The King of Special Warfare

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The dark world is surging.

Nakasu is also not calm.

Throughout the end of June, in the hidden place unknown to the world, countless seemingly accidental but combined things are inevitable and orderly.

Nakasu, East Island, Northern Europe, North America ...

In a tense atmosphere, the whole dark world seems to have formed a big picture, a general trend.

Unpredictable, unsure.

For the players in Zhongzhou, most of the whole late June was spent in meetings.

Decision-making bureau meetings, military meeting, Kunlun special warfare meeting, internal meetings of major combat agencies, and joint meetings of multiple agencies ...

busy!

On the surface of calm, everyone was busy.

Mess!

Obviously nothing happened, but everyone had a sense of chaos that was extremely uncomfortable.

But orderly.

After almost every meeting, Zhongzhou ’s entire plan will be pushed forward. Under the appearance of busyness, each step of progress is extremely clear and stable. Although the general trend is chaotic, everyone in Zhongzhou is confident Full.

It seems that the special warfare forces throughout Zhongzhou have fallen into a state of extreme madness. For the wonderful future, Zhongzhou has used all its resources and suppressed the possibility of all failures to the minimum.

Then it's investment.

Non-stop investment.

In the course of this nationwide effort to find the East Island, when it comes to madness, General Ning Zhiyuan, commander of the Eastern Mid-Continent Theater, is undoubtedly one of the craziest.

His actions even surprised all the people in the country, even stunned.

As the most staunch supporter of the national pour, the first batch of nearly two thousand special war elites who infiltrated the East Island in Zhongzhou, there will be five hundred elite warriors from the eastern theater.

In the five major theaters, Kunlun City, major special operations agencies, and two major special operations colleges, the eastern theater directly took out a quarter of its staff.

Just when everyone felt that it was crazy enough, the second batch of elite lists sneaking into the East Island was also sent to everyone in the game.

The first thing everyone saw when they saw this list was Ning Zhiyuan's madness.

Six hundred fire masters, and one hundred and eighteen came from the eastern theater!

And the total number of masters of the fireland in the entire eastern theater seems to be less than 130.

What's this for?

Coupled with the first 500 elites sent away, at this moment, the elite combat effectiveness of the eastern theater can be said to be in a state of trough that has never been seen in decades.

Of the five major theaters in the Mid-Continent, the eastern theater has always been recognized as a large theater with comprehensive strength second only to the central theater. However, with the two decisions made by Ning Zhiyuan, the status of the eastern theater has plummeted, almost at the end of the five theaters.

And this strength is bound to be irreparable in a short time.

After all, this is not as simple as sending people to the East Island. At the same time that people are sent out, the files of elite warriors affiliated with the Eastern Theater will also be destroyed in the Eastern Theater database.

From this point of view, every eastern theater elite who enters the East Island can actually be regarded as a Snow Dance Legion.

Even if the Southeast Group wants to use this power to control part of the Snow Dance Corps' right to speak, there is no need for them to plug in when the war is about to erupt. After all, the Snow Dance Corps is based on the will of Kunlun City. With the start of the war, a little bit of thought in Kunlun City can make the hundreds of elites belonging to the eastern theater lose a lot of money. The reason is that the Southeast Group will not understand it, but why did it act this time?

If all this is just to serve the country selflessly, then even a fool would not believe it.

However, after observing the major conglomerates in Zhongzhou, it was difficult for each person in the bureau to detect any undercurrent.

Although people are aware that this is a game between the Southeast Group, the Special Warfare Group, and even more groups, at least on the surface now, the major groups are united in their efforts for the continent's plot.

At least President Li Huacheng praised Ning Zhiyuan's dedication to the country's lack of mountainism on different occasions.

The behind-the-scenes boss of Ning Zhiyuan, Wang Tianzong, the clan leader of Beihai Wang, has been silent.

Wang Tianzong became more and more silent.

Gradually, the eyes of some caring people turned to Ning Zhiyuan.

The dark world fluctuated, but Nakasu was completely normal.

But this kind of seeming normality is the biggest abnormality.

