[Urban] The End of Dawn (Complete) - 13-15

In episode 13,

Feng Wu didn't understand what Gao Shan was saying, but she could tell from his tone that he had figured some things out, which put her at ease. She continued, “Judging from various circumstances, Tuoli might be making big moves in Africa. Their project with Dongxing might have ulterior motives, and the recent killing of a tribal chief who is allegedly colluding with them is too suspicious. These two events might be connected, and I think the best place to start the investigation is here.”

“That Lü Zhe, you’ve had contact with him, haven’t you?”

“Yes.”

“What kind of person is he?”

“He’s impulsive and lacks self-control. But when pushed to the limit, he becomes calm and decisive.”

“You think we should find him first?”

“Tuoli’s involvement in Dongxing’s project is unlikely to be accidental. It would be best to find out the inside story of this project. This Lü Zhe might know something; it would be ideal if we could learn some inside information through him. Tuoli’s attack on our project with Dongxing, and the theft of the Russian plane—these events are not isolated; they are definitely connected. Right now, our most advantageous and convenient area to investigate is Dongxing’s project.”

“We recently received intelligence that a batch of rare alloy materials has appeared on the black market in Somalia, which might be components from the stolen electromagnetic device.”

"Ah!"

Feng Wu was startled, then immediately said, "Send me."

"Do you know what my mission is?"

"No."

"All the files and documents for this operation have been destroyed. This operation never existed."

Gao Shan's face remained calm and composed. "My current mission is to take you back to China."

"Back to China? Then... what about the mission?"

"Didn't you hear me? The mission never existed. This was the decision of the Party Committee. This operation has failed, and the Ministry's intention is to minimize the losses. We've already suffered heavy losses. If the entire operation is exposed again, it will cause an international scandal, and some people will definitely have to retire early."

"Then... what will I do back there?"

"You'll most likely be sentenced to prison."

Like a thunderbolt, Feng Wu's face turned pale, but she couldn't say anything.

“That’s one possibility. Another possibility is that I found you in country E, but I couldn’t bring you back because you attacked me and the driver in the car right now. Then you jumped out and ran away, hiding somewhere, waiting for further orders.”

Gao Shan handed her a card.

“You…”

Feng Wu was completely stunned, speechless.

“You are the best student I’ve ever taught. I won’t give up on you.”

Gao Shan looked into Feng Wu’s eyes, and she nodded involuntarily. She had never seen Gao Shan’s eyes like that before, filled with a cold, unwavering determination.

“I… I don’t understand some things…”

Feng Wu said hesitantly.

“I know, about that intelligence source. But I can’t tell you. But that doesn’t stop you from making your own connections, right? You know about our recent vote in the Security Council, right?”

“A vote against. I know that.”

“Then why did we abstain on the Libya issue before?”

How would I know what those old men in the central government were thinking? Feng Wu muttered to herself. But thinking about it, Gao Shan couldn't possibly be talking nonsense. Could it be because my mission failed? Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck her, as if she'd grasped something.

"The situation in Libya is completely different from before. Gaddafi, while anti-American, is also anti-China. You could say he's anti-everyone except himself. The West has long hoped for his downfall, and many in the socialist and Third World camps of Asia, Africa, and Latin America dislike him, including us. But that's not enough to make us abandon such a pawn to contain the US. Strangely, back then we and Russia both abstained, allowing the French-led Odyssey Dawn to proceed smoothly; otherwise, Libya's situation would be the same as Syria's. And now, coincidentally, it's China and Russia, who abstained, that's causing trouble. Our hijacking operation failed, and our reputation is about to be ruined; Russia lost its plane, and its business is about to collapse. And now, they're firmly vetoing the resolution on Syria. Do you have any thoughts?"

"Could it be… a deal?"

Feng Wu realized she was sweating profusely.

To be honest, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration and realized the key point. Having worked in this industry for so many years, she knew that the only connection between nations was interest and trade. Regarding her mission: to seize nuclear technology and equipment. Could such a mission not involve a transaction of national interests? Would France so easily allow its unique technology to be stolen? And China's abstention vote gave France the green light.

"That's your association, not my opinion,"

Gao Shan said, but his expression was approving.

