Hanhai City, located on the southeast coast of Kyushu, is not at the forefront of politics or science compared to other coastal cities in Kyushu, but all this does not have a great impact on the lives of ordinary people, on the contrary, this feeling of a second- and third-tier city has brought a relatively stable living environment to ordinary people, just like now, Jiang Chen ran forward along the straight coastline, letting his figure be stretched by the rising sun.

Not far away near the school, rows of breakfast carts are steaming, dimly reflecting the skillful figure of the aunt who buys breakfast. Suddenly, Jiang Chen's hurried figure was stopped by a familiar voice, "Little Jiang, are you in such a hurry to go to school, have you had breakfast?" Jiang Chen turned around with the words, and saw a kind aunt scooping porridge into the bowl with a spoon, and with a tilt of the spoon, the hot preserved egg and lean porridge was put into the lunch box, and a white mist was formed.

"Oh, Ge Ma, not yet, I'm about to buy it." "Okay, is it still the same as ever? This has just come out of the pot. "Yes, thank you, Mama Ge." Ge's mother is a perennial vendor who sells breakfast at the school gate, because after a long time, she gradually became familiar with some students, Jiang Chen is also one of these students, and she comes every day, so she is called Ge's mother. Skillfully taking the breakfast, Jiang Chen walked towards the school again.

In the morning, the teaching building is full of golden clothes, showing peace and tranquility bit by bit. Jiang Chen's favorite thing is that suddenly the neat rows of ginkgo trees in front of the teaching building look at the dappled sunlight through the new leaves, little by little broken on the footsteps when he came, Jiang Chen felt that his left shoulder was patted, so, according to common sense, Jiang Chen turned to the right, and sure enough, he looked at her with a playful double ponytail and four eyes, and then looked at her bewildered expression with appreciation, her name is Jiang Xinyi, Jiang Chen's tablemate.

"Huh? Strange? Who filmed me? Jiang Chen stretched out his hand and pressed Jiang Xinyi's head again, and said as he pressed it, "Huh? No one? As expected, after 0.01 seconds, Jiang Xinyi began to go berserk, "Sex ginger, are you looking for a fight!" "Sister! Sister! Don't fight! Also, is it interesting to call yourself early in the morning? Sister! Don't fight! While feeling the "beating" that was not much different from shooting ashes, he screamed that it hurt, anyway, Jiang Chen was having fun.

At a glance, I found that Jiang Xinyi's ear hair was slightly scattered, and her hair was not fixed with hairpins. Why don't you go and eat this breakfast, count me as honoring you" "Who wants your breakfast!" "I went to buy it" "Hell with the letter!" As he spoke, he snatched the breakfast from Jiang Chen's hand, and trotted all the way into the campus, and the double ponytails simply tied with rubber warps behind him shook and swayed, which was quite eye-catching.

Women, how can you not believe in others, the most basic trust between people? Such a perfect performance, one or two do not believe it, alas, as for that breakfast, it has been sublimated! Entered a higher stage of life, after all, cute even if it is righteous, who dares to say a word. Haha, go to school, go to school.

Kyushu is so big, hundreds of miles of different days, not every region can be penetrated by the sun. Early in the morning, at around half past six, the highway near Beijing, the capital of Kyushu, was shrouded in fog. The highway was also closed early.

Stranded vehicles have long been lined up, the high-speed traffic police are also all on duty, maintaining high-speed order, a large truck driver in the front row helplessly turned on the radio, listened to the broadcast of the FM traffic radio, helplessly said to the co-driver, "fuck, it's really fucking unlucky,!" Lao Tzu also said to go early, no traffic jam, but not blocked by traffic, blocked by this fog on the road! The co-pilot stretched back and said, "Do I have another way to do it?" God won't let you go, you kid can still fly over and sprinkle, wait honestly. The driver could only move his stiff neck, turn over, and slowly fall asleep.

At the end of the road closure, seven or eight high-speed traffic policemen wore beige uniforms, chatting and having fun while guarding the warning signs. At this time, in the fog, several modified versions of the Red Flag off-road slowly drove away, and through the fog, the neat Beijing A revealed a trace of majesty and domineering.

When the convoy slowly approached, the warning sign was quietly moved away from the scene, and the surrounding traffic police still talked as if they didn't see these cars. A few minutes later, the cars disappeared into the fog. At this time, a traffic policeman naturally straightened his collar.

