At five o'clock in the afternoon, lightning flashed and thundered, and it poured down.

The sky was dull and overcast.

Outside the fishing village, a convoy slowly approached.

The leader is a black military Mercedes-Benz G500, and the camouflage land modified combat jeep behind it is full of mercenaries standing in full armor and wearing uniforms with the words "New SAR".

It's so dense that you can't see the end at a glance.

Some people standing guard went to report that at least 400 armed men had come this time.

After the first car stopped, all the jeeps circled into the fishing village like two torrents.

The guns in the hands of the special operators were already loaded, and they were aimed at those who were guarding the door in the heavy rain.

There are drug factories in the stockade, and there are various large entertainment halls.

At this time, both the "merchants" and the "tourists" who came here to play were like frightened birds when they saw this scene, and they scattered and fled in fright.

Either they simply hid in the building and did not come out, or they braved the heavy rain and got on the boat that had been prepared in the Mekong River.

Unexpectedly, three gunshots rang out deafeningly.

The banks of the Mekong River are already full of special combatants wearing the same uniforms of the "New Special Administrative Region Self-Defense Force", with black guns in their hands.

The splash of bullets on the water surface flew like a silver snake, and the frightened boatman did not dare to advance for half a minute.

The convoy stopped at a residence in a fishing village.

The sound of rumbling footsteps makes people's hearts accelerate, it is the sound of leather boots stepping in muddy water, fast and steady, and the number overlaps like the iron hooves of thousands of horses.

Rush in.

The entire courtyard of the residence instantly poured into countless footsteps, countless black figures.

They either have the latest American 02 Thomson in their hands, or the 50 rounds of the former Soviet explosion to shoot Uzi.

Each person had flashbang and detonator grenades around their waists, and even expensive stun bombs.

When Ma Tsai found out about the situation, he just wanted to raise the muzzle of the gun, but the bullets from all directions directly knocked the horse boy into a sieve.

A puddle of meat puree, to be exact.

Only then did the drug lords discover that some black-clad agents had already been ambushed on the rooftop.

After shooting the horses, the muzzles of their guns were pointed back at the head of the village chief, Yelan Tuku, again.

The men wore raincoats, special goggles, walkie-talkies around their waists, and even bags of dry food on the roof.

By all indications, they had been on the roof for not a while.

The total number of people who broke into the house was divided into two long lines, and after entering, they quickly took control of the scene, and all of them pointed their guns at the people in the house.

Yelan Tukun looked at the door in shock, and Zhou Zhouyan, who was lying on the ground and wailing just now, also looked in the same direction in surprise.

Until the whole yard, the house, was full of armed men of the Self-Defense Forces.

Then a captain-like man pulled out his walkie-talkie: "Safe, Ovo."

Then, footsteps were heard outside the door again.

It's a group of people with black umbrellas.

The men were not wearing the uniforms of the SAR Self-Defense Forces, but were wearing a special black combat uniform.

On the chest of the combat uniform is a black eagle head marking, which is lifelike and looks like lightning.

There were more than a dozen umbrella wielders.

After entering the gate, it automatically divides into two groups and gives way in the middle.

Everyone was respectful and stood straight.

Outside the gates.

It's the sound of leather shoes stepping on the rain.

A black special soldier with a height of more than 1.9 meters held a black umbrella and followed him quickly.

Under the umbrella, stood a young man in a black suit.

The whole house is very quiet.

Soon someone recognized the comer, as they had all seen it on TV.

This person is Jiang Yang, a Chinese businessman who has just taken office as the chairman of the Triangle Alliance and the New Special Administrative Region.

As Jiang Yang entered, all the special operators and members of the Self-Defense Forces also became nervous.

Every corner, room, and even all the dead corners related to Jiang Yang's safety were all full of special fighters with explosion-proof shields and bulletproof shields.

They whispered closely and quietly used walkie-talkies to communicate information in every place to achieve the foolproof operation of this operation.

And Jiang Yang's footsteps didn't seem to stop in the slightest, and went straight to the inside of the lobby.

walked in front of Wednesday Yan.

Entering the hall, the black special operators put away their umbrellas, Zu Shengdong and Bancun followed behind them, each holding a Thomson in their hands, and the bullets were loaded and ready to fire.

Wednesday Yan was really about to cry, her face full of grievances.

wanted to speak, but Jiang Yang spoke first.

"Wednesday Yan is the director of the New Special Administrative Region Supervision Office, who is so bold as to dare to do something to him?"

With that, he stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes scanning the room.

No one spoke.

With just one face, the aura is already an absolutely crushing situation.

It is clear which is strong and which is weak.

Yelan Tuku, who was still full of fierceness and evil aura just now, looked a little inadequate in front of Jiang Yang's fierce momentum at this time.

Jiang Yang looked at Zhou Yan: "You were beaten while you were on official duty."

Wednesday Yan struggled to get up from the ground and nodded aggrievedly, "Yes."

Jiang Yang raised his finger and pointed to the badge on his uniform that had the words "New Special Zone" cut off, and asked, "Who did it?"

In the face of this oppressive atmosphere, Yelan Tukun finally couldn't hold it back.

"Me."

Yelan Tukun looked at Jiang Yang fiercely, and said lightly, "***."

Jiang Yang looked at Yelan Tu Cun curiously: "Why are you doing this?"

Yelan Tu Kun sneered: "In the fishing village, do I still need a reason to clean up the people in Ye Lan Tu Kun?"

"Yes."

Jiang Yang said, "Wednesday Yan is from the New Special Administrative Region, you have to give me an explanation."

Yelan Tukun smiled and crooked his lips and said, "I don't think he's happy, is this explanation okay?"

Jiang Yang frowned slightly, looked at Yelan Tukun and said, "I will inform you for the last time, before three o'clock in the afternoon tomorrow, you will leave the New Special Zone."

The two temptations made Yelan Tukun's heart relax a little.

Seeing that Jiang Yang discussed with him again, he finally determined what he thought in his heart.

I secretly wondered in my heart, it seems that this Jiang Yang is just a paper tiger, and he is just scary on the surface. ap.

"My boss is Bogang."

Yelan Tukun opened his mouth and said in a sloppy manner, "Returning to the New Special Zone was also through his permission. We've been here for more than ten years, what right do you have to let us go."

After that, he laughed wildly, looked at Jiang Yang and said, "Foreigner, here, you don't have this power."

When Yelan Tukun said the last sentence, Jiang Yang's eyes had changed.

He suddenly regretted saying it, but it was too late.

As soon as my hair tightened, I felt a cold touch on the root of my right ear.

Before he could react, a huge roar had already sounded.

The bullet from the pistol struck the roof from the root of Yelantu's right ear, and the entire right side of his face was already a blur of flesh and blood, and the smell of burnt paste and ammunition echoed faintly in the room.

Yelan Tukun covered half of his cheek with his hands and screamed as he searched for his ears on the ground.

The roar was so strong that he couldn't hear anything clearly.

The man's voice was like a dream, and it seemed to float from the sky.

"Here, it's power."

The sound vanished, and a woven thing landed lightly in front of Yelan Tuku.

He stopped in his franty to find his ears, staring blankly at what had fallen on the ground in front of him.

It was the uniform badge that he had picked in half with his knife.

It reads

Three words: New Special Zone.