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Text Chapter 510: Independence of Singapore (Part 1)

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    In various towns in the Free Port, information points of various forces from various countries, such as the "Old Town" restaurant, are mixed in with the increasing number of shops. This is no longer surprising news. At least in Mary's message to Luo Er, it was mentioned again and again.  However, since there were too many lice and it didn't matter, Luo Er just ordered the staff headquarters to strictly guard various important locations, while others turned a blind eye.

    The free port is nothing more than a kind of laxity that allows merchants and even hawkers from all over the country to move goods and funds as quickly as possible while abiding by local rules; you know, now on Basilan Island and Mindanao Island, there is not even a single family.  There is no light industry either, even an embroidery needle has to be imported from other places, let alone heavy industry.

    The local production in Freeport is nothing more than rice, fishery, plus timber, mining, and several hydropower stations that have existed for many years. In Luo Er¡¯s view, this is enough.

    "However, if there is a guy with evil intentions who dreams of getting some night grass and fat on the land of Free Port, then the prison directly under the jurisdiction of the prison five kilometers due north of the base camp is the best place for him to stay.

    The early morning sun was only slightly warm for a moment, and then a large amount of dazzling light, accompanied by hot moisture, filled the entire urban area of ??Isabella.

    Luo Er, Lao Cui, and the very restless Cuo Song stood on the roof of the base camp, looking at the sea in the distance. Next to him was a five-meter-high steel pillar as thick as a wrist, with a large flag spread out above it and flapping in the sea breeze.  Plop.

    In the air under the sun, a small bright spot was fluttering up and down not far away, and waves of low buzzing sounds made Lao Cui and Cuo Song beside Luo Er.  His nose sniffed uneasily and his eyes swayed; Xiao Jin, who had been depressed for several days, finally let Luo Er take it out for fun. How could he stay where he was?

    On a corner of the roof ten meters away, more than twenty long high- and low-frequency antennas trembled slightly in the sea breeze.

    As the saying goes, bustling for profit, this port city has restored its former prosperity.  Standing on the high-rise pier, looking around, there is a crowd of people. Ships of goods are sent into the contiguous warehouses with the efforts of ant-like indigenous coolies.  Or load them into trucks and send them to various places, where is the bleak scene at the beginning of the year.

    On the street outside the base camp at the foot, there are also a lively scene outside the increasing number of shops and restaurants. Here, a large-scale commodity distribution center has already taken shape.

    The only thing that made Luo Er helpless was.  Among the crowds rushing around below, there were still too few Chinese, including those family members of the army who had followed him here.  There are also those Chinese people who were forcibly brought aboard, who would rather settle down and live in their respective military fields than do the business of making money.

    On the right side, there is a large area of ??local residents¡¯ houses.  It has been purchased by the base camp at a high price and has been allocated to the officers as a rest area for security officers. Directly to the north of this residential area is the original prison, located on the hillside of the hill.

    The five-meter-high moss-covered stone wall of the prison is still in its original dilapidated appearance, and the guards guarding it are no more than a reinforced platoon.  It is not impossible for a careful person to escape from prison; however, around the prison is the edge of the lair of Big Hui and his men, waiting eagerly for meat to be delivered to their mouths every day.

    A small number of the strong indigenous rebels captured by the security teams from various places will be sent to the mines to be rehabilitated as miners, and the vast majority are sent here. Of course, two batches of twenty people per day can go directly from the special back corner gate of the base camp.  Military police escorted him to the underground prison.

    As raw materials for burning knives, Luo Er is happy to see a large number of indigenous rebels coming one after another. Not only can he train his troops, but the supply of medicines is also guaranteed.

    As for whether the local indigenous population will be wiped out in the future, he doesn't care at all. The population on that distant continent is huge, but now it is a minefield that cannot be touched at all. It is difficult to say in the future.

    "As for those foreigners who have committed crimes, as long as they are not targeting the security team and cannot pay a large deposit, they will mine and work for him at mining sites in various places, which can be regarded as not irritating the nerves of various countries.

    Including the Yankees, Luo Er saw very clearly that at least a dozen national intelligence agencies, large and small, had their eyes on him. He had no allies. They were all fucking wolves who would kill him if they got the chance.  It pounces on it crazily and can swallow itself even to the bone.

    Also, there are more intelligence, and it is not a good thing, at least I can't sleep at least.

    But holding force in hand and waiting for others to come looking for trouble is not Luo Er's strong point. I will not attack others until they attack me. This should be the boring words of the unlucky man. Fighting to find food is the motto of the security team; Jungle  The law of the weak and the strong has long been imprinted in Luo Er's bones.

