Overnight, a total of eight of the twenty-four camps in Mifang were brutally attacked, and both people and property suffered heavy losses.

At six o'clock in the morning, the sky hasn't lit up, Jintang camp.

Qiao Chuanlong leaned on the chair of the command headquarters, haggard, unable to refresh his cigar.

He looked at the briefings sent to him, and looked at the frowning colleagues, for the first time he felt exhausted.

He is not afraid of powerful enemies, no matter how strong the enemy is, as long as the front is tough, he also believes that the final victory belongs to himself and his friends.

History has proven countless times that he can have the last laugh.

But facing an enemy like this phantom, Qiao Chuanlong felt that there was nowhere to do it, and the opponent would not give him a chance to fight.

What's the use of hard fists?

"Mr. Qiao Chuanlong, preliminary statistics have been made."

Time pointed to half past six, and a one-eyed intelligence officer walked into the busy headquarters, with an unspeakable dignity on his face:

"One thousand six hundred people died, no injured, direct losses of more than 50 billion US dollars, especially the helicopter camp, the entire army was wiped out."

"And the panic and influence caused by this have not been counted."

"The national envoy Alisha will arrive in fifteen minutes. She needs a comprehensive and reliable report from you."

He sighed with emotion in his heart, this murderer is really a cow, destroying one-third of the camp overnight and destroying 1,600 men.

Qiao Chuanlong's voice sank: "Is there any news about the murderer?"

Hearing the report from the one-eyed intelligence officer, he knew that his official career was about to end. Although Ye Tianlong attacked small camps, they were all precious places.

Those 1,600 backbones are even more like baby bumps, not the Marine Corps, or pilots, middle and high-level navy officers.

If possible, Qiao Chuanlong is willing to exchange the lives of 5,000 ordinary men in exchange for these 1,000 and 600 people.

It was a pity that he couldn't change it back, he could only dig out Ye Tianlong, and then made up for the loss with a thousand swords.

The one-eyed intelligence officer shook his head slightly: "There is no news of the murderer, he will come and go without a trace, and will wear our clothes."

"The surveillance of the attacked camp was also hacked, and his face was not photographed, and all the people who had met him were killed."

The one-eyed intelligence officer responded respectfully: "Therefore, there is no whereabouts of him for the time being. I only know that eight camps use ghosts to describe him."

"How about the rest of the camp?"

Qiao Chuanlong gritted his teeth: "The ghosts have destroyed eight camps, so they might stop there."

"The remaining camps have entered a first-level combat state, and the emergency response force is on standby 24 hours a day, and satellite identification has been activated."

The one-eyed intelligence officer has confidence on his face: "Any suspicious person entering will be discovered."

"And the remaining camps are large camps, with more than a thousand soldiers. It is not easy for the ghost to attack again."

The one-eyed intelligence officer added: "As of just now, there is no bad news from various camps."

Qiao Chuanlong clenched his fists slightly: "Let them be careful!"

"Before digging out the ghost, I must be on a high level of alert, and I must never make any more mistakes."

Any more accidents, he will enter the military court.

"tread--"

At this moment, the light dimmed at the door, and then a shout came.

"Mr. Qiao Chuanlong, good morning."

Afterwards, a blonde girl appeared with three bodyguards in black, and walked into the command post in a familiar way, as if she had already known herself.

The three bodyguards have a thunderbolt pattern on their chests, so they are not simple characters.

"Special Envoy Alisha, good morning, good morning, all the hard work."

Seeing the blonde girl appeared, Qiao Chuanlong hurriedly raised a smile and got up to greet him: "I am so embarrassed to let you come over all the way."

The blonde smiled and said, "I don't want to come here either. Too many things happened in the Nanhan camp, which killed 1,600 people and lost more than 50 billion."

"And Mr. Qiao Chuanlong knows nothing about it. Mr. President is very annoyed and rarely anxious. He can only let me take someone for a trip."

"Let me listen and take a look, and then I can give Mr. President and Congress an explanation."

The blonde girl is 1.75 meters tall and adds a few centimeters to her leather shoes. She looks not only tall, but also majestic.

Especially the right overalls, her exquisite body was highlighted, and the temptation of uniforms was nothing but that.

However, Qiao Chuanlong didn't appreciate it much, rubbing his head and grinning bitterly: "I'm really sorry, I am incompetent, and I have failed Mr. President's high expectations."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Alisha went straight to the subject: "Give me an answer, is there any murderer whereabouts?"

Qiao Chuanlong shook his head lightly: "Not for the time being, the other party comes and goes quickly, with clean hands and feet, it is difficult to lock it temporarily."

Alyssa red lips lightly opened: "Are there any information or photos about the murderer?"

Qiao Chuanlong shook his head again: "We are investigating..."

Alyssa's face was cold: "Mr. President prefers to take down the murderer sooner than we have already lost, so as to avoid loss and panic."

"report!"

At this moment, the one-eyed intelligence officer ran in again, with a touch of joy on his face:

"A patrol car once took an Apache photo. The patrol car was blown up, but the photo was saved and entered into the network system."

"The Apache attacked the patrol car with a Chinese man sitting on it."

The one-eyed intelligence officer said excitedly: "It is probably the murderer."

Qiao Chuanlong's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Quick, quick, upload the picture."

He thumped the table and shouted, "With a picture of the murderer, we can smash him into pieces."

Alyssa and the others adjusted their angles, and their eyes fell on the big screen.

The photos came up quickly.

A picture of an Apache fired, with a person sitting on the driver's seat, without a helmet and walkie-talkie, and a general face can be seen through the glass.

Ye Tianlong with white hair.

"Asshole!"

Qiao Chuanlong slapped the table and screamed: "It's him, Ye Tianlong, why is this **** still alive? Forty-eight shells didn't kill him?"

"It's the one who fought the Oriental decisively."

He explained to Alisha, and then shouted at the one-eyed intelligence officer: "Immediately pass the photo down and pass it on to the camps and writers."

"This **** is wanted all over me."

Qiao Chuanlong patted the table banging loudly: "Let the Wen family offer a reward of 100 million yuan, and he must be dug out today."

The one-eyed intelligence officers moved quickly and printed out several hundred copies of Ye Tianlong's photos, preparing for one.

"Are you looking for me?"

When the one-eyed intelligence officer sent a photo to Alyssa and other people present, a person suddenly appeared at the door, and he also had the photo in his hand.

The smile was cold.

Ye Tianlong's figure, like a long knife, resisted the throats of more than 30 people in the headquarters.

Hard to breathe.