District 9

At around eight o'clock in the evening, inside Yanbei Hongjing Media Co., Ltd., a middle-aged man walked into the small conference room and asked his assistant: "Have you collected all the phone calls?"

"Take it." The assistant nodded.

Next to the conference table, a plump middle-aged woman said in a grand manner: "Mr. Zhang, your meeting is too strict. Your assistant wants to look through my underwear to see if there is a bug or something." "

"Haha." The middle-aged man smiled, closed the door, and sat in the main seat and said: "This media event will be all conducted using overseas accounts. The cannons that have been raised before will be used in three times."

The more than 20 people in the conference room, listening to the middle-aged words, still lowered their heads to take notes.

"This time the information should not be released in stages. It should be like a bomb and immediately set off a wave of public opinion." The middle-aged man frowned and said: "The attack teams controlled by each unit must strictly abide by the activity procedures established by the company. Even outside the country, Don't act alone. You must know what kind of opponent we are facing this time..."

"clear!"

"clear!"

"...!"

Everyone nodded in response, and after the middle-aged man finished his request, he distributed the information he had collected long ago to everyone present on a USB flash drive.

at the same time.

Outside the European Union area and the unplanned area near the Asian League, there are a total of more than a dozen media attack groups, and they have begun to live in groups. This group of people rented a house, prepared a large number of daily necessities, set up a private wireless network, and were ready to start work.

…

Inside Wang Zhou's military headquarters.

An officer from the Teng clan asked a regiment-level cadre under Wang Zhou: "Are you really not going to say it?"

"I have nothing to say." The other party lowered his head and his attitude of resisting the interrogation was very obvious.

"You really won't shed tears until you see the coffin." Officer Teng took a sip of water, turned his head and shouted outside: "Let him in."

The group leader raised his head when he heard the sound and looked at the door.

About three or four minutes later, the battalion commander in Wang Zhou's army who was responsible for attacking Baishantou walked into the interrogation room with his hands and feet shackled.

The group leader was confused.

"Tell him your attitude." Officer Teng pointed at the battalion commander and said.

"...Liu Tuan...I've said...what should be said about me, so don't hold it back." The battalion commander lowered his head and stammered.

Liu Tuan blinked and cursed: "cnm, traitor!"

"Liu Tuan, just like the upper class, we were raised by our parents... I am old and young, so I cannot be sentenced to death." The battalion commander swallowed and continued: "The people below us know little. Even if you have little to gain, if you hold on hard...who will you be able to achieve in the end?"

"Shut up, you traitor without loyalty and faith!" Liu Tuan's teeth itched with hatred.

"Take him down." Officer Teng waved his hand.

The battalion commander was taken away again, and Liu Tuan's eyes were obviously panicked.

"Look, if you don't say it, there are others who are willing to say it..." The Teng officer still had to do ideological work for the other party.

Liu Tuan looked up at him and suddenly interrupted and asked, "Did this bastard bite me and push the blame onto me?"

"Haha, what do you think?" Officer Teng asked with a smile.

"Damn it, I have long seen that he is not a good person!" Liu Tuan cursed angrily and immediately explained: "But this matter is not actually our fault, it is mainly the responsibility of Yang Zexun and the military... ...I was forced to carry out the orders. You said that the mountains are full of soldiers from the special operations brigade. Can we not be clear? Do we just want to fire at our former comrades? We definitely don’t want to. But you know, military orders are like mountains But... Yang Zexun and the military are forcing us, so we have to carry out the order!"

The Teng officer was stunned, thinking that one second this bastard was calling his subordinates traitors, and the next second he started to vomit.

"Then tell me, how did the higher-ups give you the order, and how did you carry it out?"

"I have a request."

"you say."

"If I tell the truth, can you not let me go around doing work for other people like that idiot? I am a regiment leader after all... I don't want to show up and have people accuse me of betraying the military."

"……Can."

"That's what happened..." Liu Tuan started to vomit.

…

Inside the restaurant.

Fatty Teng took the phone and said to Gu Yan: "Many people here have vomited. Yes, there are too many people. It is impossible for them all to be willing to bear the thunder for Wang Zhou. If someone collapses first, it will lead to others. People. In two days at most, I will investigate the matter and hand over the witnesses and physical evidence to you."

When Gu Yan heard this, he frowned and sighed: "During the civil strife in the Eighth District, Wang Zhou's cousin and nephew all died on the battlefield. Alas, why does he even have problems?"

"People change." Fatty Teng said calmly.

"Check it, I'll wait for your news."

"Um."

After saying that, the two ended the call, and Gu Yan's mood became even lower. There are problems throughout the military department, which makes him, who has always been a temperamental person, somewhat sad inside.

…

Just as the internal confrontation within the Eighth District became increasingly clear, the secret fight in Sichuan Mansion also entered a fever pitch.

In a trading company on Taizheng Road in Chongdu, a man was sitting in the darkroom, holding a phone and saying: "Yes, yes, our working group is already doing its best to collect information about the Songjiang Clique in Sichuan Province. .Okay, I will send you some information I have right away. Well, if there is any situation here, I will report to you personally. Okay, you are busy, you are busy."

After the phone call, the man put the phone on the table tiredly and began to close his eyes and rest.

This man's name is Wu Jing, a military intelligence officer from the Chen Department in District 7, with the rank of major. He began to hibernate in Sichuan about three years ago. He opened a trading company and led a group of people to run the company.

In normal times, the upper levels do not use this level of military intelligence personnel, but after Qin Yu disappeared, the Sichuan government's actions became more complicated, and this group of people entered the awakening period and began to focus on the political changes in the Sichuan government and target the Songjiang Clan. An investigation was launched.

After sitting in a chair and resting for a while, Wu Jing was about to go out when another phone on the table rang.

"Hello?"

"Boss, there is something strange about Target No. 5. His behavior is a bit abnormal and he has left the capital. Do we want to follow him?" the other party asked.

Wu Jing lowered his head and glanced at his watch: "No. 5 is quite important, I'll go there too."

"good."

…

Four districts.

Li Bokang dialed Zhou Xingli's phone number and said succinctly: "The talks are almost the same. The fourth district is ready to take action."

"Okay." Zhou Xingli nodded and replied.