    ¡°At the very least, the solid former city government building under my feet was violently robbed, and I couldn¡¯t buy it with money.

    "Report""Sir, call from Qingtian," a female soldier wearing a summer uniform appeared on the roof of the building and handed Luo Er a telegram. After he signed for it, he hurried down the stairs.

    Unfolding the message and scanning it ten lines at a time, Luo Er couldn't help but laugh, "Haha, the fire can't be contained in the paper. The secret is exposed. You are really stupid."

    The arms secretly sent by Qingtian were already noticed by the Americans in less than five days. Also, the security team changed their uniforms in large quantities, and the intelligent agents checked the cargo ships arriving at the Isabela port. It was not difficult to find out that  A Panamanian bulk carrier from Singapore.

    So, a U.S. military logistics officer arrived at the Singapore Logistics Corps and asked to check the military supplies reserves. He was immediately beaten up by a knife leader, causing a series of subsequent troubles.

    As the chief of the logistics regiment, Colonel Hagen not only did not apologize after receiving a protest call from the US military liaison officer, but instead refuted the old comrade on the other end of the phone in a rare and forceful manner, and roughly turned off the phone. After putting down the phone, he issued one order after another.  From the mouth of Chief of Staff Zhang Kezheng next to Colonel Hagen, he heard that the battalions of the logistics regiment were loose on the outside and tight on the inside. Qingtian looked at it with envy in his eyes.

    Therefore, according to the emergency plan, the logistics group, which took action in advance, placed martial law in the reserve area, sent troops to blockade the military camps where the three former rifle regiments were stationed, confiscated weapons, cut off telephones and telegrams, and urgently contacted the chief of political staff of the state government.  Muye Mountain.

    Of course, a cordon was carefully placed on the dock dedicated to the US military.  But the Americans were shocked, and even the White House in the Americas launched a strong protest against the Malaysian government.

    However, the U.S. government, which had earlier instigated the independence of Singapore, was temporarily confused about the situation and has not yet issued an alert order to the fleet stationed in Singapore.  But the change won't last too long.

    No, Qingtian just called, requesting the commander to give clear instructions on what to do next.

    "Orders? I'm eight feet away, what kind of orders are you giving? I don't even know the situation, and I can't help if there's a fight." Luo Er irritably held his cigar in his mouth, pacing back and forth on the rooftop.  After wasting this five hundred dollar cigar, I suddenly looked up.  "Old Cui, send a report to Qingtian,"

    "The base camp in Singapore does not know much about the situation. The specific actions are led by Mu Yeshan, and the intelligence station staff and other military and political personnel must fully cooperate," Luo Er's dictation was recorded.  After Lao Cui waited for the superior to sign and confirm, he took the folder and hurried to the confidential room.

    "Sir, are you going to start sending troops?" Cuosong asked in a low voice in stuttering English, watching Lao Cui's leaving figure eagerly, and Xiao Jin ignored the people running around in the sky for a while.

    "I said it wrong. You are a child. Don't you know how to learn Chinese? Look at what you speak in English. I am so disappointed." Luo Er shook his head in displeasure, looking regretfully at this person who stretched out his hand strangely.  The little guy said, "I don't blame you for not speaking a foreign language, but our official language is your first mother tongue. You must learn it well."

    "As a trainee corporal of the internal guard of the base camp, you should go find Captain Luo Ling when you have time and ask her to give you some tutoring. Don't forget to pay for the lecture." Under the astonished gaze of Wong, Luo Er made two careless remarks.  , recalled Xiao Jin, and Shi Shiran came down from the rooftop; it seems that Cuosong has not been appointed yet, and his allowance will not be paid until next month.

    The reason why he authorized Mu Yeshan was that he wanted to see if these intelligence stations had the ability to handle a small coup without him coming forward, and whether the spilled burning knives could do what they should.  role.

    Of course, if the Malaysian government wants to cause trouble, the special forces on standby in the base camp are not vegetarians. After many days of arduous training, they have long been waiting for generous battlefield subsidies.

    In a five-story building of the Singapore State Government, Chief of Staff Mok Yeshan is sitting in his office, looking at the documents in his hands calmly, but his eyes occasionally drift to the black telephone on the desk. Two hours have passed.  It's been an hour, but the phone still hasn't made any sound.

    Outside the office, Hei Lang was wearing a crisp shirt and trousers and shiny leather shoes. He stood motionless for two hours on the smooth marble floor. There were only two special operations soldiers dressed as attendants around him, but outside the government building, a  A platoon of armed officers and soldiers, led by five special forces members, are hiding around the compound and can block access here at any time.