When the distant trend attracts everyone's attention, often there will be some quiet overturns around, not obvious, but it may be extremely important.

More and more people are starting to study Ning Zhiyuan.

Low-key, silent, forbearing, kind, tough external, weak internal, good at compromise and abandon, good at dealing with complex situations ...

This is Ning Zhiyuan in everyone's impression.

He has been like this for many years.

And now ...

It seems the same.

The last rays of the setting sun cast the last light and shadow in the horizon.

At the beginning of the moon, the sun is not over.

Darkness and dimness diffused in forward and backward.

In the ancient capital of Jinling, in the eastern theater compound, Ning Zhiyuan, walking in a straightforward manner, walked towards his third building quietly.

Occasionally, guards passing by patrolled him to salute him along the way.

The general who is already a top figure in the Mid-Continent military is ordinary in appearance and looks just ordinary. In the middle of the night, his uniform wearing a military uniform does not seem to give him any aura, but let him see Going up is more low-key.

Most of the time, Ning Zhiyuan's expression is peaceful, not serious, not deep, not to be kind or ordinary, but to give people a feeling that he is seriously thinking about what, the external evaluation of him or Weak or low-key or disdainful, but he never received the slightest suspicion of his control of the eastern theater.

In the compromises that have been made over the years, the eastern theater's real figures from other groups have changed and changed, but no one has really let Ning Zhiyuan suffer. Even the powerful princes such as Tan Qinghua, are following Ning Zhiyuan. The battle did not take any advantage. The dead son didn't say anything, but he was forced to leave the eastern war zone that had been in operation for several years. All the results were all completed by Ning Zhiyuan's seemingly step-by-step compromise.

Such a method is simply called wisdom.

This military officer, deeply trusted by Wang Tianzong, is definitely a real figure worthy of careful study by anyone, but invisible, he has become a figure that anyone will subconsciously ignore.

The night was full and the speed was getting faster and faster.

Ning Zhiyuan passed by the patrolling guards and continued to his residence.

The guard stood in place and looked at Ning Zhiyuan for a long time before shaking his head and continuing his patrol.

It is no secret that a large number of elite masters in the eastern theater are transferred. Although ordinary soldiers do not know where these people were transferred, they cannot hide everyone from the eastern theater.

In the last days of this June, the entire Mid-Continent was not only studying the upper level of Ning Zhiyuan, but even the guards in the eastern theater, they also had a strong curiosity about Ning Zhiyuan's series of actions.

Ning Zhiyuan reached out to open the gate of Building No. 3 and walked into the hall.

The wife is usually not here, and the son has already turned his face with him, an old and indifferent stance, this two-story wooden building, where he lives alone, is pure and almost cold, and Ning Zhiyuan has long been used to this This state, walking through the porch, will turn on the light.

"The lights are too bright and dazzling."

A sound suddenly rang from the position of the living room. It was light, soft and moist. The other party's control of the sound was simply fantastic. The sound drifted into Ning Zhiyuan's ears, and then it no longer spread backwards.

Ning Zhiyuan held the light switch palm slightly.

The last rays of the setting sun outside the window completely dissipated.

The hall was dim and silent.

Ning Zhiyuan calmly walked into the living room. Through the light and shadow, in the vagueness, there seemed to be a human-shaped silhouette sitting on the sofa in the living room.

He just sat quietly, without drinking water, and without touching the fruit tray in front of him, just sitting.

"This is not where you should come."

Ning Zhiyuan walked over and sat opposite him, frowning.

In the dark, I don't know how long the shadow has been made and laughed silently, meaning unknown.

Ning Zhiyuan also seemed to feel that his words were a bit inappropriate. He lowered his eyelids and calmly said, "At least for now, this is not the place you should be. If there is something, we can contact through emergency channels, or we will meet in other places. Safer than here. "

"I know you are busy recently. And now I don't know how many people's eyes are staring at you. Now I am afraid that it will be recorded when you go to the toilet several times, right? How? Stressful? Can you resist?"

