The King of Special Warfare

Undercurrents surge in the dark world.

Central Continent is also not peaceful.

Throughout late June, in a hidden place unknown to the world, countless seemingly accidental but inevitable things were operating intensely and orderly.

Middle-earth, East Island, Northern Europe, North America...

In the tense atmosphere where the storm is about to come, the entire dark world seems to have formed a general situation, a general trend.

Unfathomable, impossible to grasp.

For those in Zhongzhou, most of the time in late June was spent in meetings.

The meeting of the policy bureau, the meeting of the military department, the special warfare meeting of Kunlun City, the internal meeting of the major combat organizations, and the joint meeting of multiple organizations...

busy!

Beneath the surface calm, everyone is busy.

chaos!

Obviously nothing happened, but everyone felt an extremely uncomfortable sense of chaos.

But there is order in chaos.

After almost every meeting, Zhongzhou's entire plan will be pushed forward. Under the hectic appearance, each step is very clear and stable. Although the general situation is chaotic, everyone in Zhongzhou is full of confidence full.

The entire Central Continent's special warfare forces seemed to have fallen into a state of extreme madness. For the future's bright future, Central Continent had used all its resources and suppressed all possibilities of failure to a minimum.

Then there is investment.

Keep investing.

And in the whole nation's effort to plan for the East Island this time, when it comes to madness, General Ning Zhiyuan, the commander of the Central Continent Eastern Theater Command, is undoubtedly the craziest one.

His actions surprised and even stunned all the insiders across the country.

As the staunchest supporter of this plot to destroy the country, among the nearly 2,000 special warfare elites who first infiltrated the East Island in Zhongzhou, nearly 500 elites with the strongest combat effectiveness came from the Eastern Theater.

Among the five major theaters, Kunlun City, major special warfare organizations, and the two major special warfare academies,

The eastern theater directly took out a quarter of the manpower.

Just when everyone felt that this was crazy enough, the second batch of elites who had infiltrated the East Island were also sent to everyone in the game.

Everyone's first thought when they saw this list was that Ning Zhiyuan was crazy.

Out of the 600 burning fire masters, 118 came from the eastern theater!

And it seems that there are less than 130 burning fire masters in the entire eastern theater.

What is this for?

Including the first batch of 500 elites who were sent away, at this moment, the combat effectiveness of the elites in the eastern theater can be said to be at a low point that has never been seen in decades.

Among the five war zones in Central Continent, the eastern theater has always been recognized as the largest theater in terms of comprehensive strength after the central theater. However, following Ning Zhiyuan's two decisions, the status of the eastern theater has plummeted, and it has almost reached the end of the five major theaters.

And this kind of strength is destined to be irreparable in a short period of time.

After all, it was not as simple as sending people to the East Island. At the same time as sending people out, the files of the elite soldiers belonging to the Eastern Theater would also be destroyed in the database of the Eastern Theater.

From this point of view, every elite in the eastern theater who entered the East Island can actually be regarded as a member of the Snow Dance Legion.

Even if the Southeast Group wants to use this power to control a part of the Xuewu Legion's right to speak, there is no need for them to rush in when this kind of war is about to break out. After all, the Xuewu Legion is still based on the will of Kunlun City , when the war started, Kunlun City could cause heavy losses to the hundreds of elites belonging to the eastern war zone with a little thought. The Southeast Group will not understand this truth, but why did they act like this this time?

If it is said that all this is just Ning Zhiyuan's selfless dedication to the country, then even a fool would not believe it.

But every player in the game, after observing the major groups in Central Continent, finds it difficult to detect any undercurrents.

Although people have an intuition that this is a game between the Southeast Group, the Special Operations Group, and even more groups, but at least on the surface, the major groups are united and working hard for the Central Continent conspiracy.

At the very least, President Li Huacheng has praised Ning Zhiyuan's spirit of being dedicated to the country and not being a chauvinist on more than one occasion.

But Ning Zhiyuan's behind-the-scenes boss, Wang Tianzong, head of the Beihai Wang clan, has remained silent.

Wang Tianzong became more and more silent.

Gradually, the eyes of some caring people turned to Ning Zhiyuan.

The situation in the dark world is ups and downs, but Central Continent is completely normal.