"China evacuated tens of thousands of people from Libya within a week, a speed that shocked the world. Anyone with eyes can see this was entirely pre-planned. Clearly, our government knew war was inevitable before it even started, so they prepared an evacuation plan long ago."

Feng Wu's inspiration struck, and her analysis became increasingly rapid.

"If this is true, how would our government know that a war was inevitable? This war is led by France, and the most likely explanation is that China and France reached some kind of deal, resulting in China abandoning the current Libyan government. France and the United States paid some price to ensure that China and Russia abstained from voting in the UN Security Council."

"Could this price include their own electromagnetic devices? China and France are staging a 'thief crying 'stop thief!' France deliberately leaked its nuclear technology intelligence to China, intentionally letting the Chinese seize it, thus providing an explanation to both China and Japan. Because this technology was originally intended to be shown to China, and France itself breached the agreement; now it's simply being returned to its rightful owner. As for Japan, it's just a pity; if it was stolen by pirates, it's just bad luck, not that I didn't fulfill the agreement. Through this, they can buy China's cooperation on the Libyan issue."

"Dongxing's iron ore project here might also be one of the conditions. We've always wanted to break the international iron ore encirclement, and now they've proactively loosened their grip, allowing us to gain a breakthrough in East Africa."

"And Russia, right, their arms deals with Country B. Country B is one of the Caribbean nations and a major oil producer in the world; the region has always been considered America's backyard. The current government of Country B is known for its opposition to the United States, and the US has always been quite annoyed by it. It's only because the current president of Country B is democratically elected and enjoys immense popularity domestically that the US hasn't openly taken action against him. Now, Russia is openly selling weapons to it, openly encroaching on America's traditional sphere of influence. The fact that the US hasn't intervened in such a serious provocation is definitely suspicious. This might be one of the concessions the US has made to Russia, and the cost of Russia's abstention vote must be significant."

"That's your speculation; I didn't say anything."

"After the vote, China and Russia discovered they'd been tricked when they were about to reap the rewards. Our electromagnetic equipment was hijacked halfway through, Russia's plane was lost, and the deal was on the verge of collapse. The West got what they wanted, while we and Russia ultimately got nothing. Ostensibly, it was Tuoli who did it, but it's possible that the West supported it behind the scenes. That's why we voted against it directly on the Syrian issue; it's a retaliatory signal to the West."

"That's your assumption; I didn't say anything."

“There’s a third party involved in the Dongxing project, that European family. Their role here might be to pass on intelligence; are they the intelligence source? According to currently available information, the Dongxing project uses technology from the Tuoli Group. This decision was likely at the request of the tribe, because it’s now known that Tuoli is colluding with them.”

“Could it be… that the European side made a mistake in intelligence transmission, leaking it to the Tuoli Group? Then they hijacked the ship, and then orchestrated the killing of the chief by the Dongxing people, bringing the entire project to a standstill… There’s an inside man involved. That European family must have someone bribed by Tuoli in the intelligence transmission chain. And this person is likely the one who orchestrated the chief’s murder. Lü Zhe! He might have had direct contact with this person!”

“Now what do you want to do?”

Gao Shan’s eyes gleamed with relief.

Feng Wu looked at Gao Shan, seemingly regaining her confidence and vitality: “Do you want me to punch you in the face?”

…

Dusk, behind a rusty, wrecked armored vehicle.

Lü Zhe didn’t know where he was, or if he was still in the city. In fact, he had no idea whether he had left Doktumo. Some parts of the city appear clean and tidy, giving the impression of an "urban area," but most of the rest is like wasteland, unimaginably backward and filthy. Like the shantytown where he's currently hiding, it's practically a refugee camp, with extremely poor conditions.

At least in Lü Zhe's view, this part of the "urban area" is no different from the wilderness.

Country E is an agricultural country, once honored as one of the world's poorest nations. Although a few areas have some mineral deposits, they can't extract them themselves, and their industry is extremely underdeveloped. It's said that camel meat is the currency in some areas, though it's unclear if that's true. Large shantytowns are a common sight in the city, interspersed with large areas of grayish-brown bungalows.

The area where Lü Zhe was now was even more outrageous, a scene probably never to be seen in China. Not only were there numerous shacks and small mud houses, but also scattered pieces of abandoned tanks and armored vehicles. These vehicles were completely rusted into scrap metal, with holes deliberately cut into their bodies for people to enter and exit. People lived inside, and underwear and vests hung to dry on ropes outside. Basins and buckets of water lay on the ground, and tattered clothes of various colors fluttered in the wind like small flags.

