The King of Special Warfare

It was nearly midnight.

Villa No. 1 of the Huating Special Operations Bureau was still brightly lit.

There are nine single-family villas in the No. 1 villa area, which can be said to be the most luxurious place in the entire base. It is the residence of high-level officials and VIPs in the Huating Special Operations Bureau. It is located in the center of the entire base. Living in a villa can also be called a kind of enjoyment.

Tan Qinghua, the deputy commander of the Eastern Theater Command, temporarily lived in Building No. 9 in Villa No. 1.

As a military general of the Prince Group, Tan Qinghua, who was just in his early fifties, was thin and aging, with age spots on his face, undyed hair and gray hair, he did not look like a powerful general who was just fifty years old. On the contrary, he looked more like an ordinary old man in his sixties or seventies.

It is said that when Tan Qinghua was young, he was also a member of the Central Continent Special Warfare System. At his peak, he was even close to the Thunder Realm master, but he was captured by foreign forces during a certain mission. After suffering all kinds of torture, his martial arts strength, which is absolutely not weak, was destroyed, and his body also suffered from the root of the disease, which has not improved for many years.

However, this Zhongzhou Admiral's temperament is extremely tenacious. After being successfully rescued, he was transferred from the special warfare system to the General Staff as a civilian officer. For nearly 20 years, he fought steadily and made steady progress several times, and finally sat in his current position. In fact, his life is almost a living legend, full of ups and downs, forbearance and wisdom. In the Central Continent military and special warfare system, this is definitely a well-known figure.

The lights in the villa were turned on very brightly, and the almost dazzling light covered every corner of the villa, making everyone's eyes uncomfortable.

But none of the people present spoke, and everyone just quietly looked at Tan Qinghua who was sitting on the sofa, cautiously.

Tan Qinghua sat quietly on the sofa with a blank expression on his face. In front of him was a stretcher covered with a clean white cloth. Under the white cloth was the body of his son Tan Xilai.

Tan Qinghua has two sons, the eldest son does not understand martial arts, and now he is serving as a combat staff officer and deputy regiment in a main division in the southern war zone, with a bright future ahead.

The youngest son is Tan Qinghua, who has practiced martial arts since he was a child. Firm, amazingly talented, and flexible in mind, Tan Qinghua has always been trained as his successor. The relationship between father and son is very good. In Tan Qinghua's heart, Tan Xilai can be said to be the only choice to support the Tan family in the future, and also the best choice. Good choice.

But now his biological son, whom he had placed high hopes on, was lying silently on the stretcher, turning into a lifeless corpse.

White-haired people send black-haired people.

How painful is this?

No one can understand Tan Qinghua's mood, and even Tan Qinghua himself doesn't know what mood he is in now.

The moment he received the bad news, his whole heart seemed to be empty. There was no anger, no resentment, no sorrow. Numbness seemed to be his only feeling. He just sat on the sofa like this, and as time passed, he didn't want to move. , don't want to talk, don't want to do anything.

"Old Tan..."

Near Tan Qinghua, a middle-aged man in camouflage uniform yelled, but stopped talking.

He is probably about the same age as Tan Qinghua, but his image is completely different. He is a tall and straight man with black hair and a majestic appearance. The two gold stars on his shoulders representing the position of lieutenant general look more and more beautiful under the light. His hair was dazzling, but at this moment, he looked at Tan Qinghua with an extremely cautious expression, and his voice was extremely soft.

Tan Qinghua, who had been sitting on the sofa for several hours, finally moved, but he didn't raise his head. He just knelt down in front of Tan Xilai's body and slowly stretched out his hand.

His hands trembled violently, his skinny fingers tightly clenched the white cloth, and slowly pulled it down.

Tan Xilai's pale face appeared in front of everyone little by little.

Tan Xilai watched silently,

His mouth opened, but no sound came out for a moment.

"Old Tan..."

The nearby lieutenant general in camouflage uniform took a step forward and couldn't help shouting again.

Tan Qinghua raised his head in a daze, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said hoarsely, "Yangtze River, my son, was killed."

