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    "What did you say?" Ajinuo's hand holding the phone trembled and he almost threw the phone away. "You said it again!"

    Guard Captain Gasmin said again, "Report to the President that there are rebels gathering outside Malaca?ang Palace."

    Ajinuo¡¯s head was buzzing. As for coups, he didn¡¯t know how many times they had happened since the founding of the People¡¯s Republic of China, but this was the first time since he came to power. He was a little panicked.

    When Al saw Ajinuo's pale face, he knew something was wrong, and asked in a deep voice: "What happened?"

    Ajinuo was clever and shouted: "How many rebels are there?"

    "Da da!!!"

    "Da da!!!!!"

    ¡°Boom!!!!¡±

    At this time, the gunfire suddenly became intensive, mixed with violent explosions. Gasmin shouted anxiously: "President, President! There are three to four hundred rebels, using large personnel carriers, command vehicles, radio stations and automatics."  Weapons have begun to attack the presidential palace!¡±

    "boom!"

    The door of the office was slammed open, and the State Secretary rushed in with a pale face: "Mr. President, the rebels not only attacked the presidential palace, but also surrounded several radio stations, television stations and national news agencies. Two of them have been captured.  into the hands of the rebels.¡±

    Aguino's body swayed, and then most of the cabinet members, including the security adviser, the interior minister, and the intelligence minister, ran in in a panic. Without saying a word, they just stared at Aguino, expecting him, and waiting for his decision.  .

    Ajinuo took a deep breath and tried to calm down, because he knew that if he couldn't calm down, he would be completely ruined.  So he raised his hand calmly and motioned for everyone to sit down.

    "Please believe that I will not leave, because this is the place where I should stay. I have not forgotten my predecessor and what happened after he left Malaca?ang Palace."

    Aquino turned around and walked to the large teak desk and sat down. Intelligence Minister Tuxon quickly handed over a case file: "The direct initiator and commander of the mutiny has been generally identified as Melka."

    Ajinuo, who had just sat down, suddenly stood up on his chair. The heavy and wide desk was shaken by his impact, and the table legs scraped against the ground with a harsh sound.

    "How is that possible!" For Ajinuo, whoever rebelled, he didn't believe it was Melka.  Because Santos is the person he trusts most, and Merca is Santos' brother-in-law. Without Santos's existence, how could he put Merca in such an important position and control the strength of an army group.  What¡¯s even more frightening is that Santos is on a mission to rescue hostages in Mindanao. So is there any shadow of Santos behind this coup?  If not, it was such a coincidence that after Santos left here, Melka launched a coup, but he still looked at Tuxon with hope.

    Takson understood the meaning in Agino's eyes, shook his head slightly and said: "There are no signs of military mobilization in the Capital Military District. I suspect that this matter has nothing to do with Chief of Staff Santos. He may have been placed under house arrest by Melka."

    Ajinuo let out a long breath. If there are no signs of military mobilization in the Capital Military District, then the possibility of Santos' rebellion can be ruled out.  After all, Santos, as the top commander of the army, has been stationed in the Capital Military District, and most of them are Santos' cronies. If Santos really rebelled, there would be no need to mobilize troops from Mindanao to Manila.  As long as the troops of the Capital Military Region are mobilized, the guards of Malaca?ang Palace will not be able to withstand the attack at all, and without reinforcements, Aguino can only flee.  There is no need to mobilize troops in Mindanao at the risk of exposure.

    How did he know that the person who planned this coup was not Melka or Santos, but Yang Luo, a Chinese who he had never looked down upon.  Of course, he didn't even know that he was just a stupid pig in Yang Luo's eyes. He didn't want him to step down at all. He just wanted to create unrest and teach him a lesson so that he wouldn't have the chance to cause trouble in the South China Sea. He also allowed himself to fish in troubled waters and steal the gold.  Ship it out.  Otherwise, as long as he waits for a month, Guihu finds out about Santos's interpersonal relationship and launches a coup, Ajinuo will not have a chance to escape.

    Agino glanced at everyone, picked up the pen and paper on his desk, quickly wrote a line of words, folded it, and handed it to the secretary: "Go out through the safe door and go to the Rajinaldo Military Camp. Use  Give it to General Ramos as quickly as possible!" Then he looked at Al again. Now this old guy no longer has the arrogance and calmness he used to have, which made Ajinuo feel very relieved.  This old guy always turned his nostrils upward every time he saw him and didn't take him seriously, which made him dare not speak out.  When I saw the old guy today, he was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he couldn't help but feel resentful.  But he didn't dare to let Al stay here at this time. If something happened, the Yankees would never give up.??'s.

    "Ambassador Al, please leave too. I will have someone take you to the embassy safely."

    "Okay, okay!" Al nodded. He had wanted to run away for a long time, but without Ajinuo sending someone to protect him, how could he have the courage to run out rashly? If he encountered the rebels, he would shoot them indiscriminately.  If it collapses, that would be an injustice.

    The secretary put the note into his pocket, bowed respectfully and said, "Mr. Ambassador, come with me."

    Al didn¡¯t even say a polite word, and walked out in a panic, followed closely by his secretary.  After leaving the Presidential Palace, I saw the door in the distance bursting with flames, explosions, gunshots and screams.

    The secretary hurriedly ordered an officer guarding the presidential palace to send someone to follow him and take Ambassador Al back to the embassy.  The officer received the order and did not dare to delay. With a wave of his hand, he led a dozen soldiers to escort Al and the secretary into the car and sped towards the security gate.