Not far away, the scene was even more spectacular: a mountain of various abandoned vehicles, trucks, cars, SUVs—you name it—were piled up, forming a wall. People were climbing up and down on them, and there were quite a few of them. It seemed many people had made their homes in those abandoned cars. Further on, there was a flat expanse of grassy plains and dirt roads; the asphalt roads disappeared here.

Was this a garbage dump? Or a slum? It was impossible to tell. But there were definitely pursuers behind him; that was the only thing Lü Zhe was certain of. Because that's where they grew up. If he could run this far, they could definitely catch him too.

In this area teeming with Black people, a person of Asian descent carrying a gun and running around would certainly be conspicuous. But he didn't want to throw away the gun; it gave him a sense of security.

When would his pursuers arrive? He didn't know. There were definitely many people chasing him. But so far, everything had gone smoothly. Maybe he had escaped? Maybe only temporarily. He had thought it would be difficult to escape, after all, this was Africa, a predominantly Black area. The pursuers could easily find him by asking around if anyone had seen an Asian person carrying a gun. But now he really didn't know where to run. He

never imagined he could run this far.

Honestly, if even one of those Black people watching him run around like a headless fly dared to shout "Catch him!", he wouldn't have made it this far. With so many people surrounding him, even if he had three heads and six arms, he couldn't escape. But those people seemed completely unfazed by his antics, no one bothering him. It was as if such a thing wasn't worth their fuss. He was waving his pistol around, and they just kept their distance, continuing with their own lives. Later,

he noticed some people also carrying guns, strolling the streets as if they were hoes. They weren't surprised to see him either, simply watching him pass before continuing on their way.

Perhaps in this area, people frequently carried guns, and the locals had become accustomed to it. This was unimaginable back home. Thinking of the heavily armed soldiers on the highways and the militiamen who often swaggered around with their guns, Lü Zhe felt his guess might be plausible. Like now

, some passersby glanced at him and continued walking, others didn't even look at him, and no one even called the police. There were even some small Black children, presumably from the area, peeking over with all sorts of expressions, but none of them seemed afraid.

Here, the law seemed nonexistent. People didn't seem to have any concept of it. Lu Zhe felt that even if he fired a few shots right now, no one would care. Of course, the same would apply to him.

What to do next? This was a big problem.

Going back was definitely out of the question. He had only known how to run frantically, and he still didn't have a clear understanding of what had happened.

He didn't kill anyone, he was certain of that. He originally just wanted to rush in and rescue Su Chen. He admitted that he was very impulsive at the time, his mind filled with the thought of fighting anyone who dared to stop him. But when he fought with the two bodyguards, he didn't kill them, even when they pulled out guns. He believed that he still had

self-control at the time.

But the black chief was dead. He knew he hadn't fired. But that guy was dead, dead inside the house. He must have been shot dead before he came in. As for the woman, he wasn't sure if the woman he saw was Su Chen. He had only seen a silhouette from a distance in the car and was sure it was Su Chen, but the woman in the house wasn't her. It was all his fault for having a preconceived notion.

He couldn't understand what the woman was shouting; it wasn't English or French, but judging from her expression, even an idiot could guess she was trying to pin the murder on him.

What was going on? Was it a coincidence? Was someone framing him? He was just a penniless, powerless ordinary Chinese citizen, not some big shot. Why would anyone want to frame him in this unfamiliar foreign land? Was it related to that mysterious woman? The things he did for Mickey Q—though he didn't quite understand the inside story, it was definitely something shady. Was it because of those things?

If so, then Hong Shitai… what was going on with this guy? He was the one who called him… Did he misjudge me? Or did he misjudge me too? That seemed unlikely. Where was Su Chen now? Was she alright?

Who killed that bastard chief? Although his death was gratifying, he was now being framed. The car accident case wasn't even over yet, and now this had happened. Even if all the company executives came together, they probably couldn't handle it. In short, this whole thing is incredibly strange. They say someone framed him, but he can't see any reason why someone would want to frame him. As for coincidence, he simply can't believe it.