In the entire Huating, there is only one lieutenant general named Changjiang, Lieutenant General Gu Changjiang, the director of the Huating Special Operations Bureau, one of the elders of Kunlun City, and the backbone of the entire special warfare group!

Gu Changjiang and Tan Qinghua have known each other for many years, and their personal relationship is very good. Seeing the desolation and bewilderment in his old friend's eyes now, he also feels uncomfortable in his heart, but no matter how uncomfortable it is, he dare not act rashly now.

Everything tonight is a bit weird, not only Tan Xilai was killed, but Zhong Shaofeng, the young son of the Zhong family, was also completely abolished. Because the incident happened in a short period of time, Gu Changjiang could not get specific information. Judging from the latest news, Zhong Shaofeng It is still being rescued, and whether it can be out of danger depends entirely on luck.

But these two things were done by the same group of young people, and they were done by a group of young people with extremely complicated backgrounds.

Gu Changjiang couldn't see the essence of the matter for the time being, so how dare he act rashly?

He has a very close personal relationship with Tan Xilai, but it is only a personal relationship after all, and their positions are not completely the same.

The Prince Group and the Special Operations Group have been advancing and retreating together in recent years. They are the closest allies, but the allies are completely different from their own people. The difference is not big or small. Let’s take what happened tonight as an example. Well, if Gu Changjiang insisted on standing out now, it would be equivalent to the Special Operations Group intervening in this matter when the Prince Group did not make a clear response.

With such an approach, not to mention how the Special Operations Group reacted internally, even the Prince Edward Group would probably not appreciate it. Before getting the instructions from above, the only thing Gu Changjiang could do was to say a word of condolence to Tan Qinghua.

"Don't be too sad."

Gu Changjiang hesitated for a while, walked up to Tan Qinghua and patted him on the shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Xilai also doesn't want to see you like you are now."

"He can't see it."

Tan Qinghua said in a dull tone: "People are gone, what do you think?"

Gu Changjiang hesitated to speak, but was speechless for a while.

Tan Qinghua didn't look at him either, but gently stroked his son's icy face, and said softly with his eyes: "We still eat together at noon, who would have thought that it would suddenly become like this at night?"

"You are highly talented. You have been smart since you were a child. You are much better than your brother. I originally expected you to take over my class. I didn't expect you to leave without saying hello. You are cruel. The sense of responsibility that I told you, the responsibility of a man, is all taken as a deaf ear by you."

"You hold grudges. I've seen this problem for a long time, but I haven't taken it seriously. It's not a bad thing to hold grudges. Whoever dares to be sorry to us must repay the past. But you are stupid, you want revenge if you don't have the strength , In the end, you have to ask me to help you avenge, what is this called?"

Tan Qinghua knelt beside Tan Xilai's body, bent down gently and kissed his son's cold forehead, and said softly, "Don't worry, Dad will avenge you, soon."

The face of Gu Changjiang on one side changed slightly.

And a young man who was a little further away from Gu Changjiang and Tan Qinghua also changed slightly.

The young man is about thirty-two or three-year-old, wearing a pair of glasses. Although he is wearing a military uniform, his whole body exudes a gentle temperament belonging to civilians. It is more appropriate to describe him as a scholar than a soldier.

Hearing Tan Qinghua's last hoarse and calm but extremely firm promise, the young man raised his eyes and said softly, "Commander Tan, please forgive me."

Tan Qinghua raised his eyelids and glanced at him. In a short time, he seemed to have completely calmed down. The general of the prince group sat back on the sofa, staring blankly at the young man in front of him, and said in an indifferent tone: "Who killed Xilai?"

"It's like this..."

"Let me ask you, who killed Xilai?"

Tan Qinghua interrupted the other party directly, and repeated in a calm tone.

The young man with glasses opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

Who killed Tan Xilai?

Everyone present knew the answer to this question, and so did Tan Qinghua, but because of his status, the young man absolutely couldn't say it.

Because he is the secretary of Ning Zhiyuan, commander of the Eastern Theater Command, and Ning Zhiyuan is Ning Qiancheng's father.

