On the departing train, a middle-aged man wrapped in a scarf looked at the police and military police who had just arrived at the station, turned around and pulled down the scarf and let out a long sigh. His mission has been completed. Although he does not know the life or death of important targets such as Ma Jiang, as long as the city is in chaos, bleeding, and dead, and the government can shoot and suppress it, his mission has been completed. He can go to the south to take a boat to Nanyang, enter the top leaders of the Al Shabaab in Siam, enjoy privileges, or choose to go to South Africa or Australia to be a farmer. Leng Qiu claims to be a promise in the world, and he will definitely not lose his reputation because of a small person like himself. As for those passionate young people, it can only be said that they are willing to sacrifice for the revolution and help them realize their ideals. This is a fair deal. Everyone has their own wishes and their own positioning. Of course, revolutionary leaders like himself cannot be sacrificed like this.

He looked at the man opposite him strangely. Since he got in the car, the man seemed to have been closing his eyes and resting, just occasionally opening his eyes to see. He felt that this person was a bit difficult, and that temperament made him feel some impulsive.

"Sir, your surname is yours? What's the point of doing this time?"

"The surname is Liu. Go see an old friend."

“Where?”

"The South has been with that old friend for a long time. This time I will take a look and talk about it myself."

"Oh. I'm also going to the south this time, and it seems I can have a good chat along the way."

"You are right, we should really have a good chat."

The man showed a strange smile. The middle-aged man opposite him stared at him, but he felt a hard thing on his waist on his left. He turned his eyes slightly and saw the silent intellectual. At this moment, he stared at him with a positive expression, with a black pistol in his hand.

"No. 1, your game is over."

White Mansion.

"We have tried our best." Zheng Yu comforted Du Zhi, who looked a little ugly, "It would be amazing to be able to stabilize a few places and force the General Intelligence Bureau and the Gendarmerie to move along. After all, we are not gods, so we should be worthy of everything."

"I didn't expect things to be so tragic." Du Zhi said in a low voice, "Those children are simply like madmen, and it's useless to say it. We can only shoot."

"This is nothing. If populism is started and the violent revolution begins, it will be truly tragic and terrifying." Zheng Yu sneered, "I think some people are fighting this idea... If the situation is not controlled as soon as possible, more and more ambitious people will move like cats that smell fishy. In everyone's heart, there is actually a kind of violent desire, a desire to destroy, a desire to change their destiny in an unwilling state and want to change their destiny at once. If the government loses its deterrence and society loses its due order, then this desire will be like Mars splashing out from the ammunition warehouse, and eventually blow the entire house into ruins."

"Your Highness, what do you mean?"

"The danger I mentioned is just a possibility for the time being. The power of the Al Shabaab is still very limited, and the people of the empire are still there. As long as we deal with it properly, except for a few anti-social outlaws who may do something to take advantage of the situation, they may attract more hatred from the people." Zheng Yu looked out the window with complicated eyes, as if he wanted to see clearly the blood color hidden in the vast night and the deeper and thicker darkness. "Your Majesty must have made arrangements and will make the best use of this incident to completely clear the hidden threats to these hidden threats, and clear the obstacles to the future national war."

He was silent for a moment, his brows frowned slightly: "Mingzhe, do you think many rioters have received professional military training this time?"

"That's right, and it's even more serious than what the General Intelligence Bureau said." Du Zhi's expression became more and more serious. "Most of those young students are used for suicide attacks, and many of the people responsible for cover have obviously received strict military training. Many of these people have been beaten to death, but almost no one has been captured alive. It is estimated that it is likely that Leng Qiu trained in Nanyang, the so-called youth suicide squad, the Youth Pioneer Army, etc.."

"The General Information Bureau still has some problems in resource allocation, and it actually allowed so many dangerous elements to mix into the country." Zheng Yu rubbed his eyebrows, "Yuelan, what is the situation in other provinces?"

"Jilin, Liaoning, Hebei, Shanxi, Shandong, Henan, Shaanxi, Ningxia, Sichuan, and Jiangsu have all had similar actions. This time, the Al Shabaab has mobilized the entire network." Mingyuelan's tone was a bit heavy, "The bureau has mastered most of the actions, but there are many spontaneous variables in many places, so the losses have not been completely controlled. This time, not only were there many casualties from citizens and police officers, but many government officials have also suffered casualties."

"See it, this is the riot of the revolutionary revolution at the bottom." Zheng Yu sighed lightly, "Even the so-called leaders of the revolutionary party cannot fully grasp it. If this situation continues, it will be out of control. Now we must close the Internet immediately and turn to the propaganda struggle. I will call directly, and you all come and listen."

On the train, No. 1 was silent. The carriage had been cleared and empty, with only six people left, four sitting and two standing at two doors.

"I know what you are waiting for." The middle-aged man opposite took a sip of water and smacked his lips with satisfaction. "The two vanguard troops who came to escort you were subdued as soon as they got on the car. All your actions are in our control."

No. 1's pupils contracted suddenly and he looked at the opposite side in fear.

"Don't doubt our professional level. Your problem is that your problem is too unprofessional, so you can only trust those so-called professionals." The middle-aged man looked at No. 1 with fun, "If you follow the paper plan completely, you will naturally be destined to be in our hub. If you exert more subjective power and actively do some work, it may bring us more trouble. It seems that you still read the Hadith less."

No. 1's expression gradually returned to calm, and he nodded: "The General Intelligence Bureau is indeed well-known. I can cooperate with you, but I also have to put forward my conditions."

"Condition?" The middle-aged man's eyes were cold and disdainful, "Do you think you are qualified to negotiate the conditions?"

"Yes, because you need time, and I happen to be not a person who is afraid of death, nor are I afraid of threats." No. 1 said calmly, "I know a lot of things you need to help you reveal the true face of Al-Shabaab, and I can help you go to court to say what I know, and what I don't know."

The middle-aged man opposite was slightly stunned, and his eyes looked at him with some appreciation. But after a moment, he shook his head gently: "Your face is like a revolutionary hero. I have seen so-called revolutionary patriots who are not afraid of death and hardship, but I have never seen those who can speak in the bureau before. Since you can abandon your revolutionary comrades at this time, you are naturally not a so-called revolutionary hero. You will still have the same result in the end, so why bother yourself?"

"Believe me, that kind of taste is something you absolutely cannot imagine."

The middle-aged man's expression was neither hideous nor vicious, and his tone was as calm as if he was talking about a routine, but it instantly made No. 1's mood sink into the bottomless abyss.
Chapter completed!