Right now, shouldn't he try to contact the hotel first and see how things go? Anyway, he didn't kill anyone. The assault is unclear, but he has to stick to the fact that he didn't kill anyone. The real killer is still at large.

As long as the murder charge doesn't kill him outright, the company should be able to protect him. This incident has had a terrible impact. If he's really finished, the company's project with the other party will definitely be affected. Would the other party continue to cooperate with his brother's killer? For any reason, Lü Zhe feels the company won't abandon him, because his fate is now tied to the entire project.

He must find the real killer and clear his name; that's the only way out.

But how? All alone? Where could he possibly run to? Aside from predominantly white neighborhoods, almost no one here speaks English or French; it's mostly the local dialect, which he can't understand at all. He has no money or passport; forget about escaping, even survival is difficult. Besides, he doesn't even know where to go.

He'll think about these things later. This place doesn't make him feel safe; he should leave first. He'll try to contact his family later. After this incident, the local consulate probably won't be able to keep quiet.

Right, should he try contacting the Chinese consulate?

He thought about it again and again, but it still didn't seem safe. He had no confidence in the competence of China's diplomatic institutions; they couldn't even handle minor incidents like their own citizens being robbed, let alone something like this. Chinese people abroad shouldn't rely on their own embassies or consulates. If he went there and got arrested and sent back, that would be terrible. Besides, he only had the words "I didn't kill anyone," but no solid evidence to prove he was being framed.

Were the people chasing him police officers or someone else? What if he really couldn't escape and got caught? Would he be killed immediately? It was impossible to say. The chief died in his own house, and those two bodyguards outside really knew nothing?

Had he accidentally stumbled upon some conspiracy?

Lu Zhe thought and thought, only to realize he knew nothing. But strangely, even though he was very nervous, his thoughts weren't chaotic. Some people become more panicked the more nervous they are, but he gradually calmed down.

In any case, he had to get out of here first. He tucked his gun into his pants, covered it with his shirt, took off his coat and draped it over his head, making a makeshift cloak to cover his face in shadow as much as possible. Then he looked around at the situation, not daring to go to the open, crowded area outside. Instead, he turned and walked towards the back, where there was a small hill of wrecked vehicles. Below, several naked, half-grown black children were kicking a broken ball, and two emaciated adult black women sat on the ground, their eyes numb and lifeless as they watched him approach, without even trying to get up.

He didn't know what lay beyond the side path, but Lü Zhe just wanted to find a less crowded area.

Passing the pile of wrecked cars and garbage, he found a large pond ahead, with lush green grass. However, the surrounding area was full of shacks, and a rusted tank with its cannon pointing skyward, covered in graffiti, was also inhabited. Lü Zhe realized he couldn't get around the pond and didn't know how deep it was, so he decided to turn back.

Just as he turned around, he sensed something was wrong; there were shadowy figures moving about, and the children playing football were nowhere to be seen. The adults were also hurriedly packing up and returning to their homes.

Where were they? Damn!

First confused, then suddenly realizing what was happening, Lü Zhe drew his pistol. Then he saw black police officers in local uniforms, guns drawn, shouting broken English and an incomprehensible dialect, appearing all around. Some were carrying pistols, others long weapons.

Lü Zhe didn't dare fire; compared to their firepower, he was utterly insignificant. Firing a shot and provoking retaliation could have even worse consequences, although he knew that even if he didn't fire, the other side might open fire first. But he hadn't killed anyone yet; if he killed a policeman, he would truly become a murderer, and he couldn't bring himself to shoot anyone with a gun in his hand. His only option was to run.

He turned and ran in the only direction where no police were around, leaping onto a nearby wrecked tank building, flipping over, and then onto a shack next to it. He almost slipped and fell, nearly causing a section of the shack's roof to collapse. A chorus of curses erupted behind him as the police gave chase.

Stumbling, Lü Zhe practically tumbled off the shack roof, not bothering to brush off the dirt and straw covering him, and began to run wildly, disregarding direction, heading wherever there was a path. The local residents were terrified, only concerned with hiding in their houses. Gunshots rang out behind him, bullets nearly hitting him. Lü Zhe covered his head and ran forward in a disheveled state, amidst more curses. The gist of it was that they weren't allowed to shoot or capture anyone alive; chaos reigned.