Who is the murderer, if it really comes out of his mouth, I'm afraid Ning Zhiyuan will be quite passive by then.

Tan Qinghua's question was a bit embarrassing.

"Commander Tan, everyone is very sorry that this happened. Commander Ning means that he hopes you can calm down. He will give you a satisfactory explanation. He hopes that you can put the overall situation first and not affect your work. If Commander Tan is convenient If so, Commander Ning has some work matters that he would like to discuss with you..."

The young man spoke calmly, carefully observing Tan Qinghua's reaction while speaking.

This is the main purpose of his coming today. It is more about condolences than looking for an opportunity to try to see if the relationship between the two parties can be eased.

Ning Qiancheng killed Tan Xilai.

To put it mildly, it is the grievances between two young people, and to put it more broadly, it is the grievances between two powerful figures in the Eastern Theater Command. The pain of bereavement, this kind of enmity seems impossible to resolve, but with their status, Basically, there is nothing that cannot be discussed, the key depends on how important Tan Xilai is to Tan Qinghua's heart.

Tan Qinghua raised his head to look at the young man in front of him, and gradually narrowed his eyes.

The already extremely oppressive atmosphere in the hall instantly became heavy.

In just over ten seconds, cold sweat oozed from the young man's forehead, and his originally calm expression gradually became embarrassing.

As an ordinary lieutenant colonel, one can imagine how much pressure he was under under the gaze of an admiral.

"Help me tell Commander Ning."

Tan Qinghua finally spoke, and said lightly: "I will put the overall situation first, after I avenge my son."

The young lieutenant colonel's expression changed. Seeing Tan Qinghua's gradually crazy eyes, he finally chose to remain silent.

"Yangtze River, where is the murderer?"

Tan Qinghua stood up suddenly, looked at Gu Changjiang beside him and asked.

"Yonghua Villa."

Gu Changjiang was stunned for a moment, and replied subconsciously.

"Fire!"

As soon as Gu Changjiang finished speaking, Tan Qinghua suddenly raised his voice and called out.

"arrive!"

Outside the villa door, a loud voice sounded, the door was pushed open, and a burly man with a scar on his face appeared at the door, saluting Tan Qinghua.

Tan Qinghua said coldly: "Call people to assemble, the destination is Yonghua Villa, and bring the murderer back to me."

He clenched his hands tightly and added another sentence: "At any cost!"

"yes!"

The scarred man code-named Blazing saluted, turned and went out without hesitation.

"Commander Tan!"

The face of the young lieutenant colonel who had been silent all this time changed, and he said in a low tone: "Do you know what you are doing?!"

"I'm avenging my son."

Tan Qinghua's tone was cold: "Tell Ning Zhiyuan, if he disagrees, just stop my people and see if he has the guts!"

The young lieutenant colonel's face changed, and after a while, he snorted coldly, turned around and left quickly.

He was just Ning Zhiyuan's secretary and could not make any decisions on Ning Zhiyuan's behalf. Now that things had come to this point, he had to report Tan Qinghua's actions to Ning Zhiyuan as soon as possible.

"Old Tan, calm down, things are not easy tonight."

Gu Changjiang came behind Tan Qinghua and said in a deep voice, the scale of the exercise between the Eastern Theater and the Huating Special Operations Bureau is not large. There are about 2,000 elites from the Eastern Theater. Although the number is not large, the overall quality is the best in the entire Eastern Theater Among the top 2,000 people, Tan Qinghua can fully command about 300 people. Once these 300 people rush into Yonghua Villa, things will probably get out of hand.

Everything tonight seemed a bit chaotic. Tan Qinghua's rash actions might not necessarily lead to an optimistic result.

"I can't calm down."

Tan Qinghua glanced at Gu Changjiang, and said calmly: "Yangtze River, I know your difficulties, so I won't make things difficult for you, but don't stop me either. I will kill whoever kills my son! Whoever dares to stop me, I will kill you!" who!"

crazy!

Tan Qinghua went crazy.

Gu Changjiang's mind was buzzing, his brows were tightly frowned, and his whole body felt weak for a while.