But this seemingly normal is the biggest abnormality.

When the general trend in the distance attracts everyone's attention, there will often be some quiet overturns around you, which are not obvious, but they may be extremely important.

More and more people began to study Ning Zhiyuan.

Low-key, silent, forbearing, kind, tough externally, weak internally, good at compromise and giving up, good at handling complicated situations...

This is Ning Zhiyuan in everyone's impression.

He has been like this for many years.

And now...

The same seems to be the case.

The afterglow of the setting sun casts the last ray of light and shadow on the horizon.

The moon rises at the beginning of the month, and the setting sun is not over yet.

Darkness and twilight diffused forward and backward.

In the ancient capital of Jinling, in the compound of the Eastern War Zone, Ning Zhiyuan, dressed in military attire, walked quietly to his No. 3 small building.

Along the way, there were occasional guards passing by on patrol who saluted him, but Ning Zhiyuan always returned the salute meticulously, without showing any perfunctory gestures.

This admiral, who can be said to be a top figure in the Central Continent military, has an ordinary figure and an ordinary appearance. In the trance when the night is approaching, he wears a military uniform that does not seem to enhance his aura, but makes him look Go up more low-key.

Most of the time, Ning Zhiyuan's expression is peaceful, not serious, not deep, nor kind or ordinary, but gives people a feeling that he is seriously thinking about something, and the outside world's evaluation of him or Weak or low-key or disdainful, but his control of the Eastern Theater has never received the slightest doubt.

Over the years of compromises, the real power figures from other cliques in the eastern theater have been changed again and again, but no one has ever really made Ning Zhiyuan suffer. Not to mention the death of his son, he was forced to leave the eastern theater alone which he had operated for several years, and all the results were all achieved through Ning Zhiyuan's seemingly step-by-step compromise.

Such a method is simply called wisdom.

This military general who is deeply trusted by Wang Tianzong is definitely a powerful figure worthy of careful study by anyone, but invisibly, he has become a figure that everyone will subconsciously ignore.

The night filled the sky, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

Ning Zhiyuan passed by the patrolling guards, and continued to walk towards his residence.

The guard stood there looking at Ning Zhiyuan for a long time, then shook his head and continued patrolling.

The transfer of a large number of elite experts from the eastern theater is no secret. Although ordinary soldiers don't know where these people have been transferred, they can't hide it from everyone when they leave the eastern theater.

In the last few days of this June, not only the upper echelons in Central Continent were studying Ning Zhiyuan, even the guards in the eastern theater were also very curious about Ning Zhiyuan's series of actions.

Ning Zhiyuan reached out and opened the door of Building No. 3, and walked into the hall.

His wife wasn't here usually, and his son had turned against him long ago. He had a posture of not being in touch with each other. This two-story wooden building was usually only lived by himself. It was almost cold and clean. Ning Zhiyuan had long been used to it. In this state, when you walk through the entrance, you will turn on the light.

"The lights are too bright and dazzling."

A voice suddenly sounded from the living room, it was light, soft and warm, the other party's control over the voice was simply superb, the voice drifted into Ning Zhiyuan's ear, and then stopped spreading backwards.

Ning Zhiyuan paused slightly with the palm of his hand that was pressing the light switch.

The last rays of the setting sun outside the window completely dissipated.

The hall was dimly lit and silent.

Ning Zhiyuan walked into the living room with a calm expression. Through the light and shadow, there seemed to be a human silhouette sitting on the sofa in the living room.

He just sat there quietly, neither drinking water nor touching the fruit plate in front of him, just sitting.

"This is not where you should be."

Ning Zhiyuan walked over and sat down opposite him, frowning.

In the darkness, the black shadow who didn't know how long he had been doing laughed silently, the meaning was unknown.

Ning Zhiyuan also seemed to feel that his words were inappropriate, he rolled his eyelids, and calmly said: "At least right now, this is not the place you should come. If there is something to do, we can contact you through emergency channels, or we can meet in other places. It's safer than here."

"I know you've been busy recently. And now I don't know how many people are staring at you. Now I'm afraid that the number of times you go to the toilet will be recorded in the register? How is it? There is a lot of pressure? Can you resist it?"

Heiying chuckled, and in the darkness, his voice became softer, with a heart-warming intimacy.

