great-warnovel Chapter 207 Old traditions must not be lost, but carried forward!
Chapter 207 Old traditions must not be lost, but carried forward!
evening.
5:40.
The setting sun dyed the entire Datong Road a dark red.
Chen Zijun's convoy appeared at the intersection on time. There were two black Mercedes-Benz sedans. The one in front was the lead car, and Chen Zijun was in the other car.
The streets were quiet, with only a few vendors carrying loads and rickshaw pullers squatting by the roadside smoking.
No one noticed that the vendors had pistols hidden under their carrying poles, and the rickshaw drivers had submachine guns tucked under their rickshaw seats.
Shen Li squatted behind a wonton stall on the street corner, holding a bowl of wontons in his hand, his eyes fixed on the roof of the three-story Western-style building in front of him.
The window on the third floor was slightly ajar.
someone.
Shen Li put down the bowl, and quietly reached his right hand into his robe to grasp the gun handle.
At the same time, Ye Yingxue had already led six elite military intelligence officers to silently sneak up through the back door of the Western-style building.
This was someone Mo Lanzhi specially invited from Chen Zijun's side. Fearing something might happen, she invited Ye Yingxue, who had the highest martial arts and military skills and was also their instructor as special operations soldiers.
Make sure your young master is safe.
Ye Yingxue held a silenced pistol in her hand and moved as lightly as a cat.
First floor, clean.
Second floor, clean.
At the top of the stairs on the third floor, a man in a gray suit was moving towards the rooftop entrance with his back to her.
Ye Yingxue silently raised her hand and made a gesture.
Two MI6 agents pounced like ghosts, one covering the mouth and the other locking the throat, taking them down in three seconds.
Then, the rooftop.
Ye Yingxue kicked open the iron gate.
The sniper was lying prone on the edge of the rooftop, a modified Type 38 sniper rifle propped up on a pile of bricks, the muzzle pointed directly at the corner of Datong Road.
He turned around sharply at the sound and reached for the pistol at his waist with his right hand.
boom!
Ye Yingxue shot him in the right wrist, and the pistol flew out of his hand.
"Don't move." Ye Yingxue pointed the gun at his forehead, her voice icy. "Move even once, and the next shot will be to the head."
The sniper's eyes widened.
He never expected that he would be killed as soon as he set up his gun.
This is impossible!
Only five people knew their plan of action!
Damn it, those idiots in the military betrayed them again. He couldn't let himself be caught. Thinking of this, he tried to bite the poison in his teeth, but it was too late.
Ye Yingxue stepped forward, knocked the sniper unconscious with the butt of her rifle, and then threw the gun to the agent behind her.
"Tie him up, take out the poison from his teeth, and stuff his mouth with something."
Then she walked to the edge of the rooftop and looked down.
The convoy has entered the bend.
On the street, three figures in black trench coats darted out from the alleys on both sides, first throwing out countless shuriken, and then pulling out Nanbu pistols from their pockets.
But as soon as they stepped out of the alley, they realized something was wrong.
Suddenly, the peddlers carrying loads threw down their carrying poles and pulled out pistols from underneath.
The crouching coachman suddenly flipped up the seat and pulled out an MP18 submachine gun.
Shen Li stood up, pointing the Mauser C96 in his hand directly at the forehead of the leader in black.
Just as they were about to risk their lives to complete the mission, click click click, the pistol jammed!
"Don't move! General Staff Headquarters of the Chen Family Army!"
The three men in black were deathly pale.
It’s over.
It's all over.
The leader of the men in black gritted his teeth, reloaded his gun, and raised it to fire.
boom!
Shen Li shot the gun out of his hand.
"I told you, don't move."
Three men in black were tackled to the ground, their hands were tied behind their backs, and their mouths were stuffed with cloth.
The whole process took less than twenty seconds.
Chen Zijun pushed open the car door and got out.
He glanced at the three assassins bound like dumplings on the ground, then looked up at the rooftop.
