Volume 1: Java Sea Chapter 1: The Shadow Emperor (Part 1)

  In the south of the Socialist Republic of Vietnam, near 12 degrees north latitude, a quiet bay facing the South China Sea and backed by the Central Highlands, with an area of over 100 square kilometers surrounded by mountains on three sides. It has a moving name - Ha Long Bay.

  Li Gang had been transferred to Jinlan Bay from Shanghai for a long time, and the life in the overseas base was full of novelty and excitement. But for Li Gang, this place was just a painful reminder of his emotional failure and self-exile. The all-night monitoring made his eyes sore, and he rubbed his nose bridge. He grabbed the coat on the chair and greeted the soldiers who came to take over the shift before quickly walking out of the semi-underground air surveillance center located in Chongkong Mountain.

  Qingchen de Jinlan Wan, fengjing ruhua, qingxin de hai feng shuangshuang chui lai, ling Li Gang buyu de jingshen yi zhen. Yu shi jue ding jia kuai jiao bu gan shang yi liang junfang kai she de xiao ba, gan qu haijun jidi he zuo zaocan. Kongzhong chuanlai shuangshuang shu de hongming sheng, na shi haihang de J-8D zheng jinhang zhe lixing de "chenlian".

  Dizzy and confused, Li Gang rushed to the naval cafeteria, smelling the tempting aroma of rice. He didn't even bother to line up, directly cutting in front of the window, relying on his three-star shoulder badge to push aside a whole row of sailors' shirts, and carelessly said to the chef: "Give me a thick-skinned egg drop soup with lean meat."

  "Captain Li Gang, don't you know the rules of first come, first served?" Along with this familiar voice, the figure of Political Commissar Xue Ming, a senior colonel in the People's Liberation Army Air Force base at Jinlan Bay, appeared behind Captain Li. Xue Ming was accustomed to lining up with the soldiers to wait for meals, although it would waste some time, but he liked the feeling of being together with the soldiers. As for his relationship with Captain Li, this "thorn in the side", it was indeed a bit complicated, but one thing was certain, that in Jinlan Bay, Captain Li respected only this political commissar who was over fifty years old.

  It wasn't easy accompanying Commander Xue Ming to finish breakfast, Li Gang originally wanted to go back and rest early, but was forced to have breakfast with the political commissar. In the center of the cafeteria, four huge color TVs were broadcasting the morning news program from CCTV-1.

  xiaoshuo520. xiaoshuo52520? But Li Gang's eyeballs were attracted by a female lieutenant colonel wearing an ocean camouflage combat uniform, and like other female soldiers serving in overseas bases, this girl (Li Gang's subjective determination) only had short hair that reached her ears, but she looked even more pure and lovely. The camouflage uniforms that female soldiers usually wear with some stains were spotless on her body.

  "Is that 'Marine Corps Flower' Luo Ping?" Li Gang asked, patting General Xue Ming who was intently watching the TV screen, pointing at the female colonel.

  "What are you thinking about?! Luo Ping's Marine Corps is stationed in Guangdong Beihai, isn't it? That's the female instructor of our base's Marine Corps - Colonel Leng Ziyin. To be honest, she's not worse than Luo Ping, but 'hidden in a deep boudoir, unknown to people'."

  Xue Ming's answer obviously sparked Li Gang's interest, and his drowsiness suddenly disappeared. "What is she, the daughter of some military elder?" he continued to ask.

  "That's not it, she has a fiancé from childhood - Lieutenant General Ren Lingyu." Colonel Xue Ming smiled slightly and replied.

  "Lightning Fire" in the Vietnam War, "Young Marshal" of the 13th Army Group, now Deputy Chief of Staff of the General Staff Department's Operations Department, Ren Lingyu?! Li Gang suddenly felt a sense of relief that he hadn't gone up to chat her up directly. So you think she has such a special background, wherever she goes, it's still a hot potato, who dares to assign her to a combat unit and take unnecessary risks? So although she is an outstanding graduate of the Special Forces School, here she is just an instructor. However, it is said that in the past, there was a military region that was even more excessive, directly transferring her to a production base in the rear.

  Li Gang was listening to others' gossip, feeling self-satisfied, but unexpectedly saw Leng Ziyin staring at him, and quickly lowered his head to drink porridge. Leng Ziyin gave him a white eye, and walked away with a long stride, but in that instant Li Gang clearly read the helplessness behind her stubborn back.

  Chinese Foreign Ministry spokesperson is facing numerous camera flashes on the TV screen announcing "The Chinese government expresses concern over the political turmoil and social unrest that has erupted in Indonesia, but the 27 oil platforms built and owned by China National Petroleum Corporation within Indonesian territorial waters will continue to operate normally. The Chinese government also has no intention of suspending multiple economic assistance programs with Indonesia."

  In the office of the Commander-in-Chief of the Indonesian Armed Forces in Jakarta, the capital of Indonesia, Daburaky was leisurely wiping his German-made USP military pistol. Outside the window, the direction of Chinatown and the Chinese settlement area occasionally heard dense gunfire, but for Daburaky, all this did not have any bad effects.

