Space-time SWAT

At [-]:[-] a.m. Junakoli time, Ling Zihan's special plane arrived at Ana International Airport, which is heavily guarded by the military, and landed safely on the long-cleared and heavily guarded runway.

Now is a special period, and this is not a normal state visit, so there is no usual welcoming ceremony.Vice President Uli of Nyalaria and Commander-in-Chief of the Government Army Okasa personally greeted him at the airport. After warmly shaking hands with Ling Zihan and the experts of his mediation team, he left the airport in a special car and entered under the escort of a large number of military vehicles. City, went straight to the presidential palace.

Along the way, there is devastation, bomb craters and ruins everywhere. There is almost no green on the vast land, only barren yellow and black.Under the sun, the car raised dust all over the sky, but it was the only life in this desolate land.

Most of the official languages ​​in African countries are French, and a small part is English. Ling Zihan is as fluent as his mother tongue, and there is no obstacle in communicating with local officials.

At the airport, Uli and Okasa simply ignored diplomatic etiquette and couldn't wait to get into the state guest car that received Ling Zihan. Controlled areas are given descriptions.The two of them did not pretend to be false, they were telling the truth.The person in front of him is the well-known godfather of the Chinese intelligence community. I'm afraid he knows more about their situation than they do.

Their sincerity is indeed full. Ling Zihan listened quietly, nodded at last, and the first sentence he said was, "Why would Mr. President think of inviting me? In our country, he is better than me as a special envoy." There are many officials here, why do you demand that it must be me?"

Uri replied without any hesitation, "It was suggested by the new National Security Advisor, Mr. Abraham."

Okasa also said: "He thinks you are the most suitable as a special envoy to mediate."

"Oh." Ling Zihan looked at him, "Why?"

Uri’s eyes were full of respect, “Your father had a wide range of contacts, and he was friends with the leaders of many countries in the East and the West. You also have many friends, and they have important positions in China and the world. You are a member of the intelligence community. Godfather, if all the forces here are full of lies at the peace conference, you will be able to see through them. He said a lot, and these are the most important points. Therefore, the leaders of the warring parties have unanimously agreed to ask you to be a special envoy. Come mediate for us."

"I see." Ling Zihan nodded slightly, "Excuse me, what is Mr. President's plan for this peace conference? What result does he hope to get?"

Uri was ecstatic in his heart, and his attitude became more respectful, "Your Excellency the President hopes that he can continue his term of office justifiably."

This request is not excessive and reasonable.Just after the civil war started, many Western countries demanded that the president step down, hold a new general election, and put many charges on his head.The president insisted on the legitimacy of his tenure and absolutely refused to resign.Regarding his position of being extremely friendly with China, Ling Zihan absolutely supports him, "Mr. President is elected by the people according to your country's constitution. It is reasonable and legal. Of course, you must continue to lead this country. After the peace conference is over, for your country We will fully support the country's post-war reconstruction work."

Uri and Osaka took a reassurance and immediately settled down.

Uri said with a smile: "Of course, our work is inseparable from the strong support of our Chinese brothers."

Ling Zihan's attitude is very gentle, "I'm here, just sit there and listen. The accompanying director Yi is in charge of the specific matters. If you have any appeals, just tell him. If there are any difficulties that he can't solve, he will tell me. I'll do my best to fix it."

"Okay, okay." Uri and Osaka nodded at the same time, and said sincerely, "Thank you, Minister Ling."

Ling Zihan waved his hand, indicating that you are welcome.All his performances are basically consistent with those known to the outside world. He is cold, gentle, wise, and silent. He is both fearful and trustworthy.

Uri and Osaka were completely relieved and much quieter than chattering.Ling Zihan leaned back on the seat and closed his eyes, obviously fearless.

Their convoy quickly drove into the city full of bunkers and went straight to the presidential palace in the center of the city.

Although Nyalaria is a poor country, the capital, Junakori, has developed into a relatively modern city.Most of the buildings in the city are buildings with less than five floors, but there are several high-rise buildings with more than fifteen floors in the city center.These buildings are all in an area 3000 meters away from the presidential palace, but this cannot prevent snipers from attacking at all.

Before Ling Zihan arrived, the peacekeeping officers and soldiers sent by China had already secured those tall buildings. Accompanied by local military police, they conducted a blanket census and checked all the people living inside.Today, all exits from each building are closely monitored, and an ace sniper from the Chinese special forces is on standby on the top floor.

The presidential palace has also been built impregnable.There is a circle of traditional bunkers made of sandbags, horses, and barbed wire around the periphery, and a circle of heavy tanks is parked a little further inside, all of which have their muzzles facing outwards. There are more than ten surface-to-air missiles and three armed helicopters deployed in the center .The main building in the presidential palace is coated with anti-microwave and anti-infrared materials, and the windows are lined with bulletproof glass.The security system has advanced monitoring technology, anti-hacker, anti-stealth.

