Five o'clock, Zhongnanhai!

Chu Tian hurriedly pushed open the door of the Prime Minister's office. Hua Jiwei, who was drinking tea, put down the teacup and smiled and said, "I knew you would come! Is it for your miracle doctor's business? Boy, I tell you that this matter is very troublesome, no, it should not be solved."

"The Celestial Empire will not negotiate for him, otherwise it will be mistaken for government agents."

Obviously, the old man's intelligence is not slower than himself, but when he thinks deeper, how could the Philippines not spread it everywhere since he won the heroic surgeon? I'm afraid that the official protest documents have long been placed on Huajiwei's table, and what he lacks the most these days is to take advantage of the issue.

Sure enough, Hua Jiwei patted a document on the table, adding in a playful tone: "The diplomatic protest sent two hours ago accused us of sending agents to kill and set fire, with the intention of causing unrest in the Philippines to facilitate negotiations on Huangyan Island. I asked the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to surrender on the spot and refused to admit it."

Speaking of this, he looked at Chu Tian and said, "So it is impossible to ask the government to come forward to save him. Moreover, you offended Mrs. Gloria in Japan and squeezed more than one billion US dollars in the Philippines. If negotiations are made, the other party will only punish us to death, and the whole situation will be very passive."

"Old Hua, I'm not asking the Heavenly Kingdom to come forward."

Chu Tian touched his head and showed his intention: "I came to ask for resignation and resign from all official positions; I know that the central government cannot be held in diplomatic positions because the surgeon was taken away, but I can't see my brother's life and death without saving him, so I have to go and go and go, horse,"

"Manila! The capital of the Philippines!"

Hua Jiwei glanced at Chu Tian and replied with a wry smile: "You don't even remember your name, and you still want to go to the Philippines to save people? I won't tell you about those illusory political influences. I will only tell you the biggest problem. In order to protect the fruits of victory, the eight hundred Philippine troops looked at the miracle doctor."

"There are everything from power grid, tanks, cannons, and heavy machine guns."

Chu Tian's face was not too big, and he leaned on the chair and sighed: "It's only eight hundred! I thought it was eighty thousand!" Then he looked at Hua Jiwei and said: "As long as you are willing to let me resign, I will dare to work. Just eight hundred Philippine troops are not enough to get me into my teeth."

"I used to be in the Golden Triangle, and all 80,000 Thai troops were killed."

"Ahem,,,"

Hua Jiwei almost choked by tea, coughed twice and wiped the corner of his mouth, and then couldn't stop hitting the arrogant boy: "How is the two the same? You have the Sha Family Army and the Guoming Party in the Golden Triangle. Although the strength is very different, you still have tens of thousands of elite soldiers to use. What soldiers do you have in the Philippines?"

"What else can you bring in besides bringing a team of more than a dozen people?"

Chu Tian curled a smile on his lips, shrugged his shoulders and answered frankly: "I have money! The political situation in the Philippines has always been turbulent, and the two major parties are fighting each other. I can save people by just spending some money in it, so the old man doesn't have to worry about my behavior excessively, I have a proper sense."

"Besides, even if I do things randomly, I won't get involved in the Heavenly Kingdom."

Hua Jiwei let out a long breath, which was a fact. However, when Chu Tian went to the country where he was fiercely confronting him, he still felt a little uneasy, and he couldn't explain it to Old Ye and Old Su when something happened. So he smiled and took over the topic: "What if I firmly don't let you resign?"

This means not allowing Chu Tian to go. After all, he cannot carry the National Security Bureau Director. The commander of the Long Sui Jun infiltrated into the Philippines. Chu Tian seemed to have expected this and touched his head and said, "Then I can only go and fight with Wang Baxiong. No, he also broke his hands."

"In this way, you should remove me."

Hua Jiwei almost smashed the teacup. Fortunately, he knew that the boy was joking. He sighed and said, "Actually, I don't understand. Why don't you let them rescue the surgeon doctor and take risks to the Philippines yourself?"

Chu Tian leaned on the chair with a calm expression: "Because I have to save him! I owe him a favor, and I owe Wushuang a favor, so I will ensure that he is alive at all costs. If it is purely a murder and arson, I can do it by sending someone over there, but it involves saving people."

“I have to go in person to be at ease.”

Hua Jiwei stared at Chu Tian calmly. Of course, he also received news about Wushuang's sudden illness. Unexpectedly, this kid values ​​love and friendship so much. It seems that it is meaningless whether he stops or not. Chu Tian will definitely go to save people. Now he sees himself just a polite message.

Thinking of this, he took two big sips of tea and sighed without raising his head: "Boy, you have said this to this point. It would be unreasonable for me not to let you go. But you must be careful in everything. If something happens to you, I can't explain to Lao Su and Lao Ye at all, take care of your child."