Heiying laughed lightly. In the dark, his voice became softer, with a warm and intimate feeling.

"Okay."

Ning Zhiyuan sighed and shook his head: "There is always pressure. But there is always something to do."

He reached out and rubbed his temples, then took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to the dark shadow in front of him: "Headache, I hope to sleep well at night, you go away quickly when it's okay, every time you are here Just stay for a second, and I'm intimidated for a second. "

"Anyway."

Hei Ying shook his head slightly and smiled, "You have already adjusted the masters in the theater almost, and no one else can find me, and now that it is night, even if you want to leave, it is not a good time. Wait for the night Go deeper. "

Ning Zhiyuan frowned, without speaking.

Black Shadow lowered his head and unrolled the A4 paper.

In the darkness, A4 paper was faintly written with handwriting, it seemed to be individual names, almost every name was marked with some simple symbols, but it was only in black and red colors.

The blue light flashed in front of the black shadow.

The light illuminated the name on the paper, and then it went out instantly.

"Although the results are known, I still have to say that you are really crazy this time. Just for this list, it is worth our adventure tonight."

Black Shadow shook his head and sighed, his tone softened.

Ning Zhiyuan snorted without speaking.

"How did you convince the sky?"

Heiying asked suddenly, with a simple curiosity in his tone and not malicious.

"he..."

Ning Zhiyuan shook his head: "He has been a bit wrong recently. He is probably worried about Sheng Xiao. I made this decision and Tianzong has not even talked to me. And this is after all the power of Zhongzhou, which belongs to the Southeast Group, but also It cannot be said that it is the private army of the Southeast Group. The President has stated his position, and he is inconvenient to say more. "

"Ok..."

In the shadows, the dark shadow groaned slightly, then nodded: "Shengxiao ... the sky and the black pupil have been on the East Island for almost a week. In addition, Kunlun City can't sit still, and the Frost Sword seems to have left Nakasu, hey, all want to find their own heirs. I knew this already, why bother? "

Ning Zhiyuan was silent.

"This list ..."

Heiying hesitated slightly: "Is that your decision? After I leave today, you want to regret it, it's too late, now ..."

"How is it now?"

Ning Zhiyuan said lightly: "Remorse? Am I eligible?"

The shadows remained silent.

Does Ning Zhiyuan have the right to regret it?

No one except him himself can give a definitive answer.

"It's you, you should think about it later. When everything comes to the surface, where do you go from here?"

Ning Zhiyuan's tone was flat: "Three surnames are slaves, this is not a good name."

"The **** of the three slaves."

Heiying sneered: "I have only one position. Have you changed it for so many years?"

In the darkness, the two were silent with each other.

"Anyway ... we paid so much and someday we will get what we want."

After a long time, Heiying said softly, and said with a erratic tone.

"I believe."

Ning Zhiyuan nodded, but his tone was a bit cold: "Is it really worth the effort compared to what I want? Especially for you?"

"Worth ... not worth ... worth ..."

Heiying said a few times in silence, and suddenly he sneered, "What's worth it? The dead is dead!"

His tone was indifferent, but in the coldness of disregarding everything, there was a sadness and guilt deep into the bone marrow.

Ning Zhiyuan's mouth moved, and he couldn't see the shadow's complexion, and he didn't even dare to look at it for a while.

"Sorry..."

The general opened his mouth, his voice dry and husky, "I am ashamed of you."

"That year ... that was my decision, for the bigger picture."

Hei Ying shook his head and said in a low tone, "If possible, say thank you to Qiancheng for me."

Ning Zhiyuan shook his head with a bitter smile and didn't say much.

"I took the list."

Hei Ying stood up and raised Yang's list: "Someone asked me to say thank you."

"Who?"

Ning Zhiyuan stared suddenly.

"Anyone. Thank you, everyone should tell you that you deserve it."

In indifferent words, there seemed to be a faint light shining out of the window into the hall.

Darkness receded in the living room, and the black shadow on the list was completely gone.

Ning Zhiyuan sat in the same place, and the rank of general was shining with majestic golden light in the night. He was deeply sighing, tired and weak, like a statue full of cracks.

