Absolute power in officialdom

Chapter 181 When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits.

The atmosphere at Nancheng Port was unusually tense on the day of the launch ceremony.

Traffic control was implemented around the port starting at dawn, with military and police personnel visible everywhere, and the roar of helicopters echoing over the city.

Following Liu Mingxuan's orders, Wu Zhiyuan stayed at the Song family villa to protect Song Yawen.

He saw from the live television broadcast that the port's security measures were even more stringent than expected.

Multiple security checks were set up around the viewing platform, special forces were deployed at high points, and there were even snipers lying in ambush in nearby buildings.

"It seems the government has made thorough preparations." Song Ya-wen sat on the living room sofa, watching the live broadcast on TV, her expression complex. "Qianjin, do you think something bad will happen today?"

Wu Zhiyuan said calmly, "As long as security is in place, there shouldn't be any problems."

But he knew in his heart that the real threat often came from within.

If a mole like Chen Wenqiang is still within the port authority system, even the most stringent security measures will have loopholes.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Song Yaozu prepared to leave.

"Dad, are you going to the launch ceremony too?" Song Ya-wen asked.

"Of course, I must attend such an important occasion." Song Yaozu straightened his tie. "Ya Wen, you stay at home and don't go anywhere. Go forward and protect Miss."

"Yes, Mr. Song," Wu Zhiyuan replied.

Time ticked by, and the start time of the launch ceremony drew ever closer.

At 9:30, Wu Zhiyuan's encrypted communicator vibrated.

He went to a secluded spot to answer the call.

"Forward, the situation has changed." Liu Mingxuan's voice was urgent. "We learned from our inside sources that the enemy may have changed their plans."

The target of the explosion was not the reviewing stand, but Premier Long Yun's motorcade!

"A convoy? When?"

"After the ceremony, the convoy left the port."

The specific location is likely on the coastal highway, where there is a tunnel.

If the tunnel collapses, not only will the entire convoy be buried, but innocent bystanders will also be injured.

Wu Zhiyuan's heart sank: "Is the intelligence reliable?"

"It came from an inside source, so it should be reliable."

The problem now is that we don't know exactly where the explosives were planted in the tunnel, nor do we know how they were detonated.

"What do you need me to do?"

"You stay at the Song family's residence and continue to observe. Report any unusual behavior immediately."

Also, An Jing has led a team to the coastal highway, hoping to find the explosives in time.

"Understood."

After ending the call, Wu Zhiyuan returned to the living room.

Song Ya-wen was still watching TV, but she was clearly distracted.

"Sister Ya-wen, is your father usually close to Chan Man-keung of the Port Authority?" Wu Zhiyuan asked tentatively.

Song Ya-wen was taken aback for a moment: "Why are you asking this?"

"I just feel that Chen Wenqiang is not a simple person."

He was able to become the deputy director of the port authority in such a short time; there must be someone supporting him behind the scenes.

"Are you implying that my father supports him?"

"It's possible." Wu Zhiyuan observed Song Yawen's expression. "If that's the case, then your father might be involved in something."

Song Ya-wen asked in surprise, "Qianjin, tell me the truth, do you know something?"

Wu Zhiyuan remained silent for a moment, then decided to reveal part of the truth: "Sister Yawen, I suspect that your father, Suha, and those beautiful Chinese are plotting a conspiracy against the government. Today's launch ceremony may be about to cause a major incident."

"What?" Song Ya-wen exclaimed in surprise.

"I have my own sources of information," Wu Zhiyuan said with a calm smile.

Song Ya-wen stared intently at him, her face full of doubt: "Where did you get this information? Who exactly are you?"

How do you know all this? Who are you working for anyway?

Wu Zhiyuan said sincerely, "Sister Yawen, there are some things I can't explain to you right now."

But all you need to know is that I've never intended to harm you by staying by your side.

I stopped this for the sake of the country's stability and to prevent more innocent people from being dragged into the disaster.