"good."

Ning Zhiyuan sighed, shook his head and said, "There's always pressure. But you have to do what you have to do."

He reached out and rubbed his temples, then took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to the black shadow in front of him: "I have a headache, I hope I can sleep well at night, if you have nothing to do, leave as soon as possible, every time you stay here Stay for a second, and I'll be in fear for a second."

"No problem."

Heiying shook his head lightly, and said with a smile: "You have already recruited almost all the masters in the war zone, and no one else can find me, and it's just nightfall, so it's not a good time to leave even if you want to leave. Waiting for the night Go deeper."

Ning Zhiyuan frowned, but didn't speak.

Soi Ying lowered his head and unfolded the A4 paper.

In the darkness, the A4 paper was vaguely filled with handwriting, which seemed to be the names of people. Almost every name had some simple symbols drawn on it, but in two colors, black and red.

A faint blue electric light flashed in front of the black shadow.

The light illuminated the names on the paper, and then went out in an instant.

"Although I already know the result, I still have to say that you are really crazy this time. Just for this list, it is worthwhile for us to take the risk to meet tonight."

The black shadow shook his head and sighed, his tone becoming softer.

Ning Zhiyuan snorted, but did not speak.

"How did you convince Tian Zong?"

Soi Ying asked suddenly, with pure curiosity in his tone and no malice.

"he..."

Ning Zhiyuan shook his head: "He's not in the right state recently, probably because he's worried about Sheng Xiao. I made this decision, and Tian Zong hasn't even talked to me about it. And this is the power of Central Continent after all, belonging to the Southeast Group, but it's also It cannot be said that it is the private army of the Southeast Group, the president has already stated his position, and it is not convenient for him to say anything more."

"Um..."

In the darkness, the black shadow groaned for a moment, then nodded: "Sheng Xiao...Kang Qiong and Hei Tong have been to East Island for almost a week. Besides, Kunlun City can't sit still anymore, and Ice Soul Frost Sword seems to have left too. Zhongzhou, hey, he all want to find his heir, if he knew this, why did he bother?"

Ning Zhiyuan remained silent.

"This list..."

Heiying hesitated slightly: "Is it your decision? After I leave today, if you want to regret it, it will be too late, now..."

"How about now?"

Ning Zhiyuan said lightly: "Regret? Am I qualified?"

The shadow fell silent.

Does Ning Zhiyuan have the right to regret it?

No one can give a definite answer to this question except himself.

"It's you, you should think about it later. When everything comes to the surface, what should you do?"

Ning Zhiyuan's tone was flat: "Slave with three surnames, that's not a good name."

"A bullshit house slave with three surnames."

Heiying sneered: "I only have one position. Has it changed over the years?"

In the darkness, the two were silent with each other.

"Anyway...we gave so much and one day, we will get what we want."

After a long time, Soi Ying spoke softly, speaking in a somewhat erratic tone.

"I believe."

Ning Zhiyuan nodded, but his tone was a bit cold: "It's just that what you pay is compared with what you want, is it really worth it? Especially for you?"

"It's worth it...not worth it...worth it..."

Hei Ying read a few words silently, and suddenly sneered: "So what if it's worth it? If it's dead, it's dead!"

His tone was indifferent, but in the coldness of ignoring everything, there was a kind of sadness and guilt that penetrated into the bone marrow.

The corner of Ning Zhiyuan's mouth twitched, he couldn't see the black shadow's face clearly, and didn't even dare to look at it for a while.

"sorry..."

The admiral opened his mouth, and said in a dry and hoarse voice: "I am ashamed of you."

"Back then...that was my decision, for the sake of the overall situation."

Heiying shook his head, and said in a low tone, "If you have the opportunity, please say thank you to Qiancheng for me."

Ning Zhiyuan shook his head with a wry smile and didn't say much.

"I took the list with me."

Heiying stood up and raised the list in his hand: "Someone wants me to say thank you."

"who?"

Ning Zhiyuan's eyes suddenly focused.

"Anyone. Everyone should tell you this thank you. You deserve it."

In the indifferent words, there seemed to be a faint light shining into the hall outside the window.

The darkness receded in the living room, and the black figure holding the list had completely disappeared.

