District 9

In the Tiancheng Group, Liu Zishu stood next to Qin Yu and said softly: "Baojun failed, Miller is dead."

Qin Yu looked at him when he heard the sound: "So fast?!"

"Just when Baojun and the others were about to take action, someone from the marching crowd fired at them." Liu Zishu lowered his voice and said, "It was as if these people knew in advance that we were going to take action. They held Baojun and the others back. The police at the station When the soldiers heard the noise and rushed over to support, Baojun saw that he couldn't fight, so he had no choice but to leave."

"Then who did Miller?" Qin Yu asked.

"...I don't know. Baojun said that there were at least five groups of people trying to kill him. Songjiang North Station was in chaos, but multiple people from the anti-terrorism brigade and the police at the station didn't protect him." Liu Zishu The informed source said: "His head was chopped off and dumped in the station square!"

Qin Yu frowned: "What about the people's reaction?"

"The crowd was very excited, and many people went to the station square." Liu Zishu said with some worry: "Miller is dead. It is no longer possible to force the government to hold him accountable through demonstrations. I am now I’m afraid that if the breath on the ground dissipates, the movement will become smaller and smaller.”

"That won't happen." Qin Yu shook his head: "On the contrary, more intense conflicts will come."

"Why?" Liu Zishu asked with some confusion.

"Because of Miller's identity, Fengbei will also be in chaos. If the General Administration cannot give the European capitalists a satisfactory answer, they may also cause trouble. Songjiang has been in chaos for a week, but have you seen the person responsible for suppressing the people? The leader had his head cut off?" Qin Yu replied in a low voice: "Class and skin color issues will affect many people's nerves."

"Yes." Liu Zishu nodded.

"You asked Baojun to do this. Who else knows the news?" Qin Yu asked.

"I gave him the order directly. Not many people should know about it." Liu Zishu recalled it carefully, then frowned and asked: "Is it because Baojun has frequently appeared on the ground recently and was recognized, deliberately Stop him, do you want to take the five hundred thousand?"

Qin Yu thought for a long time and said expressionlessly: "You have to investigate this matter."

"Okay!" Liu Zishu nodded.

"Inform everyone that there will be a meeting in the large conference room in one and a half hours. The decisive battle is coming." Qin Yu ordered.

"Okay." After hearing this, Liu Zishu immediately left the room.

…

At around ten o'clock in the evening, Songjiang, which had been noisy all day, completely quieted down. A large number of marchers dispersed to rest. The empty streets were full of garbage, as well as weapons and personal belongings thrown away when the conflict broke out.

At Songjiang North Station, Miller's head had long been taken away. The police officers who were still staying behind were extremely depressed. They had all experienced the shooting incident at the station and saw many of their companions sacrificed. In the mood of grief and regret, Also mixed with fear and timidity.

On the roadside, the police station and security company have stepped up patrols. There are at least three cars at every street entrance, and all of them are equipped with large amounts of live ammunition to prevent sudden attacks by the public.

At the South Pass, people from outside the area who wanted to cross the border have dispersed. Several large holes several meters long were blown out of the special zone wall. At least 100% of the crossing hall, watchtower, railings, machines and other buildings at the entrance were paralyzed. At 80, the joint defense team members who were still behind had temporarily built bunkers, sandbags, barbed wire, protective steel plates, spike strips and other military facilities, which could be seen everywhere at the pass. Even combat tanks and armored vehicles came from the joint defense side.

Under the dim light, a joint defense soldier leaned against the wall and asked his companion: "Do you think it's interesting? We are obviously a military force and are managed by a war zone, but now there is so much trouble in Songjiang, but the troops are... We don’t care about us at all, and people outside the district even call us political lackeys...Who do you think we provoked?"

"If I can get a salary, a bonus, a house, and support my family, I can carry a gun." The companion smoked a cigarette and replied calmly: "As for who is the boss, it doesn't matter. I finally understand that in this era There is no such faction, that group of people are willing to think about us! Whether it is the party and government, or the military and government, they are all working hard for the country. I just hope that ten years later, twenty years later, etc. The country is stable and my son can live in a good era."

The two were silent, staring blankly into the distance, not communicating.

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The capital of Fengbei.

Mr. Yun sat in the car and asked softly: "Brother? Why do you want to do this? Shouldn't it be the General Administration that communicates with them?"

On the right side of the back seat, a man in his thirties or fourteen years old, wearing a decent suit, said calmly: "Miller is gone, the European capitalists have a big reaction, the General Administration is afraid that the talks will collapse, and they want me to Let’s talk first, there will be a buffer!”

The man's name is Xiang Zehao, and he is the recognized prince of the party and government in Fengbei Circle. He stepped down from the position of secretary-general of the General Administration of Government Affairs a year and a half ago. He is currently a reserved position, but does not have a specific position. There are many outsiders. Rumor has it that he was temporarily sidelined by the old man because of the infighting among the heirs at home, but no one can tell the specific situation.

The car drove slowly into a villa area in Fengbei. Young Master Yun, who was outside, immediately got out of the car and helped him open the door. Xiang Zehao straightened his clothes and walked out.

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A few minutes later, inside the villa.

Miller's wife sat on the sofa in the hall and cried bitterly. Other European men and women were talking to each other in small groups.

Xiang Zehao was invited into the study and met a middle-aged man in his forties. He was one of the representatives of the European capitalists in the ninth district. He was in charge of several pillar industries in Fengbei. He also held key positions, but what was different between him and Miller was that when the construction of the Ninth District first began, he was a local citizen and obtained the first batch of permanent residence. He was an out-and-out legal citizen of the Ninth District and had everything. Basic rights and interests.

"Mr. Hebrew, long time no see!" Xiang Zehao stretched out his hand and said to him.

"Please sit down, Mr. Xiang." Hebrew shook hands with him and greeted him lukewarmly.

Xiang Zehao bent down and sat on the chair outside the desk, and said softly: "As soon as the news of Director Miller's death came back...!"

"After Miller died, I have been sitting here and answering the phone." Hebrew put his hands on his hands and stared at Xiang Zehao with his blue eyes. "In the end, we decided to use the perspective of the European American Alliance to follow The General Administration will talk about this matter. We don’t want to listen to official talk and prevarication. We just want to ask the General Administration and the government when the murderer will be found and when the company or organization that caused the riot in Songjiang will be wiped out!"

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Songjiang City, Government Affairs Office.

Director Xin sat on the sofa and said with gloomy eyes: "My suggestion is not to drag it out any longer, gather the police force and directly kill Tiancheng in the area. Qin Yu and his core team are all in the city. If Do it quickly...!"