On November 4th, it was stormy and stormy.

The rubber forests in Nanhua have entered the harvesting period, but in this weather, harvesting is impossible.

Java Island, Semarang.

"Suqing, will the butterfly come back in the next two days?" Huang Wenbing walked to the door, hung his poncho on the wall, and asked Huang Suqing who was cooking.

After they got married, they pushed and rebuilt the resettlement house originally allocated during the Construction Corps period. The main building was a three-story building, with the garage and kitchen on both sides, and a small courtyard sandwiched in the middle.

"Originally we were supposed to arrive this afternoon, but with such heavy rain, I don't know if the ship will be delayed." Huang Suqing looked at the weather with some worry.

"Yes, with such a heavy rain, the river water has risen, and the rice in the fields is in the filling period. If the rain continues like this, the production may be reduced this year." Huang Wenbing also said worriedly.

He just went out to check the water level. Fortunately, the drainage system they built did not cut corners and can withstand it for the time being.

"Anyway, it's raining. It's okay. After dinner, I'll go to the pier and wait. If the butterfly comes back, I can bring her back." Huang Wenbing said.

"Okay, Xiaoyu, bring your sister down for dinner!" Huang Suqing shouted to the upstairs.

After dinner, Huang Wenbing came to the garage. There were many things in the garage, including a car, a thick tractor, and a motorcycle.

Huang Wenbing bought the car for Huang Suqing. It cost more than 300 yuan not long ago. It is convenient for Huang Suqing to commute to get off work. He himself prefers riding a motorcycle.

It was raining and it was inconvenient to ride a motorcycle. Huang Wenbing drove towards the port.

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"Brother-in-law!"

Huang Wenbing was squatting under a pavilion to hide from the rain and smoke while he heard a familiar voice.

"Butterfly? Are you here?!" Huang Wenbing responded, threw away the cigarette butt, held up his umbrella and walked towards Butterfly.

Huang Wenbing handed the umbrella to Huang Butterfly, took Huang Butterfly's salute, and the two walked towards the parking lot.

"Didn't your sister say you would arrive in the afternoon? Why so early?" Huang Wenbing asked as they walked.

"I don't know either. We were originally going to dock in Surabaya first, but last night the captain suddenly informed us not to dock and sail directly to Semarang. I arrived this morning. Is there anything to eat, brother-in-law? He's starving to death..." Huang Butterfly

He asked in a huff.

The rain was so heavy that the vendors didn't leave their stalls. She had only eaten one rice cake since morning.

"There seems to be Xiaoyu's snacks in the car. Let's fill your stomach first. There will be a restaurant when you get out." Huang Wenbing stuffed the salute into the trunk.

"What is that?" Yellow Butterfly held an umbrella and looked towards the exit of the parking lot.

The rain was heavy and she couldn't see clearly from far away. She could only see a blurry shadow.

boom!

Boom!

"Squat down!" The explosion sounded. Before Huang Butterfly could react, Huang Wenbing grabbed her and squatted behind the car.

Bang bang bang bang...

Snap...

Bang……

After the explosion, there was noisy gunfire. After confirming that he was not the target of the attack, Huang Wenbing carefully stretched out his head and took out his pistol.

In order to cultivate a martial spirit, guns are not prohibited in Nanhua, but there are strict requirements for the use of guns. For example, they must be of age, mentally stable, and receive training.

Moreover, there are so many snakes, insects and fierce beasts in Nanhua that it is impossible to survive without weapons.

"Stop." The gunfire lasted less than two minutes, with three explosions in between.

Although the gunfire stopped, Huang Wenbing still did not go out.

After a while, several soldiers walked in.

"We are soldiers. We were on a mission just now. It's all right!" a few people shouted.

"Xiao Wu? Is that you? I'm Ma Hua..."

"Brother Hua Zi? Yes, it's me. It's okay. We suppressed a group of gangsters and it's over now."

"A gangster? That's good. What did I think was going on..."

Someone who was familiar with the soldier came out. After confirming that there was no accidental injury, the soldier left. Only then did Huang Wenbing come out.

"Brother-in-law, are there so many gangsters in Semarang?" Huang Butterfly sat in the passenger seat, eating snacks from his nephew.