Country A has always been friendly with China, and it is also your motherland. We cannot stand by and watch it be engulfed in war and intrigue.

His words were ambiguous, neither confirming nor completely denying.

Song Ya-wen had mixed feelings. She was terrified by the conspiracy her father might be involved in, but the words of the man in front of her were very sincere.

"Sister Ya-Wen, if you really want to prevent this tragedy from happening, you must make a choice now."

"What choice?"

"Help me," Wu Zhiyuan said in an unquestionable tone, "I need to get into your father's study to find evidence!"

Song Ya-wen hesitated.

The study was a forbidden place for Song Yaozu; he personally cleaned it and never allowed anyone to enter.

"The study has a combination lock and fingerprint recognition, so only my father can open it," Song Ya-wen said with difficulty. "And there are surveillance cameras inside."

"We can find a way to block the surveillance cameras, and the combination lock..." Wu Zhiyuan thought for a moment, "Is it possible that your father wrote down the password somewhere?"

Or do you know any combination of numbers related to his birthday or anniversary?

"My dad's computer password is my mother's birthday, but I'm not sure about the password to the study."

Wu Zhiyuan checked the time: 9:45.

The ceremony is about to begin, and Song Yaozu will not be back for a while.

"Sister Ya-wen, take me to the study."

Song Yaozu's study is on the third floor of the villa, with a high-tech electronic lock installed on the heavy iron door.

Wu Zhiyuan first checked the surrounding environment.

There are security cameras in the corridor, but the angles are fixed, so you can avoid them.

"Sister Ya-wen, wait for me here. If anyone comes, just cough once."

Wu Zhiyuan took out a small device and pressed a button on the surveillance camera.

The device emits a slight interference signal, which will cause the monitoring screen to display snow for a few seconds, but will not trigger an alarm.

Taking advantage of the break, Wu Zhiyuan quickly went to the study door and entered the password.

Incorrect password.

He then tried Song Yaozu's birthday, Song Yawen's birthday, and the company's founding date, all of which were incorrect.

Time passed second by second, and sweat beaded on Wu Zhiyuan's forehead.

At this moment, Song Ya-wen suddenly remembered something: "Go forward, let's try celebrating my parents' wedding anniversary."

My father loved my mother very much. Although she passed away many years ago, he still remembers this day.

Wu Zhiyuan entered a string of numbers.

With a "beep", the lock opened!

The two quickly entered the study and closed the door.

The study is large and elegantly decorated, with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves on two walls, a floor-to-ceiling window on one side, and a huge map of country A hanging on another wall.

There was a computer and a pile of files on the desk.

Wu Zhiyuan checked the computer first, but a password was required.

He turned to the documents and quickly flipped through them.

Most of the documents were normal business contracts and financial statements, but under a pile of files, Wu Zhiyuan found a black folder with the English words "Tide Project" printed on it.

He opened the folder, which contained a detailed action plan:

Phase 1: Creating port safety incidents to raise public doubts about the government's management capabilities.

Phase Two: Amplify the opposition's voice through the media to incite protests.

The third stage: creating trouble on important occasions to find a pretext for regime change.

Phase Four: Support Sukhavati's rise to power, find a pretext to abolish the port cooperation agreement with China, and instead sign an agreement with the United States.

In the detailed plan for the third phase, Wu Zhiyuan saw something shocking:

"Operation Tsunami: Detonate pre-planted explosives as the Longyun convoy passes through the coastal highway tunnel."

Simultaneously, small-scale explosions will be carried out at the port to divert attention. Operation time: 11:20 AM.

11:20! Less than an hour to go!

Even more alarming, the plan also mentioned: "To ensure the success of the operation, spies have been planted in the port authority, the police force, and the prime minister's security team."

Inside man!

No wonder the enemy was able to track the convoy's movements and security arrangements so accurately.

Wu Zhiyuan continued flipping through the folder, and on the last few pages, he actually saw Lin Keke's photo.

However, this is Lin Keke's pseudonym, Jiang Shan.