...

at the same time.

Youzhou.

Diaoyutai State Guesthouse.

A specially modified Mercedes-Benz car, driven by several other cars, slowly entered the hotel's antique gate, and eventually stopped in front of Building 12.

The well-trained driver got out of the car the first time, after observing instinctively for four weeks, he bent over and opened the rear door.

A tall and thin middle-aged man stepped out of the car and closed the button of his black suit.

The middle-aged man looked like he was about forty years old, his face was thin and handsome, his expression was light, his lips were slightly pursed, and it seemed to give people a very strong sense. The most attractive thing was his eyes.

At night, he looked up at the light in front of the door of Building No. 12, his eyes narrowed slightly. They were a pair of eyes that looked like abyss, wise and deep, and the depth of peace was unpredictable.

A girl who wants to be quiet and well-dressed follows a middle-aged man out of the car, blinks his eyes, and looks curiously at the State Guesthouse in front of him: "Dad, what are you bringing me here for?"

The sound of high heels beating on the ground sounded inside the building.

A very elegant and gentle-looking woman appeared in front of Building No. 12. The woman wore a pair of gold-lined glasses with a pretty and charming appearance. She had completely faded away all the innocence. She looked mature and intellectual, with every move. With the charm and confidence of a mature woman.

"Well? Aunt Ning? Why are you here?"

The gentle girl beside the middle-aged man opened his eyes.

The woman who no longer looked green but was hard to touch with the word aunt was also a stunner, and then smiled sweetly: "Xin Yan, you are not staying in Huating, what are you going to do here? Ha, be your dad Fudge is here? I tell you, you still have time to go now, your dad has no good intentions, most of you are Fudge, and you have a blind date. There are several young talents from Europe and North America upstairs. Handsome guy, but ... "

She paused, and looked at the middle-aged man in front of her with a smile. "Lao Han, you can make a wrong calculation this time. Those upstairs are now turning around the real goddess." It looks like the goddess is honoured to see them at a glance. They are in such a state that Xinyan can still have a good impression when they see it? At least, it ’s not as good as our family. It's pleasing to the eye. "

"Professor Ning laughed."

The middle-aged man smiled indifferently: "Although my Han Donglou is not a big man, my daughter has not fallen to the point of going on a blind date. Today I just bring a new face to play."

Ning Xinyi, deputy president of Huating University, dean of the business school, well-known professor of economics in Zhongzhou, and daughter-in-law of the Zhang family of Huating magnate, are also the aunts of Ning Qiancheng.

The middle-aged person is Han Donglou, the patriarch of the Huating Han family, the founder of Shengshi Fund, the largest fund in Asia, and a notorious super financial predator in the international financial market.

Although the Han family is a neutral giant, it has always been familiar with the Zhang family. Personal relationships are also very good. If the heirs of the two, Han Xinyan and Zhang Houlong, are less aware of each other, maybe the two may really use this marriage.

"Aunt Ning, what are you talking about, what goddess, blind date?"

Han Xinyan looked blank.

Ning Xinyi chuckled, mysteriously, "You know when you go up."

"Are all people here?"

Han Donglou walked into Building 12 and asked casually.

"It's not the appointed time."

Ning Xinyi shook her head: "There are still a few others who are not here. The Prime Minister is on his way. The representative of the North Sea King is with the Prime Minister."

Han Donglou nodded, and several people came to the door of a delicate conference room and pushed in.

There were few young people sitting in the conference room.

Three men and two women, although the meeting room is small, but only three people, it still looks extremely deserted.

The three young people in their thirties are Westerners, with white skin, blond hair or brown hair, tall stature, starbrows and staring eyes, and flamboyant spirits. They are indeed rare Western handsome men.

When several people from Han Donglou came in, three western men were opposite, closest to the main position. A woman who didn't seem to be in her early twenties seemed casual and said something casually.

At that moment, the three young men who were still very aura owed their bodies almost at the same time, and even their smiles became eager. The man with a dazzling blond hair in the middle responded at a rapid speed. In the words of a woman, the smile was so bright that for a while Han Xinyan even reminded him of the pug who had raised his tail a few years ago.

