Rebirth of the Flying Era

Those people left just as quickly as they came. Just after they eliminated the target, gunfire rang out from another direction soon.

This time the gunshots and explosions were more intensive, and finally a ball of flames rose in the distance, followed by a six-story building that collapsed.

The people in the city were silent, and those who didn't know the inside story thought the enemy had invaded.

Imran Khan was also a little panicked. At first, he felt that everything was under control, but with the fierce assassination operations, he realized that the situation was wrong and out of control.

Those who died were all important figures who had already taken refuge in him, or were preparing to take refuge in him.

Imranhan's face was ugly, and he realized that Xindila was definitely not dead.

His plan never worked out from the start.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for the other party to organize such a powerful counterattack. This was not a temporary counterattack, but had been planned and premeditated.

Imranhan clenched his fists tightly, and the muscles in his cheeks tightened and jumped from clenching his teeth.

"damn it!"

After scolding, a fierce light flashed in Imranhan's eyes and he shouted: "Here comes someone~"

Immediately a young man in military uniform came in from the door.

Imranhan ordered: "Let our people speed up, I will make a radio address from Victoria Palace within an hour."

"Yes, sir~" the young man responded and respectfully withdrew.

Imranhan felt increasingly anxious. He always had a premonition that something bad was going to happen.

At this time, the phone next to him suddenly rang.

Imranhan reached out and took it, a little listlessly, but then he said as if he was electrocuted: "What did you say! Found the body?"

He didn't believe his ears. He really couldn't find anything through iron shoes, and it took no effort to get it.

Xindila is really dead!

Imranhan still couldn't believe it and ordered: "Bring the body to me immediately... Yes! Immediately, immediately."

Putting down the phone with a bang, Imranhan stood up excitedly and walked around the room with his palms trembling.

If Xindila is really dead, this time it will be considered stable.

Those who resisted or were passive in the past will give up hope this time.

The only uncertainty now is whether that person is Xindila. Imranhan knew that Xin Dila had a substitute, and there was more than one. Those people were very similar to her. If ordinary people had only seen Xin Dila in the newspaper, it would be difficult to tell which one was real and which one was a substitute.

With trepidation, Imranhan waited for the corpse to arrive.

It’s time to find out whether it’s all joy or whether he’s really dead.

At this moment, the phone rang again.

Imranhan picked up the man and when he heard that it was the person who delivered Xindila's body, he immediately let them in.

However, just a moment later, intensive gunshots and the sound of grenades exploding suddenly came from downstairs.

Imranhan's heart tightened, and he instinctively thought of those who had delivered the corpses just now.

He is not a fool. In fact, this matter was inherently fishy. Why did he suddenly discover Xindila's body?

It was just that Imranhan was in an anxious mood and would rather believe, or hope, that it was Xindila's body, so he had someone send it over immediately.

But someone noticed his mentality and took the opportunity to catch him off guard.

Originally, there was enough strength for a reinforced company in Imranhan, but even three or four times the strength of the strong buildings could not easily break through here.

But things don't seem right now. Imranhan seems to be getting closer and closer as he listens to the gunshots outside.

He swallowed involuntarily and let out a grunt, startling himself.

At this moment, there was a bang, and someone knocked hard on the office door.

Fortunately, the door is made of solid wood and is very strong.

But at the next moment, there was a burst of gunfire, and the wooden door was hit by bullets and sawdust flew everywhere.

Imranhan's heart sank, knowing that this time it would be over.

The so-called discovery of Xindila's body before was simply a ploy to lure the snake out of its hole, with the purpose of determining where he was at this time.

Otherwise, Xindeli is so big that even if you know that Imran Khan is in the city, it will be difficult to determine the specific location.

It's much simpler now.

Imranhan's heart was beating wildly and he instinctively wanted to escape through the window. He could not be caught.

There are troops loyal to him outside, and as long as they escape, there is a chance of a comeback.

Imranhan immediately jumped out of the window and escaped.

Although this is the fourth floor, there are many decorative patterns on the exterior walls of the Victorian-style building in the past. If you are careful, you should be able to climb down the drain pipe.

