In Saigon, Wu Chun Sheng quickly broke into Ke Wu Ting's office.
"Father……"
Wu Ting frowned: "What's the matter? You're so restless."
Wu Chunsheng restrained his steps slightly, but still couldn't hide his excitement: "Father, I just received the news that Li Zhu... is dead!"
Wu Ting was stunned: "Impossible, that guy is very tough and will not die easily."
Wu Chunsheng said disapprovingly: "The exact news our people sent back is that Li Zhu suffered a stroke due to vomiting blood and was secretly sent to the hospital. It was just confirmed half an hour ago that his vital signs have disappeared."
Wu Ting didn't believe it, but his son's vow made him hesitate.
Is he really dead?
But he didn't notice that a strange color flashed in Wu Chunsheng's eyes.
Wu Chunsheng said: "Father, this is an opportunity~"
Wu Ting raised his eyebrows and immediately understood what his son meant. He couldn't help but frown and fell into thought.
Wu Chunsheng continued to persuade: "Father, Hanoi is leaderless. With your prestige, as long as you raise your arms and send the army northward, you will definitely be able to reunite the Guo family..."
Wu Ting lowered his eyes, his gaze was extremely deep, and his brain quickly analyzed the current situation.
Seeing that he had not said anything for a long time, Wu Chun Sheng couldn't help but said anxiously: "Father! For the sake of the country, please make a decision early! If you miss this opportunity, once Hanoi stabilizes, the price you will pay for fighting again will be too high."
Wu Ting was unmoved: "Why are you in a hurry! War is not a child's play, just fight if you say it."
Wu Chunsheng was scolded and immediately did not dare to say anything.
Wu Ting waved his hand and motioned for him to go out.
Wu Chunsheng had no choice but to withdraw.
When he came down from upstairs, he was immediately greeted by two men in military uniforms at the edge of the stairs.
One of them asked: "Chunsheng, what did the chief say?"
Wu Chunsheng shook his head helplessly: "My father is still thinking about it. He doesn't believe that Li Zhu is dead. He won't act rashly without definite information."
The two people across from each other frowned and looked at each other, not too surprised.
They have followed Wu Ting for many years and have a deep understanding of the old leader. They will not take action easily on such matters that are related to the overall situation.
Once there is a certain chance of winning, he will invest all his chips at all costs to fight hard.
Obviously, the current situation is full of uncertainties, leaving Wu Ting unable to make a decision.
…
At the same time, a short, unattractive man arrived in Saigon from Hong Kong on a passenger plane.
Originally, there was no direct route from Saigon to Xiangjiang, but since the emergence of K-8, the threshold for airlines has been greatly lowered. This cheap and durable propeller airliner can operate reliably in some places with poor ground conditions.
The man walked down the gangway and picked his ears with his little fingers.
The K-8 he flew on was a beggar's version. It did not have large-scale sound insulation and noise reduction. The propeller aircraft was noisy and vibrated so much that people still felt a "buzzing" in their ears after getting off the plane.
Following the flow of people outside the airport, a thin young man came up to me as soon as I reached the exit: "Comrade Wenshan?"
The unattractive-looking man glanced at the young man and said calmly: "I am Wenshan, why is Ruan Chunning not here?"
The young man lowered his head slightly and said with a smile: "Uncle San started to suffer from dysentery yesterday and couldn't get out, so he asked me to come." As he said this, he reached out to help carry the box.
Wenshan drew back his hand and said coldly: "No, let's go~"
The young man was annoyed, and when he turned around, he curled his lips, and then the two of them went to the parking lot and got into a BMW sedan produced in Kuching.
Since Wu Ting took over southern Vietnam, various industrial products in Kuching and Huaguo followed suit, ranging from aircraft, cars, tractors, to radios, bicycles, electric fans, and even a large thermal power plant project.
This project is operated by Jiadaili in Xiangjiang, with domestic power generation equipment provided and Kuching providing commercial loans.
There are many similar projects in Nanyang. In order to sell more electrical appliances in Nanyang, electricity is a necessary prerequisite.
It can also stimulate the development of domestic power equipment on a large scale.
Although Huaguo's current generator technology cannot be said to be advanced from a technical level, it cannot stand that this is Nanyang.
No matter how advanced other generators are, they have to get out of here.
After getting into the car, Wenshan squeezed the soft leather seats.
As a person with a strong national sentiment, he dislikes Huaguo and Huaguo things. However, he has to admit that this car made by Huaguo is very beautiful both in appearance and interior. Even
It was more beautiful than the European, American and Oriental cars he had seen.
On the contrary, it is getting worse. Until now, let alone a car, even a decent motorcycle cannot be built.