Just looking at the configuration of the presidential palace, we can understand that this country is like all poor countries in the world, 90% of the wealth is concentrated in the hands of 10% of the people, and the gap between the rich and the poor is very large.The high-tech and luxurious configuration of the presidential palace and the garden villas belonging to high-ranking officials and rich people within 3000 meters around it are in stark contrast to the slums on the outskirts of the city, and frequent civil unrest is understandable.

This is the national condition of others, so Ling Zihan naturally ignored it.He closed his eyes slightly, but the sensory tentacles in his mind were always on high alert, ready to respond at any time.

The convoy had just entered the central villa area guarded by a large number of heavily armed military police, and it was three kilometers away from the presidential palace. There seemed to be some invisible turmoil in the air.

Most people didn't notice it, but Ling Zihan felt a huge crisis coming from all directions.The speed was so fast that he felt unable to resist and had no time to deal with it.

Suddenly, he felt as if a transparent cover suddenly opened above him, covering the entire convoy, and spread out quickly.

The impending crisis collided with the unfolded invisible cover like lightning, causing ripples in the air.The layer of protective cover quickly extended out, and in the blink of an eye, the instigator was found. The invisible force wrapped him up, dragged him out of a five-story old building, and fell to the Chinese peacekeepers downstairs. before.

Almost half of the city was affected by these invisible energies. All the glass of the building was shattered, light pipes, water pipes and gas pipes burst at the same time, all electrical appliances were damaged, large areas of the city were cut off, and flames shot up into the sky from time to time. Many people became dizzy. The seven holes bleed, and the weak people go into a coma directly, and even a very small number of people go into shock and are on the verge of death.The sirens of police cars, fire engines, and ambulances continued to sound, causing the city that had just had a peaceful atmosphere to fall into panic of disaster.

The convoy started to slow down, and the mobile phones of Uri and Osaka rang urgently.

Ling Zihan opened his eyes, with a stern face, and said to the first assistant sitting in the passenger seat: "Don't stop, keep going, and enter the presidential palace."

"Yes." The first assistant immediately contacted the front team through the radio and told them to continue driving.

The convoy accelerated quickly and entered the presidential palace in only 3 minutes.The Chinese guards in the front and rear two cars quickly got out of the car and rushed over, protecting Ling Zihan and quickly walked into the gate of the main building of the Presidential Palace.

In a car behind them, Zhan Dongyun's face was as golden as paper, with a stream of blood spilling from the corner of his lips.He took out a tissue and wiped off the blood with difficulty. He felt so weak for a while that he couldn't get up and get out of the car.

Several medical experts who were sitting with him got out of the car one after another. Seeing that he was not moving, they realized his abnormal state. They couldn't help being shocked, and asked with concern: "Doctor Zhan, what's wrong with you?"

Zhan Dongyun shook his hands slightly, leaned against the seat weakly, closed his eyes, and said weakly, "I'm fine... just take a breath..."

Ling Zihan's administrative assistant noticed the situation here and immediately ran over, "What's wrong? What happened?"

An expert said: "There seems to be something wrong with Dr. Zhan."

The assistant bent down to look at Zhan Dongyun in the car, and saw that his breath was sluggish and his face was ugly, so he couldn't help being surprised, "Doctor Zhan, what's wrong with you?"

Zhan Dongyun barely opened his eyes and looked at him, "I'm fine, probably... motion sickness..." He struggled to get out of the car, but his body shook and almost fell to the ground.

The assistant in his early thirties was not weak, so he immediately supported him and helped him into the door.

Ling Zihan, who was shaking hands with President Kofir who came out to greet him, seemed to be aware of it, and turned his head to look over.Seeing that something was wrong with Zhan Dongyun being dragged in by his assistant, he was slightly surprised, and said to the president, "Please forgive me." Then he strode over.

Zhan Dongyun leaned on the assistant, tried his best to stabilize his figure, and waved to Ling Zihan who came over, "I'm fine, just take it easy, you go get busy."

Ling Zihan stared at him intently, scanned from small to low, and confirmed that he was not seriously injured, then nodded slightly, turned and left, and went to the office with the president for a preliminary meeting.

Now in Junakoli, only the presidential palace is the safest, so Ling Zihan and his party did not stay in the hotel, and they were all arranged to stay in the presidential palace.Ordinary attachés live in the staff dormitory behind the main building, Ling Zihan and other officials live in the main building, Zhan Dongyun and other doctors' teams are also in the main building, not far from Ling Zihan's room.

Zhan Dongyun was helped into his room, barely took off his coat, and fell on the bed."Thanks, I'm fine," he said to the assistant.

"Then you have more rest." The assistant poured a glass of water and put it on the bedside table before leaving to go to work.