  He has little experience in the Indonesian military, so he can quickly climb to the position of leader of the entire army in this military coup, relying solely on the gun in his hand - it killed the original leader of the coup in the army and the only two rapid reaction forces under his control. Special landing assault troops and anti-terrorism troops. Once the situation stabilizes, his value will be lost, and any powerful faction in the Indonesian military can overthrow him. But now he doesn't have to worry, the Chinese people he hates most gave him an opportunity to warm up the throne under his buttocks, 48 hours have passed, and the army that wants to get rid of him and act alone has not been able to do anything about those armed Chinese people, it seems that the days when they can dominate the Chinese community with just a parang are really over.

  Let those useless generals come and find me, they lack the experience to deal with such an opponent. Even Russia, a former military power, was defeated in Chechnya, let alone Indonesia's army. As long as the army bows its head, the air force and navy will not be able to hold out for much longer. And Lin Guangzhao, who escaped with his life, I will definitely find you again.

  Thinking of all this, Daburakai raised the shining pistol and made a shooting motion. Almost simultaneously, the long-awaited knocking sound rang out. "Please come in." His voice became incredibly confident. Daburakai knew that his luck was knocking on the door.

  xiaoshuo520.?xiaoshuo52520?No one would have believed that the Chinese people could hold out for so long, against the onslaught of tanks, armored vehicles, infantry - Indonesia's elite paratroopers. Without any real combat experience, the Chinese armed group had indeed held on for 4 hours. And through various channels, their strength was growing. A company of Indonesian militiamen sold out their entire set of equipment in front of suitcases filled with gold bars. Kangkang put on a half-used AK-47 used by the Indonesian militia, wore an old-fashioned military uniform with a row of bullet pouches on his chest, and tied a red cloth strip around his head, looking like a "CS" game-style bandit. However, Li Shuyuan couldn't smile no matter what. The wounded in the Chinese armed group were getting worse due to lack of necessary medicine. Moreover, the government army had cut off the water and electricity supply to the Chinese community, and he didn't know how much longer they could hold on. Suddenly, Li Shuyuan heard a distant rumble in the sky, was it going to rain? If there was a rain, then they should be able to hold on for a few more days. He licked his dry lips and walked out of the house.

  "Get down!" Kangkang yelled, pinning him to the ground. In that instant, Li Xun felt a shock like the sky was falling apart. "Air raid." The two terrifying words flashed in his mind. Under the banner of anti-terrorism and national unity, with the support of the army, Dabra took command of all air combat units under the Western Theater Command from the reluctant Air Force, and the first wave of air raids began. 4 outdated US-made A-4 "Skyhawk" attack aircraft used 228kg conventional bombs to launch an "aerial strike" on the Chinese community.

  In the sweltering summer night of Beijing, the capital city was bustling with activity. After a day's work, people gathered at the night market outside Dongzhimen to enjoy a few bottles of beer and a plate of spicy crayfish while watching the latest news on Hong Kong Phoenix TV about the riots in Indonesia.

  "Damn it, send an aircraft carrier over there to teach those bastards a lesson!" A burly Shandong man at the next table suddenly cursed out loud, prompting a chorus of curses from various tables. The small restaurant was filled with the sound of swearing.

  "Will China really go to war with Indonesia?" Li Xin, a Taiwanese woman with captivating eyes, asked anxiously as she gazed at Hong Hao, who remained calm.

  "It's unlikely in the past, but now... Hehe!" Hong Hao smiled mysteriously and grasped Li Xin's warm hand. "Let's not talk about state affairs."

  Hong Hao was an MBA graduate from Southwest University of Finance and Economics, known as China's "University of Chicago". He worked at a major financial investment company in Beijing and was aware that the Chinese petrochemical industry stocks were about to plummet due to the sudden outbreak of riots. The reason was obvious: China's rapid economic growth was accompanied by an equally astonishing consumption of resources, with oil being the most critical.

  Although China's domestic oil production was not low, it was still a drop in the bucket compared to the massive demand. With the constraints of development and cost, China's overseas oil exploration platforms had become the lifeline for maintaining its economic prosperity. If intervening in the Vietnam War was largely driven by regional security and political considerations, then protecting its oil exploration rights in Indonesian waters would also be a top priority for China.

  As Hong Hao gazed out at the crowded parking lot filled with private cars, he took out his phone and dialed his trading assistant's number: "Sell all of them! 50,000 shares of Chinese petrochemical stocks. Short sell oil futures as much as possible. Also keep an eye on stocks like China North Industries Group and companies that produce high-precision chips."

  Oil was too important for China today. If the price of oil rose by 20% tomorrow, Hong Hao believed he wouldn't need to worry about making a fortune anymore.

