50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 374 Don’t call it unforeseen
He would immediately report to Captain Wang via walkie-talkie if anyone entered the cordon with a gun without permission.

Then Captain Wang notified the NSA agents on the perimeter to make the arrest.

Therefore, all hostile individuals, including assassins, could not even get close and were all defeated at the outer defense line.

Moreover, they were caught without even knowing how their whereabouts were exposed.

Not only did they not know, but the NSA agents who arrested them also didn't know, and even Captain Wang, who relayed the message, didn't know how Sun Zhiwei discovered those people who appeared to have no flaws.

Over the next few days, Sun Zhiwei followed the delegation's itinerary.

Washington, Atlanta, Houston, Seattle—at each stop, he stayed on the periphery of the residence and event venue, secretly providing protection.

Although they have encountered many attackers in recent days, none of them have been able to get close to the inner perimeter of the defenses.

The most recent attack came within 500 meters of the leader, and it was hardly a close call.

How far is 500 meters?

A standard football field is between 100 and 110 meters long, about the length of 5 football fields. If you look directly at a person, it would be about the size of a pinhead.

At a distance of 500 meters, let alone firing a gun or shouting, the other side wouldn't hear a sound.

Unless you use a professional sniper rifle from decades later, and are equipped with a professional sniper, there is no chance of hitting the target. But we are only in the 1970s now.

Like Zhang Taofang, successfully killing an enemy at 800 meters using an old-fashioned rifle without a scope requires not only skill but also a bit of luck.

February 5th arrived quickly, and today was the last day of the visit; the mission was about to end.

Despite being exhausted from patrolling the perimeter for several consecutive days, Sun Zhiwei had no complaints.

He may not have the ability to make the country better, but it is a gratifying thing to be able to protect the leader.

Only after seeing the delegation leaders off on their private plane did Sun Zhiwei finally speak his best wishes over the walkie-talkie: "Have a safe journey, everyone."

After saying that, Sun Zhiwei prepared to turn off the walkie-talkie and leave Seattle to go home.

Suddenly, an unexpected voice rang out on the walkie-talkie: "Comrade Diting, you've worked hard."

"To serve the people," Sun Zhiwei answered instinctively.

But there was no more sound from the other end, making him think he was hallucinating.

He stood there stunned until the private jet took off, then he realized that it really was that voice.

After a brief moment of excitement, Sun Zhiwei calmed down and left the airport, returning to his hotel in downtown Seattle.

He booked a flight back to Washington under another identity, which wouldn't take off until the evening, and he needed to go back to change clothes first.

Seattle is a coastal city on the west coast of the United States. It has a mild and humid climate all year round and a pleasant climate. 98% of its area is covered by forests, making it a truly great place to live.

However, aside from being a livable city, it's not a particularly important one. The only thing Sun Zhiwei can remember about it is Bill Gates.

But he's still a young man in his early twenties, and Microsoft has only just been founded. There's really nothing that can attract Sun Zhiwei right now.

Sun Zhiwei boarded the plane in the evening and headed straight for Washington without any hesitation.

When he got home the next morning, he fell asleep as soon as he lay down.

These past few days have been exhausting for him. He's been patrolling the perimeter the whole time, and there's no one to replace him, so he can only rest intermittently each day. He slept until night, and looking at the already dark sky, he quickly cooked himself a bowl of noodles, ate it, and went back to sleep until noon the next day when he finally felt better.

Too lazy to cook lunch, Sun Zhiwei left home to find something to eat. On the way, he left a letter in his secret mailbox as a way of reporting his return to his superiors.

When I arrived at the store in the afternoon, it was another busy day.

Fortunately, their boss often went out for a stroll, and this wasn't the first time Belinda and the staff had experienced this. When he returned, he naturally dumped all the accumulated business on them.

After a busy afternoon, on his way home, he received a confidential letter from Deputy Director Han inviting him to a meeting that evening.

He didn't know what he wanted to talk to him about, so he simply changed his clothes after dinner and went over.

When we arrived at the liaison office—oh, it's called the embassy now—we arrived.

He arrived at Lao Han's office, only to find it empty. Puzzled, he searched the space and discovered Lao Han was in a meeting on the third floor.

He didn't have anything urgent to do, so he just waited.

Of course, he didn't just wait idly. He familiarly found some tea leaves, brewed himself a cup of hot tea, then picked up the newspaper from Old Han's house and leaned back on the sofa to read it.

Many of the newspapers here are airlifted from China, so he can take the opportunity to read the latest news from China.

The propaganda war was still raging in the expired newspaper in his hand, and the battle cry had already been issued.

An editorial titled "Our Patience Has Its Limits" ends with the line "Don't say you weren't warned," which is clearly a prelude to action.

As far as he knew, since December of last year, our command on the border had been using feints to create a diversion, keeping the troops on the other side in Annam in a state of constant alarm.

False intelligence kept getting sent to the other side. First, it showed that our army would launch an attack on New Year's Day, but we didn't move.

We received intelligence that we would take action on January 5th. On that day, the enemy even sounded the battle alarm, but we still didn't move.

On January 10, the battle alarm was sounded again.

In the days that followed, such farces were staged almost every few days, and a shadow of fear and unease constantly loomed over Annam.

By February, the opposing soldiers were exhausted and their morale had plummeted.

At this time, Annan had not yet realized that before the war had even begun, we had already seized the initiative.

The Annamese authorities have been exhausted by our tactics of deception and feints. In fact, their morale is on the verge of collapse by this point.

Seeing the newspaper report, Sun Zhiwei was tempted. This was the last chance to use force in the next few decades; it would be a great pity not to participate.

I heard that our newly established special forces have already gone there. As the one who initiated this force, how can I stay thousands of miles away and just watch the show?

Just then, the door was pushed open, and an exhausted-looking old Han walked in. When he saw Sun Zhiwei on the sofa, leisurely drinking tea and reading the newspaper, he became furious.

"What's wrong, Lao Han? Did someone upset you at the meeting?"

"Nonsense, only you can make me angry."

"That's impossible. Where can you find such an excellent subordinate like me? He can make contributions and doesn't require much management effort. Being my leader would be too comfortable."

"Alright, I don't have time to listen to your nonsense. Here, this is the walkie-talkie that Captain Wang left behind before he left. You can keep it."

(End of this chapter)