Kong ZhengHui never expected that, while he was racking his brains to figure out a way to expose Yu MingYuan and help the Foreign Minister escape, he would instead be handcuffed by Lü Zhen. This situation, where he couldn't explain himself and felt wronged, was just like Zhou TongHui's state when he was imprisoned.

...

Inside the building.

Lü Zhen looked at the garrison brigade commander beside him and said intently, "I think we need to break through in different directions. We can't wait for the second wave of air support. We must gather the main force, and the main force of the garrison brigade will lead the way for us. Specifically, we can do it this way..."

"Shut your stinking mouth!"

At this moment, an angry roar in English exploded like thunder, interrupting him.

Lü Zhen turned his head sharply and looked at the garrison brigade chief of staff beside him, whose face was flushed. The latter had fair skin, blond hair, and looked to be in his forties. He was very strong and tall, a full head taller than him.

The chief of staff's roar also silenced the originally noisy room instantly, and everyone around was stunned.

Lü Zhen looked at the other party, somewhat bewildered, and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong, Mr. Chief of Staff?"

The chief of staff replied bluntly, "I hate your voice, and I hate your plans."

Lü Zhen frowned, "What do you mean?"

The chief of staff strode over, looked down at Lü Zhen, reached out, and poked Lü Zhen's chest forcefully, saying, "Since the beginning of the war, all the dirty and rotten things have happened within you Chinese. Your military intelligence system is like a whore, available to anyone. Your plans are always full of loopholes, causing our precious soldiers to suffer unnecessary sacrifices. You are responsible! Damn it, you have no right to command us!"

Everyone around was silent, and even the garrison brigade commander did not speak to stop him, but watched silently from the side.

Seeing the other party's angry expression and arrogant and contemptuous tone, Lü Zhen's head buzzed, his forehead veins popped, and he clenched his fists, saying, "Today's activities are not only the responsibility of my people, but your headquarters' garrison brigade is the main force! The gunman's shooting area also started from the area you are responsible for!"

The chief of staff spat and cursed, "You damn clown, I really want to tear your mouth apart! I ask you, who are the armed forces that have infiltrated Han Tang Street now? They are Chinese with yellow skin and black eyes! God knows how they appeared in our ranks. They were the ones who opened fire and even shot down our helicopters. If I trust you again, I am a complete fool! Get out of here!"

Lü Zhen said angrily, "I am the Secretary-General of the Chinese Legion. You have no right to talk to me like this. I am in command this time..."

"Pa!"

The chief of staff stretched out his big, hairy hand and pushed Lü Zhen hard in the chest, directly interrupting him, "Your Chinese Legion is just a puppet army under our regular army, a puppet government, understand? You, this shit secretary-general, are not qualified to point fingers here and convey orders to us. Get out of here!"

Lü Zhen clenched his fists, staring at the other party with bloodshot eyes.

At this moment, a soldier standing at the door suddenly shouted, "Get out of here, you idiot! Your commander is dead, no one here knows you."

"Get out!"

"You are not welcome here!"

Immediately afterward, shouts rose and fell, and Lü Zhen's body trembled.

The Foreign Minister jumped up and down, roaring, "You damn idiots, can you stop arguing! Hurry up and think of a way, how are we going to leave here?!"

Lü Zhen felt extremely humiliated. Hearing this, he was silent for a long time, then sneered and replied, "Okay, then you figure it out yourself."

After speaking, he turned around and walked out with the guards.

Compared with Kong ZhengHui's treatment before, this was an even more ironic scene.

The Chinese factions close to Area One and the local factions are like two small business partners with their own agendas. When they are profitable, both sides are good and everything is fine. But once they enter adversity and the business loses money, both sides' attitudes immediately change. They will ruthlessly accuse each other, shirk responsibility, and all trust disappears.

Lü Zhen grew up in Area One, has residency here, received education here, grew up here, works here... But he never expected that after working so hard for so many years and contributing so much, he would be cursed as a puppet government, a puppet army, and a lower-class citizen?!

This kind of impact on his mind and cognition was definitely huge for him.

In peaceful times, these Chinese leaders are treated with extreme courtesy, but at the moment of tearing their faces, these disguises no longer exist.

Lü Zhen walked quickly to the door of the building with anger, ready to get into the military vehicle and leave with his people.

"Bang bang bang!"

At this moment, a burst of artillery fire outside suddenly awakened Lü Zhen from his anger. He stopped and stood at the door, a layer of fine sweat on his forehead.

The assistant next to him paused and whispered in his ear, "Secretary-General... you are fully responsible for this activity. If the Foreign Minister can't get out..."

Yes, the silent Lü Zhen also thought of this. The anger in the room just now was an impulse under anger. That's right, he is the commander-in-chief of this activity and the first person responsible. In the event of a large number of internal traitors, if anything happens to the Foreign Minister, he will definitely be blamed...

Lü Zhen thought for a while, then immediately picked up the communicator and asked, "Team One of the Special Operations Team, where are you?"

Soon, Yuan Biao's voice sounded, "We are approaching the location you released, and we are almost there."

Lü Zhen instructed, "Your mission has changed. Instead of clearing the area as before, you will escort the Foreign Minister away."

Yuan Biao immediately asked, "Which department's command do I accept?"

Lü Zhen paused and said, "After arriving at the location, follow the arrangements of the garrison brigade headquarters. Do whatever they tell you to do, but report any problems to me at any time. Your mission is to keep up with the Foreign Minister and not engage in combat on the front lines."

Yuan Biao replied, "Received!"

Lü Zhen thought for a while and asked, "What is the firepower situation in the defense area you came from?"

"When I came, the other side's attack was not very intense. But during the movement, the other side intensified the attack rhythm, and now the opening there has been blocked."

"Okay, I understand."

After the two finished speaking, they hung up the communication.

...

At the same time, on the street leading to Han Tang Street.

Yuan Biao was leading a group of people, rushing quickly towards the target location.

Hearing the previous communication, Yu MingYuan thought for a while, turned his head and asked Yuan Biao, "He told you to listen to the command of the garrison brigade, and to communicate with him at any time... what does this order mean?"

Yuan Biao shook his head, "I'm not sure yet, but we'll find out if we try."

Five minutes later, the team approached the area where the Foreign Minister was located and made contact with the garrison brigade guarding the area.

On the messy street, a garrison brigade officer, after learning about Yuan Biao's intentions, immediately walked to a place where the other party could not hear him and asked in a low voice into the walkie-talkie, "What the hell, Colonel Tas, why are there still people from the Chinese Headquarters here to support?"

"They are the unit responsible for this activity. If they don't support, are they going to run away in fear of the war? There are military conflicts everywhere here. We need the help of cannon fodder troops," the other party replied immediately.

"Okay," the officer replied, stepped back to his previous position, and said to Yuan Biao, "You are responsible for clearing the street on the left. Contact me directly on the frequency and accept commands."

"No problem," Yuan Biao paused and asked, "But I want to see my superior, Lü Zhen."

The officer said expressionlessly, "That guy is already gone."