Chapter 1071: Rain, gunshots, human walls

Yang Naiwu left with excitement, doubts, excitement and anxiety. Next, he had many tasks to complete, but Tan Zhenhua, Zhan Nuozhu and Lin Shuangxi had to stay in this safe house and pass bored. In time, they had to wait until dark to go out, and then found the old overseas Chinese who had sent garbage, sat in the garbage can again, and was sent back to the embassy.
Fortunately, Young Master Tan Er was even prepared for this. He drew out a poker card from his pocket like a trick, and joined the table with Zhan Nuozhu and Lin Shuangxi and started fighting enthusiastically. The landlord...
But somehow, his hand style is extremely bad today. He wanted to cheat secretly but was caught several times by Zhan and Lin, who were quick-eyed and knew his gambling products. So his face quickly It's covered with notes.
To tell the truth, there is neither a smart phone nor a WeChat in these days. Otherwise, his shape is absolutely a hot spot in the circle of friends today.
In the days to come, whenever he thinks of this humiliating experience, Tan Zhenhua feels that the past cannot bear to look back...
I am afraid that the only thing to be thankful for is that they managed to avoid the eyeliner outside the door this time when they entered and exited, and did not attract the attention of irrelevant people.
The next thing progressed step by step. Tan Zhenhua stayed behind closed doors in the embassy, ​​while his three bodyguards went out to hang out on the streets every day, as if the person they were looking for still hadn't been able to get in touch. The only minor accident It was CIA agent Mike Bowers who showed his hand. He actually bypassed the switchboard and hacked into the embassy's phone system and contacted him. While showing off, he said that his preparations were in place and he was ready to act. .
This incident made the entire embassy very nervous for a while. After a careful investigation, it was finally discovered that the problem turned out to be on the telephone switchboard inside the embassy—it was extremely depressing to say that it was in 1986. The Huaxia Embassy in Myanmar actually used an old crossbar switch.
Such an antique thing, let alone a professionally trained CIA agent, even Tan Zhenhua can easily find 4 or 5 ways to get in.
However, Tan Zhenhua didn’t have time to worry about this for the time being. What he cared about was the progress of the preparations outside. When Lin Shuangxi, who was out again, had another note in his pocket that said the date of the appointment, he knew. Time is up.
So he once again sat in the trash can.
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In early June, Yangon gradually entered the rainy season. Just like in previous years, the sky is always gloomy. The rain splashes down, sometimes urgent, sometimes slow, but always non-stop, Boshengtang River and Yangon The water level of the river has been rising, and it is close to the warning line. At the same time as the rainy season, there is also the annual typhoon season. The airflow from the Indian Ocean crosses the Andaman Bay with the power of heaven and earth. The sky raged arbitrarily, bringing more disasters to this chaotic city.
However, none of this has been able to extinguish the anger of the people in Yangon. They put on raincoats and opened umbrellas, but they still gathered on the street persistently. No, now they are not just gathering on the street, they have surrounded the police station. , Surrounded several military camps in Yangon City, and even organized spontaneously on June 11th to surround the headquarters of the Southern Military Region!
Wu Shenglun has not closed his eyes properly for two consecutive days. His eye circles are black and his eyes are bloodshot, his expression is full of anxiety and exhaustion, and several ulcers have developed on the corners of his mouth. These are all because he lacks rest and has bloodshot eyes. Even he himself knows the typical symptoms of internal fire attacking the heart. If he can't relax and rest, he is likely to collapse at any time!
But how can he sleep?
Just outside his headquarters, there are more than 50,000 people standing. They have been standing for two full days. They are unarmed, they don't say a word, they just stand so quietly, silent, without movement, without expression, It was as if they were not flesh and blood, except for the flames in their eyes, they looked like a thick wall made of granite.
A wall blocked him in the headquarters.
They have been standing like this for two days. Wu Shenglun specifically asked people to observe that they are also rotating, but no matter who rotates, they will immediately become like this as long as they stand outside the headquarters.
This made Wu Shenglun's heart flutter, no matter who it is, being stared at by 50,000 pairs of eyes full of hatred, I am afraid it will not feel good, right?
He also tried to get the soldiers to drive away these people, but as a result, more and more people gathered; there were also radical subordinates who suggested that he should shoot and kill a few more, and the people outside might It broke up in a rush, but when he really wanted to give this order, he said to his lips, but swallowed it back.
Wu Shenglun may lack political wisdom, but after all he has led soldiers for many years and is in a high position. He is not stupid!
If it is said that someone would execute the shot he ordered before, now that he doesn't even believe it, there will be several people who can obey such an order.
Most of the soldiers in the barracks are from Yangon. Among those standing outside, there are probably their parents, brothers, wives and children...
Does he dare to give such an order?
After such an order is given, will he be shot in the back?
He himself can betray the old President Wu Naiwen for his rights. Will his soldiers betray him for the same or other reasons?
And the more than a thousand souls who have grown up in Yangon City, will they entangle him in the future?
Thinking of this, Wu Shenglun felt that his back was getting cold.
At this time, he finally regretted a bit. Why did he get involved in the fight for the presidential position? Isn't it good to be your own prince? There are people, guns and guns, including the old president, they are all polite when they meet, and no matter who sits in that position in the future, they will be polite when they meet themselves, and there is no need to do anything. Burmese Yu’s future is worried, and he doesn’t have to worry about the economy that he doesn’t understand at all... So why did he have to be this "interim president" when his mind was hot in the first place?
It must be a ghost who has lost his mind?
It turned out to be better now. He shut Su Maung, Wu Qin Niu, and Wu Essowin at home, but what about himself? But was imprisoned by a group of ordinary people in the headquarters, is there any difference?
What it's like to be a polished "provisional president" that no one is willing to obey!
Wu Shenglun paced irritably inside the house, and the rain outside got heavier, knocking on the roof tiles and windows, making a "cracking" sound, just like gunshots coming from a distance...