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  The Javanese sea wind was strong and the waves were rough in the evening, but for a group of smugglers who were used to living on the edge, controlling the speedboat nicknamed "Big Fly" was almost second nature. Poor Lin Guangzhao, who had just been appointed President of Indonesia, was vomiting uncontrollably on the boat. However, at dawn, he and the 7 Chinese killers who had slaughtered Indonesian special forces in Jakarta arrived at Bawang Island, northwest of Java. Two old "Mitsubishi" off-road vehicles were already waiting for them at their landing point, and they loaded up and set off. Lin Guangzhao's first stop was a shabby barber shop on the outskirts of Penang City. An old man chewing betel nut gave him a makeover, and Lin Guangzhao felt like he had become a piece of canvas for someone to paint on. But 20 minutes later, when he looked in the mirror again, he couldn't recognize himself anymore - his shiny bald head, thick eyebrows that looked like seaweed, and a fat face that squeezed his eyes into thin lines. When he opened his mouth, he revealed black teeth that even scared himself. "Welcome to Thailand," said Tiger, a sniper who handed him an old Thai passport with his name changed to Kao - a Thai drug dealer who had come to Indonesia to launder money.

  Novel 520. Novel 52520. As they walked out of the barber shop, a white Mercedes-Benz was already parked at the entrance. After getting in the car, they rushed straight to the airport, and when passing through customs, the customs officers kept nodding at him. After passing through security, Lin Guangzhao saw Tiger hand over a stack of green US dollars to one of the customs officers. On the tarmac, a small private business jet had already started its engine, waiting anxiously.

  xiaoshuo520.?xiaoshuo52520?Air raids are not a fundamental solution to the armed forces of Chinese people, but Dabraque knew he had to bring in the air force. Jakarta International Airport has been taken over by the Indonesian Air Force, and foreign expatriates who want to leave Indonesia must first feed these vampires before they can leave this place of right and wrong, because almost no investment in Indonesia is being exhausted by South American guerrillas and Iran, and the United States, which is also exhausted, does not deploy air force and marines to pick up compatriots as it used to. Japan seems unwilling to wade into this muddy water before the situation becomes clear, so on the airport that was once in order, Americans and Japanese can be seen everywhere holding passports and US dollars waiting in line, while Indonesian Air Force soldiers with automatic rifles guard the security checkpoint, collecting money from each person one by one. A group of Americans handed over a few US dollars and got a smile from their opponent, while a short Japanese man handed over a thick stack of US dollars but was pushed out of the queue by several Indonesian soldiers, and when he tried to reason with them, he was beaten up with fists and rifle butts. Looking at the sparse airport where old military planes are parked, Dabraque knew that his sky was not safe. The total strength of the Indonesian Air Force is 25,000 people, which is not small in number but terrifyingly low in quality, with 4 fighter/ground attack squadrons and one counter-insurgency squadron equipped with a total of 70 combat aircraft, the most advanced of which are F-5 "Tiger" fighter jets developed in the 1960s, which are more than enough to suppress those Chinese armed forces, but almost impossible to defend their own airspace. Several countries in ASEAN have already waved their fists at weak Indonesia, and Australia has even taken East Timor directly from Indonesia.

  At this moment, what Daburaki worries about most is still China. Since the end of the Vietnam War, China's influence has extended to the farthest reaches of the South China Sea. The ASEAN countries appear to be united on the surface but are actually implementing a policy of "appeasement" in their hearts. Although the Chinese government has not yet publicly expressed its dissatisfaction, nationalist sentiment will eventually push itself to the opposite side of this Eastern giant. As early as the Megawati administration, China's state-owned oil company had obtained the right to extract oil from the Natuna Islands through commercial operations, and subsequently, China gradually gained the right to extract oil from the entire Indonesian territorial waters. Although this massive investment brought sufficient financial support to successive Indonesian governments, Daburaki, as a military man, has always maintained a strong aversion to it. However, he currently lacks the power to change the status quo. Building a self-defense air force and navy requires not only money but also time, so Daburaki chose another path. At this moment, a brand-new C-47 transport plane with all markings erased thundered onto the airport runway. "Not bad!" Seeing the fully armed special forces quickly rushing out of the plane, disarming the stunned Indonesian air force personnel, Daburaki smiled and said.

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  In the Kingdom of Thailand, located in the central part of the Indochinese Peninsula, with a total area of over 510,000 square kilometers. Lin Guangzhao is not unfamiliar with this country. Seven years ago, he was "exiled" by his family after becoming addicted to drugs and came here with a small amount of living expenses, starting an extraordinary new journey in his life.

  The silver-white "Beechcraft" 400A business private jet circled over the beautiful Gulf of Thailand, and the familiar scene before him made Lin Guangzhao's eyes moist. He is not a weak person, but after experiencing such great ups and downs in life, perhaps no one can remain calm.

  The plane slowly landed on the runway of Don Mueang Airport in Bangkok, the capital of Thailand. A dark-skinned Chinese man with a rugged face walked towards him, and despite being only around 30 years old, he had an air of maturity and sternness that left a deep impression on Lin Guangzhao.

  "Mr. Lin, hello. I'm lucky to share your surname, my name is Lin Guihang. Mr. Jiang is waiting for you." The man was very polite, with a natural warmth in his voice that carried a Yunnan accent. Under his leadership, Lin Guangzhao and his entourage left Don Mueang Airport without any obstacles.