Ning Zhiyuan sat on the same spot, the rank of general shone with majestic golden light in the night, he sighed heavily, exhausted and powerless, like a statue full of cracks.

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at the same time.

Youzhou.

Diaoyutai State Guesthouse.

A specially modified Mercedes-Benz sedan slowly drove into the antique gate of the hotel under the escort of several other vehicles, and finally stopped in front of Building No. 12.

The well-trained driver got out of the car immediately, and after observing the surroundings instinctively, he bent down and opened the rear door.

A tall and thin middle-aged man got out of the car and closed the buttons of his black suit casually.

The middle-aged man looked about forty years old, with a thin and handsome face and an indifferent expression. His lips were slightly pursed, giving him an extremely resolute feeling. The most attractive thing was his pair of eyes.

In the night, he raised his head to look at the lights in front of the door of Building No. 12, his eyes narrowed slightly, those eyes were like an abyss, wise and profound, calm and unfathomable.

A girl who was as quiet and well-behaved as possible followed the middle-aged man out of the car, blinked her big eyes, looked at the State Guesthouse in front of her curiously, and said, "Dad, what did you bring me here for?"

The sound of high heels hitting the ground resounded in the building.

An extremely elegant and gentle woman appeared in front of the door of Building No. 12. The woman was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. With the charm and confidence of a mature woman.

"Huh? Aunt Ning? Why are you here?"

The quiet girl next to the middle-aged man opened her eyes wide.

The woman who didn't seem to be young anymore, but who was hard to be connected with the word "auntie" was also taken aback, and then she smiled and said: "Xinyan, why are you here if you don't stay in Huating? Ha, your father Fooled you over? Let me tell you, you still have time to leave now. Your dad didn’t have any kind intentions. Most likely he fooled you to come on a blind date. Upstairs there are several young talents from Europe and North America, all of whom are first-class. Handsome guy, but..."

She paused, looked at the middle-aged man in front of her with a smile, and said, "Old Han, you made a wrong calculation this time, those people upstairs are all revolving around the real goddess now." , with a look of wanting to get close but not daring, as if the goddess would be honored to see them. In their state, Xin Yan can still have a good impression when they see them? At least let me see, it’s not as good as our thick dragon It's pleasing to the eye."

"Professor Ning was joking."

The middle-aged man smiled lightly: "Although I, Han Donglou, am not considered a big shot, my daughter is not reduced to the point of going on a blind date. Today I just brought a new face for fun."

Ning Xinyi, the vice president of Huating University, the dean of the business school, a famous professor of economics in Zhongzhou, the daughter-in-law of the wealthy Zhang family in Huating, and the aunt of Ning Qiancheng.

The middle-aged man is Han Donglou, the patriarch of the Han family in Huating, the founder of Shengshi Fund, the largest fund in Asia, and a notorious super-financial predator in the international financial market.

Although the Han family is a neutral wealthy family, they have always been acquainted with the Zhang family and have a very good personal relationship. If the heirs of Han Xinyan and Zhang Houlong didn't feel a little less about each other, maybe the two families would really marry through this.

"Aunt Ning, what are you talking about, what kind of goddess, on a blind date?"

Han Xinyan looked bewildered.

Ning Xinyi chuckled, and said mysteriously, "You'll know when you go up and look."

"Is everyone here?"

Han Donglou walked into Building No. 12 and asked casually.

"It's not yet the appointed time."

Ning Xinyi shook her head: "There are still a few who haven't come, the prime minister is on his way, and the representative of the Beihai Wang family is with the prime minister."

Han Donglou nodded, and several people came to the door of an exquisite meeting room, pushed the door open and entered.

There are a few young people sitting in the meeting room.

Three men and two women, although the conference room is not big, but there are only three people, but it still looks extremely deserted.

The three young men in their thirties are all Westerners, with white skin, blond or brown hair, tall stature, sword eyebrows and star eyes, and high spirits. They are indeed rare handsome Western guys.

When Han Donglou and the others came in, facing the three western men, at the position closest to the main seat, a woman who seemed to be in her early twenties seemed to say something casually.

