The Genius

Overnight, eight of the 24 camps in mifang were brutally attacked, resulting in heavy losses of personnel and property.

It's six in the morning. It's still dark. Camp Jintang.

Qiao Chuanlong leaned on the chair of the headquarters, haggard and unable to refresh himself with cigars.

For the first time, he felt exhausted when he looked at a briefing and a group of sad colleagues.

He is not afraid of a powerful enemy, no matter how powerful the enemy is, as long as the front is hard, he also believes that the final victory belongs to himself and his small partners.

History has proved countless times that he can laugh to the end.

But in the face of this phantom like enemy, Qiao Chuanlong felt powerless, the other side did not give him the opportunity to fight.

What's the use of a hard fist?

"Mr. Qiao Chuanlong, preliminary statistics of losses have been made."

At 6:30, a one eyed intelligence officer walked into the busy headquarters with an indescribable gravity on his face:

"1600 people died, no one was injured, and the direct loss was more than 50 billion US dollars, especially the helicopter camp, which was completely destroyed."

"And the fear and the impact of that have not been counted."

"Eliza, the special envoy of the national government, will arrive in 15 minutes. She needs a comprehensive and reliable report from you."

He had a feeling in his heart that the murderer was really a bull. He destroyed one third of the camp and destroyed 1600 people overnight.

Qiao Chuanlong's voice sank: "is there any news of the murderer?"

After hearing the report from the one eyed intelligence officer, he knew that his official career was coming to an end. Although Ye Tianlong attacked small camps, they were all precious places.

The 1600 backbones are just like babies. They are either Marines, pilots, middle and high-level officers in the Navy.

If he can, Qiao Chuanlong is willing to exchange the lives of 5000 ordinary people for 1600 people.

Unfortunately, he couldn't get it back, so he had to find a way to dig out Ye Tianlong, and then cut him to pieces to make up for the loss.

The one eyed intelligence officer shook his head gently: "there is no news of the murderer. He will come and go without a trace. He will also wear our clothes."

"The surveillance of the attacked camp was also intruded, and his face was not photographed. All the people who had met him were killed."

One eyed intelligence officer respectfully responded: "so there is no whereabouts of him for the time being, only eight camps use ghost to describe him."

"What about the rest of the camps?"

Qiao Chuanlong gritted his teeth: "the ghost has destroyed eight campsites, so it doesn't have to stop there."

"The rest of the camps have entered a state of first-class combat, emergency forces are on standby 24 hours a day, and satellite identification has been activated."

The one eyed intelligence officer has a confidence on his face: "any suspicious person who enters will be found."

"And the rest of the camps are big camps with more than 1000 soldiers. It's not easy for the ghost to attack again."

The one eyed intelligence officer added, "as of now, no bad news has come from the camps."

Qiao Chuanlong clenched his fist slightly: "let them be careful!"

"Before I dig out the ghost, I must be on high alert and never make mistakes again."

If anything happens again, he's going to court martial.

"Step -"

just then, the light at the door darkened, and then a shout came.

"Good morning, Mr. Qiao Chuanlong."

Then a blonde appeared with three bodyguards dressed in black and walked into the headquarters as if she had already known each other.

The three bodyguards all have a thunderbolt fire pattern on their chest, which is not a simple character.

"Good morning, special envoy Eliza. Good morning. It's been a hard journey."

When Qiao Chuanlong saw the blonde appear, he quickly raised his smile and got up to greet her: "I'm sorry to have asked you to come all the way here."

The blonde said with a smile, "I don't want to come here, but too many things happened in Nanhan camp, killing and injuring 1600 people and losing more than 50 billion."

"But Mr. Qiao Chuanlong knew nothing about it. The president was very angry and seldom worried. He had to let me take someone to a trip."

"Let me listen and have a look, and then I can give an account to the president and Congress."

The blonde is 1.75 meters tall. She adds a few centimeters to her shoes. She looks tall and dignified.

In particular, the appropriate work clothes highlight her exquisite body, but the temptation of uniform is just like that.

However, Qiao Chuanlong did not appreciate it very much. He rubbed his head and gave a bitter smile: "I'm really sorry. I'm incompetent and failed to live up to the president's expectations."

"No more nonsense."

Eliza went straight to the subject: "give me an answer, is there a murderer?"

Qiao Chuanlong gently shook his head: "not for the time being, the other side comes and goes quickly, hands and feet clean, it is difficult to lock."

Eliza red lips gently opened: "do you have any information or photos about the murderer?"Qiao Chuanlong shook his head again: "we are investigating..."

Eliza said with a cold face: "compared with the losses we have, Mr. President would like to take the murderer as soon as possible to avoid the losses and expand people's fear."

"Report!"

Just then, the one eyed intelligence officer ran in again, with a touch of joy on his face:

"a patrol car once took a picture of Apache, and the patrol car was blown up, but the picture was saved and entered the network system."

"Apache attacked the patrol car with a Chinese on it."

The one eyed intelligence officer excitedly said, "it's probably the killer."

Qiao Chuanlong's eyes lit up: "really?"

"Come on, come on, pass the pictures on."

He thumped the table and yelled, "with the photos of the murderer, we can break him to pieces."

Eliza, they all adjusted their angles, and their eyes fell on the big screen.

The photos were soon posted.

A picture of Apache firing shows a person sitting on the top of the driver's seat without helmet and walkie talkie. You can see the general face through the glass.

Ye Tianlong with white hair.

"Asshole!"

Qiao Chuanlong slapped the table and yelled: "it's him, ye Tianlong. Why hasn't this bastard died yet? Forty eight shells didn't kill him? "

"It's the one who will fight the Japanese."

He explained to Eliza, and then yelled at the one eyed intelligence officer, "pass on the photos right away, to the camps and writers."

"Give me a full warrant for this asshole."

Qiao Chuanlong slapped the table with a thump: "let Wen family offer a reward of 100 million yuan. We must dig him out today."

The one eyed intelligence officer made a quick move and printed out hundreds of photos of Ye Tianlong for each person.

"Are you looking for me?"

When the one eyed intelligence officer sent out photos to Eliza and other people on the scene, there was one more person at the door, and he also had the photos in his hand.

A cold smile.

Ye Tianlong's figure, like a long knife, withstood the throat of more than 30 people in the headquarters.

It's hard to breathe.