"Yang Jian refused Professor Wang's plan."
Very soon, the temporary command center outside Dachang City had heard the conversation between Wang Xiaoming and Yang Jian.
"Nonsense."
Cao Yanhua slammed his fist onto the table. "He should obey the arrangements. This concerns the life and death of an entire city. He shouldn't be so reckless."
"Yang Jian has always been like this. I said he wouldn't agree to Professor Wang's plan. I understand him; he has his own ideas. But there's no use talking about that now. Yang Jian is already acting, so we can only trust him," Zhao Jianguo said.
"You understand him that well. How likely do you think he is to succeed?" Li Jun, the special operations captain beside him, asked.
Zhao Jianguo said, "A hundred percent. Failure is impossible."
"You trust him that much?" Li Jun was somewhat surprised.
"Because this can only succeed; it cannot fail. If it fails, Yang Jian will die too. Since he dared to act, it means he has a great deal of confidence. I believe that," Zhao Jianguo said.
Cao Yanhua said, "Now we can only wait for good news from Yang Jian. Is the item ready?"
"It's outside," Zhao Jianguo said.
"Let's take a look."
Cao Yanhua walked out, and the others followed.
They arrived at a tent guarded around the clock by special personnel. It was completely empty except for a large golden box in the middle, which was especially conspicuous.
Several tons of gold had been used, and it was five centimeters thick. Once welded shut, the box would be no different from a solid block of iron. It would be impossible to open.
This was the coffin prepared for the Starvation Ghost Incident in Dachang City.
"That ghost thing has it easy, getting to sleep in a