  Outside the airport gate, a row of black Toyota cars with walkie-talkies on the side were lined up to welcome Lin Guangzhao's arrival, their presence no less impressive than his private bodyguards during his presidential campaign in Indonesia. "Everyone performed well in Indonesia, and Mr. Jiang is very satisfied. Now you can all take a break, but stay in touch! Chen Gang, come with me to see Mr. Jiang." After sending Lin Guangzhao into the car, Lin Guihang said to the seven people who had escorted him from the airport, while Chen Gang, who was left behind, did not stand out among the group of seven.

  The convoy drove through the streets of Thailand, with familiar streets and floating markets bringing back memories. But at this moment, Lin Guangzhao had no heart to reminisce, his mind was preoccupied with the safety of his loved ones who were still in Indonesia. "Mrs. Zun and most of the Indonesian Chinese businessmen are now safe. Mr. Lin doesn't have to worry too much." Lin Guihang said reassuringly, as if he had seen through Lin Guangzhao's concerns.

  The car sped through the congested streets of Bangkok without encountering a single traffic jam and soon left the city for its destination, Ayutthaya. Located 64 kilometers north of Bangkok, Ayutthaya is the ancient capital of Thailand but was destroyed by Western colonizers in the 18th century and is now the center of Thailand's rice production area. The private mansion of Chiang Tianyuan, known as the "Shadow Emperor of Southeast Asia", is located on the west side of this ancient city. The large private estate is surrounded by endless rice fields, seemingly no different from ordinary private farms, but once approaching its core area, well-equipped private armed personnel can be seen everywhere. The seemingly smooth roads often lead to traps, and the convoy drove around the rice fields for a while before arriving at the front door of Chiang Tianyuan's private mansion, which is like an "uninvited" palace.

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  Jiang Tiannian was only 52 years old this year, and he had always been a devout Buddhist who avoided worldly desires. He looked spirited and showed no signs of aging like many wealthy people do after middle age.

  Seven years ago, Jiang Tiannian met Lin Guangzhao by chance when Lin was at his lowest point. His initial intention to help Lin was because they were both Chinese, but gradually he saw hope for the Indonesian Chinese through Lin. So, he sponsored Lin's return to Indonesia to establish a regime that protected the interests of the Chinese.

  "Am I being too hasty?" Jiang Tiannian suddenly asked after finishing his morning incense ceremony.

  "It's better to suffer a short pain than a long one," Jin Jiao replied hesitantly.

  Jin Jiao, Lin Guihang, and Chen Gang were Jiang Tiannian's three top lieutenants. In the Southeast Asian Chinese community, they were known as the "Three Heroes." Each of them had their own strengths, but Jin Jiao stood out for his exceptional management skills and negotiation abilities. He was always in charge of handling internal affairs and managing Jiang Tiannian's various businesses.

  "The dividend from Haishan arrived yesterday, but their leader, Dafeng, said that Shan Ying has been intentionally lowering the price of amphetamines for several months. He wants Mr. Jiang to intervene," Jin Jiao reported.

  Haishan and Shanying were two of the most powerful Chinese underground societies in Thailand. The former was composed mainly of Chinese fishermen and dockworkers, while the latter was made up of Chinese miners.

  "What else did he say?" Jiang Tiannian asked when Jin Jiao hesitated to continue.

  "He said that if Mr. Jiang doesn't come out to mediate, he'll take matters into his own hands," Jin Jiao replied quietly.

  Jiang Tiannian chuckled and said, "He's quite bold, isn't he? The Chinese in Thailand are getting more and more capable. Don't worry about this for now; I'll send Guihang to Banbangbo tomorrow. By the way, how did the negotiations with the Jews go?"

  Jin Jiao shook his head and replied, "The Jews are indeed the most formidable businessmen in the world. They're holding out for a high price on the goods we need urgently. We could have gotten them from other channels, but..."

  Jiang Tiannian interrupted him, "I want their goods, no matter the cost."

  Jin Jiao continued, "But we've already invested several tens of millions, and with this deal, it might add up to hundreds of millions. Moreover..."

  Jiang Tiannian waved his hand to stop Jin Jiao from continuing. "Lin Guangzhao, Guihang, and Chen Gang will be back soon. Go call Mr. Barak from the Israeli IMI company to come over."

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  Mr. Balas was a typical Jewish businessman, but his shrewdness and stinginess were actually due to his excellent acting skills, because his true identity was that of an agent from Israel's renowned foreign security agency "Mossad". For Israel, which is located in the Middle East, Southeast Asia is indeed a distant region, but there are many Islamic countries here that pose a potential threat to Israel, such as Indonesia with its population of over 200 million. Therefore, whether it is for national security or economic interests, Israel would be happy to support Chinese governments in Southeast Asia.