After running for a while, Lü Zhe's heart was pounding and he was panting, but he gradually calmed down. He started to glance back at the situation as he ran, and saw that the police weren't far behind. He turned a corner and suddenly darted in the opposite direction into another road. The police behind him overtook him, and then Lü Zhe started running in the other direction. By the time the police reacted, he had left them even further behind. Lü Zhe roughly judged the direction. The sun was setting in the west in the twilight, and he remembered that there seemed to be a dirt road to the east. At this point, he probably couldn't outrun the other side by running alone. First, the other side had more people and could block him from the front and chase him from the back; second, he was unfamiliar with the area. But running onto the road was also risky. What if the other side had someone waiting on the road? He would be walking into a trap. However, if he was lucky enough to steal a car, he might be able to escape.

He decided to take the plunge and started running towards the dirt road he remembered. And he was right. He quickly spotted the dirt road at the edge of the shantytown and saw a car heading his way. He sprinted with all his might, finally stopping the car before it could pass.

"Stop!"

he yelled, rushing to the front of the car and raising his gun. The car slammed on its brakes, nearly hitting him. It was a white Land Cruiser, and inside seemed to be a man and a woman who looked like they thought Lü Zhe was a highway robber, their hands raised, too afraid to move. Lü Zhe opened the car door and roared, "Get out! Get out!"

He grabbed the man from the driver's seat and pulled him out. The woman burst into tears, clutching her head and trembling.

The man, who appeared to be Asian, was so frightened he could barely speak, mixing English and Japanese as if begging for mercy; it was unclear if he was Japanese. Lu Zhe didn't have time to pay attention to him. Seeing that the pursuers were already approaching, he got into the driver's seat, slammed the door shut, and started the car, yelling at the woman to get out. The woman, whether terrified or not, just covered her head and cried and screamed, speaking what seemed to be Japanese.

Judging from her attire, she looked like a tourist. Lu Zhe didn't have time to push her out. He stepped on the gas and the car sped off. Gunshots rang out from behind, bullets whistling through the air. The car made two loud noises, as if it had been hit. The woman let out a terrified scream, and as if by reflex, she threw herself onto Lu Zhe's lap, wrapping her arms around his waist, completely under the seat. Lu Zhe yelled at her to shut up while gripping the steering wheel, honking the horn wildly and speeding forward.

The police got into their cars, and two pickup trucks gave chase at breakneck speed.

The road conditions were terrible; the dirt road was inevitably full of potholes, and Lü Zhe was being jostled around in the car, but he dared not slow down—he was escaping for his life.

He didn't know where this road led, but the Land Cruiser's speed was enough to keep up. Gradually, the two pickup trucks behind him were left further and further behind. It was almost completely dark; streetlights were out of the question—there weren't any here. Relying solely on the two headlights to illuminate the road made his hands gripping the steering wheel stiffen and tremble. His heart was in his throat. Driving at such a high speed on this awful road, if he rolled over, he'd be dead.

He was just considering whether to slow down slightly to get his bearings when suddenly a car approached from the front, its headlights blinding him. He honked the horn frantically, but the other vehicle showed no sign of stopping and headed straight for him.

Damn it! Lü Zhe instinctively felt that this was coming for him; if he didn't dodge, he'd crash into it. He swerved reflexively, and the car, like a wild horse, veered off the road. Then, with a sudden jolt, as if hitting something, Lü Zhe was thrown from his seat. A deafening crash followed, and a massive spray of water engulfed the entire car like an explosion. They

'd driven into the river! Lü Zhe knew he was in trouble. This time, he didn't have time to worry about whether the Japanese woman was still alive. He managed to pry open the deformed car door, but before he could run a few steps, someone lunged at him and grabbed him around the waist. The force nearly knocked him over, but he managed to regain his balance by taking a few steps back. He twisted his waist, grabbed the shoulder, and swung the person around, almost lifting them up as well, but he didn't let go.

Back when he was a soldier in Xiaogan, the paratroopers' close-quarters combat training emphasized a single, fatal blow, targeting the opponent's vital points and weaknesses. Lü Zhe remembered how he could smash three bricks with a single punch back then; sparring had become almost a reflex. The moment the opponent made a move, he'd unleash a flurry of attacks, parrying and striking simultaneously. After all these years, Lü Zhe wondered if he'd become dull. He clearly anticipated the opponent's move, but he couldn't break free. He was throwing punches and knee strikes with all his might, but the opponent could withstand them.