At that moment, the three young men who were originally very aura leaned forward almost at the same time, and even their smiles became eager. The man with dazzling blond hair in the middle responded almost as fast as he could answer. Looking at the woman's words, that smile was so bright that Han Xinyan even thought of the pug he raised a few years ago that liked to wag its tail at him.

This change was so clear and obvious that Han Xinyan subconsciously opened her mouth wide with astonishment on her face.

She turned her head subconsciously.

In sight, sitting closest to the main seat was a young woman that she couldn't describe at all.

The other party was wearing a black suit and a white shirt, revealing a section of her snow-white neck. Her long hair was casually coiled up. Facing the eager smiles of the three young men in front of her, who looked like pet dogs, there was a little bit of delicacy in her face. The sharp face was indifferent, a little cold, but beautiful like a dream.

Han Xinyan had never seen such beauty.

Beauty to the extreme, the kind of beauty that can make people fear.

It was a sense of aggression that was almost irresistible to both men and women.

goddess!

Thinking of Ning Xinyi's evaluation, Han Xinyan nodded subconsciously, agreeing with this evaluation in her heart.

If there is a goddess in the world, then it probably is.

There is a refreshing fragrance in the meeting room, which is natural and strong, like the most rare and elegant natural body fragrance for women.

Han Xinyan was in a daze.

This is not the first time she has seen the woman in front of her.

About two months ago, she had appeared on the night Ning Qiancheng killed Tan Xilai.

At that time, someone called her Mr. Qin...

she...

It seems to be that who... that Li... Li Tianlan's woman?

Han Xinyan felt a little confused for no reason, and even felt a little absurd.

This proud, cold, and dreamy goddess-like woman in front of her will also have a man?

She shook her head hard.

And Ning Xinyi smiled lightly and said, "Everyone, let me introduce you."

He pointed at Han Donglou and said with a smile, "This is Mr. Han Donglou, the founder of Shengshi Fund. You should not be too unfamiliar with him, right?"

The three Western youths were startled, and then they noticed Han Donglou who walked in. Thinking of their performance just now, the three of them seemed a little embarrassed, but they still stood up.

"Hi, Mr. Han, I'm Luke Habs, from the Germanic Empire."

The young man on the far left stood up with a smile, and stretched out his palm to Han Donglou. His pale green eyes looked very clear. After recovering from a trance, his every move seemed to have a kind of Very rigorous demeanor.

Han Xinyan fainted for a moment.

The Germanic Habs family?

In the Germanic Empire, and even in the whole of Europe, this is a real behemoth.

Looking at Luke Habs' clear and soft smile, Han Xinyan really couldn't connect with the one just now, no, it was the three pugs.

"I'm Raymond Westminster."

The young man on the far right also walked over with a smile and shook hands with Han Donglou. His brown hair was neatly combed, which seemed to reflect a soft gleam, and he was also very personable.

The corner of Han Xinyan's mouth twitched again.

Westminster, this is an ancient wealthy family from the star country, even in the entire North America, it is enough to be listed as one of the top giants.

"I'm Xiu."

The handsome young man in the center who looked like a young god was the last to speak. Under the dazzling blond hair, there was a handsome, beautiful and confident face: "Hugh Rothschild."

Han Xinyan's heart was already numb.

Rothschild.

This surname is not just as simple as a grand duke of the United Kingdom. Not to mention the upper class, I am afraid that quite a few ordinary people know the status of this surname in the world financial market.

giant.

These are real giants.

Why did they meet their father tonight?

Han Donglou shook hands with the three of them, with a calm expression and an extremely polite tone.

"This one..."

Ning Xinyi hesitated slightly, and said with a smile: "Everyone is in Huating, I don't know if you two have met, Mr. Han, this is Qin Weibai, President Qin."

She paused for a moment, and really felt that the transparent bodyguard beside Qin Weibai was not something that could be ignored, but she didn't know how to introduce it, so she could only introduce it vaguely: "This is Jueying."

Qin Weibai stood up, with a faint smile on his cold face: "Hello, Mr. Han."

"Hello, Mr. Qin."

Han Donglou also responded simply.

Qin Weibai didn't reach out his hand.

Neither did Han Donglou.

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Chapter 7,000 words~ I won’t talk about the nonsense of combining two chapters into one. In fact, what I want to say is that this chapter is no less than the normal two chapters-. - Reading Net