This change was so clear and obvious that Han Xinyan opened his mouth subconsciously, his face miserable.

She turned her head subconsciously.

In sight, closest to the main seat was a young woman whom she could not describe.

The other party wore a black suit and white shirt, showing a white neck, long hair arbitrarily coiled, facing the three young people in front of her smile as enthusiastic as pet dogs, her exquisite picture reveals a little The sharp face was faint, some cold, but beautiful like dream.

Han Xinyan has never seen such beauty.

The beauty is extreme, the beauty that can make people fear.

It was a sense of aggression that was almost irresistible to both men and women.

goddess!

Thinking of Ning Xinyi's evaluation, Han Xinyan nodded subconsciously, and he deeply agreed with this evaluation.

If there is a goddess in the world, that's most likely the case.

The meeting room is filled with a refreshing fragrance, natural and rich, as if the most rare and elegant natural fragrance for women.

Han Xinyan was a little hesitant.

This woman is not the first time she has seen her.

About two months ago, she had appeared the night Ning Qiancheng killed Tan Xilai.

Someone called her at the time ...

she was...

Seems like the woman who ... the Li ... Li Tianlan?

Han Xinyan was a little confused, and thought it was ridiculous.

In front of this proud, cold, woman like a dream goddess, there will be men?

She shook her head hard.

And Ning Xinyi said with a chuckle, "Let me introduce you."

He pointed his finger at Han Donglou and smiled: "This is Mr. Han Donglou, the founder of Shengshi Fund, shouldn't you be too strange to him?"

The three western youths were all stunned. Then they noticed the Han Donglou who came in. Thinking of their performance just now, all three seemed a little embarrassed, but several of them stood up.

"Hello, Mr. Han, this is Luke Habbs, from the Germanic Empire."

The young man on the far left stood up with a smile and took the initiative to stretch out his palm to Han Donglou. His pale green eyes looked extremely clear. He looked back from the trance state with every move, and seemed to carry a kind of Very rigorous.

Han Xinyan fainted.

Germanic Hubbs?

In the Germanic Empire, and throughout Europe, this was a real behemoth.

Looking at the clear and soft smile of Luke Habbs, it was really difficult for Han Xinyan to connect with the one just now, no, it was the three pugs.

"I'm Raymond Westmintel."

The youth on the far right also walked over with a smile and shook hands with Han Donglou. His brown hair was neatly groomed, and seemed to reflect a soft shimmer, which was also personable.

Han Xinyan's mouth twitched again.

Westminster, this is an ancient giant from the Star Kingdom, even in North America, it is enough to be listed as one of the top giants.

"I am Xiu."

The young man with the most handsome and handsome appearance at the very center spoke the last. Under the dazzling blond hair, it was a handsome and beautiful face full of confidence: "Repair Rothschild."

Han Xinyan was numb inside.

Rothschild.

This surname is now more than just a Grand Duke of the United Kingdom of Great Britain. Not to mention the upper class, I am afraid that a considerable number of ordinary people are aware of the position of this surname in the world's financial markets.

Giant.

These are the real giants.

Why did they meet their father tonight?

Han Donglou shook hands with the three with a calm expression and a very polite tone.

"This one ..."

Ning Xinyi hesitated slightly and laughed: "Everyone is in Huating, I don't know if the two have met, Mr. Han, this is Qin Weibai, President Qin."

She paused, and really felt that Qin Weibai's bodyguards, like transparent people, were not negligible characters, but did not know how to introduce them, and only vaguely introduced them: "This is an absolute shadow."

Qin Weibai stood up, and his cold face bloomed with a slight smile: "Hello, President Han."

"Hello. President Qin."

Han Donglou also responded simply.

Qin Weibai did not reach out his hand.

Han Donglou also did not.

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The seven-thousand-character chapter ~ I won't talk about the nonsense of two chapters in one. In fact, what I want to say is that this chapter is not less than the normal two chapters. -