Chapter 250: Attention from all sides

At 1 pm, a 747 jumbo jet full of passengers took off from the runway of the Capital International Airport and flew southwest. 

This is an Air China flight bound for Pakistan. Zhou Ming is on board, and after a short stopover in Pakistan, he will fly to the Middle East on another flight.

Zhou Ming was sitting in a window seat, and all around him were bald heads. Despite being on an airplane, his Desert Squad still surrounded him firmly, faithfully carrying out their orders to protect him and prevent any danger. Zhou Ming felt that this was unnecessary, but he didn't want to hurt the good intentions of these warriors.

In the airport, Su Han watched the huge 747 passenger plane gradually disappear into the sky. Her head was raised high, as if Zhou Ming's plane had never left the sky.

Her friend Du Peng couldn't bear to watch any longer: 'I mean, Han, if you care so much about him, why don't you go to the Middle East with him? With the protection of the Desert Squad, I don't think anything will go wrong.'

Su Han shook her head gently and said, 'He's not going to the Middle East for a holiday, and there's about to be a war there. I've even heard that it is a place where women are extremely disrespected and unfriendly. So I don't want him to come and distract me when it's already so difficult for me. I can only be a help to him, never a burden!'

'Alas! I can't help but say that Zhou Ming is really quite lucky to have a woman like Xiaohan who is so dedicated to him,' said Du Peng with emotion.

'In fact, I feel that he has saved me. I know that without him, my life would have been a completely different story. So even if I give him my whole life, I'm afraid it won't be enough,' said Su Han.

Meanwhile, in the Jingyuan Pavilion of Zhongnanhai, Yang Dingguo and Du Zhongyuan were playing chess when Lin Zekang walked in.

'Yang Lao, Chairman Du, just ten minutes ago, the flight Zhou Ming was on took off from Capital Airport. According to the flight schedule, his plane will arrive in Pakistan at around 7:00 p.m. tonight arrive in Pakistan, where he will make a brief stopover before continuing on a direct Gulf Air flight to Saudi Arabia, with Zhou Ming's small team of desert warriors providing him with escort protection.' Lin Zekang reported to Yang Dingguo and Du Zhongyuan.

After hearing Lin Zekang's report, Yang Dingguo and Du Zhongyuan did not react at first, but after waiting for a while, Yang Dingguo looked up and asked, 'Comrade Zhongyuan, what do you think?'

'If if he succeeds, it will definitely be very good news for us. Not only will it allow us to find out the truth about the Americans, and create some trouble in their country. At the same time, our arms can also be sold to the Gulf, which is a good thing that kills three birds with one stone.' Du Zhongyuan said Here he paused for a moment and continued, 'If there is one thing to worry about, I'm afraid it is whether he can convince those people in the next few days.'

Lin Zekang picked up where Du Zhongyuan had left off and said, 'Yes, sowing discord and then watching the battle from the sidelines is easy to say, but to actually do it with just one's mouth is really more difficult than climbing to the sky. At least I don't have that ability.'

Yang Dingguo laughed He smiled and said, 'But if he really has the ability to do it, then whether it's us, the United States, or Iraq, he will treat us all as pawns! But more importantly, these pawns like us will have to do exactly as he says. is that we, the pawns, have to do exactly as he says. What an interesting little guy!'

Yang Dingguo's was joking, but to Du Zhongyuan and Lin Zekang, it was undoubtedly like a bolt from the blue: to treat a war as a chessboard and several major powers as chess pieces to be played with, what kind of heart and ability does one need!

But what what really scared them was that they had watched Zhou Ming grow up. When they first met him, he didn't seem to be very outstanding. Maybe his psychological quality was good, and his vision was was a little higher than the average person, but overall he could not be called a genius. The problem was that he was able to overcome obstacles all the way until he reached this point.

'With someone like this, the world is not lonely. Perhaps he can fulfil the ideals that we can no longer see, and see the outside world too,' Yang Dingguo said .

In her San Francisco villa, Lin Muqing is washing vegetables in the kitchen. Even though the vegetables bought from the supermarket have been carefully selected, Lin Muqing still has to wash them in a basin over and over again. To use a fashionable saying a fashionable phrase from the modern world, she is not washing vegetables but loneliness. After all, to her, it was only a few days since she met Zhou Ming, and he had already run away again. Although Lin Muqing supports him very much, she will still feel a bit lost.

Suddenly, behind her came the sound of footsteps. It was Tang Ran running in. Lin Muqing turned around and saw Tang Ran saying to her with great joy, 'Cousin Muqing, I just received an email from the mainland!'

This news instantly cleared the gloom on Lin Muqing's face. She asked happily, 'Did Su Han send it? What did she say? Is there any new news from Zhou Ming?'

Tang Ran nodded nodded vigorously, 'Yes, it's news about Ming. Sister Han said in the email that Ming just got on a plane and left Beijing, officially setting off for the Gulf!'