There were not many cars on the road, and we arrived in the city quickly.
Wenshan tilted his head and looked out the car window. The last time he came to Saigon was five years ago, when America still owned it.
Now the streets are no longer full of American soldiers and rampaging jeeps.
But the large number of signboards with Chinese characters written on them on the street made him feel particularly unsightly.
Originally a French colony, the French implemented the Latin alphabet in Vietnam, and by the time of World War II, Chinese characters were almost no longer used.
But when Wu Ting took over the south, some Hua people began to use Chinese characters again under the secret "prompts" and "guidance".
Shop signs, in particular, often have huge Chinese characters with Latin letters underneath.
Regarding this issue, some people within the Wuting family also raised objections and even took some measures.
He immediately received a stern warning from Kuching and withheld part of the loan Du Fei had promised.
In Du Fei's words, some guys just can't figure out the situation, and it depends on whose face they eat.
After this time, those guys learned to behave and adopt an attitude of not promoting, not blocking, and not destroying.
In just over a year, the streets of Saigon have undergone such changes. Some streets where flower merchants live are completely occupied by Chinese characters.
Those who didn’t know thought they were in Xiangjiang.
Wenshan withdrew his gaze, pursed his lips slightly, and strengthened his inner decision.
South Vietnam must not be allowed to continue like this, otherwise it will not be long before this place no longer belongs to Vietnam.
In his opinion, the current situation is more terrifying than when it was colonized by Faguo.
The French are far away in Europe and have limited energy and resources to invest in Nanyang, so it is impossible to destroy Vietnam.
The flowers and fruits are nearby.
The streets of Saigon are full of Chinese characters, and people speak Chinese when they open their mouths. What is the difference between Saigon and Guangxi?
Thinking of this, Wenshan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he would never allow it!
After a while, the car stopped on the street. The young man took Wenshan out of the car, walked into an alley, and went up the stairs.
"Uncle San~" the young man called, pushed the door open and walked in.
Wenshan followed behind and looked into the room warily.
A frail middle-aged man sat on a rattan chair and smiled bitterly when he saw the two of them: "Comrade Wenshan, I'm so sorry..."
Wenshan breathed a sigh of relief, this was his real contact.
"Comrade Ruan Chunning!" He took two steps forward and shook hands with the other party.
Ruan Chunning had been pulling for two days, and now it felt as if his bones had been removed. He had no strength at all, but the matter could not be delayed. He cheered up and said, "I have prepared everything." He said to the lean young man.
Give me a wink.
The young man immediately went to the back room, fumbled for a while and pulled out a long suitcase.
Ruan Chunning said: "This is America's latest m40a sniper rifle, with an effective range of 5 kilometers. After careful tuning..."
Wenshan opened the suitcase and skillfully assembled the rifle parts. Soon a sniper rifle with a length of more than 1.2 meters appeared in his hand.
After assembling it, he took it up and looked out the window, and said solemnly: "Help me prepare a place to test the gun. I need to understand the temperament of this gun. We only have one chance."
Ruan Chunning nodded: "Don't worry, I'm ready and can go tomorrow. But..."
Wenshan frowned, sensing something was wrong.
Ruan Chunning said: "I just got the news that the originally planned action in five days may be moved forward to the day after tomorrow. You only have one day to prepare tomorrow."
Wenshan's brows knitted into a knot, his heart was filled with fire, and he was just playing the piano randomly.
But he also knew that getting angry with Ruan Chunning was useless, as Ruan Chunning was just a pawn.
…
Meanwhile, it's about a kilometer from here.
A person affiliated with the Kuching Newspaper Bureau quickly opened the door and came to a room, whispering: "The target has been reached!"
There were two people in the room. One of them was Station Commander Wu of Saigon Station. He was a bit stout and had a kind face. No one would have thought at first glance that he could be a ruthless spy leader.
Stationmaster Wu narrowed his eyes slightly and chuckled: "It seems that Comrade Hanoi's news is correct. They really want to attack Wu Ting."
Another person in the room said: "Stationmaster, then we..."
Stationmaster Wu waved his hand: "We won't move and wait for news from home."
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Kuching, Kingdom Hall.
After Du Fei discovered Yue Guo's situation, he immediately reported it to Zhu's father and then headed to Nanyang.
Once there is a problem with Yueguo's food and the people don't have enough to eat, there will inevitably be landslides and tsunamis.
No matter what Hanoi and Saigon think, it will be impossible to maintain the status quo.
If there is any variable, it is Mosko's attitude.
If Sulian takes action, Hanoi can still be saved.
