Chapter 125 Relocation

The Dragon City, An Department Intelligence Center.

"Dilingling!"

The phone rang, and An Qiqi hurriedly answered.

"Director An, you're looking for me?" Wang Xiao's voice came from the phone, his tone hurried. "Let's keep this short and sweet; I have a lot to deal with here."

"Okay," An Qiqi responded briskly. "Minister Wang, you don't need to worry about anything else right now, just focus on two things. First, contact your unit's commander immediately and tell them not to move yet, just prepare for defense. If the other side opens fire first, hold your ground and don't disperse or retreat, or let them stretch out your forces!"

"And then?" Wang Xiao asked.

"Second, use your connections in Saint Paul City, which you've built up over the years, and immediately investigate which armed groups are working for Gustav."

"That's it?" Wang Xiao pressed.

"Yes, that's it." An Qiqi instructed him, "Handle these two things first, and don't worry about anything else."

Wang Xiao was a little impatient after hearing this. "Director An, this plan won't work! The other side has already begun to encircle us. The official army is one layer, and the private armed forces are another. Once they're all in position, we'll have no room to maneuver! If we take the initiative to open fire now and break out in different directions, there's still a chance of breaking through."

In fact, Wang Xiao was full of distrust of An Qiqi. He felt that she was just a young girl, a child of high-ranking officials, who was only able to get a deputy director position in the An Department Military Intelligence Agency because of her father's connections. He thought she didn't have any command ability or the wisdom to coordinate the overall situation.

An Qiqi, listening to his rebuttal, didn't have time to waste. She asked directly, "If I let you break out now, what are your chances of succeeding?"

"Very low, but definitely higher than the chances of holding our ground," Wang Xiao replied truthfully. "I can't get through to you because you don't understand military command...!"

An Qiqi frowned and responded directly, "If you think my decision is wrong, then I'll have Su Tianyu call you. If Su Tianyu isn't enough, then I'll have Jiang Zhou call you? Your perspective is very limited right now, do you understand? The decision I made wasn't based on thin air! I have a team of more than a hundred intelligence personnel working on this!"

Wang Xiao hesitated when he heard this.

An Qiqi added again, "Minister Wang, I'm just as anxious as you are. You need to know that I wouldn't have proposed this kind of plan if I didn't have a certain degree of confidence in such a big matter! Gustav wants the money, but he doesn't want to get his hands dirty! That's to our advantage. Even if they attack proactively now, how hard do you think those private armed forces that are engaged in kidnapping and selling gold bricks will really fight? They're just in it for the money."

Wang Xiao gritted his teeth. "Okay, I'll make the arrangements! But if the defense can't hold, I'm definitely going to order a breakout."

"Good!" An Qiqi instructed again, "I need to get the information as soon as possible! And it needs to be very detailed...!"

"Okay, I understand," Wang Xiao said, quickly hanging up the phone.

An Qiqi put down her phone, wiped the sweat from her palms, and turned to Liu Hongxu and said, "Let's move. We're going straight to Panama City. That's where the main battlefield is. We can't keep controlling things from afar!"

"Okay!" Liu Hongxu replied.

...

Saint Paul City, a slum.

The entire slum was built on a small mountain in Saint Paul City. Rows of houses were scattered somewhat haphazardly on the slightly sloping hillside, looking like terraced fields.

The houses were close together, and the winding paths were very narrow, barely wide enough for a car to pass through. And it was in this kind of environment that this area provided the world with so many excellent soccer players.

A Chinese-owned shop was located on a street corner. The shopkeeper was a thin, middle-aged man who sold cheap mate tea.

In the basement of the shop, a dozen Chinese men were huddled together. They were expressionless, sitting in the dimly lit room, holding automatic rifles in their arms, and pressing bullets into the magazines one by one.

"Bang!"

The wooden door next to them was pushed open, and two young Chinese men were carrying boxes of hand grenades inside. On the wall next to them, there were rows of guns hanging, making the entire basement look like an armory.

Qiu-ge was sitting in the back, carefully inspecting an M-series rifle on his leg.

After sending Huo Jun to heaven, Qiu-ge and his men had been hiding in the basement of this slum. The shop owner was one of their own, and they had informants stationed around, so it was relatively safe.

The basement door was pushed open again, and a young man walked in, quickly walked to Qiu-ge, and whispered in his ear, "Qiu-ge, we've found out about Wu Boxin."

"Good." Qiu-ge nodded, reassembling the disassembled automatic rifle and pulling the bolt.

"Should we make a move?" the subordinate asked. "The city is very chaotic right now, we can take advantage of the situation..."

Qiu-ge put down the automatic rifle and waved his hand. "Don't rush, wait for the news from Director An. Everyone's attention is focused on the Wang family right now. We might need us city guys to cooperate with the operation."

Everyone nodded when they heard Qiu-ge's words.

"Buzz buzz..."

After a while, the phone on the table suddenly vibrated. Qiu-ge picked it up and saw that it was An Qiqi calling. He answered the phone and asked in a low voice, "Director An?"

"Qiu-ge, you can put Wu Boxin's matter on hold for now." An Qiqi gave the order directly. "His matter can wait, you have other tasks now. I'll send you the information in a moment, and you'll act according to my instructions."

Qiu-ge basically didn't waste a word when he was working. "Understood."

"One more thing," An Qiqi asked. "How many people have you infiltrated into the city in advance?"

Qiu-ge estimated in his mind and then said, "About seventy or eighty people, but they are relatively scattered and not in the same location."

"Good." An Qiqi said immediately, "The information will tell you the target location later. Then you contact two teams of people closest to the target location and have them assist you in completing the task!"

"Understood." The two of them chatted quickly and decisively. After they finished speaking, they hung up the phone directly, and Qiu-ge began to prepare.

...

G City, highway.

A row of military green trucks was driving on the highway to the airport. The truck beds were full of Blackwater Corps and Riot Squad soldiers.

Jin Maohui was sitting in the command vehicle at the rear. When they were halfway to their destination, Su Tianyu suddenly called. "Hello? Yes, I've arrived. Okay, okay, I understand, yes...!"

After chatting for less than three minutes, Jin Maohui hung up the phone, picked up the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder, and ordered the troops: "Pull over and stop."

The convoy pulled over and stopped. Jin Maohui, wearing a steel helmet, pushed open the car door and jumped out.

After walking a dozen steps forward, Jin Maohui reached out his hand and shouted loudly, "First Special Operations Team, give me a hundred men. Have them all change into disguises and go out on a separate mission!"

After waiting for a while, a hundred men jumped down from several trucks.

Da Xiong, wearing a military uniform, was also in the ranks. He wore a squad leader's rank and saluted, shouting, "Reporting, I volunteer to lead the team on the mission!"