The photo shows Lin Keke in a business suit with a smile on her face. The caption reads: "Code name 'Nightingale,' infiltrated by the Chinese Ministry of Commerce, responsible for providing intelligence on Chinese aid projects and assisting in operation coordination."

Lin Keke's infiltration of the enemy camp was not easy, but it was very risky. If she were exposed, her life would be in danger.

Wu Zhiyuan was worried for Lin Keke.

He took out his phone, took a picture of the key pages, and then put the folder back in its original place.

But just as they were about to leave, they heard footsteps outside the study.

Wu Zhiyuan's eyes narrowed, and he quickly pulled Song Yawen behind the desk to hide, while he himself slipped to the side wall by the door and held his breath.

The door was pushed open.

Li Ruoxue appeared at the doorway, holding a delicate little pistol in her hand.

"Wu Qianjin, come out! I've seen you enter the study through the surveillance cameras!" She warily searched the doorway for Wu Zhiyuan's hiding place. "Or should I call you Wu Zhiyuan? A national security agent?"

"How do you know my real name?" Wu Zhiyuan asked.

"Surprised? Agent Wu Zhiyuan, the Goose Intelligence Agency is no pushover."

You think your disguise is perfect? ​​We're in the South City, and I'm not the only one.

From the moment you appeared beside Song Ya-wen, your information was already on my desk.

However, keeping you alive is more beneficial to us than eliminating you.

Because your enemies are the US CIA and Sukha, not us; you don't even know what we're up to.

The moment Li Ruoxue finished speaking, Wu Zhiyuan moved.

He quickly darted out from the side and grabbed Li Ruoxue's wrist, which was holding the gun, with his right hand.

The whole process took less than two seconds. The small pistol had already fallen into Wu Zhiyuan's hands. He turned the muzzle around and aimed it at Li Ruoxue.

"Don't move!" Wu Zhiyuan's voice was icy.

Song Ya-wen stood up from behind her desk, staring at the scene in disbelief: "Aunt Li, how...how did you get a gun?"

Li Ruoxue was not flustered. Instead, she chuckled and said, "Ya Wen, you've been deceived by him. He approached you to use you."

He's a spy sent by the Chinese National Security Bureau to sabotage your father's plans.

"What exactly is my father planning?" Song Ya-wen questioned.

"A plan that could elevate the Song family to a higher level?" Li Ruoxue sneered, her tone full of sarcasm. "No, your father is just a self-righteous pawn."

He thought he was helping the United States support Suharto's rise to power so that the Song family could become the number one family in Country A.

Unfortunately, the true masters of chess always sit behind the scenes.

"You work for the geese?" Wu Zhiyuan suddenly asked.

Li Ruoxue chuckled and said, "Smart! I not only serve the goose, but I've also joined the goose's nationality."

"Telling you won't hurt; America's plan is just the first layer we deliberately showed you."

"Your target is not just Prime Minister Long Yun," Wu Zhiyuan's mind raced, connecting all the clues, "to kill the pro-China Long Yun in the tunnel explosion, and the evidence at the scene will point to the Soviet Union's support for the United States."

China will not let this go unpunished and will inevitably engage in fierce confrontation with the United States in Country A.

At that time, the pro-China and pro-US factions will both suffer heavy losses, and the political situation in Country A will fall into complete chaos...

"Then," Li Ruoxue continued, a cold glint in her eyes, "the people we support will seize the opportunity to clean up the mess and ascend to the throne of power."

The goose will be the sole winner and the most reliable friend of the new government of Country A.

She looked at Wu Zhiyuan, her tone playful and teasing, like a cat catching a mouse: "Now you understand? This is killing three birds with one stone!"

Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the corridor.

Two bodyguards in black appeared at the door. They were two of Song Yaozu's many bodyguards, one named A-Qiang and the other A-Yong.

At that moment, they saw Li Ruoxue being held at gunpoint by Wu Zhiyuan, and their expressions changed drastically.