Imranhan immediately got out of the window. He was young and strong. He had been practicing yoga all year round. His movements were very agile. He reached the second floor in just a few moves. Then he let go and jumped, already falling to the ground.

But he didn't notice that there were several crows hanging in the air. After he escaped, he immediately followed him.

The door of the office just now was kicked open, and countless bodies were strewn in the corridor.

The attackers were heavily armed, led by a bearded man wearing a turban. He frowned when he saw the office was empty.

"Where are the people!" the bearded man asked angrily.

The young man who followed next to him who had just reported to Imran Khan remained silent and said cautiously: "Sorry, ten minutes, he was still here ten minutes ago."

"Trash!" The bearded man cursed angrily, then raised his hand and fired. The young man fell to the ground in shock and died on the spot.

The bearded man shouted: "Search for me!"

But at this moment, an old man dressed in white walked in from behind. He glanced around the room and finally fixed his eyes on the window. He said calmly: "No need to search, the person left at the window."

Then the figure flashed and jumped out from the window on the fourth floor!

The bearded man frowned. He didn't dare to offend this person, so after he jumped down, he picked up the phone in the room and called Xindila.

"Sorry, he had already run away when we found him... Master Dinda went after him... Yes, I understand. Please rest assured that my people and I will be your most loyal warriors!" The bearded man expressed his voice for a while. Loyalty, after putting down the phone, a smile appeared on his face.

He knew that after this time, he and his family were completely different.

Originally, his family was just a middle-class family in Xindeli, incomparable to the upper-class families with power, but this time his opportunity came.

Anyone who wants to hinder him is his enemy and must be eliminated!

…

That night, after a whole day of chaos, Xindila finally stood up again at night.

It was announced that some people had betrayed the Guo family and that they colluded with the enemy to sell out the interests of the Guo family through assassination.

Sindila mentioned a series of names, but Imranhan was not among them.

It's not that Xindila is soft-hearted, but Imranhan's special status is destined to prevent his name from appearing here. He is Xindila's nephew and Nihelu's grandnephew.

In public, the Nihelu family must be united and great, and there must be no flaws.

Even if people know in their hearts that the source of today's unrest is the internal fighting in their families, they cannot say this openly.

At this time, Du Fei heard Xindila's speech on the hotel radio, and couldn't help but sneered and said with emotion: "What a dirty Zhengji!"

Zhang Xue was also there at the side. He heard something in his words and asked what was going on.

Du Fei said: "Lao Zhang, tell me, how would these people who died today feel if they knew that Xin Dila and Imran Khan were originally in the same group?"

Zhang Chengxue was stunned for a moment, and his eyes suddenly widened: "This... this can't be possible~ You mean this is the double act they sang?"

Du Fei smiled. It didn't really matter. What was important was that this was a new script that Du Fei had just come up with for them.

From the beginning, this was a conspiracy by one Nihelu family against other families.

Pretend that the family is divided, throw out Imran Khan to attract the forces that oppose Xindila, first gather them, use Imran Khan to instigate them to form a rebellion, and then kill them justifiably, doesn't it sound reasonable?

What will the big families who survived this time think? Will they still believe in Xindila?

This was tantamount to overdrafting the entire reputation of the Nihelu family for governance.

Once this kind of rumor spreads, even if Xindila gets past this time, he will encounter greater resistance if he continues to enforce justice in the future.

That's when the real fight will begin.

In order to ensure that it holds power, Xindila will only take more drastic measures.

Other families will also be more disgusted and defensive towards her.

By the time……

Thinking of this, Du Fei couldn't help but sneer.

After three days of turmoil, Xindeli returned to calm.

Then, on the eastern front, Li Yuanchao and Ding Dacheng began to retreat backwards.

At the same time, the Jain faction in Bengal officially came to power and quickly annexed West Bengal, forming a new Greater Bengal.

Regarding these situations, far away in Xindeli, Xindila, who had just regained his power, all pretended to be deaf and blind.

Instead, they concentrated their efforts and allowed the Indian army on the western front to launch a wave of offensives at all costs, and used the new speed-link equipment previously transported by the An-22 to offset the impact of the failure in Lahore on the battlefield.

Subsequently, the two sides announced that, with the mediation of the US Goose, they would temporarily cease fire and start negotiations.

