At around 8 o'clock in the evening, a middle-aged man walked into a small conference room in Yanbei Hongjing Media Co., Ltd. and asked his assistant: "Have you checked the phone or something?"

"It's taken away." The assistant nodded.

Next to the conference table, a fat middle-aged woman said with a very large scale: "Mr. Zhang, your meeting is too strict. Your assistant wants to flip through my underwear to see if there are any eavesdropping devices or something."

"Haha." The middle-aged man smiled, closed the door, sat in the main seat and said: "This media event is operated with overseas accounts, and the cannon racks that were kept before are used in three sessions."

More than 20 people in the conference room listened to middle-aged words, but lowered their heads to make 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 follow the activity procedures formulated by the company. Even if they are abroad, they should not act alone. You must be clear about what the opponent we are facing this time..."

"clear!"

"clear!"

“…!”

Everyone nodded in response, and after middle-aged people made the request, they distributed the information they had already plundered on a USB flash drive to everyone present.

at the same time.

In the EU area and outside the planned area near the Asian League, a total of more than a dozen media offensive teams began to enter group life. The group rented houses, prepared a large amount of daily necessities, built a wireless network with good privacy, and prepared to start working.

...

Inside Wang Zhou’s military headquarters.

An officer from the Teng Division asked at 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 resisted the interrogation very clearly.

"You really don't cry until you see the coffin." The Teng Army officer took a sip of water, turned his head and shouted outside, "Let him come in."

The commander 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 shackles on both hands and feet.

The team leader was stunned.

"Tell him your attitude." The Teng Army officer pointed at the battalion commander and said.

"...Liu Tuan... It's time to say... I've said everything I should say, don't carry it." The battalion commander lowered his head and said stutteringly.

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

"Liu Tuan, we are raised by our parents like the upper class... I am old and young, and I cannot be sentenced to death." The battalion commander swallowed and continued, "The people below us know less and get less, so we have to bear it... Who can we achieve in the end?"

"Shut up, you traitor without loyalty and faith!" Liu Tuan's hatred made him itchy.

"Take him down." The Teng Army officer waved his hand.

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

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

Liu Tuan looked up at him and suddenly interrupted and asked, "Did this bastard bit me and pushed the matter on me?"

"Haha, what do you think?" The officer of the Teng Division asked with a smile.

"Damn it, I've long seen that he is not a good thing!" Liu Tuan cursed angrily and explained immediately: "But in fact, it's not our fault for this matter. It's mainly because of Yang Zexun and the military headquarters... I was forced to execute orders. You said that there were soldiers from the special operations brigade on the mountain. How can we not know? Do we just want to fire fire at our former comrades? We definitely don't want to. But you know, the military orders are like a mountain... Yang Zexun and the military headquarters force us, and we have to execute orders!"

The Teng Army officer was stunned and thought to himself that this bastard was calling his subordinate a traitor the previous second, but he started vomiting the next second.

"Then tell me, how did the upper level give you the orders and how did you execute them?"

“I have a request.”

"you say."

"If I told you truthfully, can you not let me do work for others like that stupid B? After all, I am a regiment commander... I don't want to show up in public, so I'm scolding me for betraying the military headquarters."

"……Can."

"That's how it is..." Liu Tuan began to vomit.

...

Inside the restaurant.

Fat Teng took the phone and said to Gu Yan: "Many people here are vomiting. Yes, there are too many people, and it is impossible for them to be willing to carry thunder for Wang Zhou. If someone collapses first, they will lead others. At most two days, I will find out the matter and hand over the evidence to your side."

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 did even he have problems?"

"People can change." Fatty Teng said lightly.

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

"Um."

After saying that, the two ended the call, and Gu Yan was in a deeper mood. There were problems in the entire military headquarters, which made him, who had always been very temperamental, feel a little sad inside.

...

Just as the confrontation within the eighth district became clearer, the secret struggles in Sichuan Mansion also entered a white-hot heat.

In a trading company on Taizheng Road in Chongqing, a man sat in a darkroom, holding a phone call and said, "Yes, yes, our working group has done its best to collect information about the Songjiang Department of Sichuan Province. Okay, I will send you some information I have in my hand back. Well, whenever there is any situation here, I will report it to you personally. Okay, you are busy, you are busy."

After calling, the man tiredly placed his phone on the desktop and began to close his eyes and rest.

This person is Wu Jing, a military intelligence officer from the Chen clan of the seventh district, and is at the level of a major. He started hiding in Sichuan Mansion about three years ago, and opened a trading company on the spot, leading a group of people to do their best to operate the company.

During normal times, the upper class did not use military personnel of this level, but after Qin Yu disappeared, the Sichuan Mansion was more complicated, so the group of people entered the awakening period and began to investigate the Songjiang Group around the political changes in the Sichuan Mansion.

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

"Hello?"

"Boss, there is something wrong with the No. 5 target. He is a little abnormal. He has left Zhongdu. Do we want to follow him?" the other party asked.

Wu Jing looked down at the watch: "No. 5 is quite important, I'll go there too."

"good."

...

District 4.

Li Bokang called Zhou Xingli and said in a concise manner: "The talks are almost the same, and District 4 is ready to start."
Chapter completed!