ye Han and opened the curtains, pointing condescendingly at the roadblock at the street entrance: "According to my observation records, there are at least four sentries behind the roadblock. It rained today. I don't know where to hide, but there must be only one."
More or less."
"only these?"
"Of course not." Old Yu pointed his finger, "Did you see the buildings on the left and right?"
"Yeah!" Ye Han nodded.
"The shopping mall is now a good fortress. There are at least hundreds of enemies living in the hotel. As long as you say hello from below, dozens or hundreds of them can come out at any time."
"Enemies?" Ye Han smiled, "Can the rioters be considered enemies?"
"Why not?" Lao Yu asked, "Just because they are ordinary people?"
"Of course not." Ye Han shook his head, "I just think they are not qualified."
"Don't underestimate the enemy." Old Yu said sternly, "Many of the enemies are veterans and a high proportion of them have received military training. Even though this group of enemies doesn't even have a name, their combat effectiveness is not weak at all."
"Name?" Ye Han was stunned.
Lao Yu nodded: "There is a force called the Liberal Party, as well as the Free Army, the Truth Party and the Democratic Party."
"The Liberal Party has come out, why do they think this is the United States?" Ye Han almost spit out a mouthful of blood, "I thought they named it Tiger Gang, Black Bear Club or something like that."
"Wouldn't that turn into a gangster completely?"
"Isn't it?" Ye Han asked back.
"He is indeed a gangster at heart, but the name "party" not only sounds high-class, but also feels more formal, as if he has some kind of lofty ambition." Lao Yu chuckled, "There are also smart people in the gang."
"That's true!" Ye Han shook his head, "This group of people doesn't even have a formal name, right?"
"Perhaps, but there is no news yet."
"You can't always shout about that force, right?" Ye Han asked.
"Look at the hotel, we named this force after the hotel." Old Yu said with a smile.
"Jilu Gang? What a good name!" Ye Han also laughed, "Is that hotel the headquarters of the Jilu Gang?"
"No, look further away!" Old Fish pointed in a direction.
Ye Han raised the telescope, but it was not pointed in the right direction. Lao Yu simply turned the telescope straight: "Did you see it? Two blocks away, there is a ten-story building with a Maple Dew Hotel on the roof.
The sign is their base camp, and their targets usually stay there."
