Wei Jie
Chapter 1377 He's Not Dead!?
In the interrogation room, under the dim light, He Yan was stunned by Gu Baisun's words.
Soon, he came back to his senses, frowned, and asked, "I... I don't understand what you mean at all... What did I lie to you about?"
Gu Baisun looked at He Yan, who was scarred and mentally exhausted in front of him, and said with his hands folded, "If I hadn't found out that you lied to me, you might have been able to get away with it if you continued to lie. Unfortunately, I found out, and you still use this method to answer me, you are insulting my intelligence."
Saying that, Gu Baisun stretched out three fingers: "I can give you three seconds, if you don't tell the truth, you know what you are about to face."
Hearing these words, He Yan's body trembled slightly, but he remained silent and didn't speak.
"Three..."
Gu Baisun slowly lowered a finger, He Yan's face was numb.
"Two..."
Gu Baisun lowered another finger, He Yan bit his lip, still silent.
"One!"
Gu Baisun put down his last finger. He stood up and walked out without hesitation.
"Bang."
The stool was knocked open, He Yan suddenly woke up, watching Gu Baisun's departing figure, the last trace of defense in his heart collapsed. He stretched out his twisted fingers and shouted at the other party: "Wait, wait! I'll talk, I'll tell you everything!"
Gu Baisun stopped, slowly turned his head, and looked at He Yan, who was emotionally broken.
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Dragon City, on the edge of the urban area, in a military camp.
This was a wave of troops that had just been relieved, and they were resting at this time. A temporary medical facility had been set up in the camp, and a large number of wounded soldiers were being treated and recuperating.
"Ahhh!"
"Sedative!"
"Hold him down! Quick!"
Many of the wounded soldiers looked very miserable, with missing arms and legs everywhere. They endured inhuman pain and kept screaming.
Medical staff were busy treating the wounds of these wounded soldiers. Some of the seriously injured even needed amputation, and even if they survived, they would basically be useless.
In the adjacent camp area, a large number of soldiers were resting. Hearing the screams from the medical area next door, many people looked sad and lowered their heads in silence.
A sad atmosphere was lingering in the camp area.
At this time, a middle-aged man in military uniform was sitting in the camp tent used for meetings, smoking with a serious expression. Beside him sat six or seven officers, all of whom were core members who had followed him for many years.
One of them couldn't sit still, looked at the middle-aged man, and said urgently, "Brother, we can't hesitate any longer! We have to decide now whether to do it or not!"
This person was about forty years old, with a square face. Seeing that the middle-aged man didn't say anything, he immediately pointed outside and said even more urgently, "Brother! Look at what's going on outside!"
Hearing the square-faced man's words, someone else followed suit: "Second Brother is right! I don't think we can wait any longer! Tan Hengqiang's decisiveness on this matter is just a pile of dogshit! I don't understand what he's thinking! Originally, our Dragon City garrison was the most orthodox force, but what about now? The Li Mingsheng team, and Hua District, have decided to make Old Mo their main battlefield, and our dignified regular army has become cannon fodder! It's really fucking bullshit! I've never fought such a frustrating battle in my life!"
"Yes, Brother!" The square-faced man took the words back and continued, "The Renmin Army, the An family troops, plus our garrison, is less than 100,000 people in total! But what are the opponents we have to face? They are District One! They have a complete and cutting-edge air force, as well as naval power, and more than 100,000 elite troops on land! Tell me, how can we fight this battle? Can we hold it?!"
These words resonated with many officers present, and they nodded in agreement.
Another burly officer couldn't help but say, "Yes, since the start of the war, my troops have been reduced by one-third. Is this fighting a war? Isn't this just sending us to our deaths? I just can't figure it out, why should the regular army be used to assist the miscellaneous army, and use our lives to buy them time?"
"Did you hear everyone's opinion, Brother?" the square-faced man said indignantly, "The biggest reason for this is because Tan Hengqiang's previous decisions were too hesitant! He always wanted to eat from both sides, but now, after the two families merged, they didn't even establish who would be the core, and they were confused and wore the same pants as the other party! Isn't this a joke? Brother, think about it carefully, Tan Hengqiang has already reached a dead end, he definitely can't do without the Old Li team, because he has completely stood on the opposite side of District One, and can only go all the way to the dark! But our brothers are different, why should we be tied to him and jump into the fire pit?"
"Yes, yes, why should so many brothers help the Old Li team block bullets?"
"That's right, if we continue to fight like this, the brothers will be finished!"
The crowd was talking and expressing their dissatisfaction. The middle-aged man frowned and smoked, listening to his brothers' complaints, and remained silent.
The square-faced man said anxiously, "Brother, don't hesitate! The Dragon City defense war will definitely not be won! To put it bluntly, it's just a matter of time. Does it make a big difference to us whether it falls in ten days or a month? He left his son Tan Mingchao in the city, what is he doing? If he loses the fight, he will just run away! What about then? None of our brothers can escape, either we die on the battlefield, or we are dragged out and shot one by one! Look outside again, now every second, brothers are being consumed! Listen again, listen to the screams of our brothers! Brother, we all listen to you! As long as you give an order, the brothers will follow you!!"
With the words at this point, everyone's eyes fell on the middle-aged man. The latter smoked, thought for a long time, but still didn't say anything.
The square-faced man thought for a while, and then said, "Brother, just watch, even if you don't move, there will be no shortage of people from the Dragon City administrative faction who will cooperate with District One, and there will definitely be a large number of people who will act as their internal support! By then, even if we want to eat some soup, we won't be able to eat it hot."
The middle-aged man pondered for a long time, put out the cigarette butt, turned his head and said to everyone, "You go back first, stick to your posts, and don't move around frequently..."
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Dragon City, All-Unity Bureau.
Gu Baisun sat back in his chair, scrutinizing He Yan in front of him.
He Yan sat in the chair, sweating on his forehead, and asked with a trembling voice, "How... how did you know I lied to you?"
Gu Baisun said with his hands folded, "The person who assassinated our Bureau Chief Su was caught in Hua District."
He Yan was immediately stunned.
Gu Baisun looked at him and asked word by word, "Tell me, who is that plastic surgery face you mentioned?"
He Yan clenched his fists, hesitated for a long time, and finally sighed, lowered his head and said, "It's Wang An, he's not dead."
Hearing this, Gu Baisun's head buzzed and he stood there dumbfounded.
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I feel uneasy when I stop updating, so I'll post two chapters. These two days I finally realized what it means to be worse than dead. . It's too uncomfortable, repeated high fever, every bone in my body is like a crack, and it hurts so much that I want to hit the wall. I started writing intermittently in the afternoon, and I had to check each line of words more than a dozen times. I was afraid that I didn't even know what I was writing. Fortunately, I squeezed out two chapters.
I won't post it tomorrow morning, because I can't sleep well with a high fever at night, so I can't get up early to write. Brothers, wait for me to get through a few days, and I will slowly pay back the updates, I remember all the debts.