  The most successful example in history was helping Singapore establish its own defense forces and break away from the control of the Islamic country Malaysia. If Mr. Jiang Tianyang hadn't been so impatient and demanding, he would have been willing to lower the price a bit. At Mr. Jiang Tianyang's private shooting range, Mr. Jiang Tianyang was playing with the latest model of the IMI company's Galil 5.56/45mm MAR short assault rifle.

  "Mr. Balas, I'd like to hear the order again," said Mr. Jiang Tianyang, handing the gun to Mr. Balas and gesturing for him to try a few shots. Mr. Balas shook his head, indicating that he wasn't capable of doing so, and Mr. Jiang Tianyang didn't force him.

  As Mr. Jiang Tianyang continuously fired the gun, Mr. Balas slowly read out the order worth $24 million, including Galil assault rifles, Uzi submachine guns, and Iron Fist anti-tank rocket launchers. At this time, Lin Guangzhao, Lin Guihang, and Chen Gang also appeared on the shooting range.

  "Guihang, Ajun, you two come try out these new goods," said Mr. Jiang Tianyang, waving at them to let the two weapons experts serve as his "testers". Chen Gang chose a Galil MAR short assault rifle and tried firing three bursts and one long shot, nodding in approval. Lin Guihang chose an Israeli military standard-issue Negev machine gun and fired single-handedly, but the bullet points were stable and accurate on the target.

  Seeing this scene, Mr. Jiang Tianyang and Mr. Balas shook hands, saying: "Alright, we'll go with your price, but remember to hurry up. And how much do you sell your 'Venom' portable air defense missiles for?"

  "I will one day control this country." In the conference room of the Indonesian Ministry of Defense building in Jakarta, Daburakai faced the empty hall with confidence and said to the lieutenant colonel beside him. Lieutenant Colonel Avan was the commander of Indonesia's special landing assault force and had been a good friend of Daburakai since he enlisted. When Daburakai launched the coup, he and his troops were searching for Islamic extremist separatist forces - "Heavenly Travel" on Kalimantan Island. But to clean up the Chinese armed forces in Jakarta, Daburakai still used a C-47 transport plane to bring him back. "How's Panhiracha?" Seeing his friend's triumphant appearance, Avan was more concerned about the life of his colleague. "He's fine! No danger to his life, but his spine is broken and he'll probably have to live in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. Ah! He's still lucky, two companies of brothers who went out with him are all gone." In a short period of time, Daburakai's directly affiliated anti-terrorism forces may not be able to recover, so he can only rely on Avan's special landing assault force. "It's not hard to clean up those Chinese, I can finish it in one night. But catching Lin Guangzhao is almost like finding a needle in the ocean." Avan had been involved in such capture missions many times and was indeed not impressed with the efficiency of Indonesia's intelligence department. "Let's not talk about this for now." Daburakai waved his hand and suggested going to the hospital to see Panhiracha together. But just then, Indonesian Army Major Nangapino suddenly ran in, although he was a bit dissatisfied with his behavior, but after taking over the business card he handed over, Daburakai's face changed, the front of the card was plain and unremarkable, "Japanese South Sea Oil Development Company Manager - Shimobe Yoshiyuki." But on the back was a digital photo taken today, Lin Guangzhao standing in the middle of a group of armed Chinese. "What did he say?" Daburakai grabbed Nangapino's shoulder and asked. "Tonight, tonight at the big Wadatsumi sushi restaurant outside the Japanese consulate." Nangapino replied, wincing in pain.

  In the Jakarta night, the Indonesian army was enforcing a curfew and military vehicles of various models drove by under the dim neon lights. A group of thugs were looting a Chinese-owned supermarket at a street corner, while nearby, a squad of Indonesian soldiers stood watching with guns, as if everything had nothing to do with them. "This is not their fault," thought General Daburaki, who was riding in a car with special forces license plates, "for centuries, those 'bloodsuckers' from the East - the Chinese - have been exploiting the Indonesian people with their animal-like business instincts." The car stopped tens of meters away from the Japanese consulate, where Colonel Avan and his men had secretly taken up positions. After checking his miniature walkie-talkie and weapon, Daburaki got out of the car and walked towards a small sushi restaurant called "Daiwa". "Everything is normal, there are four snipers protecting you," came the voice of Colonel Avan through the walkie-talkie, which made Daburaki feel at ease. He entered the restaurant, where there were few customers due to the turbulent situation. A middle-aged man in a suit was drinking Japanese sake with his back to him. When he heard the door open, he turned around and politely nodded at Daburaki, introducing himself in fluent Indonesian: "Hello! General Daburaki, I am Tomotsu Motoda." He looked like he was only in his 30s, but his mature demeanor and confident tone made Daburaki feel that this person was no ordinary man. "Manager of the Japanese South Sea Oil Development Company? Is that your entire identity?" Daburaki asked directly, sitting down next to Tomotsu. "Hehe! At least it's one of my favorite identities!" Tomotsu replied with a smile.

  The other party continued to drink sake at a steady pace. "Yes! If you can provide more intelligence, I thank you on behalf of the Indonesian people." Daburakki smiled slightly and said, "Then I'll represent the Japanese government in expressing support for you personally! Southeast Asia is vast, but as long as one is willing to pay the price, it's not difficult to find someone."

