Chapter 1 The Dragon City Garrison

Outside of Dragon City, at the front-line suppression base of the First Corps.

Inside the airport, Kang Dinghuang, Kong Zhengwei, and Lü Zhen were stunned by Yuan Biao's roar, momentarily dumbfounded.

Lü Zhen was the first to react, frowning as he said to Yuan Biao, "Don't shout. Speak clearly. What exactly happened?"

Yuan Biao looked at him, his eyes bloodshot, and said, "Damn it, to ensure the secrecy of the mission, we didn't attack when we were almost face-to-face with Anze City's convoy. Instead, we turned around to attack the 048 area where Tan Hengqiang is located! But as soon as we entered, we fell into a trap they had set up! Can you tell me what the hell your intelligence department is doing? I've been on three missions, and twice the operation plan has been leaked in advance?!"

Hearing this questioning, the three fell silent.

Yuan Biao's emotions were somewhat out of control. He looked at Lü Zhen and shouted, "I just want to ask, is your intelligence department raised on shit? This kind of department deserves to be called a regional intelligence agency? I really regret taking this job from you! Because of the two incidents, hundreds of my brothers are gone!"

After cursing, Yuan Biao turned and left with a grim face, taking the remaining brothers with him back to their camp area.

The others stood there, looking at each other.

Kang Dinghuang watched Yuan Biao's back, seeing that he had only brought back thirty-odd people this time, and felt both angry and shocked.

In this operation, not only Yuan Biao paid great attention to protecting the information, but they did as well. From beginning to end, only a small number of military intelligence personnel responsible for support and liaison knew the time and the segmented mission plan.

He really didn't know how the information was leaked this time. Thinking of this, Kang Dinghuang's face was a little ugly, and he turned to Kong Zhengwei and said, "Call your informant back for internal isolation and interrogation to find out the source of the leak."

Kong Zhengwei was stunned for a moment, and said with great reluctance, "There won't be any problems with my informant. They've been with me for a long time. Besides, he's not from the Qingyi Bureau, so how can you do internal isolation and investigation?"

Kang Dinghuang glanced at him and pointed at him, "Don't be so sure until things are settled. Although he's not from the Qingyi Bureau, he took the money, and a lot of it. Now that something has happened, he must accept the investigation!"

Hearing this, the veins on Kong Zhengwei's forehead bulged. He clenched his fists, endured the dissatisfaction in his heart, and did not argue.

"Not only will he accept the investigation, but internal personnel of the Qingyi Bureau will too!" Kang Dinghuang looked at him and added, "And I'm telling you, you can't tell him that he's coming back to be investigated. If he runs away, the responsibility will likely fall on your head, do you understand?"

After speaking, Kang Dinghuang walked away with a gloomy face.

Lü Zhen glanced at Kong Zhengwei and followed Kang Dinghuang away.

Kong Zhengwei stood alone in place, thinking for a long time, and finally dialed someone's number.

The voice of the informant he had contacted before sounded on the phone, "Hello, Brother Kong?"

Kong Zhengwei said to him, "This mission failed. The higher-ups are not reconciled and plan to increase efforts to redevelop the Panama City line. Bring your people to Area One secretly."

The other side paused for a moment, and said somewhat reluctantly, "Brother Kong, I'm just an outside informant, so I won't go, right?"

Kong Zhengwei told him, "Redeveloping this line means increasing military intelligence funding... Do you understand what I mean?"

"Ah..." The informant thought for a moment, and said, "Okay, I'll go."

The two exchanged a few more words, and then hung up the phone.

Kong Zhengwei lit a cigarette, looking at the busy base, seemingly thinking about something.

...

That evening, a military vehicle arrived at the front-line suppression base of the First Corps.

Several key informants that Kong Zhengwei had placed in Panama City got out of the car.

The leader was a young man wearing a baseball cap. He looked at the dozen or so men in suits walking towards him and asked, "Where's President Kong?"

"You won't see President Kong." The man opposite said expressionlessly, "We are internal supervisors from the Qingyi Bureau. We have some things we want to talk to you about."

The informants looked flustered. The lead youth frowned and said, "I'm not from your Qingyi Bureau. What do you want to talk to me about..."

"Less nonsense!"

The other party didn't answer him at all. More than a dozen people rushed up, pinned them directly to the ground, and handcuffed them.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" The young man shouted while lying on the ground.

"Take them away!"

Ignoring him, the Qingyi Bureau's inspection team pressed them into a military vehicle.

...

Around ten o'clock that night, Kang Dinghuang sat in his office, frowning and smoking a cigarette.

He was extremely angry because of the failed assassination attempt and felt extremely irritable.