"Madam!" Ah Qiang exclaimed in surprise.

At almost the same time, Ah Yong next to him drew his gun and pointed it directly at Wu Zhiyuan.

Wu Zhiyuan felt a chill run down his spine.

The two bodyguards reacted very quickly, and their concern for Li Ruoxue was extraordinary.

It seems that Song Yaozu's bodyguards have already been bribed by her beauty and other means.

"Don't move! Put down the gun!" Wu Zhiyuan shouted, taking Li Ruoxue hostage and pressing the muzzle of the gun against her temple.

A-Qiang and A-Yong were hesitant to act rashly, but they did not lower their guns.

Ah Yong's eyes flashed with ferocity: "Let go of Madam! Or you won't be leaving this villa!"

"Madam?" Song Ya-wen sensed something was off about the relationship between the two bodyguards and Li Ruoxue. "Could it be that you and Aunt Li...?"

Li Ruoxue's lips curled into a cold smile as she whispered to Wu Zhiyuan, "See? Song Yaozu thought everyone around him was his man, but alas..."

Sometimes, a man only needs a little sweetness to forget who the real master is.

This statement undoubtedly acknowledges the special relationship between her and the two bodyguards.

"Back off! Kick the gun over here!" Wu Zhiyuan ignored her taunts and shouted at the two bodyguards.

He had to get the situation under control; time was of the essence.

A-Qiang and A-Yong exchanged a glance, seemingly hesitant.

Li Ruoxue was under their control, and they dared not make any rash moves.

Just then, Li Ruoxue suddenly raised her voice, her tone commanding: "Qiang, Yong, don't worry about me! We can't let him spread the news! Do it!"

The order caused a fierce glint to flash in the eyes of the two bodyguards, as if they had made up their minds.

Ah Qiang wanted to pull the trigger!

Wu Zhiyuan no longer hesitated; he had already anticipated the bodyguard's reaction the moment Li Ruoxue spoke.

He shoved Li Ruoxue forward abruptly, dodging to the side at the same time, and his gun fired almost simultaneously.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two gunshots rang out almost simultaneously.

The bullets struck Ah-Qiang and Ah-Yong precisely on the wrists where they were holding the guns.

The two men screamed as their pistols flew from their hands, hitting the wall and the floor.

Wu Zhiyuan swiftly stepped forward and struck A-Qiang hard on the side of his neck with the butt of his gun. A-Qiang groaned and collapsed to the ground.

Seeing this, Ah Yong endured the excruciating pain and tried to rush forward, but Wu Zhiyuan kicked him in the chest, causing him to stumble backward and hit the iron gate, knocking him unconscious.

"Sister Ya-wen, take the handcuffs out of the second drawer on the left side of your father's desk."

Wu Zhiyuan's eyes swept warily towards the doorway and the corridor.

He noticed that thing during the search.

Song Ya-wen forced herself to calm down and took out the handcuffs.

Li Ruoxue, though handcuffed, sneered, "Once the gunshot rings out, the others will be here soon."

The explosives in the tunnel were only part of the "gift".

Even if you manage to stop the explosion, the seeds of chaos have already been sown. Do you think we only want Long Yun's life?

She looked at Wu Zhiyuan, her eyes gleaming with the satisfaction of her calculated scheme: "What we want is for the Chinese National Security Agency and the US CIA to both suffer heavy losses here, for the pro-China Long Yun and the pro-American Sukha forces to completely break ties and perish together. We've already won this game!"

Wu Zhiyuan was startled and instantly understood the deeper meaning behind her words.

The goose not only wants to disrupt the political situation in Country A, but also wants to cause the two major powers and their proxies to clash fiercely and consume each other, so that it can reap the benefits.

Wu Zhiyuan ignored her and quickly searched her body for a cell phone and a small communicator.

He turned on his communicator, and a muffled, urgent male voice came through: "Snow Leopard, Snow Leopard, respond if you hear me. Preparations for the explosion of the cross-sea bridge are complete. Please confirm final orders!"