Lin Muqing was originally very happy, but after hearing what Tang Ran said, she suddenly felt a lump in her throat. This made her immediately put down the vegetables she was washing and rush over to the study with Tang Ran.

And in the villa living room, Tang Ran's adoptive father, Tang Jun, was feeling very helpless. Looking at the luggage on the sofa next to him, he couldn't help but lament in his heart that women are naturally more outgoing. Obviously, he was the one leaving, but Tang Ran still considered him himself as a father. But now that he is about to leave, she doesn't even try to make sure he is well fed, but is instead very concerned about that Zhou Ming.

The thoughtful little cotton-padded jacket is not that caring sometimes!

Tang Jun thought helplessly in his heart, but he, the father, was not really jealous of Zhou Ming. After all, seeing Zhou Ming so outstanding, he was also happy that his daughter could find happiness.

In the In the White Mountain Manor in Braintree, Massachusetts, the patriarch of the Adams family, Christo, sat in his study. He looked out at the snow-covered landscape, his heart as dark as the sky above him. Suddenly, his butler came in and told him some news that made his already bad mood even worse.

He waved his hand and told the butler to leave. He then picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number. After the call was connected, he said, 'Karl, I think we really should end the pointless bickering in Congress as soon as possible!'

In response to Kr to that, Karl was surprised and said, 'I don't understand, why do you say this is a meaningless argument? Don't you know that what we are about to face is an unprecedented high-tech war? This war will be enormous. If we don't get Morgan and those idiots in California on board, we'll have to pay tens of billions of dollars more in military expenses. Do you understand?'

'But we will also be the ultimate beneficiaries, won't we?' Christo emphasised.

Carl was silent for a while, and then asked, 'My friend Christo, don't tell me the reason for your haste is that Chinaman Zhou Ming.'

'I'm sorry to tell you, but that's the reason!' said Christo. 'I just got the news that he took a plane back to his country yesterday, just when those damned members of Congress were opposing the sharing of military expenses. This is very unusual. I think he must have a plan against us. If we don't start the war soon, there will be unpredictable consequences, I'm sure of it!'

'I think you're too much, my friend.' Karl said, 'I think the Chinaman is probably just homesick. You know how they are in the Far East – they always have a special attachment to the land.'

Christof said firmly 'This is impossible, my friend Karl, please believe me. We must start the war as soon as possible, or there will be trouble. I swear in the name of the Addams family that this is absolutely no joke!'

Karl was silent once again. . He understood that Christo had sworn an oath in the family name, which was very serious, so he must not have been joking. Carl thought for a moment and said, 'Well then, my friend, you have sworn sworn, I have to promise you. Just the thought of Morgan and those smug, ugly faces of the Californians makes me so sick that I can't eat!'

Having received Karl's answer, Christo let out a sigh of relief. He looked out the window, but his heart was still racing: I hope it's not too late!

However, neither Christo nor Karl knew that at that very moment, somewhere on a plantation in Virginia, a man surnamed Morgan was also holding a copy of the itinerary for Zhou Ming in his hands. upward and said with a smile, 'This is really an interesting Chinese person, actually thinking about going to Iraq personally to convince that war maniac? This courage is admirable, but let's see how far you can really get!'

Zhou Ming didn't know that his every move was being watched so closely. Of course, even if he had known, he would have been fine with it.

At the moment, lying on his seat, fast asleep. After all, he had flown 15 hours from San Francisco to Beijing, had a brief reunion with Su Han, and then immediately flew to the Middle East. He had literally flown halfway around the world in two days, and the fatigue was indescribable.

After a six-hour flight to Pakistan. Zhou Ming got off the plane, stretched his legs for a while, and then boarded the flight to the Middle East.

However, Zhou Ming did not know that among all the people who cared about his itinerary, there was someone who could change his future, and that was US President Walsh.

Here, as soon as Zhou Ming boarded a flight to the Middle East, in the White House, the US President's National Security Advisor Brent immediately sent a report to Walsh: 'The flight of the Chinese Zhou Ming has been locked down by us, Mr. President, do we need to take action?'

Walsh held the report, and asked, tapping the table a few times, 'Do we really have to do this? Or do you think there's a real chance he could change the course of the war?'

Brent grimaced and shook his head. 'I'm sorry, Mr President, but I'm afraid I can't answer that question. You're the President, and I'm just your assistant for security matters.'

'But you do have the right to express your own opinions, don't you?' Walsh asked again.

Brent knew there was no way to avoid . He thought for a moment and then replied: 'Very well, Mr President. I think that since he was able to convince other consortia to join in pressuring us on the military spending issue through Governor Edwards, he is now so confident about going to Iraq , he must have other means. Although I don't think he can really help Iraq win this war, we still need to eliminate all possible negative factors that may affect the war.'

After hearing Brent's answer, Walsh nodded, then turned and picked up the phone on the desk: 'Get me General Norman, Commander of the Gulf Front. I ordered him to immediately deploy the air force to intercept a flight from Pakistan to Iraq. The specific data will be sent to the front line immediately...'