Strongest Soldier King Chapter 1386 1386: The Operation Begins

Jackson's plan to trap Luo Zheng and the others inside the embassy is indeed clever. Without external help, it would be incredibly difficult to make any progress. Alas is not foolish; he keenly identified the pros and cons of this plan, and after pondering, nodded and said, "I agree with your proposal, but there's one point: it's impossible for them not to have help. Huaxia Country's intelligence personnel are rampant in our country, and they cannot be ignored."

"Intelligence personnel might be top-notch at gathering intelligence, but to conquer my deployed palace is absolutely impossible. They are intelligence gatherers, not combat personnel, with limited fighting capabilities. Do not forget, inside the palace there are nearly a thousand regular troops and the special team I brought. There are police on the periphery, capable of reaching any designated position within three minutes to conduct inspections. Our country's satellites have already placed the palace surroundings under tight surveillance, reporting any findings imdiately. Rest assured." Jackson said coldly, exuding a massive surge of confidence.

Alas also felt that he might be over-worried; no intelligence personnel, no matter how strong, could surpass the defense of a palace guarded by nearly a thousand regular troops. How would they breach it? He thought, then earnestly said, "You make a valid point. As long as our defenses are solid, they can't break in. I'll arrange for soone to keep an eye on the embassy."

"Good. As long as they are trapped inside the embassy, they can't play any tricks. As for the intelligence personnel, let them co; we'll capture them all at once." Jackson said confidently.

"Let's hope so," Alas said casually, but his heart was uneasy, and he hurriedly left.

Jackson watched Alas's departing figure, coldly muttering to himself, "Old friend, our duel has officially begun. Let's see who wins this ti. I hope you won't disappoint ." Suddenly standing, he shouted, "Everyone listen carefully, closely monitor the palace surroundings. With the palace as the center, tightly surveil all regions within a two-kiloter radius. Imdiately conduct identity checks on any Yellow Race found. If identification fails, promptly notify the nearby police for inspection. Rember, it's all Yellow Race individuals; not a single one is allowed to slip through."

"Yes." Those busy at the computers quickly responded and continued working diligently.

Ti passed by the minute, and Jackson dared not rest, keeping a vigilant eye on the staff throughout the night. Until dawn, they found no suspicious figures. In the morning, more Yellow Race individuals passed through the monitoring area. Staff identified their identities via satellites and surrounding surveillance, dismissing those with no issues, while imdiately having the police inspect those raising even a sliver of doubt.

Jackson hadn't slept all night, staring red-eyed at the electronic screens. He scrutinized each discovered Yellow Race individual for several monts. Ti unwittingly reached noon, when Alas arrived, seeing Jackson's red eyes, his dissatisfaction lessened sowhat. Feeling touched, he said, "Sir Jackson, how about you rest for a while? I'll keep watch. Don't worry, I've seen them and won't miss."

"No, not until we catch them. I have a gut feeling they'll strike in the afternoon or evening. We can't be careless. Have the defense forces be on high alert, absolutely no negligence. Also, increase patrol frequency following Plan B, preventing any infiltration." Jackson said, staring at the screen.

"Alright." Alas didn't persuade further, knowing Plan B was the patrol sche post enemy detection. Both density and route have undergone major adjustnts to prevent enemy infiltration. He signaled a deputy, whispered a few words, and the deputy nodded, swiftly leaving to relay the orders.

By afternoon, they'd found quite a few Yellow Race individuals, but none were suspicious; all had public identities, and thankfully, several were not Huaxia Country nationals, avoiding public outrage. Those monitoring the embassy didn't produce any results either; everything was so calm, as if nothing would happen.

The calm before the battle made both Jackson and Alas tense. Both were seasoned veterans, naturally knowing that beneath this calm brewed a massive storm. Neither left; even their als were delivered, occasionally exchanging views without any breakthroughs.

By dinner, everything remained calm, driving Jackson and Alas to the brink of madness. The feeling of having amassed power without a target was agonizing. Dinner was delivered; they sat down to eat, exchanged glances, seeing the gravity in each other's eyes.

"Let's eat first; I estimate tonight there'll be so action," Alas suggested, distressed.

"Alright, give so red wine." Jackson said helplessly, the delayed stir driving him crazy, yet not affecting his judgnt, forcing him to suppress this rampant emotion. The feeling was unbearable.

"Okay!" Alas reached for the nearby red wine, but suddenly noticed the bottle trembling slightly, stunned, thinking his long screen-staring had made him hallucinate. Blinking and looking again, he saw the wine inside still mildly quivering. Though not as apparent, it was visible, stunning him; why would stationary red wine shake?

Alas intuited trouble, standing abruptly. Beside him, Jackson asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

"What's happened?" Alas didn't answer Jackson's question but shouted in shock.

"Report, several natural gas pipeline explosions occurred near the palace, numbers still being tabulated." Soone stood and answered loudly, laced with endless shock.

"What? Imdiately tabulate numbers and exact positions, mark them for . Also, notify the natural gas company to cut off gas imdiately." Alas's face turned cold, shouting.

"Yes." Soone quickly responded.

"Natural gas? That's impossible." Jackson sprang up, looking at Alas with eyes full of suspicion, continuing, "They must have acted; I've seen the underground network map. Natural gas pipelines are underground; impossible for humans to reach. Excavation from the surface would expose; unless?"

"Unless what?" Alas knew the pipeline distribution but couldn't fathom the opponent's thod. Hearing Jackson's analysis, he anxiously pursued, "What did you think of? Simultaneous explosions indicate an enemy move, yet I didn't expect this move. Gas lines won't affect us or the State Preceptor's residence; what's their intent?"

"Useless? You're wrong." Jackson's face turned cold, furrowed brow pondering with clenched fists, a strong sense of crisis engulfing him.