A certain theater command center.
Bang!
"This is going too far!"
Lieutenant General Chen Weihua, the commander, slammed his hand down on the table.
The report sent by Consul Lin Qingquan, a diplomat stationed in the Republic of Jianpu, had filled him with rage.
He was normally calm and composed; otherwise, he could never have become the man in charge of an entire theater command.
But today, he simply could not remain calm.
According to the report, several thousand of their compatriots from the Hong Kong and Macau District had been lured to a hidden secret base in Jian Dong and forced into hard labor.
The enemy consisted of foreign drug traffickers—outright thugs.
That group was no simple matter. There were over a thousand well-equipped thugs, their bunker base was sturdy, machine-gun pillboxes surrounded the area, and there were even automatically aimed anti-aircraft gun emplacements.
There were reportedly highly explosive materials inside the bunker as well, with large stockpiles of fuel and the like. A large-scale assault was not advisable.
Their compatriots trapped there lived in dire misery every day, and nearly a hundred had already been killed.
There was no need to elaborate on the suffering endured by the female compatriots. Anyone could imagine it.
The girl who had come to deliver the news had only just reached adulthood. Even the medics could barely bear to examine her; there was not a single patch of uninjured flesh on her body.
The Zhonghua Family Ministry of Foreign Affairs immediately issued a stern condemnation to Jian Fang, accusing its government of poor governance and sheltering violent criminals.
They urged Jian Fang to send troops to resolve the matter.
Yet according to Consul Lin Qingquan, half a day had passed without any official notice from Jian Fang, much less any troops being