Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Dragon's Nest, late at night.

"Report," Longyan's secret telegram came, "Smith has been completely dismissed from MI34 and sentenced to prison for threatening with a gun. He had an emotional breakdown in prison, constantly shouting words like "conspiracy" and "spy", and has been regarded as a madman by others."

Yan Shuangying looked at the telegram and nodded slightly: "His fate will make others understand that some things should not be investigated. How is the arrangement going?"

&34；一切就绪。&39；清道夫&39；已经潜入监狱系统。很快，史密斯就会在狱中&39；意外身亡&39；。到时候，所有人都会认为这是一个可怜的疯子的自我了断。&34；

"Very good."

At this moment, the telegram from Europe 3 arrived:

"The plan was a perfect success. After the Smith incident, MI34 carried out a large-scale personnel adjustment. I have been appointed as the new investigation commissioner, replacing Smith. Now, I can fully control the direction of the investigation of intelligence against China."

Yan Shuangying smiled with satisfaction: "What about Brighton?"

"His relationship with Mary has improved. This incident has made Mary trust him even more. As for Chen Ming, he is still a guest of honor at the Prime Minister's Office. No one will doubt a musician who often goes to the embassy because he misses his mother. "

"Perfect," Yan Shuangying wrote in his reply, "Tell Brighton that we can start preparing for the wedding. A political adviser who is about to become the prime minister's son-in-law will bring us greater value."

He closed the telegram book and walked to the window. In the night of London, Smith was about to disappear quietly in prison, while Brighton was about to usher in the peak moment of his life.

Ironically, Smith would never know until his death that his intuition was actually correct. It was just that he was too anxious and too reckless, and ultimately fulfilled his opponent's plan.

"This is the highest realm of intelligence warfare," Yan Shuangying said to himself, "Let the enemy destroy you and let the truth sleep forever."

At this time in London, the Prime Minister's residence was brightly lit.

Brighton was having dinner with Mary, and Chen Ming's violin music echoed melodiously in the hall.

No one will remember the stubborn Smith.

No one would doubt the sincere feelings between this perfect couple.

No one cared about the Chinese musician's frequent visits to the embassy.

Everything was so perfect and so logical.

This storm is completely over.

And this is just the beginning of a bigger plan.

Dragon's Nest, Yan Shuangying's office.

"Just speak frankly, Lao An," Yan Shuangying looked at Deputy Director An Yu, who was hesitant to speak, "You have been worried these past two days."

An Yu took a deep breath and said, "Director, this time, are we taking...too risky?"

"Oh?" Yan Shuangying raised his eyebrows, "Tell me about it."

"In order to help the Bird Empire deal with the Thunder Plan, almost all of our high-level chess pieces in Europe were exposed," An Yu said worriedly, "Brighton, Europe No. 34, Longyan, and even Polaris were all invested by us. These are the forces we have been operating in Yingli for many years."

He sighed: "Just for the information of a military plan, is it worth it?"

Yan Shuangying stood up and walked to the window: "Old An, do you still remember that night in Moscow?"

&34;Remember, that was the first time we met.&34;

"No," Yan Shuangying turned around, "That was the first time I understood that in this big chess game, every move must be calculated to the end."

He walked over to the map of Europe on the wall and said, "You think we're just helping the Byrd Empire get out of trouble?"

&34;Isn&34;t it?&;

"If Yinggeli's Thunder Plan succeeds," Yan Shuangying said in a low voice, "the Bird Empire will suffer heavy losses on the Western Front. What will this lead to?"

An Yu thought for a moment: "Bird may be forced to sue for peace in advance."

"That's right," Yan Shuangying nodded, "Once Bird loses on the Western Front, the entire pattern of the European war will change. England and Frank will join forces to end the war within two years."

&34;Is there something wrong with this?&34;

Yan Shuangying sneered: "Do you think China needs a European war that ends prematurely?"

An Yu suddenly understood something: "You mean..."

