The next day, early morning.

The dawn fell.

In the cold winter, it is rare that the sun shines through the thick clouds early on.

It can be seen that today is a good day with bright sunshine.

At the Banshan Resort Manor, the thick wooden doors slowly opened.

A man and a woman appeared at the door.

In the open space not far outside the door, there was a long-awaited military green off-road vehicle parked.

An officer in a well-built uniform walked quickly to the door.

Lift your right hand and salute with serious respect.

"Mr. Lin, the car is ready. We can go to the nearest military airport immediately and take a special plane to the destination."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yu nodded slightly.

He was light and simple in his hand, with only a narrow and long Tiancongyun sword in his hand.

Huangfu Yunyan around him was also very concise in his dress.

The pretty face is not covered with makeup, and the eyes are as autumn water as a god.

There is a green rainbow sword behind it, which is so heroic.

The two followed the officer into the off-road vehicle.

The car slowly opened and gradually drove away from the door of the manor.

At this time, Lin Yu sat upright in the back seat, his eyes slightly closed.

The expression of indifferent as ice reappeared on his face.

The officer driving in front had a particularly strange illusion in his heart.

He always felt that there was no one else in the car except himself.

If the images of the two people in the back seat were reflected cleanly in the rearview mirror, he would hardly notice it.

As an excellent reconnaissance officer and soldier, he could not even sense any breathing sounds at such a close distance.

The two behind are like two sculptures.

The posture remains fixed, quiet without any sound.

Although he felt strange in his heart, he did not show it.

As time passed little by little, off-road vehicles soon arrived in a military airport.

...

While Lin Yu got up and rushed to the border, the lights in a courtyard house in Yanjing were lit all night.

Even though the sun was rising outside, the lights in the room were still not extinguished.

Mr. Huo stood behind the desk, frowned, and stared deeply at the information in front of him.

Just as he was thinking secretly, the door creaked and was gently pushed open from outside.

"Old Huo, Mr. Lin has set off."

The visitor said softly, fearing that he would disturb Mr. Huo's thoughts.

"Um!"

Mr. Huo nodded slowly, his eyes still stayed on the pieces of information.

He murmured to himself: "Strange, why did Tianzhu A San choose to cause trouble at this point in time, and he deliberately sent religious personnel to the banner of revenge. What's wrong with this?"

As he spoke, he stood up and sorted out all the information again.

"Old Huo, it's dawn, it's time for you to rest."

The visitor did not leave, so he tiptoed to the front and whispered to remind him.

"Um!"

Mr. Huo's reaction was like he had just stepped out.

"It must have been missing something, it must have been missing something."

He continued to mutter to himself, as if a light suddenly passed through his dizzy head.

"This information says that on the 6th of this month, President Tianzhu met with the Consul of the Eastern R Country and the Consul of the United States. If the speculation is correct, these two countries should encourage the people of the Indians."

"But why do they encourage the Indians? Are they just trying to create some trouble for Lin Yu? Are there any other traps here? Do they think the Indians can deal with Lin Yu?"

Mr. Huo seemed to be crazy and kept talking to himself.

He picked up one of the information on the table and threw it down again.

The neatly arranged documents went in a mess in a blink of an eye.

"Yesterday, American diplomats summoned consulates from countries such as Eastern R, Frandong, and the Kingdom of Britain. These countries just suffered a loss on Lin Yu. Do you want to take this opportunity to get back your face?"

"The main media of Western countries have sent reporters to follow up and report, and their intentions are too obvious!"

Mr. Huo held his chin and stared at the table.

His eyes flashed, thinking.

"No, no, there must be other purposes. These countries will get together and will not just think about causing trouble for Lin Yu. There must be plans hidden in this that have not yet been discovered."

Although he stayed up all night, Mr. Huo's spirit was not only not decadent at all, but became more and more excited.

A layer of fog in front of me seemed to be gradually dissipating.

"I need more information and more sources of information. There must be something strange about it. The people of Dong R and the Americans suffered such a big loss, and it is impossible that they just want to make trouble."

While talking to himself, he picked up the dedicated telephone line on the table.

Mr. Huo skillfully called out a set of numbers and ordered in a deep voice: "Is it the Intelligence Department? I'll send me all the information about the recent East R and the United States, and immediately!"

...

United States, Presidential Palace.

"There is a saying in Yanhuang that I especially like, called the mantis stalking the cicada oriole behind."

The President, with silver hair, was lying comfortably on the sofa, with a smug smile on his face.

"Haha, those Dong R people thought they were doing very hidden, but unfortunately their every move was under our control."

Exaggerated laughter with great American characteristics ripples in the room.

While speaking, the leader of the country kept gestured with his hands to enhance the infectiousness of his tone.

The assistant opposite has long been used to the President's various strange actions.

Therefore, the assistant smiled casually and said, "His Excellency the President, if the CIA had not provided cover for the people of East R, their so-called secret organization to purchase nuclear warheads in Eastern Europe would have long been exposed."

The word nuclear warhead made the President, who was originally laughing, suddenly become serious.

He sat upright and asked solemnly: "The nuclear warhead will not cause any trouble when it falls into the hands of the people of Dong R. It is engraved with the aggression of this nation in the genes and will never be erased."

"Although Yanhuang is our common enemy now, we cannot forget the terrible nature of the people of Dong R. This is the most despicable and shameless nation in the world."

Then, the solemn color on his face became increasingly strong, and he reminded very cautiously: "The people of Dong R are a sinister and cunning cruel nation. Their crazy and bloodthirsty level is similar to the vampire Dracula in the Middle Ages in Europe. Once you see your weakness, your throat will be bitten by it immediately, and there is no possibility of survival."

Hearing the president's question, the assistant replied calmly: "Please rest assured that there will be no trouble. First of all, the Eastern European nuclear warhead has been removed from its power equipment and can only be detonated on the spot and does not have any launching ability."

"Secondly, even during transportation, our military satellites have been monitoring it. According to the original route, we entered South Asia from Eastern Europe and arrived at the site of the incident."

After the assistant's explanation, the President felt relieved.

He let out a long sigh and said slowly: "Remember, never underestimate the cruelty and madness of the people of Dong R. This is an extremely cruel nation."

...

The southwest border has deep valleys and steep slopes, and the terrain is rugged.

Cliffs are everywhere, and river valleys are densely covered with primeval forests.

The altitude here is more than 3,000 meters.

The terrain is complex and belongs to a typical plateau mountain climate.

Especially in the deep winter, it is even more bitter and cold.

In a slightly gentle meadow area, dozens of tents are lined up.

A blond and blue-eyed caucasian was wearing a thick cotton coat and fiddling with camera equipment.

On the plateau, the air is thin and the sunlight radiation is particularly strong.

The plateau, blue sky, green earth, rolling mountains in the photo look so beautiful.

But only when you get to the place can you understand what kind of torture it is to live at an altitude of more than 3,000 meters.

For the media reporters who arrived, it can be regarded as a journey of suffering.
To be continued...