  He took a stack of sushi and poured a cup of sake for Daburakki. Tsube Ryōsuke said with a half-joking tone, "So what do you want?" Daburakki directly asked without beating around the bush.

  "Indonesia is an island nation like Japan, and the ocean is our livelihood. Unfortunately, Japan isn't as fortunate as Indonesia; our waters don't have such rich oil fields! If Indonesia can agree to jointly develop the South China Sea's petroleum with us, perhaps our two countries can achieve mutual prosperity."

  Tsube Ryōsuke seemed to be rambling on, but Daburakki understood his underlying tone: "The rights to extract oil in our territorial waters have already been contracted out to China Petroleum for the next 10 years. If the Japanese government is interested, we can discuss what happens after that. Besides, China is a powerful neighbor for weak Indonesia."

  "Hahahaha!" Tsube Ryōsuke burst into laughter and continued, "Ten years? The Chinese are insatiably greedy; they won't return your oil fields even after 10 years. In those 10 years, they'll suck the petroleum from Indonesia's continental shelf dry like leeches. As long as General Daburakki can quickly capture Lin Guangzhao and quell the domestic riots, China will have no reason to send troops to Indonesia.

  Lenin denied all of the Tsar's foreign debts after the October Revolution; Khomeini seized all American investments in Iran. This world has always been like this – might makes right. I personally guarantee on behalf of the Japanese government that if you hand over the rights to extract oil from Indonesia's territorial waters, Japan will provide 20 billion dollars in unconditional aid and military assistance. If the Chinese government really takes military action against Indonesia, the Japanese Maritime Self-Defense Force will absolutely not stand idly by."

  Although he also knew that such a promise was like farting in the turbulent international politics, Daburakai had no choice at this time, and two evils were weighed to take the lighter one. Since it was impossible for him to gain favor with the Chinese government, Japan became the only choice. "Pacifying those armed Chinese thugs is not a problem, but Lin Guangzhao..." Daburakai shook his head lightly. "He's hiding in the private estate of Thai-Chinese businessman Jiang Tianyang in Bangkok, and if you need it, the Japanese government can provide all kinds of assistance." Zaito Ryo smiled as he picked up a piece of lobster sushi and put it in his mouth. "As long as we have the detailed map of that estate, we'll take care of the rest ourselves." Not wanting to owe the other party too much favor, Daburakai put on a relaxed expression. "Is that so? The Japanese government has prepared four C-130 military transport planes for you and Captain Arvind's special forces team, I think they will be helpful for your operation." Zaito Ryo's face showed a hint of contempt, but at this moment Daburakai could only silently accept the other party's kindness. "If there are not enough people, please come to me anytime." As Daburakai walked out of the sushi restaurant, Zaito Ryo added another sentence to remind him of his weakness.

  In a remote, run-down wooden hut nestled in the mountains of the Thai-Burmese border, "Ice King" Ross, the new generation of drug lords in the Golden Triangle region, was waiting for his client of the day surrounded by a group of bodyguards armed with AK-47s. He had already smoked four cigars, but the person he was waiting for had yet to arrive.

  "Boss, this Lin guy is really something else. Why don't we just head back?" one of the underlings asked, trying to curry favor with Ross's impatient expression.

  "You have to know who you're dealing with! This Lin Guihang is someone from Mr. Jiang's side. Give him some face," Ross replied calmly, his scar twitching slightly.

  Just then, the sound of a helicopter's rotor blades could be heard outside, and soon Lin Guihang appeared alone in front of Ross, carrying a suitcase.

  "Lin the elder really has guts, coming alone to the meeting!" Ross said with a smile, taken aback by the fact that Lin had come unaccompanied.

  "Ice King Ross is someone we can trust, so Mr. Jiang told me to come alone," Lin replied. "No need for small talk, let's take a look at the goods."

  Lin placed the suitcase on the table and opened it, revealing stacks of cash inside. "I didn't expect Mr. Jiang would want my goods, and in such large quantities, at such a low price. But he's an old comrade, so I'll give him face. This 700 kilograms of 'ICE' is absolutely the best quality in Southeast Asia."

  As Lin spoke, one of Ross's bodyguards handed him a small bag containing amphetamines. Lin took out a hunting knife from his sleeve and opened the plastic bag, taking a small sniff.

  "How is it?" Ross asked anxiously.

  "Hmm, no wonder you're willing to sell at such a low price. It's just this kind of stuff," Lin said coldly, his expression unchanging.

  "Boss, the amount is short, only 30 million," one of the underlings spoke up.