At this moment, the office door was knocked open, and a subordinate responsible for the interrogation walked in, bowed his head to him and said, "Director, internal personnel and informants from Panama City have been investigated. After the initial inquiry, no clues were found. They all have various reasons and said they didn't leak any information, and their words implied that they were trying to shirk responsibility from each other."

"Damn it, they're asking for it!" Kang Dinghuang gritted his teeth and cursed angrily, "I don't believe I can't dig out a real mole! Put them all through torture!"

"Yes!"

...

Three hours later, Kang Dinghuang received another report from the interrogators. He immediately took Kong Zhengwei and Lü Zhen and walked into an interrogation room.

In the dimly lit interrogation room, Kong Zhengwei's most important informant in Panama City was naked, hanging on the wall by chains. He was covered in blood, extremely weak, drooping his head listlessly, his consciousness completely blurred.

The group looked at him and sat down beside him.

Kang Dinghuang asked with a gloomy face, "What's going on?"

The interrogator immediately kicked the informant and scolded, "Say what you just said again!"

The informant lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice, "I... leaked the information... I sold it to a rich businessman..."

Hearing this, Kong Zhengwei was instantly stunned.

Kang Dinghuang asked expressionlessly, looking at the informant, "What does a rich businessman want this kind of information for?"

The informant continued to murmur, "Now... the whole world is paying attention to the situation in Dragon City. Too many capital groups are staring at it. Many wealthy businessmen are eager to know the latest military intelligence... such as which leader will die, and whether it will affect the war... this is very important, because it is related to whether they can judge... the ultimate victor of the Dragon City battle... and... and can quickly bottom-fish some assets... I thought, if it was just a rich businessman... it wouldn't be a big problem, so I sold the information... for eight million..."

In the current situation, let alone the outside informants, even within the Qingyi Bureau, the Central Bureau, and even the General Bureau, there are a large number of cadres with high military ranks who are selling intelligence.

In any era, there are people who fight for ideals, but there is never a shortage of speculators who only fight for money. In this regard, both sides are the same.

Kong Zhengwei's face was livid. Hearing this, he was completely enraged! His body trembled violently. He stared at his informant, his fists clenched, his knuckles white, and he couldn't wait to rush up and shoot him!

Kang Dinghuang gritted his teeth and pointed at the informant, "You even dared to sell Area One's intelligence multiple times! It's because of people like you that the war continues to rage on!"

After speaking, he waved his hand and shouted to his subordinates, "Damn it, execute him! Execute all the related personnel!"

The moment Kang Dinghuang got up, Kong Zhengwei also got up and said, "Director Kang, the Panama City line is very important. I think the people below can still be used..."

Kang Dinghuang interrupted the other party with a cold expression, and rebuked with some dissatisfaction, "They dare to sell such critical intelligence. What use do I have for such an intelligence system? Do you know what's at stake if this matter is successful?"

After speaking, Kang Dinghuang turned around, kicked open the iron door with a bang, and walked out angrily.

Kong Zhengwei stayed where he was, his body stiff, his mind in a mess.

...

Around twelve o'clock late at night, at the front-line suppression base of the First Corps.

Inside a dormitory building, Yuan Biao sat on the sofa in the lobby on the first floor, frowning, and actually started smoking for the first time.

At this moment, he was extremely conflicted. On the one hand, he was concerned about the situation of his old brother Ni Huan and the others, and on the other hand, he was hesitant about whether to tell the employer about the matter.

The two thoughts kept colliding in his mind. It was because of this entanglement that he got angry at the airport, using anger to cover up his emotions.

Just as he was thinking, Lü Zhen pushed the door open and walked in. Yuan Biao looked at him with bloodshot eyes, but felt inexplicably guilty.

Lü Zhen sat down beside him with a solemn expression, reached out and patted his thigh, "Still thinking about your brother's matter?"

Hearing this, Yuan Biao felt that the other party meant something, and his heart couldn't help but skip a beat. The hairs on his body stood on end.

Lü Zhen continued, "Sometimes, life often requires you to face this kind of dilemma."

Yuan Biao looked surprised, and his right hand unconsciously and quietly reached towards his waist.

Lü Zhen reached out again, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him softly, "Don't worry, Kang Dinghuang has already avenged you."

Yuan Biao was stunned for a moment.

Lü Zhen added, "The traitor has been found. It was on Kong Zhengwei's line. They leaked the information."

Yuan Biao's forehead was covered in sweat, and he unconsciously retracted his right hand. His mind was a little confused for a while.

This thing... just casually said it, and there were really gains?

Brother Biao's words directly triggered six Panda Qs within the Qingyi Bureau, and a line of cleaning resulted in more than thirty people being killed.

"Damn... your work efficiency... is really fast!" Yuan Biao replied a little confused.