Mo Lanzhi stood on the edge of the rooftop and nodded to him.
Get it done.
Chen Zijun gave a cold laugh.
Four assassins from a Class A ninja task force of the military, and that's it?
Sure enough, abandoning their ancestral skills isn't a big deal.
I thought I'd see something like a fireball technique or the Sharingan.
How boring!
He crouched down and reached out to pull the gag out of the mouth of the leader of the men in black.
"Speak," Chen Zijun said softly. "Who sent you? Details, everything."
The man in black gritted his teeth and remained silent.
Chen Zijun looked at him for a while, then stood up and said to Shen Li, "Leave it to Lanzhi. She has plenty of ways to get him to talk."
Shen Li nodded: "Yes."
"By the way, Li-ge'er, what about the Sassoon family...?"
"Don't worry, young marshal, you'll definitely see their whole family together tomorrow, even their illegitimate child will be right before your eyes!"
After half an hour.
The secret underground room of the Chen Mansion.
Mo Lanzhi walked in, with a few drops of blood on her hands.
"Young Marshal, you've spoken."
Chen Zijun put down his teacup: "Speak."
"Sassoon & Co. provided £500,000 to the Japanese military, which was transferred through its Bombay headquarters to the Japanese military attaché's office in Shanghai. The Japanese military attaché's office in Shanghai then dispatched a four-man action team to carry it out." Moranzhi paused, "But that's not all."
"What else?"
"That 'White Crane' confessed that the mastermind behind the Sassoon family was Felix Sassoon, the head of the Sassoon & Co.'s Shanghai office. He confessed that the Sassoon & Co. did more than just want to assassinate you. They also contacted the remaining intelligence network that was permanently stationed in Shanghai, as well as the Japanese military's military attaché's office in Shanghai. The three parties have reached a secret agreement."
Chen Zijun narrowed his eyes slightly.
"What agreement?"
"The agreement states: the three parties will join forces to launch a full-scale retaliation against Chen's army within a month. If the assassination succeeds, Sassoon & Co. will be responsible for economic blockade and financial support, while Chang's secret service and the Japanese military will be responsible for internal infiltration and assassinating all high-ranking members of Chen's faction..."
Chen Zijun leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.
The three parties joined forces.
Sassoon. Commonly known as. Japan.
The crackdown exposed their past misdeeds, and they finally couldn't sit still any longer.
"Interesting," Chen Zijun said softly.
Mo Lanzhi looked at him: "However, young master, there's something you might not know..."
"This was merely a private matter handled by the Japanese military's military attaché office in Shanghai. They pocketed 500,000 pounds sterling, using the pretext of special training to summon this action team. It wasn't an actual operation, so the Japanese military only conducted training. They knew nothing about any subsequent plans!"
Chen Zijun stood up, walked to the military map of the five southeastern provinces on the wall, put his hands behind his back, and remained silent for a moment.
Then he turned around.
"Sister Lanzhi, don't worry about that, just assume they know! Now pass on my orders—"
"Your subordinate is here."
"First, the bodies of the four assassins are to be delivered to the entrance of the Sassoon & Co.'s Shanghai office first thing tomorrow morning. Hold a press conference to tell them why the Sassoon family perished, and warn others to be careful in the future!"
"Secondly, send copies of that tripartite agreement to the British and American consulates. Let Barton and Cunningham see who their old friends, the Sassoon family, are doing business with."
"Third, have the old man, on behalf of the Southeastern Front Defense Force, send a telegram to the Japanese military headquarters, asking them whether they want to fight!"
A hint of excitement flashed in Mo Lanzhi's eyes.
"Understood!"
Chen Zijun walked back to the table, picked up his teacup, and took a small sip.
The Sassoon family is doomed! They deserve to be wiped out because of the Opium War.
Chang, the secret agent, was incredibly stupid to join forces with these people and lose his life for nothing. He deserved it!
The Japanese military, huh? You're just as good at managing your subordinates as they are. If you don't take the blame, who will?