The garrison brigade made their own escape plan after turning against Lu Zhen. They divided their force of over a thousand men into ten small squads and independently infiltrated outwards with force. The pitiful Foreign Minister, dressed in ordinary soldier's gear, carrying a tactical pack, and lugging an assault rifle, panted and wheezed like an old dog, trailing behind the squad.

Half an hour later, on a street corner.

The hundred-man squad protecting the Foreign Minister had just arrived when they were met with a fierce attack from the Renmin Army! The enemy's outer forces seemed to have eyes, constantly flanking them!

They had set up two or three lines of defense along the way, hiding behind cover and continuously firing to block the hundred-man squad.

The moment the two sides met, the hundred-man squad suffered heavy losses, leaving a pile of bodies behind.

"Da-da-da!"

"Rumble!"

The Chief of Staff, braving the hail of bullets, ran back to the alley entrance in a panic and said to the Foreign Minister, who was cowering there, "We can't break through here, it's full of their people outside! We need to find another place to break out!"

The Foreign Minister leaned against the wall, covered in sweat, and said, "I'm the Foreign Minister, not a track and field champion! I'm over sixty years old, I'll die if I keep running like this! Chief of Staff, please use that brilliant brain of yours and tell me which way to go!"

The Chief of Staff quickly pointed to the left and said, "I've inquired, the intensity of the enemy's attack is much lower on the left, they haven't reached there yet! We'll head that way!"

The Foreign Minister looked at him speechlessly and asked, "Damn it, why didn't you go to the left before?"

The Chief of Staff wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, somewhat disgruntled, "Dear Foreign Minister, I'm not God, I don't know which way they'll attack! And don't criticize me anymore, I'm injured too!"

The Foreign Minister took a deep breath and reluctantly followed the others in another mad dash, quickly leaving the area and heading towards the left.

...

The Dragon City, East Main Street.

The entire street was very quiet, with only occasional sparse gunfire from the periphery.

Yuan Biao was hiding in a building nearby, using binoculars to observe the surroundings.

Yu Mingyuan stood beside him, his brow furrowed as he asked, "Do you think they can make it?"

Yuan Biao said in a low voice, "We don't have any other options now. There are too few of us, and they don't trust the Chinese armed forces. We can only hold our ground at this point. Whether they can make it depends on how intense the Renmin Army's attack is."

Yu Mingyuan thought for a moment and said, "Then we..."

Before he could finish, a burst of rapid footsteps suddenly came from the street in the distance.

Yuan Biao's ears twitched, and he immediately waved his hand to interrupt, "Shhh, don't talk."

Everyone fell silent, listening quietly to the sounds outside. Soon, on the opposite side of the street, dozens of white soldiers came running.

A squad soldier responsible for guarding the area on the street below shouted across the street, "Password!"

The Chief of Staff, who was leading the group of white soldiers, couldn't help but curse, "Open your damn eyes, my skin is the password, can't you see that?"

Seeing this, a brother from Special Operations Team One immediately waved his hand and shouted, "Let them through!"

"Swish!"

The soldiers blocking the intersection immediately lowered their weapons.

The garrison brigade's Chief of Staff led the team, continuing to run forward along the street while turning his head to look around. He noticed that most of the troops stationed in the area were Chinese, and they were wearing the Special Operations uniform.

Seeing this, he paused for a moment, frowned, and asked, "Special Operations? I remember this is an armed force controlled by the Chinese! Why are they guarding this area? Which idiot did this?"

None of the guards behind him answered.

The Chief of Staff, who was most unwilling to trust the Chinese, had no choice but to face the situation of having to pass through this street, listening to the intense gunfire constantly coming from the street behind him.

There was no choice, it was too late to retreat now. So, he shouted to the guards beside him, "Be alert, provide cover!"

"Yes!"

At the same time, inside the nearby building, Yuan Biao was using binoculars and saw the Foreign Minister in the crowd below, wearing ordinary soldier's clothes and covered in sweat.