    "Ding ding, ding, ding," the black telephone suddenly rang cheerfully in the dull office. The harsh ringing not only startled Mu Yeshan, but even the black wolf outside the door was shocked, and his eyes instantly  A bit sharper.

    Whether to advance or retreat depends on this phone call.

    "Hey, it's me, okay, I got it," he put down the phone gently. Mu Yeshan slowly leaned back on the soft chair, looking around the office with his eyes.A faint smile, if this time is successful, then this office may become history.

    And my position is in the minister's office at the end of the corridor. The position of the fat state government minister and the minister of foreign affairs is still very suitable.  Although he used to be quite resentful of that guy, now that he is one of his own, it is not a big deal to be more open-minded.

    Mu Yeshan, who had received the authorization from Qingtian, pondered for a moment, then picked up the phone and said, "Minister Aishan, prepare to hold a meeting." As the first officer of the intelligence station, he began to perform his duties.

    After silently smoking a cigarette and touching the potion in his pocket, Mu Yeshan stood up, straightened his tie, went out, took his three followers, and walked steadily towards the conference room.

    In the state government conference room on the third floor, there is a dark red carpet, large floor-to-ceiling windows, and the light is very bright in the morning; there is a long arc-shaped desk, with chief and deputy officials from various departments already sitting on both sides.  , while everyone was enjoying the air-conditioning, they were also secretly trying to figure out the content of this meeting.

    As a place with a big hand, although the situation in the logistics group has not been reported, the faces of several government officials who were close to Lao Mei were not good-looking, but they did not dare to spit out easily at the moment.

    The first person sitting on the desk is Governor Aisan. This fat man represents the rule of the Malay government. He is sitting on a mahogany chair, chewing the betel nut in his mouth uneasily. Here, he is the only one who can do whatever he wants.  Chewing betel nuts, his dark teeth flashed from time to time.

    With the sound of gentle footsteps, the two attendants in white shirts at the door bowed slightly, but before they could straighten up, they were roughly pushed away by the black wolf, and their position was occupied by two soldiers.

    Mu Yeshan walked into the conference room with a smile. Behind him, the black wolf full of evil intentions immediately closed the door and stood up, firmly blocking the way out.

    Mu Yeshan's position was on the right side of Aishan. As he walked towards his familiar seat, he raised his eyes and glanced over. His hesitant and anxious mood gradually relaxed and stabilized; the chief and deputy heads of the four major departments of finance, legal affairs, security, and telecommunications were all present.  There are also officials from municipal and other side departments, and the center of the Singapore state government is already in control.

    Naturally, Major General Fabenjie, the commander of the infantry division as a symbol of the government's armed forces, had already sat on the left side of Minister Ai Shan. Looking at Mu Yeshan's inconspicuous eyes, a flash of dark red completely made the staff stunned.  He breathed a sigh of relief.

    The first knife that Qingtian brought back was used by Major General Farbenjie. This guy who used to suffer from asthma had become a habit of blackmailing. Even Colonel Hagen had to be instigated to drink a few bottles of red wine from time to time. He wished he could  Get picked up early.

    When the burnt knife, which is well-known in the upper class of various countries, appeared in front of Major General Fabenger, this World War II officer who cherished his life fiercely snatched it away. After drinking it, he howled on the ground for a full half an hour, and then he was covered in stinky sweat.  He swore allegiance to his superiors and said goodbye to the pain of being away from fireworks.

    In view of the high price and scarcity of the potion for burning knives, not all the heads of departments in the conference room enjoyed such upper-class aristocratic treatment. Only Muyeshan, who was directly in charge of legal affairs and the deputy director of telecommunications, was directly related to him. As a human being, he was treated by the potion.  He recovered from his chronic illness and became a staff member of the intelligence station.

    As for the official positions occupied by Malays, Mu Yeshan did not even bother to waste the small pharmaceutical quota in his hand. Hei Lang came in today to deal with these thorns.

    The arrival of Mu Yeshan made the noise in the already buzzing conference room even more obvious. The chief officials of these departments were repulsive to the fact that a Chinese descendant could hold the position of chief of staff for political affairs.  Knowing how many tricks he had to use, if it weren't for the support of his family and the red envelopes hidden in the dark every year, he would have been kicked out of the government building long ago.

    Looking at the heads of these department heads with dark faces and twinkling eyes, Mu Yeshan used to feel depressed. As for those Chinese deputy chiefs, they were usually just empty-handed messengers with no power at all.

    But today, humming, the chief of staff sneered in his heart, sat down on the sturdy wooden chair, and put the tea cup in front of him. Life or death depends on the outcome of this meeting.
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