When more people arrived, Lü Zhe knew he was finished. First, his hands and feet were pinned down, then a rifle butt slammed into his face. Lü Zhe's head buzzed, stars flashed before his eyes, half his face felt like it was burning, and his nose and mouth were filled with a salty, sticky substance. Countless rifle butts rained down on him, and soon he was unable to get up. A hand grabbed his hair, and a flashlight beam shone on his face.

"That's him!" The voice

was in perfect English.

Lu Zhe's eye was swollen in one eye, and he could barely open the other one slit. The people grabbing him weren't the black police officers, but white mercenaries wearing bulletproof tactical vests and US desert camouflage uniforms, carrying automatic rifles.

Damn it, these are… that chief's private soldiers. This was the worst possible outcome. It would have been better to just call the police than fall into their hands.

"Take him away!"

These men were clearly well-trained, without much preamble. They dragged Lu Zhe back. At this moment, the Japanese woman from the car also got out, shouting and screaming emotionally in Japanese, which almost no one present could understand. A fully armed white man was trying to calm her down, repeatedly telling her that he was from the local government law enforcement agency, chasing a fugitive, and that she had nothing to do with it, urging her to calm down.

The woman's hysteria subsided after a while. She stammered in English that she was a tourist, that she had been kidnapped, that her car had been wrecked, and that her boyfriend was somewhere in the back. She gestured and pleaded with the other party to help her find the man from earlier.

The white soldier was clearly impatient, and no matter what the woman said, he just told her to calm down and not to rush, that someone would come back to China to handle her matter, and then turned and left. The woman chased after him, seemingly seeing him as a savior. At this moment, the two pickup trucks behind them arrived, along with six or seven policemen, who stopped the mercenary leader and tried to take Lü Zhe away. They essentially said that the tribal mercenaries only had the right to operate within the tribal autonomous region, and outside the tribal autonomous region, the police were in charge. However, the mercenaries ignored them, and then both sides started calling their superiors.

In the end, the police's backers probably gave in, and the mercenaries took Lü Zhe away. Not only that, but the other side also took the opportunity to dump the troublesome Japanese woman on the group of sullen-looking cops.

The woman watched the departing car lights, then looked at the group of police officers in front of her. It seemed she only then remembered she had her phone. She took it out, frantically searching for a signal and dialing. Finally, she got through and started speaking in broken Japanese. The group of black officers couldn't understand her. They thought this lone woman was easy prey; they'd been humiliated by the white officers and were determined to get revenge on her

. So, in broken English, they told her she needed to come to the police station to give a statement and gestured for her to get in the car. The woman said she had a companion. The officers were even happier. A $10,000 fine per person, double that for two. Asians were easy targets for extortion. Once back at the station, they could lock them up for a couple of days and do whatever they wanted. This woman had a nice figure; it would be great to have her in bed. They might as well get both money and sex. Thinking this, they nodded for her to get in the car. The car then made a U-turn on the road and drove straight back to find the Japanese man.

Lu Zhe was put in the car and handcuffed behind his back.

It was over… that was the only thought in his mind. I wonder how Su Chen is doing now. What exactly happened? Was it a misunderstanding? Or was he framed? I definitely didn't kill the chief, but who did? Did I just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, or was someone plotting against me from the beginning?

I can't figure it out... I really can't figure it out.

He was currently in a modified Hummer. He was huddled in the back, with two burly men on either side grinning maliciously at the prisoner, clearly not taking Lü Zhe seriously at all. One of them had his foot on Lü Zhe's back, chewing gum, the muzzle of his M4 rifle only a foot away from Lü Zhe's face.

"What the hell are you looking at, you yellow-skinned monkey? Want to get shot?"

The voice was gloomy and cold, clearly the kind of person who meant what they said. Lü Zhe quickly lowered his head, no longer looking at the dark muzzle of the gun. He was thinking about how to break free of the handcuffs when suddenly the car stopped. The driver started honking the horn, then leaned out and shouted insults.