A smile hung on his lips, and he couldn't help but say, "They're here."

Yu Mingyuan also observed that at the very end of the column, there was a familiar figure: Kong ZhengHui! He was being pushed along in the middle by five soldiers while wearing handcuffs.

Lu Zhen's falling out with the Chief of Staff was a sudden event. After they separated, he turned around and left, his head full of anger, forgetting that Kong ZhengHui had just been taken into custody.

But after he left, the garrison brigade found it difficult to deal with someone like Kong ZhengHui. They couldn't kill him, and it would be ridiculous not to take him along. After all, this person was the chairman of the Maintenance Council and a model established by the upper echelons; they didn't dare to dispose of him casually.

At this time, Kong ZhengHui was running with unsteady steps in the crowd, his clothes already soaked with sweat.

Yu Mingyuan looked at him, clenched his fist, and said nothing.

As the enemy got closer and closer, Yuan Biao put down his binoculars, leaned on the window, slowly raised his gun, aimed at the soldiers at the very front, and whispered into his communication channel, "Attention all units, the old man in the middle of the fourth row is the Foreign Minister, remember not to accidentally injure him... All units prepare..."

On the street, pairs of eyes silently stared at the target.

In the communicator, Yuan Biao's voice slowly rang out, "Three... two... one... Fire!"

"Da-da-da!"

As soon as the words fell, a burst of dense gunfire rang out on the street!

"Puff puff puff!"

The group of white soldiers didn't have time to react at all, and clusters of blood mist instantly burst out of their bodies! The first round of point-to-point shooting directly hit more than a dozen guards in the front row!

The Chief of Staff, who was running wildly, was stunned by the gunfire. He looked back and saw that no one was within five meters of him, only the Foreign Minister staring blankly at him.

The two sides met each other's eyes, and the Chief of Staff instantly came back to his senses, yelling at the top of his lungs, "Cover! Smoke grenades!! These damn Chinese have really betrayed us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, rows of smoke grenades were thrown out, beginning to create a smokescreen.

At the same time, in the back of the column, a signal soldier, holding a communicator, glanced at the house numbers on the side of the street and immediately shouted into it, "We are under attack at No. 115 in the middle section of East Main Street! Quick, send reinforcements to us..."

Inside the building, Yuan Biao spotted the signal soldier in the distance and immediately shouted, "Quick! There's a signal soldier in the back of the column! Snipers, take them out, don't let them send the message out!"

"Bang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of a sniper rifle resounded through the sky, and the signal soldier's head exploded into pieces!

Because this unit had already entered East Main Street and was running, and Yuan Biao and the others had launched a sudden attack, the other side was unprepared. The team had not yet dispersed when the intense gunfire began. As a result, a large number of guards fell to the ground and died before they could even engage in combat.

Yuan Biao and Yu Mingyuan, carrying their guns, took the lead, leading the squad members to quickly end the battle and take control of these people. They also successfully captured the Foreign Minister and four key officers, including the garrison brigade commander and chief of staff.

After the capture, they did not immediately leave the area, because there were still a large number of enemy troops in the surrounding area. Leaving rashly would be extremely risky.

Therefore, everyone could only hide in the shelters on both sides of the surrounding area.

Inside a building, Qiu Ge held his communicator and shouted to Xin Xiaodong, "We have completed the mission and captured the Foreign Minister! Now all your troops attack East Main Street at full speed, we will wait here!"

"Understood!"

...

Ten minutes later, inside a dirty and messy room, Kong ZhengHui, wearing handcuffs, stood on the ground, looking around in a daze. There had been too many sudden events and reversals today, and his brain was having trouble keeping up.

He didn't even know who these people who had ambushed them were.

Just as he was feeling anxious and uneasy, a voice suddenly came from behind him, "Do you want to kill me?"

Kong ZhengHui's heart jumped wildly. He suddenly turned around and saw a soldier slowly raising his head in the crowd—it was Yu Mingyuan!

Looking at him, his eyes red, the other man murmured softly, "Long time no see."