In the blink of a second, the thumb of his right hand pressed a miniature intercom inside his collar and reported to the other side, "Lone wolf report, lone wolf report, to make sure that No. 1 passes safely, over." "The wolf's den received, pay attention to vigilance, within half an hour, the comrades of the Shadow Office will disperse the artificial fog, and then release it normally, pay attention to the satellites of other countries, don't look suspicious, over." "Lone wolf understands, over." The conversation was completed in minutes, and then he made fun of other traffic police officers with a natural face, as if he had just straightened his collar.

The perspective comes to the other side of the world, the United States, the underground of the Nevada Air Force Base, the U.S. military satellite monitoring and dispatch center. Rows of computers glow green, strings of code keep beating, and thousands of soldiers are nervously monitoring the world and sending intelligence back to the Pentagon. Today is no exception.

"Report, fog outside Beijing, satellites can't accurately identify targets, over." A soldier briefly reported to a major general who was looking behind him at a map of the world. "Fog? What's with? The major general put down the coffee cup that he had been holding in his hand, picked up the red pen in his right hand, drew a circle in the fog, and the perspective was far away, and the entire world map was already covered with red circles, including important facilities and regions in various countries, as well as Syrian anti-missile facilities on the front line, all of which were marked one by one.

"I can't say for sure." The guard replied, "When is the next satellite scan?" "Half an hour later, it's over." The major general clicked a little red circle with his hand, "Okay, notify the technical department, and focus on scanning the foggy area in half an hour." The Major General commanded, "Understood! At this time, the major general put down the pen in his hand, thought of the task he received last time, and asked, "Have you found out the location there?" "Report! No! The major general helplessly supported his head with his hand, and was a little speechless at the soldier's defeated tone, but he was helpless, "Okay, continue." "Understood!" Then everything went into a busy situation again.

In the fog, these red flags ran lightly, and after a while, they drove into a tunnel, their speed gradually slowed down, and finally stopped in an inconspicuous emergency parking area in the tunnel, and a few minutes later, a small door next to it quietly opened, and a soldier wearing an auxiliary exoskeleton walked out.

First saluted the convoy upright, then walked to the side, touched the dust on the wall, and a metal plate with the same color as the wall appeared, the guard first scanned his fingerprints, pupils, voice, and then the metal plate shrank around, a virtual screen appeared, and the guard entered his fingerprints again, and entered the password. Moments later, with a bang, the wall began to rise, and a new tunnel appeared in front of it, stretching down to the depths of the mountain.

The convoy started slowly and moved forward. After the convoy was all inside, the wall was restored again, and the guards immediately sprinkled the wall ash in the corner, and when everything was done, the guards quickly returned to the door after being on guard in the vicinity.

After about forty minutes, a huge underground base was revealed in front of the convoy, made entirely of an unknown silvery-white metal, and stretched underground. Virtual interfaces abound, heavily armored soldiers in individual assist exoskeletons are on alert at all times, and the top floor of the base is filled with the latest Type 02 tanks, ready to drive out along the highway if needed.

At this time, on the red flag in the middle, several entourages surrounded the elder in a tunic to get out of the car, and on the rest of the red flags, more than 20 soldiers dressed in black immediately came down, and the Type 02 automatic rifle in his hand had already hinted at its elite. Suddenly, there was a sound of hurried footsteps not far away, and several officers in general uniforms walked quickly, and the oldest general at the head took the lead in stepping forward quickly, standing upright, and saluting, "Report Comrade Chairman, the director of the Ninth Customs Bureau is in place, please instruct, over!" ”

"Okay, lead the way." "Understood", and then a group of people under the leadership of several generals, entered the silver base a few floors, and after the old man entered the base, the most superficial layer suddenly turned on the red warning lights, all the soldiers entered a state of martial law, and the Kumen not far from the base gradually opened, a huge humanoid mobile weapon reflected in the shadow of the ground, it shrouded several tanks, the whole body of the dark trans armor highlighted the might, and the red Bayi logo implied faith. This place, known as West Mountain, was the pre-war command center of Kyushu. If a war breaks out in Kyushu, this is the place where the chairman of the Supreme Military Commission personally sits and deploys the three armies.