The confidentiality level of the military airport in the southern suburbs has been raised to the highest level.
This is a level that will only be enabled when special.
The three kilometers around the airport are military restricted areas, and a Class A special combat brigade stationed by the Imperial Capital Garrison.
Martial law began at the Nanjiao Airport from 3:00 pm.
Martial law level is increased once an hour.
It's right at 6 o'clock in the evening.
A dark green armored track car with a length of 30 meters slowly drove into the airport.
Few people know that this underground high-speed rail leads directly to the inland sea.
In addition, in the three-kilometer tunnel, five special alloy gates with a thickness of two meters, a height of 30 meters and a length of 50 meters were set up.
The weight of a door alone reaches a terrifying 20,000 tons.
This Class A special combat brigade protects the most important passage from the outside world to the inland sea and the highest level barrier.
The entire airport seemed particularly quiet, but the air was full of solemn and murderous aura.
A large number of special combat soldiers surrounded the airport.
As the railcars slowly stopped, hundreds of fully armed inland sea guards came out one after another to form a passage.
Each is five meters, as stable as an iron tower.
Their movements are neat and uniform, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.
The special forces soldiers around who were responsible for the periphery were full of envy in their eyes.
"Is this the Dragon Controller? The show is so big."
"You know, the dragon master is the Inner Sea Guard, but the Inner Sea Guard is not necessarily the Dragon Master."
"How to divide it?"
"Clothes, remember, no matter how high-end those who wear uniforms are, they are just guards of the Inland Sea or war guards. Only those guys who look in casual clothes and look inconspicuous are the real dragon masters."
"I will never think about it in my life. If I can become an Inner Guard, I will wake up in my dreams."
"You? Forget it. Every year, the entire army is selected, and there are only five places for millions of people in each region. In the end, there are only ten selected. These old men are all elite among the elite."
"Stop talking nonsense, what happened? Why don't we know anything?"
In a low voice, everyone cast envious eyes at the guards on the railcar side.
The highest honor of being a soldier is probably the Inland Sea Guard.
Soon, another group of people came off the railcar.
These strong men were all in suits and ties, but they were holding sticks more than one meter long in their hands.
With their standing, with a whisper on their hands, the sticks turned into a big black umbrella.
The two large umbrellas overlap, completely separating all the possibilities of being able to peek.
Immediately afterwards, the strong man in a suit holding an umbrella began to move.
They walked along the passage made of the Inner Coast Guards toward two military transport planes parked on the runway.
What is most shocking is that when the strong men holding umbrellas move, their pace is exactly the same, and they all step on the same frequency.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
Dozens of people lift their legs and settle down at the same time.
Although the resonance sound is not loud, it is extremely shocking.
Amid the thousands of shocking gazes around, two transport planes quickly soared into the sky and disappeared.
At the airport, everyone returned to the armored track 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 rail carriage entered the shuttle station of the Imperial Capital High-speed Railway in the remote suburbs through a secret transfer, quietly joined a high-speed train from the Imperial Capital to the Demon Capital, and quietly left.
In the special carriage, Su Mu and Jiang Wangshu were lying comfortably on the luxurious seats, looking at enjoying themselves.
"Lao Jiang, old guys will enjoy it. This special train is much more comfortable than a plane."
At this time, Jiang Wangshu finally restored the signboard that his first son of the imperial capital should have. He just sat there, as if standing in the clouds, ignoring the earth, his eyes were full of indifference:
"What did you call me? I don't have any magnanimity. Don't forget your identity. You are my follower now."
Su Mu smiled:
"Okay, Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Wangshu ignored him and just looked at the night view flying outside the window.
Su Mu really wanted to punch this grandson directly.
He depressedly greeted the beautiful waitress who was standing quietly at the end of the car and poured him a glass of wine.
When he boarded this train, it meant one thing.
The battle of 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 over at the same time?
For ordinary people, the safest means of transportation in the world is an airplane.
But for a family whose identity has truly reached a certain level, airplanes are the most dangerous.
Is there still less news?
A wealthy family crashed on a private plane, and the whole family was killed, and no one followed suit.
Why does the Zhu family own a super large passenger plane as their own special plane?
Why did the family clearly set out to the same place and take a plane separately?
For the sake of it, just in case.
When the Zhu family traveled, each plane took only one direct member of the family.
Even if the plane crashes or is plotted against by someone, the whole family will not die.
This is the correct way to use a private jet.
It’s not like spending tens of millions of dollars a small target. How awesome it is to own a private jet.
Novice, there is only one thing to show off.
money.
But aristocratic families are not, what aristocratic families show off their background and face.
This principle also applies to the head of state.
The chief of Amelica must have two planes every time they take off, one on the front and one on the front. You don’t know which plane he is on.
Jiang Wangshu is very nervous now.
This time, he appeared as Mr. Hu's deputy.
It is impossible for Mr. Su Yunkai and Mr. Jiang to leave the imperial capital, but Mr. Hu comes forward and acts as the decisive needle. In fact, Jiang Wangshu is the person who is specifically responsible for all matters.
It would be strange if he wasn't nervous.
If any accident occurs in his hands, he will not talk about anything else. It will be destined for thousands of years.
"How long will it take? Where have Lao Hu and Grandpa Hu and others been?"
"Is it almost here? Why do I feel that time passes a little slow?"
"Su Mu, what are you doing?"
Jiang Wangshu said a few words nervously. He originally thought Su Mu was listening. When he looked back, he saw Su Mu lying on the wide 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 in anger:
"You keep pretending, I'm sleepy and going to bed."
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 laughed:
"I'm yours."
"Well, this is almost the same. Go and pour a glass of wine."
The two waiters standing at one end of the carriage remained motionless, maintaining the most standard posture, but they both saw the shock in each other's eyes.
They didn't know Su Mu's identity.
However, they knew Jiang Wangshu's identity.
In the imperial capital, who else dares to talk to Mr. Jiang like this?