This witch calls me daddy

Chapter 469 Storm at the dock
During the time when Lu Ye was serving as a local emperor in the presidential palace, the situation in the capital of this large Central and Southern country was deteriorating rapidly.

First, President Milavi blatantly ordered the military and police to violently suppress the demonstrators, causing the conflict to escalate rapidly, causing nearly a hundred deaths and injuries within a few days.

The resistance of the people also gradually intensified, rapidly changing from throwing stones and Molotov cocktails to rifles and rocket launchers, even blocking some roads and bridges, and engaging in fierce street battles with the military and police.

Lu Ye also led a team out for two rounds of reconnaissance, and found that these were obviously organized resisters, with some shadow of the northern tribes. They destroyed one or two strongholds, but they did not contribute much to the overall environment.

The president and his military staff knew that these people were the outposts of the northern tribes, paving the way for the upcoming rebels, but they were unable to do anything.

Because these people are lurking among ordinary people, and when they find an opportunity, they will pop out to cause trouble and shoot a few shots. It doesn't matter if they are allowed to fight, or if they don't fight.

Of course, I was beaten in the end, and the beating was all over the place.

The president also asked Lu Ye for help, but the attitude of the Western mercenary leader was: I am waiting for the manpower to arrive and prepare to solve the problem of the northern tribes. Before that, I can only protect the safety of the president's official residence - a business-like attitude of a working man. .

Just kidding, he won't get involved in local riots.

His inaction and the chaotic actions of the military guards only made the situation worse.

Lu Ye could feel that Diwang was either afraid or anxious.

So when Lu Ye walked into the presidential office, he saw two guards dragging the chief of staff out, leaving a bloody trail on the ground.

His newly calmed mood became ill again, and his hands were trembling.

But the control is not harmonious.

A convoy filled with hundreds of military police headed towards the dock area in the east of the city. Several urban areas it passed through had already fallen under the control of the president's supporters.

Diwang was startled, opened his eyes and looked at the two of them, feeling a little overwhelmed with the lollipop in his mouth.

After that, the military police opened fire.

When President Mirawi heard the news, he cursed and pulled out his pistol, and shot the chief of staff who was reporting the military intelligence on the spot.

Looking at his furious father, Lu Ye estimated that the family probably had hereditary mental anxiety.

"I want you to go and deal with them for me now! No matter who it is! If he disobeys my orders in my country and my city, he will die!"

Lu Ye sighed secretly and waved to Duha and Diwang: "Come with me."

When Duha saw this, he took out a lollipop from his pocket with a smile, peeled off the sugar coating, and stuffed it into Diwang's mouth.

Just this afternoon, the military guards entered the dock area while arresting suspects, but encountered fierce resistance. Two military vehicles were blown up, dozens of people were killed and injured, and they were beaten back in disgrace.

Diwang's whole body twitched when he saw this scene, and he closed his eyes in pain.

One shot at a time, cleanly.

Until this afternoon, Mr. President’s temper reached a peak.

Seeing the anxious president waving a pistol in front of him and giving orders, Lu Ye couldn't help but think:
If he refuses again, will he turn the gun on himself?
After that...just change another president?

……

Passing by an intersection full of roadblocks and burned debris, I happened to see a group of soldiers driving a few civilians in civilian clothes to a wall and making them stand facing the wall with their hands on their heads.

In the room, His Excellency the President raised his gun and cursed God and Earth. Duha stood aside and smiled with his mouth full of white teeth. Diwan's lips were trembling.

Lu Ye looked at this young man who didn't look like an official or a gangster, and asked, "You don't feel like a local."

Diwang shook his head dejectedly: "I... have studied at Western Union for many years. My father hopes that I can learn how to rule a country."

Lu Ye couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Oh, what happens next? Have you learned it?" Diwang shook his head and looked out the window: "I also want to help them, but I don't know how to make them believe in my father. They...are very difficult to communicate with."

Lu Ye was delighted: "Have you never thought that the problem might not be with them, but with your father?"

Dewan was speechless.

Of course he knew that there was something wrong with the presidency gained through the coup, but what could he do?

And, even if he wasn't his father, could someone else do better?
Hmm... He couldn't help but think of the former president...

"Mr. Marshall...is an excellent president."

Lu Ye had a strange look on his face: "You personally ousted him from power, but now you think about his good deeds?"

Dewan sighed.

Lu Ye stared at this young man. He was a person with vested interests, but he had a bit of the idealism of an overseas student. He had obviously learned Western Union's so-called dish cooking, but could not distinguish the essence from the dross, which was why he was so entangled.

Seeing that the convoy was about to arrive at the dock area, Lu Ye chuckled and said:

"Power is only responsible for the source of power. If your power comes from Western Union, you can only listen to your master and cannot please the people. If you want to satisfy the people, you'd better give the power back to them."

Diwang looked up in shock.

The vehicle had stopped, Lu Ye opened the door and got out.

……

There was a huge iron gate in front of him, with concrete stakes on the ground and sharp metal spikes to prevent any forced entry.

Lu Ye looked up and vaguely saw some peeping shots from a high point - there were observation posts and snipers. The guard here was quite tight.

He walked forward alone, behind him were the military and police vehicles that stopped one after another and the government troops who rushed down and aimed their guns, but he was looking around - and he didn't see any doorbell.

What he did at this time was very bold and pretentious, both in appearance and in reality... because the opponent most likely had multiple snipers targeting the gate. If someone was not afraid of confrontation and issued a life-or-death order, This mercenary leader will most likely receive a box lunch.

After waiting awkwardly for a while, a soldier finally walked out from behind the iron gate. He was wearing black clothes, black pants, black combat boots, a black bulletproof vest, and thick sunglasses. He looked very brave.

"The situation in the city is chaotic. In order to prevent thugs from trespassing into the dock area, the Donghuang Shipping Merchants Association has repeatedly stated that military control measures will be adopted in the dock area..."

Lu Ye interrupted without waiting for him to finish: "I'm here to see Mr. Li."

The other party looked at the armored vehicles and armed forces behind him with a solemn expression: "You come in alone."

Lu Ye curled his lips and shook his head: "Take three people with you."

So, Lu Ye took Ge Lin, Duha and Diwang into the dock area through a passage that could only be passed by one person.

Accompanied by the burly man, the five people walked along and saw the dense backlog of containers at the dock, the dock workers who still performed their duties, and the occasional impressive armed guard.

Diwang leaned behind Lu Ye and said softly: "It is said that the former president sold this place to Donghuang."

"It's a lease." The strong man leading the way corrected him without even looking back, "Donghuang is responsible for the expansion and renovation of the cargo terminal, and is responsible for the daily operation and maintenance of the terminal. This is a construction approved by the parliament. investment project.”

Lu Ye smiled and said nothing, then followed to the end of the pier, where he saw a super huge behemoth anchoring into the harbor accompanied by a pilot boat.

The 30-ton cargo ship, with a hull nearly 300 meters long, looks like a small island. Four pilot ships are holding its bows covered with buffer protection against the hull, and it is slowly moving toward the shore.

(End of this chapter)