    At this time, the gate of the Presidential Palace has become a hell on earth. There are corpses everywhere, and some corpses are still burning. The smell of burning corpses mixed with the smell of gunpowder makes people's stomachs twitch.

    Gasmin climbed into the middle of the guard soldiers and shouted: "Hold on, hold on, our reinforcements will be here soon."

    Suddenly, several black and round objects flew over. Gasmin's pupils shrank sharply, and he roared: "Get down, everyone get down!"

    "Boom, boom, boom"

    Fire shot up into the sky, and several grenades landed among the Guard soldiers and exploded loudly. More than a dozen Guard soldiers were lifted into the sky by the blast wave. Shrapnel mixed with gravel flew all over the sky, cutting through the air with a sharp whistle.  They got into their bodies one after another, exposing little bits of blood.

    Gasming shook his head, which was a little dazed from the shock. Seeing that the rebels had advanced more than 20 meters, he hurriedly shouted: "Quick, push out the roadblock truck and close the gate!"

    The guards soldiers had been beaten so hard that they could not lift their heads. After hearing Gasmin's order, several soldiers had just climbed up in the bunker when they were beaten into pieces by bullets all over the sky.

    ¡°Captain, the rebel firepower is too strong, we can¡¯t move.¡± An officer, with blood on his shoulder, crawled to Gasmin and shouted hissed.

    Looking at the densely packed rebels and his subordinates who had been beaten without any fighting spirit, Gasmin sighed in despair, with a trace of determination in his eyes. He grabbed his gun and checked the magazine. He was about to stand in the bunker.  When I got up, I heard a rumble of engines in the distance along the river road, and five armored vehicles and dozens of personnel carriers drove over quickly.

    Gasmin¡¯s eyes lit up and he shouted excitedly: ¡°Our reinforcements are coming.¡±

    At this time, the rebels were in chaos, and their firepower suddenly weakened. Gasmin suddenly jumped up in the bunker and roared: "Quick, push out the roadblock truck, don't let the rebels rush over."

    The morale of the Guards soldiers increased greatly, and they hurriedly pushed out the prepared roadblock truck. This was a mobile roadblock modified from the chassis of a truck. The heavy iron parts on the truck were welded into fences, which could be used to block the roadblocks in emergencies.  It can protect vehicles and pedestrians from unexpected attacks. It can be said that this kind of car is unique to the Philippines and has been around for decades.  Several roadblock trucks were connected end to end, sliding down the slope in front of Malaca?ang Palace in a heavy and powerful manner.  The already chaotic rebels were startled by the sudden roadblock truck. They could not see the dark behemoth clearly in the smoke and fire. They dodged left and right one by one, making them even more confused.

    They were fighting in full swing here. Yang Luo and the others had already arrived at the gate of the Intelligence Regulation Bureau. The madman dragged out a large snakeskin bag under the back seat and opened it. It was full of weapon parts, and there was even an anti-tank rocket launcher.  The madman stayed in the car to assemble the gun, and the others followed Yang Luo and opened the door and got out of the car.

    Yang Luo took out a cigarette and lit a cigarette, then looked up in the direction of Malaca?ang Palace: "Do you hear the sound of gunshots and explosions?"

    Xu Hang and others listened carefully outside, but heard nothing.

    Yang Luo laughed loudly: "It's too far away to hear, but I think it should be very lively there now. We'll go over and have a look after we finish taking care of things here."

    At this time, two capable young men, one tall and one short, ran out of the Intelligence Regulation Bureau building. The tall guy seemed very angry. He rushed to Yang Luo and kicked him hard.

    "Fuck, don't stay here, get out right now" He swallowed the words he didn't finish. A black hole of gun muzzle was already pressed against his head, and his ankle was struck by a powerful force.  Hold it with big hands.

    Yang Luo chuckled and said in English: "The fire is so strong, Master, let me put out the fire for you." After speaking, he heard a terrible sound of bone breaking when he exerted force with his five fingers, and the guy felt as if a big gun was being pressed on his ankle.  The iron pliers pinched it, and an unbearable pain passed through it.The sensory nerves were transmitted to the brain, and a shrill scream resounded through the night sky.

    The short young man's expression changed, he quickly took out a gun from his body, pointed at Yang Luo and pulled the trigger, only to hear a loud gunshot.  The short young man stared with incredible eyes, looking ahead. Blood overflowed from a deep bullet hole on his forehead, slowly covering his eyes. The whole world instantly turned blood red, and the color in front of his eyes slowly disappeared.  It lost its luster and became dark.  His throat was rolling, and he wanted to say something, but he could only make a gurgling sound. Finally, his body softened and he fell to the ground with a plop.

    Yang Luo put the gun on the tall young man's head: "Goodbye, friend!" This time he used Chinese.

    The tall young man¡¯s originally frightened eyes froze, and he shouted in shock: ¡°Are you Chinese?¡±

    Yang Luo grinned, pulled the trigger, and a gunshot rang out. The tall young man fell to the ground with unwilling eyes.  At this time, more than 20 people poured out of the gate of the Intelligence and Regulation Bureau office building, all holding submachine guns in their hands.

    Yang Luo suddenly turned around, poked his right hand into the car door behind him, then turned back again, carrying the anti-tank rocket launcher on his shoulders.
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