Du Fei was reading the latest newspaper in the hotel and couldn't help but curled his lips and threw it on the table.

The newspaper only mentioned Meguo and Sulian, not mentioning the existence of Huaguo.

Du Fei was a little angry, but he had no choice. In this era, other Guo families did not have the qualifications to stand on an equal footing with these two behemoths.

Pushing forward may not be a good thing.

Moreover, at this point, Du Fei didn't know what agreement Xindila had reached with the two of them privately, and both families actually recognized her future status in Indu.

No need to ask, there must be secret operations here.

Because as soon as the front foot ceased war with Bakistan, Xindila began to deploy troops and generals to prepare to pacify the south.

…

That evening, there was a cocktail party held by Xin Di La.

Du Fei and Zhang Xue were invited to attend.

The reception was a Western style, with everyone dressed like a dog, each holding a glass of red wine or champagne, talking loudly, or whispering in a low voice.

Here Du Fei also saw Natasha and Shumelkin.

Bush was also there. When he saw Du Fei, he immediately came over and raised his glass with a smile: "Hey, have you heard? Imran Khan is dead."

Du Fei raised his eyebrows. Imranhan had disappeared since he escaped that day.

Although according to the rumors spread by Du Fei, Imranhan and Xindila were originally the same group, but in fact that was not the case.

Therefore, since there has been no road in Imranhan these days, Du Fei guessed that this thing was in danger.

It was not too surprising to hear what Bush said. He said calmly: "Sooner or later, even you guys..." He said to Xin Dilanunou, who was not far away: "I have contacted her. Imran Khan also What hope is there? I am afraid that the elders in the Nihelu family who support him may not be sincere, and are more likely to use him as a bargaining chip in exchange for more benefits."

Bush pursed his lips. Indeed, no one thought highly of Imranhan from the beginning. As a serious guest, he was too naive and too impatient.

If he is willing to endure it slowly, there may be hope after more than ten years.

but now……

Although Imranhan saw the dissatisfaction with Xin Dila within the family, he also saw Xin Dila's shortcomings as a woman.

But I never thought that his youth also had the same shortcomings. Why did the old guys in the family take the risk to get Xin Dila down, and then recruit a junior who was less than half his age? Was it because they were too busy and panicked?

As for the good results, as long as New Diraken pays the benefits, there is nothing that cannot be negotiated.

Bush added: "I heard that that woman is planning to attack the South."

Du Fei said nonchalantly: "This shouldn't be considered news. Whether she likes it or not, now that she has her hands free, she will definitely assume a posture of pacifying the south."

Bush was moved and whispered: "Do you think she is bluffing?"

Du Fei shook the wine glass in his hand: "A woman's heart is as deep as the bottom of her heart, who knows~"

Seeing that he was unwilling to say more, Bush did not ask any more questions and instead said: "By the way, I heard that Rockefeller discovered a new oil field in the South China Sea."

Du Fei was surprised, having never heard of this before: "Where is it? How far away is it from us?"

Bush said: "Between South Vietnam and Sarawak, west of the Nansha Islands, it is said that there are huge reserves."

Du Fei narrowed his eyes slightly. Although he didn't look at the map, he knew from the description that it must be within the ten-dash line. He asked, "Are you interested?"

Bush said: "There must be interest, but it's Rockefeller...the meat is not delicious."

At this time, Xindila came over.

Du Fei and Bush stopped talking and looked at the radiant woman together.

Compared with the last private meeting, Xin Dila seemed to be several years younger, with a confident smile on her face.

The shake-up of Shin De Lee allowed her to reassert her power.

"Mr. Bush, Mr. Du, I'm glad you can come~" Xindila was dressed in a gorgeous traditional sari, which made her still look like she had the charm of her youth.

"Madam, you are very beautiful tonight." Bush, an old guy, pretended to be a gentleman and gave her a kiss on the hand.

Xindila smiled and thanked him: "Mr. Bush, you are very grateful." She turned to Du Fei and said calmly: "Mr. Du, I am very sorry. There is one thing I may have to break my promise to."

Du Fei raised his eyebrows and guessed what the other party meant. He was going to kill the donkey.