"Fortunately, the virus hasn’t spread further." Secretary Luo walked to the screen, locking the image on the second-to-last picture. The word "toxicity" vividly appeared in view as Secretary Luo pointed at the screen and said gravely, "We can see that most of the toxic substances are refined in the area between our nation and Japan."
"The HTC4 mutated virus is spreading rapidly. If not promptly controlled, the consequences will be unimaginable," said the Minister of the Propaganda Departnt, Tang Xiaoxia.
"As the ancient saying goes, fight poison with poison. Even a deadly toxin, used effectively, can be a potent redy." Lu Yixing, commander of the Yanjing Military Region Subdivision, clasped his hands together, resting his arms on the chairboard, with his eyes closed.
A casual remark, like a large stone dropping into a pond, stirred waves of unrest.
"Currently, Japan’s regi is in a period of turbulent transition, backed by Arica. So are starting to beco restless, which signals sothing to all of Huaxia." As a soldier present, Lu Yixing couldn’t help but feel so anxiety. In tis of peace, war is not an ideal weapon; however, Japan’s actions are provocative.
"As proud children of Huaxia, how can we tolerate our land being traded away?" Wang Zhanting’s fervor prompted strong expressions of individualism among those present, which surprised Hua Muyun. His gaze shifted to Lu Yixing, who exclaid loudly, "The constant will remain amidst all change, and the essence will endure despite manifest differences."
"Hahaha!" Hua Muyun laughed heartily, dispelling the earlier gloom from his face and raising the mood in the eting room from low to high pressure: "Everyone here is a fervent patriot, which deeply moves . As children of Huaxia, it’s only right to stand firm on your position in this matter and maintain your current enthusiasm when you return."
The municipal council eting thus ended—seemingly harmonious and without smoke, yet subtly hiding an indescribable mystique. Everyone leaving the eting room held a tumultuous heart. The northern alley case had progressed from the police station to Sword, indicative of sothing everyone understood—the sky in Yanjing is changing, circumstances have beco turbulent. The Qu Family seems to have embarked on a path of no return—what will happen to the Wang Family? Everyone is observing from the sidelines, wary of making a wrong step that could have endless repercussions.
And now, the Wang Family’s strong support for the Hua Family at the eting presents a sowhat baffling situation—is it truly out of patriotism or just a cover-up? No one dares to guess; being cautiously neutral is the strategy to protect oneself.
Hua Muyun took Secretary Luo’s call, hearing Hua Qingyi’s simple report from the other end. Hua Muyun’s worries dispersed—if Xiao Lin were truly in trouble, the Hua Family would indeed face a critical challenge.
"Xiao Luo, send so condolences to the Xia Family for , and closely monitor the Wang Family. The sky in Yanjing is truly about to change. I hope that boy spares a bit of kindness and doesn’t leave others empty-handed."
"Yes!" As a secretary, Secretary Luo doesn’t question why; he opened the curtain in front of Hua Muyun, letting the sun show its brilliance—it had a unique aning in the autumn mid-afternoon. Hua Muyun sipped his tea thoughtfully, opening the window to welco the light into the room that was previously shut out.
In every generation’s governance, there’s an unchanging rule, like an ancient curse, repeating and evolving through the ages. Whether in the transition of power or in political stability, a change of blood is a necessary ans—just that so succeed and others fail. The sky in Yanjing is too gray and needs more colors to fill it—he, Hua Muyun, is very willing to make such a move.
The gentleman, as always, sat in his seemingly unimpressive room—here was the Dragon Soul headquarters. He was inside Huaxia’s most secretive organization. People who ca in could not leave. Whether it be due to Dragon Soul’s overconfidence or indifference, it made no difference to him. He had only one purpose.
Dragon Soul’s cells are very humane, comparable to a comrcial apartnt—a single room with an independent bathroom and kitchen. Apart from lacking freedom, you may do whatever you please. Of course, there are no communication devices; you can play gas but have no internet, watch TV but only on several channels. In conclusion, it’s very easy to go crazy in here.
No one talks to you, no one pays attention to you, not even if you are a criminal kingpin or a notorious executioner—with countless murders on your record—no one will cause you trouble here.
The gentleman emitted a cold laugh at the wall again—Dragon Soul’s thods were sophisticated. Such psychological warfare might overwhelm ordinary people; yet, he, the Middle Eastern gentleman, had an exceptionally strong psyche.
Xiao Lin scrutinized the person on the screen through a monitor. Every subtle movent of the subject was infinitely magnified, unable to escape his eyes. The sound of breathing was clearly audible in the headphones, down to the resonances of the vocal cords.
Dragon Soul possessed advanced technology and equipnt, hosting top-notch researchers and unique raw materials—even maintaining its vegetation zone to develop and research any new drug.
Suddenly, a slight movent appeared on the screen, prompting Xiao Lin to have a bit of expression: "Roll the footage back thirty seconds."
"Yes, General!"
The gentleman’s left side of the mouth had a slight twitch, once, twice, and when the slight action repeated for the fifth ti, Xiao Lin made a plan and couldn’t help but say: "Notify downstairs—open the door."
With two beeps, the magnetic door opened. It was the first visit since entering Dragon Soul. The gentleman curiously turned his head; he had been facing this wall for a long ti—if looks could bore holes, this solid steel-reinforced wall would have likely been penetrated by his gaze.
"Is it you?!" Upon seeing the visitor, the gentleman almost jumped out of bed, wearing a fierce look—with eyes like an eagle hovering in the sky, tightly pursuing its prey.
For the gentleman’s attack, Xiao Lin was not surprised, and it was anticipated. He had killed his brothers—it was only human to avenge such an act. Step aside, he stepped back, raised his left hand to hit the gentleman’s right shoulder socket, while bending down and passing smoothly under his right arm, landing a right fist on the chest—although this was the hardest part of the human skeleton, it was also the most vulnerable area.
Xiao Lin showed no rcy, striking the gentleman solidly, stepping into the magnetic fra, with the door shutting behind him. "Won’t it be a problem just letting the General in like this?" The soldier monitoring the screen was a bit worried; the gentleman was fad for his reputation—even the Devil wouldn’t dislike him.
"If he can’t handle it, no one can." The speaker was a middle-aged man, watching the fight on the screen. In fact, after the first move, the outco was already obvious. (To be continued. If you like this work, welco to Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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