It's better to conquer them than to command the steel torrent

Chapter 134 | Congratulations on your personal experience
In late autumn, the sun rises later, and Budapest is still shrouded in darkness at dawn.

Unbeknownst to anyone, in an old building in the northern part of the city, regular electromagnetic signals were flying toward the ionosphere.

The suspicious signal was simultaneously detected by four radio monitoring posts in the northwest, southwest, east, and southeast directions.

Starting yesterday, personnel from the Second Bureau of the General Staff Department have been working in three shifts to continuously monitor specific channels.

"Target signal detected! Yes! That's it!" an agent shouted excitedly.

The people around were drowsy, but upon hearing this, they immediately sprang to their senses and hurriedly began radio direction finding.

Every second counts!

Sure enough, the signal lasted for only ten seconds before stopping.

The sentry post in the southwest made a mistake; the agents reacted too slowly and the signal disappeared before they could complete the direction finding.

"Fortunately, four monitoring teams were set up in total." Monica breathed a sigh of relief.

“Am I right? It’s always good to be well-prepared for these kinds of things and leave some room for maneuver,” Shang Ke said matter-of-factly, staring at the map.

Monica mentally complained that his actions had used almost all of the equipment and personnel, causing all external surveillance and monitoring tasks to be put on hold.

However, now that the location of the suspicious signal has been pinpointed, there's no need to feel regretful.

In fact, she thought Mr. Shang's argument made a lot of sense—a strong fortress often crumbles from within, and that's why the insecurity within Budapest must be thoroughly cleaned up.

The result of radio direction finding has azimuth error; it is not a straight line, but rather a sector with a certain angle.

On the plotting board, three sectors are drawn with each sentry post as the center, based on the direction finding results. The overlapping shaded areas of these sectors indicate the source of the signal.

Shang Ke tapped the ground with his index finger and commanded, "Action! Not a single mouse will get out!"

At his command, the five military police companies and the motorcycle patrol squadron, fully equipped and ready to go, immediately sprang into action.

Chu Chu Chu!
The exhaust pipe of the three-wheeled sidecar motorcycle makes a distinctive sound.

All four intersections and eleven alleyways in the target area were sealed off, with checkpoints and sentry posts set up and strictly controlled by a squad of military police. Everyone was required to return home and was not allowed to leave.

Some royal guards were also brought in by Shang to help, and seven sniper teams occupied water towers or rooftops to prevent the target from escaping by scaling rooftops.

But... how can we ensure that not even a single mouse can get out?
The arrest operation began swiftly.

The decisive Mr. Shang, accompanied by Monica, rushed to the scene to take charge.

Walkie-talkies didn't exist in this era. Portable walkie-talkies were on the verge of being developed, but they were still just prototypes. The United States' Huatong Electric Company and the United States' Motorola Company were both researching and developing them.

Therefore, coordination and command are troublesome and inefficient.

Fortunately, the second type of warriors possesses the ability to communicate telepathically, which enables real-time communication with a touch of magic.

The citizens were at a loss, while some people in urgent need looked around anxiously.

"Sir! Sir!" a man pleaded, "My wife is about to give birth, and the clinic is just next block away. Please let us through."

The sergeant in charge was speechless and asked in return, "Why don't you evacuate Budapest?"

Isn't this just causing trouble for everyone?

The man said dejectedly, "I'm sorry, there are too many people leaving the city, we have no chance at all, and..."

In such chaos, with hundreds of thousands of people fleeing all at once, how could a pregnant woman in her tenth month of pregnancy possibly leave home and travel? The sergeant grumbled, but still had the female sergeant next to him report the situation.

The couple, whose luck was both bad and good, then passed through the checkpoint accompanied by an agent and two military police.

In comparison, the standoff at another intersection was even more ridiculous.

Colonel Zoran from the General Staff happened to be inspecting the defenses in this neighborhood. He was very satisfied with the ingenuity of the city's defense system and was thinking about how to write an inspection report when his convoy was trapped inside.

What? The driver and guards' attempts to negotiate were ruthlessly rejected?

Colonel Zoran got out of his black Skoda and went over to confront him personally: "I am Colonel Zoran from the General Staff. I have now finished my inspection of the North City area and I am going to cross the river to Buda to remove this damn roadblock!"

The checkpoint was headed by a capable warrant officer who flatly refused, saying, "I'm sorry, Colonel, our orders are that even Her Majesty the Queen's convoy is not allowed to pass."

"Who gave the order? I need to speak with your commander!"

"Sorry, this is a temporary checkpoint and there are no telephone lines."

“Then relay it.” Colonel Zoran pointed to the petite female sergeant next to him and said, “You, come here and convey my words to your superior.”

A moment later, the female sergeant began to relay Shang's original words, suppressing a laugh as she said, "Our commander said, 'Colonel, since you are very satisfied with Budapest's city defense system, then congratulations, you can now experience how rigorous this system is.' That concludes the relay."

Next, Colonel Zoran's convoy was thoroughly searched indiscriminately.

Meanwhile, hundreds of military police officers dispersed in squads to search every civilian building in the neighborhood.

When Grishena realized this, her heart skipped a beat.

Oh no! They actually managed to detect the location of the transmitter's radio signal!

A sense of terror welled up inside her, and Grishenna tried to suppress her emotions and force herself to calm down.

She quickly changed her clothes again, pretending to be a patient, hoping to get through the checkpoint to the hospital for treatment.

However, her attempt was ruthlessly rejected on the grounds that it was not a life-threatening illness, and she was forced to return home.

The Hungarian military police conducted house-to-house searches, and everyone was required to stay in their own homes and was not allowed to harbor strangers.

Grishna hurriedly lit the codebook, threw the embers into the toilet and flushed them away, then smashed the radio in the large leather case.

After doing all this, she sat quietly on the edge of the bed, trying to calm her chaotic thoughts, which were like a tangled ball of yarn, and waited to be arrested.

She asked herself if she regretted sending the telegram in the early hours of the morning, hoping to get away with it.
Regret is inevitable, but unfortunately, what's done is done, and there's no going back.

After being distracted for a few minutes, she suddenly stood up, her strong will to survive dispelling her frustration and regret.

Grishna walked quickly to the cabinet, grabbed a few candles from a box of candles and stuffed them into her pocket, then took a flashlight.

She hurried downstairs and slipped into a nearby alley...

Half an hour later.

Fully armed Hungarian military police began searching the building.

When they rushed into the top floor, they immediately smelled the faint scent of lingering smoke. After searching through everything for a day, they also found the damaged small radio.

But where are the people? Where have they gone?
(End of this chapter)