Tan Qinghua ignored Gu Changjiang, just bent slightly, hugged his son's body in his arms, and went upstairs directly.

Gu Changjiang stood there blankly, took out a cigarette and lit it after a long time, he smoked heavily, but his mind became more and more confused.

Tan Xilai's body was sent back by Gu Youlan. Time was running out. He only briefly understood what happened. He didn't talk about the development of the matter. Just listening to the characters involved tonight is enough to make people think that this incident Things are complicated on the inside.

Zhuang Huayang, Qin Weibai, Wang Yuetong, Ning Qiancheng, Li Baitian, and that Li Tianlan.

Gu Changjiang was not familiar with Li Tianlan, but it was too obvious what the other people meant.

The academic school, the Wang family of Beihai, the wealthy group, Shushan, and a mysterious reincarnation palace!

Especially the reincarnation palace of the foreign forces. Although their development in Zhongzhou has been resisted by Kunlun City and Beihai Wang, the cooperation between Zhongzhou and reincarnation palace in recent years has been very pleasant. Now Qin Weibai, who has a special status in the reincarnation palace Appearing as Li Tianlan's woman, it is said that the mad dog He Qingting of the Zhong family was forced to kneel on the spot, Qin Weibai is suddenly so strong, does it have any special meaning?

Gu Changjiang had a headache for a while, only felt that the Huating Mountain was about to rain, and there was a kind of dark cloud over the city overnight.

A burst of telephone ringing suddenly rang.

Gu Changjiang took out his mobile phone and looked at the caller ID, he was shocked immediately, and called the city master respectfully after connecting.

There are two extremely prominent city lords in Zhongzhou, but there is only one who can make Gu Changjiang so respectful, the god of war in Zhongzhou, the lord of Kunlun City, Gu Xingyun!

"Huating is very lively tonight?"

On the phone, Gu Xingyun's voice sounded, light and ethereal, and he couldn't tell what his mood was.

"It's not just fun."

Gu Changjiang smiled wryly: "It's a mess. The boy from the Ning family killed Tan Xilai, and the youngest son of the Zhong family, Zhong Shaofeng, was deposed by a man named Li Tianlan. It didn't take long before all the ghosts and snake gods jumped out one by one, and Lao Tan also jumped out. Insane, ready to assemble his men for revenge a few minutes ago."

"It's really messy enough."

Gu Xingyun chuckled lightly, and said lightly: "But that's fine."

Gu Changjiang was silent for a while, is that okay?

The chaos in Huating is indeed not a bad thing for Kunlun City, but the current chaos is not caused by Kunlun City. As a result, the muddy water in Huating is deep and shallow, and they have no way of grasping it. Can it be in the interests of Kunlun City?

"You should follow along and have a look."

Gu Xingyun seemed to think about it for a while before slowly saying: "Listen more and talk less, just wait and see."

"yes."

Gu Changjiang responded in a deep voice, and then said in a low voice: "City Master, should we make preparations earlier?"

Gu Xingyun was silent for a while, and after half a minute, he smiled and said: "The preparations have already been made, but there is no need to rush to make a move. How Huating's game of chess will go depends on the Zhong family. Tan Qinghua is alone. It can’t be done, let’s wait and see.”

Gu Changjiang hummed, hung up the phone, stood there smoking a cigarette, and walked out of the villa.

It's twelve o'clock at night.

In the brightly lit Huating Special Operations Bureau base, seven or eight military trucks roared out of the base gate and broke into the deep night outside the base.

Tan Qinghua, who originally asked the guard Li Huo to lead a team to arrest people, changed his mind temporarily. He put his son's body in his bedroom, led the team himself, and went straight to Yonghua Villa!

In Villa No. 1, Building No. 9 is quiet.

The No. 7 villa where Ning Zhiyuan, the commander of the Eastern Theater Command, was also quiet.

Regarding Tan Qinghua's dispatch of troops, from the beginning to the end, Ning Zhiyuan, the No. 1 figure in the eastern theater, remained silent and never obstructed him in the slightest.