But at present, Sulian is making every effort to open the Indo-India Ocean Channel and does not want to cause any complications.
This gave Du Fei room to maneuver.
Nowadays, only Yueguo and Luzon are left in the entire South China Sea, with America behind one and Sulian behind the other.
The Luzon side cannot be moved for the time being. Since the Spanish-American War in 1898, it has become an American colony, and it still is, but in a different form.
But on the Yueguo side, Moscow has become useless and is unwilling to continue investing resources.
Du Fei was sitting in an office reserved for him all year round, and Eagle, who was in charge of the police clearance bureau, was reporting to him.
"According to the information we have, Li Zhu suffered a stroke and was admitted to the hospital. He is still in a coma." Eagle's face was expressionless, and he was still extremely respectful in front of Du Fei: "The central center in Hanoi is in a semi-paralyzed state. If Wu Ting takes action at this time...
…”
Du Fei said: "Wu Ting? What did our intelligence analysis room say?"
Eagle said: "Intelligence expert analysis shows that with Wu Ting's character, there is a high probability that he will not act rashly without confirming Li Zhu's death."
Du Fei nodded, which was consistent with his judgment.
If it was ten years ago, he might have taken risks, but now, Wu Ting is old.
What we are facing is no longer a one-dimensional military battlefield, but a more complex and unpredictable political game.
He had already lost once before, so he naturally had to be more cautious.
Eagle added: "In addition, our people also discovered that Huang Tianhe has made some changes recently."
"Huang Tianhe?" Du Fei raised his eyebrows. He knew that this man was a powerful person in charge of internal affairs in Hanoi. He had studied abroad in Sulian in his early years and was Li Zhu's confidant.
At this time, something happened to him. What did he want to do?
Do you want to fish in troubled waters?
The idea flashed in his mind, but Du Fei rejected it. The timing was not right at all.
Moreover, Huang Tianhe's qualifications and strength are not enough, so it's not his turn at all.
Even if he takes the position by force, how will he face the eagerly watching Wu Ting?
Just at this moment, the phone on the desk rang.
Du Fei sat motionless, and Eagle walked over to pick him up.
Du Fei and Eagle have a spiritual link, and Eagle's answer to the phone is equivalent to his answer.
The phone number was from the building's switchboard, and they said there was a call from the police clearance bureau.
Eagle asked the switchboard to transfer the call, and the call was connected after a few seconds.
It was confirmed that the person who answered the phone was Eagle, and he immediately said: "Boss, I just received news from Saigon Station. Zheng Wencheng, under the pseudonym Wenshan, set off from Hanoi, passed through Xiangjiang, and arrived in Saigon..."
Eagle's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but look at Du Fei.
Du Fei, who had learned the content of the phone call through his spiritual link, also frowned.
This Zheng Wencheng is the best sharpshooter in Vietnam. In the war with America, he killed more than a hundred people by himself.
He is still a strong man on the same level as Eagle.
At this time, Zheng Wencheng arrived in Saigon secretly. What did he want to do?
"Assassination!"
Du Fei and Eagle thought at the same time that as for the target, it was obvious that there was only one person in Saigon worth assassinating.
Moreover, Zheng Wencheng was the sharp knife in Huang Tianhe's hand as mentioned earlier.
Unexpectedly, Huang Tianhe had some plans and was not busy fighting among himself at this time.
Unfortunately, since Wu Ting captured Saigon, the entire Viet Gou's thinking has become chaotic. Many people are at a loss. Reality has defeated ideals, and their beliefs are no longer firm.
Under such circumstances, Eagle's police clearance bureau spent tens of millions of dollars regardless of the cost. Whether it was Hanoi in the north or Saigon in the south, they had already been infiltrated into a sieve.
Otherwise, the news that Zheng Wencheng secretly left Hanoi would not have been leaked.
Even the details of his itinerary are clear.
Eagle asked: "Sir, do you need to remind me?"
Du Fei was not in a hurry to speak, and was analyzing quickly in his mind.
Hanoi actually sent assassins. It seemed that they were really desperate.
With Li Zhu's fall, others faced the pressure from Wu Ting and had no confidence to compete, so they could only resort to this method.
If Wu Ting seizes the opportunity at this time, there is a high probability that he will not encounter such stubborn resistance.
However, this was not in line with Du Fei's vision.
A Yueguo where North and South are separated and confront each other is a good Yueguo.
Du Fei muttered: "Don't worry about it for now, let's see the results."
…
On the other hand, almost at the same time, a small plane landed at Kuching Airport.
A short, dark-skinned young man in his thirties got off the plane. He was none other than Prince Rana of Chenla.
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