Chu Tian stood up and bowed slightly: "Don't worry, old man, Chu Tian will definitely return safely."

Hua Jiwei put the teacup on the table, nodded and said, "Okay! I will stop all your official positions later. You can let go of your hands and feet to do things, but you must be careful when doing things. Although the Philippines is not strong in combat, ants can kill the elephant and should not be taken away or taken care of."

"Actually, I'm a little curious, what exactly do you have to do?"

Chu Tian, ​​who was about to reach the door, opened the door, turned around when he saw the secretary-general smile, and greeted Hua Jiwei's gaze calmly: "Money! I went to the Philippines to smash the ** armed forces with a lot of money, allowing them to continuously attack the Defense Ministry of the Presidential Office, and then take advantage of the troubled waters."

"Didn't I just get it a billion? I'll give it back to it if it was a bullet."

flutter!

Huajiwei squirted out tea: This is so sinister!

The secretary and the lady also opened her mouth slightly: This young man is really domineering.

xxx——xxx——xxx

The sun shines brightly and the heat is overwhelming.

In the Philippines, a natural valley surrounded by mountains on three sides and a small path surrounded by cliffs on both sides. According to ancient soldiers, similar valleys are easy to defend and difficult to attack, but compared with today's cutting-edge military strike technology, the Yangtze River's natural barrier is worth mentioning yesterday.

A high-tech long-range missile can easily overturn the valley.

However, the Philippines, where weapons are backward, the tactics of human seas are still important. This valley is undoubtedly a natural base and is indeed used. Dozens of undulating wooden houses are surrounded by wooden fences and barbed wire, and the layout of the open card and hidden whistle firepower dots and beads is quite well arranged.

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. Racial armed forces have worked to the death for so many years and have no rules. It is better than a group of pigs. The empty space in the camp is built with a stage-shaped platform. The dense thick wood of varying lengths supports the tabletop and nails into the rugged valley.

The sentry walked back and forth, and a black shadow floated into the sky.

A light helicopter slowly landed towards the platform, and the rapidly rotating propeller stirred the airflow, causing the blades of grass on the roof of the thatched hut to sway more than ten meters away. The Moroz militants on patrol and stand guard waved their hands. Seeing their excitement, they knew that they were welcoming their own people.

Moro is a collective name for the Philippine Malay Muslims by Spanish colonists in the 16th century. Moro is just a group of the Philippine Moro armed forces. Since the late 1960s, the Moro armed forces have fought with government forces for more than 30 years, resulting in more than 100,000 deaths.

Both sides can be said to have a deep feud, but this is no wonder Moro.

Before the mid-1980s, successive Philippine governments implemented forced assimilation policies against southern Moro Muslims through "integration policies". In 1957, the Philippine government issued Act No. 188, formally formulated "integration policies" that were unfavorable to Muslims.

One of its specific measures is to immigrate to the south a large number of Catholics.

Since then, armed conflicts have continued to occur between the Moroes and Catholics in order to compete for land, and the hatred between the two sides has accumulated deeper and deeper. Before the 1970s, the governors, mayors, governors or even the managers of an island were all served by the Moroes.

But after the 1970s, the Philippine government encouraged Catholic immigrants from the north to seize land and villages in the south, and even helped them organize Catholic militias to deal with Muslims. At the same time, officials assigned by the Philippine government exclusively occupied the management of the land under the protection of the army.

Out of resistance to the government's assimilation policy, the local Muslim militia renamed the "Moro National Liberation Front" in 1972 and announced to the South **, and began a bloody struggle with the Philippine government. The two sides have been fighting over the years.

Although Moro has faith and is brave in fighting, fighting requires money in addition to courage.

Therefore, Moro thirty or forty years ago has no longer had the spirit of the past. The Philippine military's weapons are becoming more and more advanced and its members are becoming more and more elite. However, Moro's territory is getting smaller and smaller, and there are only about 20,000 people today. Fortunately, there are many islands in the Philippines and many mountains are easy to hide.

The situation was difficult, but the anti-armed leader Trada was very happy today.

Because an old friend came to see him, and I heard that there was still money to help him.

So when he heard the helicopter circling, he immediately came out of the air raid shelter and led dozens of confidants holding submachine guns to greet him. The two female adjutants also twisted their bodies forward, wanting to see who could make the boss so happy and show an unprecedented welcome ceremony.

The helicopter stopped at the platform and a huge figure emerged.

“Trada,,,”

Alexander pulled his collar and was as powerful as a rainbow in the sun: "I'm here to liberate you!"

Trada was laughing and was about to greet him when suddenly he saw a strange boy flashing out.

His face changed, and his right hand subconsciously pulled out the gun.


Chapter completed!