pertwk Chapter 135 The entire clan kneels in submission, just to be treated like dogs? The highest order fr
Chapter 135 The entire clan kneels in submission, just to be treated like dogs? The highest order fr
Deep in the Western Hills of Beijing.
Huaxia Special Operations Group, Supreme Command Center.
It's 11 p.m.
Inside the huge circular conference room, you could clearly hear a pin drop.
The only sound in the air was the incessant low hum of the servers, like some kind of doomsday countdown.
Li Zhenguo stood before the enormous holographic map, his back stiff. The collar of his combat uniform was soaked with cold sweat, clinging tightly to the skin on the back of his neck, bringing a chilling sensation.
Behind him stood a dozen high-ranking officials, some with general ranks on their shoulders, who had just been dragged out of bed, their bloodshot eyes more conspicuous than the warning lines on the map.
But at this moment, no one complained.
Everyone unconsciously lowered their breathing, as if afraid of disturbing something.
Just now, a series of intelligence reports, like heavy hammer blows, shattered all the peace of the evening.
"Report! The target convoy has entered Hebei province and is expected to arrive in Beijing in three hours!"
"Report! Confirmation of the convoy's ownership—the reclusive martial arts family, the Fang family! The leader is the head of the Fang family, Fang Tianwen!"
"Report! High-altitude satellite energy scan... Multiple high-energy reaction sources detected in the convoy!"
"One of them... has an energy level...that is immeasurable!"
"Detection threshold exceeded!"
After the last piece of intelligence was read, the communication channel fell into a suffocating silence.
The bigwigs present each managed an army of millions; their will could launch missiles and turn aircraft carriers.
But the words "immeasurable" felt like an invisible mountain, suffocating them.
Fang Jia!
That colossal entity, which has been passed down for thousands of years and has always remained outside the control of the authorities!
They've all come out in droves?!
It also carries something that even the country's most advanced technology cannot analyze?
What are they up to?!
An elderly general with gray hair slammed his hand heavily on the table, making a dull thud that caused ripples to spread in the teacup.
"Old Li! What exactly are they trying to do?! A show of force?! Do they really think the swords of China aren't sharp enough?!"
"Sir, the situation... may be more complicated than we thought." Li Zhenguo turned around, his voice hoarse.
He retrieved Fang Tianwen's information.
"Fang Tianwen, eighty-nine years old, possesses pure Yang Qi, and is a half-step 'Land Immortal.' His personal combat strength is estimated to be at the level of destroying a nation. The entire Fang family has more than twenty registered experts at the Qi Realm."
"Hmph!" Another general with a hooked nose snorted coldly. "A brigade deployed around the capital! The 'Dragon Fang' special forces on standby 24 hours a day! I'd like to see whether his internal energy is faster or our electromagnetic cannon is faster!"
"No way!" Li Zhenguo categorically rejected.
"Sir, we mustn't escalate the conflict. We don't yet know their intentions... and..."
Li Zhenguo twitched the corner of his mouth, his muscles stiffening, revealing an extremely strange expression.
"Based on our analysis of the scattered communication fragments we deciphered... their target this time doesn't seem to be... us."
"Not us? Then what are they trying to do? Bring their families to the capital in the middle of the night to watch the flag-raising ceremony?" the old general retorted irritably.
Li Zhenguo's Adam's apple bobbed, and he uttered a word that even he himself found absurd.
"They... seem to be here... to see Mr. Lin."
"Mr. Lin?"
"Which Mr. Lin?"
"Who else could it be?" Li Zhenguo smiled wryly. "It's that... Mr. Lin who lives in Nanluoguxiang and just had an antique iron wok airlifted from North America a couple of days ago, just to stir-fry a plate of cabbage."
"..."
"puff--"
A young officer almost spat out the strong tea he had just drunk, but the stares of those around him forced him to hold it back, his face turning a deep purplish-red.
The conference room fell into that familiar, deathly silence once again, a silence tinged with absurdity and awe.
All the bigwigs looked at each other, their eyes conveying the same message.
It's him again?!
A few days ago, Odin, the Norse god-king, humbly signed an unequal treaty in order to save his son.
Today, a reclusive family with a thousand-year-old heritage, for...for what reason? Why did the entire clan mobilize and rush a thousand miles overnight?
Who exactly is this Mr. Lin?
"Old Li, is the intelligence confirmed?" The white-haired old general rubbed his throbbing temples, feeling that his strategic experience was a joke in front of Mr. Lin.
"It's pretty much true," Li Zhenguo said in a hoarse voice. "The Fang family's darling, Fang Qingxue, entered Mr. Lin's courtyard a few days ago and hasn't come out since. Our latest intelligence indicates that she... she seems to have become Mr. Lin's... maid."
"What?!"
"The Fang family's prodigy daughter is going to be a maid?!"
"Fang Tian asked if that old fox could tolerate this? Wouldn't he flip the table?!"
This news had an even greater impact than the "immeasurable energy" statement, directly shattering the worldviews of these high-ranking generals.
"I...I initially thought Fang Tianwen was here to take people back." Li Zhenguo wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"But now it seems that he's not angry at all, on the contrary... it's like he's afraid we'll stop him."
"He brought some of the best girls in the tribe, and also a 'generous gift' that we couldn't even detect..."
"I suspect he didn't come to ask for someone back."
"He's here... to see someone off!"
"..."
No one in the meeting room could speak anymore.
They felt that their worldview, ever since they met Mr. Lin, had been teetering on the edge of breaking down and rebuilding, and even starting to accelerate.
for a long time.
The white-haired old general gave the order in a voice that was extremely tired yet incredibly clear.
"Order!"
"All troops, lift Level 1 alert! Shift to traffic control along the route!"
"Li Zhenguo!"
"arrive!"
"You go there yourself."
The old general's eyes were as sharp as a scalpel, dissecting the core of the whole matter.
"Make contact with them before they enter the city."
"remember!"
"Your task is neither to stop nor to monitor."
"It's about service!"
"It's guidance!"
"We absolutely cannot allow them to disturb Mr. Lin's peace and quiet at any stage! Furthermore, we cannot allow even the slightest unnecessary misunderstanding to arise between them and Mr. Lin!"
The old general paused, then added something that almost made Li Zhenguo lose his footing.
"If they're here to give gifts, could you help me check if the gifts are appropriate?"
"If they're here to see someone off, you...you arrange the order for them, don't mess it up!"
"In short, all actions shall be guided by Mr. Lin's wishes as the highest guiding principle! Understand?!"
"Yes, sir! Mission accomplished!" Li Zhenguo snapped to attention, his roar echoing throughout the conference room.
He knew that his job as the "Director of the Special Liaison Office for Mr. Lin" had added a new KPI.
—To be a good host and receptionist for the gods.
The communication ended, Li Zhenguo rushed out of the conference room, changed into civilian clothes, and jumped onto a silent, stealth military helicopter.
The helicopter silently rose from the ground, disappearing into the deep night, and sped towards Hebei.
Inside the cabin, Li Zhenguo gazed at the endless city lights below, with only one thought swirling in his mind.
He only wants to know one thing right now.
Does Mr. Lin's yard... need someone to sweep it?
He also wanted to sign up.
At least, I won't have to be so terrified by the deeds of gods every day like I am now.