"Who knows? I only know a few local gangsters. The last time the locals caused trouble was seven or eight years ago." Huang Wenbing was also puzzled by this matter.

"Brother-in-law, they are Javanese, not to mention natives, they are not in line with the mainstream." Huang Butterfly complained.

"I don't want to think about it anymore, let's listen to the radio!" Huang Butterfly ate several pastries, drank some water, and said with satisfaction.

Turning on the car radio, slowly tuning in to a cross talk program, Huang Butterfly listened with great interest.

"An urgent message is inserted below. Yesterday afternoon, His Majesty the Emperor encountered multiple organized and premeditated assassinations on his way back from inspecting the Surabaya Shipyard. The assassins were religious and ethnic radical organizations.

A bomb was used to attack His Majesty the Emperor's motorcade. His Majesty the Emperor was injured and has been sent back to Borneo for treatment. This attack resulted in a total of nine deaths..."

Crunch~~

The car came to a sudden stop, and the yellow butterfly came out of its trance.

"Brother-in-law! Did I hallucinate just now?" Huang Butterfly asked subconsciously.

"I heard it too..." Huang Wenbing was silent for a moment and looked out the window.

From his position, he could just see the place where the shots were fired. Two armored vehicles were parked there and soldiers were dragging the bodies.

Bodies were pulled out one after another and thrown on the truck. He could see that the bodies had hats on their heads.

"Religious national organization? The natives! The revenge of the natives must be!" Huang Wenbing gritted his teeth and patted the steering wheel.

Some residents suddenly appeared on the street. They were walking through the streets, as if they were seeking to prove something.

At one point, their voices even drowned out the heavy rain, and the crowd began to flow in specific directions.

Seen from the sky, the direction in which the crowds are moving is always the direction in which the mosque exists.

Rumble, rumble, rumble...

The dull sound of engines sounded, armored vehicles, trucks, motorcycles, and a large number of soldiers poured into the city.

Separate the crowd and set up checkpoints to prevent possible chaos.

"Hello, where is your destination?" The police finally came out and knocked on Huang Wenbing's window.

"What's going on? I'm the director of the Agriculture Office of Pioneer Town. I'm going back to Pioneer Town." Huang Wenbing asked.

"Suppression of the resistance organizations. As for the situation here, the crowd was so excited that in order to avoid accidents, the mayor had to let the garrison come in to maintain order.

If you want to leave the city, just leave quickly and cooperate with inspections and they won't make things difficult for you," the policeman said calmly.

"Your Majesty...has something really happened?" Huang Wenbing was silent for a moment and then asked.

The policeman's face was visibly distorted. After his chest rose and fell several times, he calmly said to Huang Wenbing:

"Your Majesty will be fine, but those scumbags are in big trouble!"

The policeman's tone was particularly calm, as if he was describing an ordinary fact. If his hands hadn't trembled, Huang Wenbing might have been convinced.

"Yes, it will be fine..."

After starting the car, Huang Wenbing hurried back.

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Borneo, Xin Chang'an, Ziwei Palace.

"Nonsense!"

"If you find a problem, just put it out. How can anyone be like you?"

"He even released the news, which made everyone frightened."

"Have you ever thought about the consequences of this news?"

Liu Wanhua yelled at Liu Yiming angrily.

Behind Liu Wanhua were Xu Hui, Zhang You and others, staring at Liu Yiming, and Zhao Jiaxing and Jiang Wang behind him.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry. I must have my reasons for doing this." Liu Yiming smiled.

Who said he was dishonest in this matter? He made a temporary decision and immediately started a big project for Xu Hui after making the decision.

"The reason? Please explain. If you don't reveal the ugly Yinmao today, the matter will not be over." Liu Wanhua sat down unceremoniously.

"Jiang Wang." Liu Yiming shouted with a smile.

"Here." Jiang Wang stepped forward and took out a large bag of documents.

"Everyone, let Jiang Wang explain, and you will understand." Liu Yiming distributed the documents.

"Emperor, Queen, Prime Minister, first of all, the assassination is true. It was carried out by some Javanese radicals, and the organizers were local religious organizations."

"This time they did not disclose to the outside world that they selected fanatics to serve as death warriors, so we only detected the attack the day before it was launched," Jiang Wang said.
To be continued...