"You're going to fight Silla Song?" The old president sat up straight, "How to fight?" If you defend the stargate over there, even if you have twice as many troops, can you turn them all over at the same time? ”

Chen Mingyuan's image in the communicator was silent, and he didn't seem to want to talk much about it.

"Even if your fleet can take down the stargate, how can you occupy the planet? How many Marines can two fleets carry? With a population of more than a billion people, can you control your two fleets? The old president shook his head, "It's too hard." ”

"The so-called rebellion of Silla Song is largely a matter of Han Jianfei alone," Chen Mingyuan was silent for a long time before he spoke, "I plan to behead him directly." ”

The old president said: "It's still the same sentence, the destroyer's main guns can't kill him, and you are so sure that you can kill him until you are sure what hole cards he has in his hand?" ”

Chen Mingyuan replied: "As long as he is still a person, there must be a way to kill him, one destroyer is not enough, I will try a fleet, Huangyang Town can be razed back then, I don't believe that he can't be killed." ”

The old president picked up the coffee that had already been heated once, and took a tasteless sip: "I now believe that you didn't do the last shelling." ”

"Yes," Chen Mingyuan said, "if I make a move, it may be three." ”

"There's one thing I never understand." The old president put down his cup and said, "You are the chief of staff of the alliance fleet, and you have almost the most powerful military power in the alliance, why do you have to let him die?" ”

Chen Mingyuan didn't seem to want to mention this topic: "Uncle Feng, this issue is very complicated, it is not a party involved, it is difficult to explain clearly, I just want to tell you that the fleet will do everything possible to maintain the operating mechanism of the alliance and the human world, no matter who challenges this mechanism." ”

"Prime Minister Hanwei has just revealed to me that they intend to negotiate with Sillasong, and his government cannot afford to support this kind of war across the galaxy and on ultra-long supply lines," the old president said. ”

"You know Mr. Hanwei better than I do," Chen Mingyuan replied after a moment's thought, "you should know that he is a politician through and through, and everything is a bargaining weight – including you, as long as he can guarantee his political interests." ”

"So," he continued, without waiting for the old president to reply, "I will force him onto my ship in my own way." ”

"Why are you telling me this?" The old president was puzzled, "That's between you." ”

"Uncle Feng," Chen Mingyuan said, "the Black Mamba is very useful to me, and if the man I sent to capture him a month ago had succeeded, this fleet might have lost 20,000 dead." ”

"Black Mamba? Is she still in Fort Augustus? Old President Feng pretended to be stupid.

"If not, I won't call you." Chen Mingyuan seemed to have been prepared, "Under the fleet's monitoring system, there are not many places to hide such a big living person. ”

The old president picked up the cold coffee cup, drank it down, and said after a while: "Don't play with fire—this is advice to both of you at the same time." ”

After the end of the correspondence, the old president sat silently by the fireside for a while, the sky outside seemed to have begun to snow, and the Horus Mountains in the North Worth region finally ushered in the first snow of this winter.

The old president had already decided to give Sila Song to Han Jian Fei – this was also the idea of Prime Minister Han Wei, and the two Conservative bigwigs made the same decision despite their different starting points.

If, as Chen Mingyuan said, he really has a way to make George Hanwei have to declare war on Silla Song, he will have to prepare for another hand.

After a moment's thought, he dialed Partridge's phone.

The former White Mountain sniper and the old president's double agent was in his room, praying to a half-human-tall Buddha statue, and when he turned on the communicator, he had just finished reciting a Buddhist scripture.

"Send Zhao Xiaonan to the town." The old president said, "I'm going to use that room for something else." ”

It was rare that the partridge did not respond immediately, and after a moment of silence, he opened his mouth and asked, "The house is not a problem, are you going to hand her over to Chen Mingyuan?" They will kill her. ”

"No, it won't." Hearing that his most loyal subordinates also began to question his orders, the old president suddenly became a little tired, "For Chen Mingyuan, her life is now almost as valuable as half a fleet. ”

The partridge was silent for a while, and then said, "I'll go see her off." ”

The old president sighed: "Stay safe. ”

The partridge smiled brightly.

When the partridge came to the cabin where Zhao Xiaonan lived, she was packing her things.

"Going?" He asked.

"Isn't that what President Feng meant by letting me go over today?" Zhao Xiaonan said, "I'm not stupid. ”

Partridge nodded: "The old president is also under a lot of pressure. ”

"I know." Zhao Xiaonan said, "Where's my gun?" ”

Partridge took out two miniature submachine guns from behind him and handed them to Zhao Xiaonan.

After Zhao Xiaonan finished packing the last personal belongings, he suddenly smiled: "Are you here to catch me?" ”

"The old president said that this house is going to be used for something else, let me help you go to the town below the mountain to rent a room."

"No, you don't." Zhao Xiaonan put the packed backpack behind his back, "I'll go directly." ”

The partridge said, "I'll send you." ”

Zhao Xiaonan has always had a good impression of this former Baishan killer who saved him, even if he knew that he was once a spy under Han Jianfei, who was ambushed by the president.

