Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 444: A Hidden Chess Piece Codenamed Night Owl

Half an hour later, Dai Yuhong, a core figure of the Military Control Commission, walked into Huang GUANGtai's office wearing a neat black Zhongshan suit.

It was obvious that he had already made sufficient preparations for the upcoming meeting.

The air in the office was filled with a strong smell of tobacco. On Huang GUANGtai's desk, an ashtray was piled with thick ashes and burnt cigarette butts, as if silently telling of his inner anxiety and uneasiness.

Huang GUANG Tai's face looked extremely tired and sallow, as if he had been drained of his vitality by the pressure and worry of the past few days. He held a cigarette between his fingers, and he kept coughing in the smoke.

Seeing Dai Yuhong coming in, Huang GUANG Tai put out his cigarette and took a deep breath, trying to calm his breathing. He stared at Dai Yuhong and said slowly: "There are two things I need you to do."

"First of all, I want to use Night Owl." Huang GUANGtai's tone revealed an unquestionable firmness.

"The second thing is that you have to find a way to get in touch with Fuso. I want to have an in-depth exchange with them."

Dai Yuhong looked at Huang GUANGtai, who was once high-spirited but now looked haggard, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. He said with concern: "Old leader, you must take good care of yourself. You are the pillar of the South Country, you can't fall down."

Huang GUANG Tai heard this and gently waved his hand, smiling bitterly: "I know my own body. Now the South Country has reached the final moment of life and death, I can't give up any hope. You must do as I say and get these two things done as soon as possible."

The two began to talk, discussing the future of the South and the current predicament. Dai Yuhong sometimes nodded in agreement, and sometimes frowned, thinking about how to deal with the crisis. Huang GUANGtai coughed from time to time, but his eyes were always filled with unwillingness.

Half an hour later, the conversation ended.

Dai Yuhong stood up, saluted Huang GUANGtai, then turned and left the president's office.

He hurried back to the Military Control Department and began to handle the task assigned by Huang GUANG Tai. He knew that this was a critical moment for the survival of the South, and he must do his best to complete his mission.

Night Owl, this name is a highly confidential code name in the Southern Government, representing an important chess piece who has been lurking in the Northern Frontier for nearly ten years.

This mysterious person has always been Dai Yuhong's single contact. Dai Yuhong will not easily break this silence unless faced with an extremely important task.

At this moment, Dai Yuhong was sitting in a spacious office. He gently lit a stick of incense. The faint fragrance spread in the air, which seemed to help calm his inner waves.

He closed his eyes and sat quietly for a moment, letting his mind gradually calm down.

Half an hour later, Dai Yuhong slowly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with determination and resoluteness. He reached for the phone on the table and dialed a secret number. There was a slight buzzing sound from the other end of the phone, followed by the operator's cautious and respectful greeting.

"Hello, this is number one." Dai Yuhong's voice was low and powerful.

"Number One, please give instructions."

"Notify Night Owl to contact me as soon as possible." Dai Yuhong said concisely.

After saying this, Dai Yuhong hung up the phone. He knew that the next matter would be handled by professional intelligence personnel, and what he needed to do was to wait for Ye Xiao's response and be ready to deal with possible changes at any time.

After three months of recuperation in the Su Mansion in the distant Beilong City, her body had almost recovered and she immediately threw herself into her busy work.

Su Zhengyang was also busy. When the war started, he was busy almost every day. Little Hongan was left to be taken care of by Yang Qiyue's mother.

Despite her busy work schedule, Yang Qiyue always keeps her responsibilities in mind. No matter how busy she is at work, she will try to go home early to be with her children.

As the son of Su Zhengyang and the apple of Yang Jiakai's eye, Xiao Hongan has become a priceless treasure in the family since he was born. Everyone revolves around him and dotes on him. His big black eyes and pink little face can always easily melt everyone's heart. His family takes good care of him, fearing that he will make the slightest mistake.

However, due to this excessive pampering, Xiao Hongan gradually developed some spoiled habits. He became dependent on people's arms, and would cry loudly once they left, which made Mrs. Yang, the elderly grandmother, feel a little helpless.

Therefore, in order to take better care of Xiao Hongan, she specially invited Yang Qiyue’s childhood wet nurse, Liu Xiujuan, from her home.

Liu Xiujuan is an experienced wet nurse who is gentle and very patient.

She has worked in the Yang Mansion for more than 20 years, and treats every young master as if she were her own child. Moreover, she has never been married and has no children, and has devoted all her efforts to these children. Yang Jiakai and his wife trust her very much and regard her as their own family member.

This morning, the sun was shining brightly and the breeze was not dry.

Liu Xiujuan was carrying a basket, ready to go to the market to buy fresh ingredients. However, she did not go directly to the market as usual, but deliberately took a detour. She looked back from time to time to make sure no one was following her. After making sure it was safe, she walked into an ordinary house on Xuan'an Road in Beilongcheng.

In the courtyard of the residential building, a middle-aged man wearing a worn blue gown and glasses had been waiting for a long time. His face was a bit vicissitudes, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light, as if he could see through people's hearts. When Liu Xiujuan walked into the house, he immediately greeted her and led her into a more private room.

The room was dimly lit, with only a yellow oil lamp flickering a weak light. The middle-aged man lowered his voice, with a hint of nervousness and seriousness in his voice: "Xiujuan, there is a new order from above, asking you to contact No. 1 as soon as possible."

"The middle-aged man's words revealed a terrifying message. Liu Xiujuan, this seemingly gentle and kind, ordinary nurse, turned out to be the chess piece Night Owl who had been buried in the northern border for ten years! She remained calm, just nodded gently, and responded: "I understand, I will get in touch with No. 1 as soon as possible."

The middle-aged man nodded and continued to remind him, "Now in Beilong City, the intelligence network of the Northern Frontier Central Bureau has been perfected to an extreme. We may face the situation of exposing our identities at any time. So in the future, we should try to have less contact to avoid unnecessary trouble."

Liu Xiujuan nodded silently, keeping the middle-aged man's words in mind. She knew that although she had a gentle and kind appearance, she must always remain vigilant and calm.

Half an hour later, Liu Xiujuan walked out of the residence. She still had a gentle smile on her face, as if everything that had just happened was just an ordinary meeting. However, only she knew that in this half hour, she had successfully completed the communication with No. 1 and obtained a new task.

She carried her basket and walked to the market as if nothing had happened.