  A bodyguard who opened the suitcase for Lin Guihang let out a terrified voice, as if to annotate Lin Guihang's words. "What do you mean?" Ross shouted loudly, and all the bodyguards pointed their guns at Lin Guihang. "Mr. Jiang said that's compensation for your loss." As soon as Lin Guihang finished speaking, a helicopter flew low over the wooden house, firing a string of rockets at the three "Fifty Rings" light trucks loaded with ice poison not far away. Amidst the explosion, Lin Guihang's hunting knife was already placed on Ross's neck. "Do you think that by killing me, you can escape?" Ross, the notorious drug lord, said in a low and cold voice. "Mr. Jiang is afraid that you might not be thinking clearly, so he specially invited you to play in Bangkok for two days." While speaking, Lin Guihang removed Ross's pistol and held him hostage as they walked out. A bodyguard tried to raise his gun when Lin Guihang turned around, but Lin Guihang shot and shattered the opponent's knee without even turning his head. Outside the wooden house, more than a dozen of Lin Guihang's men, armed with assault rifles, jumped off the helicopter, covering Lin Guihang as he boarded the aircraft.

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  After leaving the Dahe Huihuan Sushi restaurant, Risaburo Yamada did not rush back to the Japanese Consulate. Instead, he drove towards the Chinese community, which was still under siege. 4 or 5 independent infantry battalions and an independent armored battalion of the Indonesian Army had surrounded the Chinatown area, which consisted of several city blocks. Despite the Indonesian army's attempts at a frontal assault, accompanied by cutting off water and electricity supplies, the Chinese armed forces continued to defend their homes.

  Risaburo Yamada entered a building that had been unexpectedly damaged in an air raid by the Indonesian Air Force. On the rooftop, a man dressed in a suit and tie, like Risaburo, was waiting for him. "I need a detailed map of Jiang Tianyang's estate in Dacheng Prefecture," Risaburo said with a smile. "No problem, I'll give it to you tomorrow. By the way, three days from now, a cargo ship from Singapore will arrive at Surabaya Port loaded with weapons." The man replied in the darkness.

  "Don't worry, I'll let those Indonesian monkeys take care of Jiang Tianyang. That way, you can smoothly take his place as the number one figure in Southeast Asia's Chinese underworld - Mr. Jin Diao." In the distance, the well-equipped Indonesian special forces began their attack on the Chinese armed forces. Wearing night vision devices, they moved stealthily through the ruined buildings like ghosts. Unlike regular army units, this kind of infiltration tactic was their specialty.

  Xu Jie, 17 years old when he enlisted in the army and joined the South Sea Fleet sailor training base for a year of devil-like training. He was then assigned to the Swatow Water Police District and served on the Zhaoqing number guard ship. Later, he took the entrance exam and entered the Dalian Vessel Academy's navigation major, graduating and becoming the deputy navigator of the destroyer 168. After that, he signed up for flight school and graduated with excellent grades, becoming a full-time pilot who can fly in four different weather conditions. After graduation, he served as the captain of the guard ship 569, the deputy captain of the destroyer 177, and the deputy commander of the second destroyer squadron. He then entered the Naval Command Academy's vessel synthesis command major, graduating and being awarded the title of naval tactics research student. If Xu Jie had been born 10 years earlier, even with his outstanding personal abilities, he would have only been able to serve as the captain of one main force destroyer at most by his age. However, the era gave him the opportunity to showcase himself - when he entered the Chinese Naval Command Academy, China began its largest "Maritime Revitalization" movement since the Qing dynasty's Yangwu Movement. From 2002 to 2006, China built and launched five aircraft carriers of three levels. Xu Jie also grew up with the People's Navy. Today, he is already the captain of the Chinese People's Liberation Army's 98,000-ton nuclear-powered aircraft carrier "Shanghai". With his exceptional command skills and tactical literacy, he won first place in the selection of young commanders from the four main fleets (North Sea, East Sea, South Sea, and Taiwan) and became a hot figure among the new generation of Chinese naval officers.

  "Flight deck cleared, requesting takeoff." The control center received the request from the ground crew on the flight deck. "Permission granted." With the control center's command, two J-10N carrier-based fighter jets accelerated to a speed of around 170 knots using steam catapults and took off from the inclined deck into the blue sky. Fifteen seconds later, another JH-7E carrier-based electronic warfare aircraft and an E-7N (imitation US E-2C "Hawkeye") carrier-based early warning aircraft, as well as six more J-10N carrier-based fighter jets took off in the same way from the "Jiangsu" aircraft carrier. They formed a huge air defense network for the Chinese fleet patrolling over the vast ocean. "Enemy fighters spotted at 5 o'clock direction. Confirming..." With the help of the E-7N carrier-based early warning aircraft's 480-kilometer radar detection range, the enemy air force was detected almost as soon as they took off from Ho Chi Minh City Air Base. "Target confirmed, SU-27: 6, SU-30MK: 4. Subsonic approach. Requesting permission for carrier-based aircraft to intercept." With the help of the fleet's C3I command system, the information about the enemy aircraft was transmitted smoothly to the bridge of the "Jiangsu" aircraft carrier. "Permission granted, full fleet air defense alert issued. Ningxia and Guizhou cruisers entering defensive positions." The Ningxia and Guizhou cruisers were both former Soviet "Glorious"-class missile cruisers, with the Ningxia being the former Ukrainian Navy's flagship, the "Ukraine". As these two 11,490-ton giant ships entered their defensive positions, the enemy fighter jets had already entered the range of the J-10N carrier-based fighter jets' medium-range air-to-air missiles. Taking advantage of having a carrier-based early warning aircraft and electromagnetic superiority, the Chinese side struck first. "First intercept result: 2 SU-27s shot down, 1 damaged." The first report from the exercise guidance department came in, and Major General Xu Jie nodded slightly to show his satisfaction with the results, while Rear Admiral Yao Guangsheng's face showed a hint of worry. "Under interference from our JH-7E carrier-based electronic warfare aircraft, the enemy counterattack was ineffective. One of our J-10N carrier-based fighter jets was shot down, and both sides' fighters entered close-range dogfighting." Twenty seconds later, the second report from the exercise guidance department came in. "Two SU-30MKs broke through our carrier-based aircraft's defenses." It seemed that the enemy had deployed their air force's elite units. Despite losing electromagnetic superiority, they were still able to break through the defenses. "Enemy long-range anti-ship missiles launched, confirmed as Kh-59Mk. 4 missiles, Mach 2 speed approaching. Ningxia requesting permission to intercept." Xu Jie smiled calmly and replied, "Permission granted." Almost at the same time as the command was given, the eight SS-N-6 "Thunder" vertical launch systems on the Ningxia cruiser, located between the smokestack and rear buildings, began to roar loudly, like fireworks on National Day.

