After a lot of effort to send Lin Feng back to his residence, Long Yun was already very tired.

Reluctantly drove home, only to feel his stomach rumbling, he casually soaked some noodles, peeled an apple and ate it indiscriminately.

Completely different from a few days ago, Long Yun really felt depressed now. This society is like this, of course you can't do it without ability, but there are many things, I'm afraid you can't do it with only ability.

Let's talk about competitive competitions. From what Lin Feng said, such an opponent who wanted to secretly manipulate the game was really more difficult to deal with than any enemy plane in a battle. Lin Feng, who was restrained, was naturally very frustrated, why shouldn't he? But looking at Lin Feng's distressed appearance, thinking about the complicated relationship in this, Long Yun shook his head.

I'm afraid that when the time comes, I will really have to admit defeat against my will.

- That's a wretch!

Taking out the notepad in his bag, Long Yun remembered what he had seen and heard last night, and his mood was even lower.

Flipping through the smooth leather notepad, what was left on the paper was Su Xue's fluent and elegant handwriting. The traditional character "Su" is written like a person, which is very eye-catching and beautiful.

Who said that a woman's appearance is inversely proportional to the beauty and ugliness of her writing? Oh, you can't tell anything just by looking at the signature, and it may be that you practiced it on purpose. Long Yun remembered the scene in the parking lot again, he didn't want to continue thinking about it, what would happen later......

Subconsciously flipping the paper, Long Yun suddenly caught a glimpse of the back page of the signature page, and a string of numbers that seemed to be some number.

Did he write it?

Suddenly, Long Yun quickly broke free from his thoughts, and he looked at the numbers carefully.

It's not his handwriting.

Fluent Arabic numerals, look at the color of this writing and handwriting, but ...... It's a bit similar to Su Xue's signature in front. Could it be that she wrote it?

- Su Xue? - Leave him a call?

Sitting in the chair, Long Yun was stunned for several seconds.

No, it can't be.

But she clearly wrote it?

Long Yun shook his head sharply, as if he had encountered some thorny problem.

Forget it, what are you thinking! With this kind of effort, it is better to think about how to find a way to find out all those guys who operate in the dark box and expose them. The scene of Su Xue and Mr. Liu getting into the car resurfaced in front of him, Long Yun slapped his notebook angrily, got up and went to take a shower and sleep.

Now Long Yun has a strong desire to go back to the past; Even in a dream, I want to find an opportunity to take to the skies to fight.

It's just a depression in reality. What about heroes in dreams?

……

As he wished, when he woke up again, Long Yun found that he had really traveled to the past.

Without anyone's reminder, Long Yun, who reappeared at the aviation regiment's station, could clearly feel the tense aura that permeated everywhere. He was keenly aware that in this world, the already complex and delicate situation was about to undergo fundamental drastic changes.

Long Yun's speculation is quite accurate.

In the world he returned to, it was still calm on the surface, but the undercurrent of war was already surging around quietly.

For many days, the harassment and reconnaissance in the vast skies of Europe were nothing more than sparks before a volcanic eruption.

At the US air bases in West Germany, the military canceled their vacations. On the highway from Berne to Munich, there were teams of trailers covered in canvas with armored vehicles; These "Pershing" tactical missiles, which used to stay in the bases, have now come to the well-developed road network of Western Europe and have begun to perform seemingly aimless frequent maneuvers.

In Plymouth Harbour in southern Britain, the calm blue sea was marked out by the avant-garde-class nuclear submarines that left the port, and the submarines that usually gathered in the harbor were all gone. Far across the ocean, aircraft carriers load fuel, fresh water, weapons and ammunition in ports; The fighters of the Air Wing were successively transported to the ship's hangar, and the pilots were undergoing training after returning to the team. In the heart of the Appalachian Mountains, the Airborne Division is still conducting frequent tactical exercises, but the content has been changed to rapid assembly and strategic maneuvering; The concentration of armored vehicles at the forward base near the harbor was matched by the recent emergence of a large fleet of landing convoys in the harbor.

Like a sharp blade slowly drawn from under a wide robe, the huge NATO warplane is gradually accelerating; Revealing hideous sharp fangs, facing the vast land to the east, the blood-red pupils radiated a little cold light.

Like the clouds before a storm, the signs of war are tumbling around; Even though they were tried to cover up by their adversaries in person, reports from highly sensitive intelligence services poured into the KGB's office desks.

……

The night is already deep. In a well-decorated office in the busy Pentagon, a frowning general is holding his head in contemplation, as if he has fallen into great trouble.

At this very moment, the telephone on the desk was chising in a monotonous tone, and the lights were flashing, alerting him to an important person waiting to talk to him. But the general sat there with a blank stare, and did not react.

His whole mind was now on that man.

Yes, there is still one more person in the room.

Dressed in a crisp suit, with a sparkly lavalier pinned to a crimson tie, and neatly groomed short hair, there are eyes covered by sunglasses. This mysterious figure sat on the sofa with his arms outstretched, and there seemed to be a strange smile on his lips. Presumably noticing a subtle change in the general's expression, he sat up straight from the soft sofa and leaned over to address the general.

"Yes, you don't need to answer the call."

Opening his bloodshot eyes, the general raised his eyelids in confusion and looked at the guy who was commanding him.

…… Who is this person?

How could he be in his office.

The general's confusion did not last long. He quickly recalled what he had been doing in the past few days—what had happened here, why had he given those orders? Trying to raise his hand and press the button to greet the security guards, the general was surprised to find that his hand was a little disobedient. Unable to command his body, the general suddenly remembered something, and a sense of fear that almost made him faint pierced his nerves.

He remembered the familiar feeling. This man he had seen before, he ......

As if hypnotized, the General's consciousness gradually became slowly and blurry, and then disappeared like milk dripping from coffee.

Satisfied with his abilities, the man in the sunglasses stood up and waved his hands in the air as if he were manipulating something. Just opposite him, the expressionless, mechanical, general was methodically issuing new orders.

These chaotic and strategically complex directives flow through the Pentagon's communication lines, converge on the exchange center, and then through a number of different links, through the open lines of telephones, submarine fiber optic cables, satellite channels, and even primitive word of mouth, and quickly flow through NATO's complex and meticulous command network to determine the movements of large numbers of personnel and equipment, as well as their upcoming fate.

As the center of the world's largest military organization, he is now being used so lightly by himself, thinking of this, a smug smile appeared on the man's face again. Although he can be said to be not proficient in decision-making at the strategic level, and he does not know the specific situation of many departments and combat forces, many orders issued can be said to be a bit stupid-

So what does it matter?

Even if more pieces are lost, the man will not have a trace of mercy.

All he wants is the process, and as for the rest, someone will naturally worry about it. Raising his wrist, he looked at the time and continued his movements. There was still plenty of time, and he knew that the big drama he directed would soon begin.

Let the flames of war burn more fiercely!

Those who have their own desires, who cares about the floods.