So she asked, "Where to send me?" ”

The partridge thought for a moment and replied very seriously, "Where do you want to go?" ”

Zhao Xiaonan said: "I originally wanted to go back to the ghost base to have a look, but I estimate that there must be all Zhai Liu's people over there, so it's better to go now than to shoot yourself in the head." ”

Seeing that the partridge did not answer, she thought seriously for a while and asked, "Are they already waiting for me on the other side of town?" ”

Partridge shook his head: "The old president only said that I would send you to town." ”

"Hmm." Zhao Xiaonan pushed him away, "Thank you for me, the old president, I know the way myself." ”

Zhao Xiaonan walked out of the cabin where she had only lived for a month, and this time should have been the most leisurely time since she came to Fort Augustus.

She glanced back at the room, as if to keep it in her memory forever.

Partridge followed, and after her, said, "If you want to go back to the ghost base, I can help you." ”

Zhao Xiaonan stopped: "Mr. President asked you to help me?" ”

Partridge shook her head: "I can make my own decisions, I don't have to listen to others." ”

Zhao Xiaonan hesitated.

Partridge continued: "Mr. President, they didn't ask me to give you a gun - they won't kill you now, and it's safer for you not to have a gun if you meet them." ”

Zhao Xiaonan seemed to have made up a lot of determination, and suddenly asked, "You said you can go back to the ghost base?" ”

If nothing else, Dobby is still in the ghost base, and those people will only think of it as some kind of mechanical accessory in the base.

She was about to leave Fort Augustus, and since Han Jianfei was in New Luosong, as his current assistant, she should go to him.

It would have been much easier if Dobby had been there.

Partridge looked at her brown eyes and nodded seriously, "But it won't be too easy." ”

It was the people of Baishan who captured the ghost base, and as a former ace killer, he knew very well how to deal with these former comrades.

"Then let's go!"

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Twenty-five days ago, in Sillasong, before the coup.

The liaison office of the Baishan company in Sillason is a modest office building with only three floors and a total floor area of no more than 3,000 square meters.

Although Han Jianfei lives in Silla Song all the year round, he does not interfere much in the local operations of the Baishan company, so it is the first time in recent years that he has come to this office in a clear capacity.

When he drove the hovertruck borrowed from Mr. Grant and dragged the corpses of two White Mountain mercenaries into the small courtyard of the office, he was greeted only by a few black muzzles and a few dead and cold faces.

Han Jianfei slowly parked the car in the yard, opened the car door, and lit a cigarette for himself.

Gentomoko also got out of the car and looked around privately.

In this courtyard, there are dozens of guns pointed at the two people and the hovertruck in the middle.

By now, she already knew that in this world, people mainly rely on these powerful weapons to fight.

"Where is this?" She whispered to Han Jianfei, who was silently smoking.

"These killers are at the headquarters of this world," Han Jianfei said, "and we're going to send them corpses and talk about something by the way." ”

After smoking a cigarette, Han Jianfei threw the cigarette butt to the ground and crushed it with his foot.

At this time, a middle-aged man in an elegant suit walked out of the small building with two bodyguards.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man asked straight to the point, for those who dared to be so arrogant and blatantly dragged the corpse to the door, Bai Shan naturally did not have a good face.

"Who are you?" Han Jianfei asked rhetorically, "What about Old Liu?" ”

Lao Liu Tou is the general person in charge of Baishan in Xinluosong, he is actually not surnamed Liu, only his comrades-in-arms who have been on the battlefield with him know this nickname.

"He's been transferred back to headquarters," the middle-aged man obviously hesitated when he asked Lao Liutou's name, "Now I'm the person in charge here." ”

"I'm Han Jianfei." Han Jianfei nodded, "Have you heard of me?" ”

Although it is very low-key in the outside world, there are few people in Baishan Company who do not know the name of their boss.

Since the assassination in the Capital Star Circle, both sides have deliberately tacitly avoided revealing his identity, so the vast majority of people in Baishan Company do not know that the "spokesperson" who is marked as the most dangerous and highest-level target in the company is the legendary mercenary in the history of the alliance they admire, the uncrowned king Han Jianfei.

Hearing him report to his home, the expression on the middle-aged man's face was stunned again.

Han Jianfei handed over a check: "These two brothers were misled by people with intentions and sacrificed in the assassination mission against me, and the placement fee will be paid at ten times, and I will pay the excess - Also, there are people at the headquarters who have defected, and from now on, I will refuse all orders sent back from the headquarters - unless I personally sign them." ”

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and took the check.

"You...... How do you prove that ...... middle-aged man is just a civilian, not like those soldiers with muscles in their heads, but they still maintain enough caution, "You are Han Dong?" ”

Han Jianfei frowned: "Has Baishan degraded to the point where he can't even confirm his identity now?" ”

A young female secretary soon ran out of the office building and delivered an e-paper document to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man glanced at it quickly, bowed to Han Jianfei and said, "I'm sorry, Han Dong, we just confirmed." ”

Han Jianfei waved his hand: "Go to your office, make arrangements, I will go to the headquarters of Fort Augustus immediately." ”