  "Is the aircraft carrier formation really perfect?" asked General Yao Guangsheng suddenly after the first round of sea-air joint interception ended. "In theory, any weapon has its pros and cons, and aircraft carriers are no exception. Depending on the task to be performed, their strengths and weaknesses will be highlighted. For today's China, an aircraft carrier formation is a necessary maritime military force." Knowing that General Yao Guangsheng was a well-known conservative in the Navy, Xu Jie could only respond with a mix of reality and modesty. "I hope our luck in actual combat is still this good." General Yao Guangsheng sneered and walked out of the bridge.

  In the distant Jakarta, the Chinese people in distress could not feel China's greatness. The Indonesian special forces had already begun to eliminate the Chinese armed forces house by house under the cover of night. Due to the power outage and the thick clouds tonight, the darkness was everywhere.

  Li Shuyuan held an AK-47 and lay half-reclined in a room on the second floor of the "Feitian" KTV building, facing the darkness alone and grieving. He had lost hope, and the food and water reserves of the entire Chinese community were exhausted. For two days, he had been eating rats and sparrows, drinking water that had undergone so-called "purification treatment", and the living conditions were terrible.

  Outside the window, there was a burst of gunfire, but Li Shuyuan was used to it. However, the flames that appeared and disappeared in an instant deeply attracted him, and he saw a group of Chinese people running wildly on the street. Behind them were black shadows spitting fire tongues, bullets piercing through bodies, and blood-colored flowers blooming in the darkness.

  Li Shuyuan wanted to shout, but his mouth was covered by a bloody hand. "It's me, Kangkang!" said Kangkang, who appeared in the darkness like he had just returned from hell. "Are you injured? Why so much blood?"

  Li Shuyuan calmed down and asked, "Not me, it's Huage. These Indonesian devils are really cruel. Tonight, Huage called us to a meeting, but they also sneaked in, wearing night vision goggles. We were at a disadvantage, of course! But fortunately, I'm good with guns, and I protected Huage and killed our way out."

  Kangkang took out a cigarette and was about to light it when he heard Huage's weak voice saying, "You little bastard, you're going to get yourself killed." Li Shuyuan, who had studied some medical care in college, rushed over to examine Huage's wound. Although the gunshot wound was not fatal, it would still be deadly under current medical conditions.

  After doing everything he could for Huage, Li Shuyuan told him, "Huage, your injury is not serious." Huage made a gesture for Kangkang to light a cigarette and give it to him. As they smoked, Li Shuyuan realized that the cigarette was actually marijuana used as a painkiller.

  "I've been in this business for decades, and I know my time is up this year," said Huage, his voice weak but determined. "But I'll take down a few Indonesian devils with me. They think they can suppress all Chinese people by taking over Jakarta? Ha! They're too naive. There are tens of thousands of Chinese people in Indonesia; can they kill them all?"

  Just then, the moon broke through the clouds outside, and Li Shuyuan saw a group of black shadows creeping into the "Feitian" KTV building like ghosts. "They've come, boss. Let's go," said Kangkang, but Huage pushed him away.

  "Don't cry, you're not worthy of being my little brother. Take this useless kid and get out of here." Huage picked up an RPD light machine gun and gestured for them to leave. But as they walked a few steps, Huage called out, "Leave those 'pineapples' behind."

  Kangkang had no choice but to take off the hand grenades from his waist and put them in Huage's hands.

  Kangkang and Li Shuyuan, who had just escaped from the back door of "Feitian" KTV City, suddenly heard a fierce gunshot coming from inside the building. After a long time, there was one last loud explosion that shook the entire Jakarta under the night sky. Later, Kangkang always insisted that he saw a giant dragon flying away in the flames.