The confidentiality level of the southern suburbs military airport has been raised to the highest level.
This is a level that is only enabled on special occasions.
Three kilometers around the airport are military restricted areas, where a Class A special operations brigade of the Imperial City Garrison is stationed.
From 3 p.m., the Nanjiao Airport has been under martial law.
The martial law level is raised once an hour.
At six o'clock in the evening.
A thirty-meter-long dark green armored rail car slowly drove into the airport.
Very few people know that this underground high-speed track leads directly to the inland sea.
And in the three-kilometer tunnel, a total of five special alloy gates with a thickness of two meters, a height of 30 meters, and a length of 50 meters are installed.
The weight of one door alone reaches a terrifying 20,000 tons.
This Class A special operations brigade guards the most important passage from the outside world to the inland sea, and it is also the highest level barrier.
The entire airport seemed extremely quiet, but the air was full of chilling air.
Large numbers of special forces troops surrounded the airport.
As the railcar slowly stopped, hundreds of fully armed Inland Sea Guards filed out to form a passage.
Each one is five meters tall and as stable as an iron tower.
Their movements are uniform and uniform, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.
The surrounding special forces soldiers responsible for perimeter security all looked at him with envy.
"Is this the Dragon Controller? It's so grand."
"You know what the heck, the Dragon Controller is the Inner Sea Guard, but the Inner Sea Guard is not necessarily the Dragon Controller."
"How to divide it?"
"Clothes, remember, those who wear uniforms, no matter how high-end they are, are only Inland Sea Guards or War Guards. Only those guys in casual clothes who look inconspicuous are the real dragon masters."
"I will never even think about it in my life. If I can become an Inland Sea Guard, I will wake up with a smile even in my dreams."
"You? Forget it. Every year in the army selection, there are only five places for millions of people in each region. In the end, there are only ten people selected. These uncles are all the elite among the elite."
"Stop talking nonsense, what happened? Why don't we know anything?"
While sighing in low voices, everyone cast envious glances at the war guards on the rail car side.
The highest honor of being a soldier is probably being the Inland Sea Guard.
Soon, another group of people got off the rail car.
This group of strong men were all wearing suits and leather shoes, but they were holding a stick more than one meter long in their hands.
As they stood, with a flick of their hands, all the sticks turned into a big black umbrella.
The two large umbrellas overlapped, completely blocking out any possibility of peeping.
Immediately afterwards, the strong man in a suit holding an umbrella began to move.
They followed the passage formed by the inner sea guard and walked towards the two military transport planes parked on the runway.
The most shocking thing is that when the strong men holding umbrellas move, their steps are exactly the same, and they all follow the same frequency.
Tom, tom, tom, tom!
Dozens of people raised their legs and put their feet down at the same time.
Although the resonance sound is not loud, it is extremely shocking.
Amid thousands of shocked gazes around them, the two transport planes quickly soared into the sky and disappeared.
At the airport, everyone returned to the armored rail car at an extremely fast speed and returned the same way.
In just over ten minutes, it came and went like the wind, as if nothing had happened.
At the same time, another specially-made high-speed train carriage entered the connecting station of the Imperial High-speed Railway in the outer suburbs through a secret transfer, quietly joined a high-speed train from Imperial Capital to Magic Capital, and left quietly.
In the special carriage, Su Mu and Jiang Wang were lying comfortably on the luxurious seats, with expressions of enjoyment on their faces.
"Lao Jiang, old guys still enjoy it. This special train is much more comfortable than an airplane."
At this time, Jiang Wangshu finally regained his reputation as the number one son of the imperial capital. He just sat there, as if standing on the clouds, ignoring the earth, his eyes full of indifference:
"What did you call me? There is no dignity at all. Don't forget your identity. You are now my follower."
Su Mu chuckled:
"Okay, Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Wangshu ignored him and just looked at the speeding night scene outside the window.
Su Mu really wanted to punch this grandson directly.
He depressedly asked the beautiful waiter standing quietly at the end of the carriage to pour him a glass of wine.
When he steps on this train, it means one thing.
The battle for national destiny begins.
On the two transport planes, one was Hu Jianjun and Mr. Hu, and the other was a team led by Wang Changhe.
Why not take a plane there at the same time?
For ordinary people, the safest means of transportation in the world is airplanes.
But for aristocratic families whose status has truly reached a certain level, airplanes are actually the most dangerous thing.
Isn’t there too much in the news?
A certain rich man's family crashed in a private plane, leaving them with no successors.
Why does the Zhu family own a super large passenger plane as their own private plane?
Why do the whole family take separate flights when they are heading to the same place?
Just in case.
When the Zhu family travels, only one direct member of the family will fly on every plane.
Even if the plane crashes or is plotted against, the whole family will not be wiped out.
This is the correct way to use a private jet.
It's not just a small goal of spending tens of millions, owning a private jet is such an awesome thing.
A nouveau riche has only one thing to show off.
money.
But that's not the case for aristocratic families. What aristocratic families show off is their heritage and face.
This principle also applies to heads of state.
Every time the great chief of America takes off in a special plane, there must be two of them, one in front of the other. You have no idea which plane he is on.
Jiang Wangshu is very nervous now.
This time, he appeared as Mr. Hu's deputy.
It is impossible for Su Yunkai and Mr. Jiang to leave the imperial capital, and Mr. Hu's intervention has the effect of stabilizing the sea. In fact, Jiang Wangshu is the one specifically responsible for all affairs.
It's strange that he's not nervous.
In this kind of national war, if any accident happens in his hands, let alone anything else, he is destined to be infamy for thousands of years.
"How long does it take to arrive? Where are Lao Hu and Grandpa Hu?"
"Is it almost there? Why do I feel like time passes a little slowly?"
"Su Mu, what are you doing?"
Jiang Wangshu said a few words nervously. He originally thought Su Mu was listening, but when he looked back, he saw Su Mu lying on the large sofa, sleeping soundly.
Jiang Wangshu is so angry.
He kicked him directly.
"What are you doing?"
Su Mu opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows angrily:
"You keep showing off, I'm sleepy and want to sleep."
Jiang Wangshu suddenly lost his temper, pulled Su Mu up, and said with a smile:
"Brother-in-law, am I nervous? Come and talk to me."
Su Mu yawned:
"Who is whose follower?"
Jiang Wangshu chuckled and said:
"I am yours."
"Well, that's pretty much it. Go ahead and get a glass of wine."
The two waiters standing at the end of the carriage remained motionless, maintaining the most standard postures, but they both saw the shock in each other's eyes.
They don't know Su Mu's identity.
However, they know Jiang Wangshu's identity.
In the imperial capital, which young man dares to talk to Mr. Jiang like this?