The presidential palace of cuiguo, 30 kilometers away from Yushi mansion, is more heavily guarded than ever.
A large number of armed special police, soldiers, and armored vehicles will guard the area within a radius of five kilometers.
In the sky, armed helicopters patrol back and forth in rain.
On the ground, military Humvees driving machine guns are neatly placed in front of the presidential palace, monitoring all suspicious people.
The people and vehicles who had strayed into the warning area were forcibly detained, which aroused the public interest because they wanted to protect songchai in the presidential palace.
Soldiers guarding the entrances and exits and commanding heights stare at the Oval Office of the presidential palace from time to time, waiting for the instructions issued inside.
In the spacious and luxurious hall, more than a dozen chairs are scattered on both sides, and there are more than a dozen uniformed men and women sitting on them, one by one exuding hostility and homicide.
They don't look like easy characters to provoke, but they all have a touch of instinctive fear at this time.
Behind them stood more than a dozen soldiers with guns and live ammunition, with five wounded companions kneeling at their feet.
Bloodstained and frightened, he is the surviving officer of Yushi mansion.
But their morale and pride have been trampled down by Ye Tianlong, and they are no longer full of spirit, but more sorrowful.
"Rich and noble casinos were burned, peace casinos were bombed, zhuotai was killed, Wasi was drowned, even Babu was killed."
"In less than 48 hours, 40% of the family wealth I have accumulated has gone, and the great generals I value have been killed."
"Zhuotai, their bodies are soft, but you don't even know who they are."
He glared: "what's the difference between raising you and a bunch of trash?"
Songchai is about sixty years old. He has a ferocious face and a pair of big eyes. When he stares at people, he turns red and shivers.
The whole person's momentum is similar to that of monk Sha who hasn't been ashore in the journey to the West. In fact, everyone here has an instinctive fear of him.
Therefore, the national defense forces are more afraid of him than respect him. At the moment, when they hear that he is angry, they even lower their heads and dare not look at him.
"A bunch of trash!"
When songchai saw that no one answered, he slapped the table and there was a loud bang. There were several cracks on the marble table:
"fifty thousand people, with guns and guns, with guns and guns. They were in a mess by a group of foreigners. What's the use of your living?"
Songchai looked at more than a dozen men and women, eager to take out a gun to kill a few: "did they grow wings and fly away?"
"President, we have searched the whole city, but the place is too big, and it's raining, so we haven't locked them in for the time being."
A woman with a national face hesitated to respond: "give the national defense forces a little more time, I believe they can be dug out."
Another bearded man echoed: "yes, yes, we have blocked the entry and exit, they can't run."
Songchai's eyes glared again, and the blood was red, which made people roar:
"a little time? One day, three days, or a week? "
"They are not necessarily in cuiguo, but they are 100% in cuiguo, and they may be hiding under our eyes."
Songchai clenched his fist: "it's not that they are too capable, but that you are too incompetent. Tens of thousands of people can't even find a few foreigners."
"Put up a notice for me. If the supreme dragon doesn't turn himself in, we'll kill the Chinese businessmen in the prison."
"President, there is no intelligence that the supreme dragon is sent by Chinese businessmen. Will we kill Chinese businessmen?"
"I don't care if they have a relationship."
Songchai is very arrogant: "they are all Chinese, this is the original sin."
"On the first day, ten people were killed, on the second day, twenty people were killed, and on the third day, thirty people were killed He'll never show up if he can
Songchai sneered: "with my understanding of Chinese people, even if the supreme dragon doesn't show up, those Chinese businessmen's families will force him to show up."
They all nodded: "I understand."
"When you put up a notice to go out, increase the search efforts, and be sure to dig him out for me in 48 hours."
Songchai kicked away the seat and pulled out the gun in his waist with his backhand: "I'm going to sacrifice his head to Babu."
Although there is no full evidence that ye Tianlong killed Babu, songchai doesn't mind tying these events together.
In this way, we can make it clear to the public that we are not the murderer, and we can also win the favor of all parties through the sacrifice.
A dozen men and women were affected by the corners of their mouths, and then nodded in unison: "yes, Mr. President."
"You're rubbish, too."
At this time, songchai didn't pay any attention to these men. He came to the wounded with guns, looked at the latter's shaking body, and gave a cold hum:
"your duty is to watch Babu, but it turned out well, the jade mansion was bombed, and Babu was also killed.""Do you know that when Babu was killed, the whole cuiguo people would think that I did it."
"The most important point is that Babu still has at least 18 jade mines in his hand. Now that he is dead, Laozi has lost more than 100 billion."
Songchai was very distressed: "that's white money..."
"Mr. President, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
An officer felt a touch of danger and slapped himself with his backhand: "it's our dereliction of duty and we didn't take care of Bob..."
"But no one thought that the attacker was not saving people, but killing people."
They still don't understand that the intruder ventured in, not to save Babu, but to shoot him.
"Bang!"
Songchai didn't respond. He just pulled the trigger and a bullet went straight to the head.
Then, songchai kicked over the body with a cold touch on his face: "I hate people looking for reasons for failure."
He pointed to the others and yelled, "I only want the result. I only want the result. Do you understand?"
"Bang bang!"
Drinking, he pulled the trigger, the rest of the injured all blow head: "did not keep their posts, that is waste."
Several officers were stained with blood and fell to the ground. Despair was clearly visible on their faces.
The audience was quiet, with fear in their eyes, and even the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.
Somchai has always been cruel.
He dropped the gun on the table and yelled at more than a dozen hands, "get out of here! Forty eight hours, no one is found. That's the end for you. "
Voice down, more than a dozen people from the body in an instant, how fast, so as not to be shot in the head.
After the men left the office, Somchai sat down on the sofa, took out a cigar, poured a glass of red wine, and then pressed a button.
With the button down, the entire office doors and windows closed, a bit more dark, and then, the opposite big screen lit up, more than a shadow.
A man in a mask.