"That's right," Yan Shuangying said with sharp eyes, "What we need is a protracted European war. Let England and Bird both lose, and let the whole of Europe fall into exhaustion. Only in this way can China have enough time to develop."

He pointed at the map and said, "The pieces can be rearranged, but strategic opportunities are fleeting. It's worth exposing some pieces to stop the Thunder Plan."

&34;But...&34;

"Besides," Yan Shuangying interrupted him, "Do you think Brighton is really exposed? When he becomes the prime minister's son-in-law, who will remember that crazy Smith?"

An Yu thought thoughtfully: "You are right. I was too worried."

"Remember," Yan Shuangying patted him on the shoulder, "In this big chess game, we are not playing a single chess game, but a whole chess game. Sometimes, what seems like sacrifice is actually a preparation for a greater victory."

He walked back to his desk and said, "Go ahead and get Brighton married to Mary as soon as possible. I want all of Europe to know what a perfect political marriage this is."

An Yu nodded and left, while Yan Shuangying looked out the window at the night with a sneer on his face:

&34;Smith, Smith, you will never know that your death is just a small beginning in this big chess game.&34;

Late at night, Yan Shuangying came to the President's office as usual. Even late at night, the young president, who was only 26 years old, was still working at his desk.

"Are you here?" Su Zhengyang didn't even raise his head and continued to annotate the documents, "Please sit down."

Yan Shuangying sat down and poured himself a cup of tea. In the office, only the light of the desk lamp illuminated the young couple in power.

"The matter with England was handled well," Su Zhengyang finally put down his pen, with an approving smile on his young face, "Smith's matter and Brighton's arrangement were both wonderful."

&34;You are so kind.&34;

"No," Su Zhengyang shook his head, his dark eyes gleaming with wisdom, "This is indeed very exciting. Using a persistent person to destroy himself and letting a spy get in through a political marriage, these methods all show the maturity of your intelligence agency."

He stood up and walked to the map on the wall: "But now our focus has to shift."

"Asian Alliance?" Yan Shuangying asked.

"That's right," Su Zhengyang pointed to the South Asian region on the map, "The war between England and Bird will continue, that's enough. Now, we have to turn our attention here - the Asian Union composed of India, West Africa, Pakistan, Bangladesh and other countries."

He ran his finger across the map: "This emerging alliance is our real strategic focus."

"I understand," Yan Shuangying nodded, "Are we going to start planning?"

"Yes," Su Zhengyang turned around, his young face showing a depth beyond his age, "The chess game in Europe has stabilized, and it's time to make a new move in South Asia. Although the Asian Alliance has just been established, their unity has put great pressure on England."

&34;So we're going to...&34;

Su Zhengyang smiled meaningfully: "Support the Asian Alliance, but not too obviously. Let them become a force to contain England, but also prevent them from being too powerful. This is a balance that needs to be precisely controlled."

Yan Shuangying thought thoughtfully: "Are you worried that the Asian Alliance will get out of control?"

"Go get ready," Su Zhengyang interrupted him, his tone full of unquestionable authority, "The chess game in South Asia is much more complicated than that in Europe. There is not only the competition between imperialisms, but also the rise of new powers."

He sat back at the table, his young face looking particularly resolute under the lamp: "Let him continue to run Brighton. Once he truly enters the power core of England, our operations in South Asia will be more convenient."

"Understood."

"Also," Su Zhengyang added, a glimmer of wisdom flashing in his eyes, "tell An Yu not to always worry about gains and losses. In this big chess game, the existence of the Asian Alliance just gives us more room for maneuver."

Yan Shuangying stood up and said, "I'll arrange it right away."

Watching Yan Shuangying's back as he left, Su Zhengyang's gaze returned to the map. Under the dim light, the young president's eyes flickered with lofty ambitions.

At the age of 26, he should be full of vigor and vitality, but at this moment, he is already strategizing and planning how to find the most favorable balance between the Asian Alliance and England.

This is the real big chess game.