RPAGF Chapter 1067 I don't care who you are, just blow them up!
Chapter 1067 I don't care who you are, just blow them up!
On the tree-lined avenues of the Darian Naval Base, the night was equally dark, with only the sparse streetlights casting a faint, dim yellow glow, which stretched the shadows of the sycamore branches long and dappled the ground. When the wind blew, the shadows swayed gently, exuding a quiet eeriness.
A wheeled armored vehicle had just started up, black smoke billowing from its exhaust pipe, and was about to move forward. Just as the vehicle's wheels had turned half a circle and hadn't completely left its position...
"Boom...!!"
A muffled thud exploded behind the armored vehicle, followed by a flash of fire. The blast wave sent dirt and bits of grass flying into the air, then crashing down onto the roof and hood.
The armored vehicle braked suddenly, and the people inside were thrown back and forth.
"Damn it! Old Wang, are you crazy?!" Not far away, Secretary Liu, who had just caught up, was pushed back by the blast wave. Looking at the somewhat disheveled armored vehicle ahead, belching smoke, and the burly figure beside it who had just finished throwing the weapon and was brushing the dust off his hands as if it were nothing out of the ordinary, he was so anxious he almost jumped up. He shouted in a low voice, "Who told you to use this! What if it blows up and kills us?!"
Old Wang's burly figure emerged from behind a tree, his hand still in a throwing stance, his face bulging with fat, his eyes glaring fiercely at the grass-green armored vehicle, cursing under his breath:
"These are the ones who dare to play dirty tricks right under my nose!!"
"Are you fucking stupid! The 'Scavenger' plan is fishing! It's about following the trail! It's not about blowing up the 'vine,' much less about smashing the 'melon' that might just be passing by or being used!"
"If you throw that grenade and something really happens to someone, the line will break! How are we supposed to continue the investigation then?"
"Cut it off my ass! Do you think I don't know what my brother is researching?"
Old Wang pulled out an oversized revolver from his waist, and his left hand casually ran over the magazine, making a malicious clicking sound.
"Take a closer look at that car, see what it looks like!"
Secretary Liu also pulled a large black gun from his back pocket, cocked it, and then looked up.
The heavy bulletproof doors of the genuine military armored vehicle remained completely intact. The steel plates on the side of the vehicle were scratched and marked with some glaring white spots by the smoke and debris from the explosion, but the overall structure was undamaged.
The rear wheel, which was closer to the explosion point, was slightly dented by the blast wave and a few pieces of debris, but it was not completely disabled; the vehicle only tilted slightly.
The explosion was quite loud, but the actual damage to the armored vehicle was rather limited.
"Hey, that's damn sturdy!" Old Wang looked at the armored vehicle that had only wobbled a bit and had a few scratches, but instead of being disappointed, he grinned and muttered a compliment.
"As expected of my brother, everything he makes is top-notch! This iron turtle shell is tough enough!"
"How about that? Don't call me stupid! I have brothers to back me up! Besides, I'm good at throwing. I just want to scare them a little, maybe break a headlight or a tire or something, stop them, and hear the noise. Let these guilty bastards know what's what!"
"If it were a small car, do you think I would throw it like that?"
"I may be fierce, but I'm not stupid!"
"Pah! You just weren't prepared! If you had an RPG-43 anti-tank grenade, you would have thrown it too, wouldn't you?"
The two bickered as they shuffled closer to the armored vehicle.
"Hehe, with Little Maid Number Two, who needs that thing anymore!"
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The story begins a few hours earlier.
After Deputy Political Commissar Chang's attempt to "disappear without a trace," Vice Minister Qiu from Beijing finally calmed down and decided to first find out the details of his opponent.
What he wanted to investigate was naturally the key figure who had given him a hard time and caused Deputy Political Commissar Chang to "disappear"—Jiang Xia.
However, Jiangxia's archives are not so easily moved.
Not to mention that this kid's file has already been protected by the relevant comrades, under the current system, cadre personnel files are strictly "owned by the unit".
Jiang Xia's personnel file was under the jurisdiction of the First Ministry of Machine Building, and his core personnel file was currently safely stored in the confidential archives room of the First Ministry of Machine Building.
How can one access a file that is clearly under close scrutiny across systems and ministries?
Unless you have an official coordination letter bearing the official red seal of a central or higher-level authority.
Vice Minister Qiu certainly has the ability to obtain similar items, but given his shrewdness, he would never easily leave such a straightforward and traceable "tail".
But the old fox has his own tricks.
If official files can't be accessed, are there no other ways to learn about a person's value, abilities, and network of relationships?
Of course there are.
For example, work evaluations, project meeting minutes, and the signature pages of important technical reports and drawings.
Although these documents are not formal personnel files, they often more truthfully and directly reflect a technician's ability level, contribution, interpersonal relationships within the project team, and degree of importance attached to them.
Let's leave aside the technical reports and drawings for now and just talk about the work evaluation.
Logically speaking, this job evaluation doesn't need to be written in such detail, but you can't help it because there's a meticulous future bigwig at the Darian Naval Training Base—Liu Huaqing!
This veteran comrade was never the kind of leader who only made empty promises and reaped the rewards. He was sincere and fair in rewarding and punishing. He remembered all the scientific research projects and work that Jiang Xia participated in at the naval base. Every time he reported on his work, wrote technical reports, or compiled meeting minutes, he would put Jiang Xia's name first and clearly mark Jiang Xia's contributions.
Over time, Jiang Xia's name and related information can be found everywhere in the various technical reports preserved in the base.
Uh, wouldn't you say this is a case of good intentions gone wrong?
Anyway, when Lao Qin, Vice Minister Qiu's capable subordinate, saw the cardboard box that was half a person tall in front of him, he was completely stunned!
Qin, Vice Minister Qiu's capable assistant, always puts the leader's needs first and thinks what the leader thinks.
With their exceptional initiative and their status as representatives of "above," they used the pretext of "cooperating with higher authorities in their research to understand the overall situation of young technical backbone personnel" to demand that the base provide "an evaluation of Comrade Jiangxia's work performance during his time at the base and related technical work records."
This request sounds reasonable and falls within the scope of routine work.
In addition, most people in the base were busy with "deep summaries" and "writing reflections" at the time, leaving them no time for anything else.
The staff in the relevant archives did not think too much about it at the time, and they did not expect that there was a different intention behind this seemingly routine access.
Old Qin's seemingly proper but actually forceful negotiation, coupled with Vice Minister Qiu's invisible pressure, actually allowed him to succeed.
When the staff in the archives, following instructions, brought out the half-person-high cardboard box filled with technical reports, meeting minutes, proposals, signature pages, and other documents related to Jiangxia, the slight smugness that had just appeared on Lao Qin's face instantly froze:
"I just need that Jiang kid's work certificate! Why did you bring all this stuff out for me?"
Old Qin stared at the box full of stuff, a little bewildered!
The comrade in charge adjusted his glasses, glanced at the cardboard box, and said in a flat tone with a barely perceptible hint of aloofness: "This is nothing, Comrade Qin. This is just the written process record and some non-classified reports. If we include the specific technical drawings led or participated in by Engineer Jiang, the collaborative design drafts fed back from the Seventh Research Institute of the Navy, the principle verification diagrams, and so on..."
He paused for a moment: "That might require calling in a truck, and you'd need a higher level of approval."