Beijing, the Palace of Nourishing the Heart, the pouring rain shrouded the entire Forbidden City, and everywhere there were streams formed by rainwater. In the Heart Cultivation Palace, Liu Jun moved a chair alone, sat at the gate of the hall, and watched the rain dripping from the eaves.

A small black dot appeared in the rain, and Liu Jun, who saw this black spot, stood up from his chair at once, and then came to the position and sat down, and after a few minutes, a small black dot appeared in front of the palace gate. From under the umbrella, a figure emerged, and this person was Zheng Mei, the current head of the Intelligence Bureau.

"Your Majesty, Yan Fu is coming back to the secret telegram." Zheng Mei, who walked in front of Liu Jun, took out a document from her waterproof briefcase and put it on the table.

Yan fu. Didn t he lead the fleet to mexico, how could he give himself a secret telegram thinking of this liu jun took the telegram from the table at once.

Give a shot to the Mexican military port, what does this mean, Liu Jun, who looked at the message, put down the message in his hand suspiciously.

This telegram was a secret telegram from Mexico from Yan Fu, and the secret telegram said one thing, that is, a request that when he left Mexico, he could fire two shots at the Mexican side.

fired two cannons, Liu Jun seemed to be a little puzzled about why he wanted to open the cannons, what did this mean, what was it for, and let Yan Fu see the two cannons.

"Look, what does Yan Fu mean by this?" I saw Zheng Yiqian go to eat and come back. Liu Jun handed the message on the table to Zheng Yiqian.

Zheng Yiqian, as the director of the Supervision Bureau and the secretary of the empire, has the right to give Liu Jun food in the canteen.

Hearing Liu Jun call herself, Zheng Yiqian put down the plate in her hand, and then took the telegram from the table.

"You don't understand?" Zheng Yiqian, who took a look, smiled.

I really don't understand, if I understand, I won't ask, Liu Jun nodded and thought in his heart.

"What he means is that now, our relationship with Mexico is so stiff, do we want to make a little move and show the United States."

In a word, hearing Zheng Yiqian say this, Liu Jun immediately understood the true meaning of this message.

Extrapolating from common sense, indeed, because of the events in Mexico. His relationship with Mexico is not very good, and he wants to teach Mexico a lesson, but this time, Liu Jun does not plan to do this, this matter has nothing to do with Mexico. It was he, the United States, who provoked it. In other words, Mexico has made some reparations. There is no need to expand this matter yourself.

At present, the United States does not show any suspicion about this matter, so Liu Jun feels that there is no need to do so.

Liu Jun admits that he likes the chaos of the big countries in the world, but the premise of any chaos is that there is a degree, that is, an appropriate amount, and once this amount is exceeded, it is estimated that what you get will be counterproductive.

"No need. According to the plan, they were asked to wait for Li He's notice after carrying the weapons, and then return to Lushun. Liu Jun, who filtered things through in a few clicks, opened his mouth to Zheng Yiqian beside him.

It's because I didn't think it through. Huo Quai, the commander of the battleship Taizhong, Yan Fu, who was sitting in a chair, looked at the telegram from Beijing in front of him, and thought of it in his heart embarrassedly.

Yan Fu is also kind, and giving Mexico a few runs here can indeed increase the complexity here, but there is one point, that is, it is easy for the United States to get involved in this problem again.

Now, the United States has stabilized, and is smug and happy on the side, looking at the contradictions between the Holy Chinese Empire and Mexico, if its own fleet fires now, it will be easiest for the Americans to see, and it will also be able to test Liu Jun's meaning, therefore, Yan Fu's plan can only be a one-sided plan, but it is not comprehensive.

"Chief of Staff, what did the marshal say?" Captain Huo Qubing was silent when he saw where Yan Fu was, and stepped forward and asked.

"What does the marshal mean, we will wait for the order from San Francisco, USA, and then return together."

Relieved, the captain who heard this nodded immediately.

Woowoo....... San Francisco Naval Harbor. In the office of the battleship Hongzhang, the light on the mast was illuminating the dock, and on the dock, more than a hundred coolies, sweating, carried baskets of coal onto the ship, and then returned again.

I'm going back tomorrow, and it's been almost a week here, Li He, who put down his Chinese pieces, thought to himself after looking up at the dark night sky.

"Did you send a message to Yan Fu?" Li He, who withdrew his gaze from the night sky, looked up and asked the adjutant in front of him.

"It's been delivered, they've called back, they've left Mexico and are heading towards the meeting point." The adjutant didn't think about it, but looked up and said.

It has already come out, so to speak, the day after tomorrow, he will be able to meet them, thinking of this, Li He got up from his chair and walked to the chart.

"Inform the fleet to leave tomorrow at twelve o'clock at noon, and in addition, prepare a banquet. We want to give a return salute to the US Pacific Fleet. “

"Understood." The adjutant nodded, then turned and walked out.

Command of the Pacific Fleet. Barton, the commander of the U.S. Pacific Fleet, who was sitting in his chair, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he finally greeted the light.

During this time, he was cautious, he had his considerations, his troops were insufficient, and the ships were not the opponents of the Beiyang Naval Division. The strength is not on the equal route, and he is worried that the Beiyang Naval Division will make a move.

During this time, his hope was to let the Beiyang Sailor leave here, but what he didn't expect was that the Beiyang Sailor had no intention of leaving here at all, and stayed here all the time. Dead or alive.

Until yesterday afternoon. The Beiyang sailors just sent a telegram, they were about to leave here, and when Barton heard the telegram, he felt as if he had dropped more than a thousand pounds of stones. Immediately, he sent a telegram to Washington, asking for instructions, and Washington seemed to be worried about this matter, and actually replied in less than half an hour, that is, to allow them to leave here.

The good days came, and Barton, who walked to the wine shelf, poured a glass of red wine, and then thought to himself.

At the White House, night lights illuminate the entire White House presidential office.

Green was working overtime in the office again, but today, he worked overtime, which was voluntary in his heart.

Green was happy that the big guy in San Francisco had finally left, which proved that Liu Jun didn't have any conspiracy to let the Navy come here this time, they were just visiting here on a routine basis.

These days, what I'm worried about is that Liu Jun is going to do it. Now it seems, it's all redundant.