With the dim light, it was barely possible to see that there had been a car accident ahead. A tractor had overturned, scattering piles of coal everywhere, and a dilapidated pickup truck was stopped in the middle of the road, its front bumper completely shattered. A black man lay covered in blood on the road, and several other black men were arguing in the middle of the road. Two black men leading camels watched the commotion from the sidelines.

"Hey! Get the fuck out of

here!" The driver, frustrated by the continued honking despite his efforts, snapped and started cursing.

The other side began to curse back, in English.

The driver was startled, and the people in the car sensed something was wrong. Someone on the other side could understand English—this was unusual. The two gunmen raised their guns, watching the scene warily. Despite this, they weren't too worried; this was their territory, and the local natives who dared to mess with them on this country's soil were asking for trouble.

The Hummer began to reverse, trying to maintain a safe distance.

Then, gunshots rang out from all sides.

A dense and exceptionally precise hail of bullets easily pierced the Hummer's thin armor; clearly, the snipers hidden around were using specially designed armor-piercing rounds. The two gunmen in the back were hit almost simultaneously, the bullets riddling the vehicle and their bodies like a honeycomb, blood splattering as their corpses fell, crushing Lü Zhe beneath them.

The driver in the front narrowly escaped, but the passenger in the front seat was already dead. He shifted into reverse and slammed back.

However, with all four tires firing simultaneously, the enemy likely had night vision or thermal imaging targeting devices, clearly able to see his figure and position through the vehicle. Meanwhile, the arguing black men grabbed concealed weapons, and the "corpses" on the ground rose, firing as they rapidly advanced.

Another burst of bullets flew, the driver taking several hits, barely managing to push open the door and back out of the vehicle. Before he could even raise his gun, another bullet accurately struck his head, brains and blood splattering everywhere on the tires.

In less than ten seconds, the battle was over.

Lu Zhe didn't know what was happening; he just held his head until the gunfire stopped. The car door was pulled open, and then he saw a familiar face. The Japanese woman smiled at him and spoke fluent Mandarin, "Hello, we meet again. " ... ****************

... She was Libyan, a former member of Colonel Gaddafi's women's bodyguard. Although she herself had no loyalty to Gaddafi, her country was in the midst of a civil war, her compatriots were bleeding and dying, and European powers were relentlessly bombing Libya. Regardless of which side was dying, they were all Libyans. Unless one is truly cold-blooded, no one could remain completely indifferent.

Zhou Xu heard her mutterings and exchanged a glance with Hawkeye. Hawkeye shrugged slightly; usually quiet and reserved, he was even less likely to say anything now. Zhou Xu was well aware that everyone was harboring their emotions.

He was now a government employee, no longer the freelance mercenary he once was. He had to follow orders and consider the consequences of his actions; he couldn't act as impulsively as before. As a civil servant of Country B, his actions inevitably affected Country B's interests—that was paramount.

That's why they chose to cooperate with the Russians. This was also the intention of the higher-ups in Country B's intelligence agency.

Country B wasn't a major power. Although it was rich in resources, especially oil, and was one of the five founding members of OPEC, and had recently been strengthening its military, it couldn't compare to Russia. Its security forces were good at dealing with domestic bandits and outlaws, but when it came to overseas missions, their efficiency was significantly lower than that of a long-established intelligence superpower like Russia. The failed operation in Iraq was proof of this.

In light of this, it's possible that the top leadership of Country B reached some kind of agreement with the Russians. To resolve the current predicament, they needed to rely on Russian support, as neither side wanted the already started cooperation to fail.

Because Zhou Xu and his team's performance last time was inadequate, resulting in heavy losses, this cooperation was primarily led by the Russians. The fact that they were used as pawns and manipulated last time was not mentioned at all. Clearly, Country B wasn't prepared to fall out with a superpower like Russia over this "misunderstanding." They only wanted to salvage the arms deal as much as possible, while simultaneously trying to use Russian power to counter pressure from the United States. Compared to this, sacrificing a few lives was tolerable.

However, just because the politicians at the top could blindly accept such a situation didn't mean those below them were the same. Zhou Xu and his team had no goodwill towards the Russians. They weren't interested in politics; they only knew that many comrades had died before their eyes, and these Russians needed to bear some responsibility for that. Cooperation requires sincerity, and Zhou Xu couldn't sense any sincerity from the other side. He believed the other side felt the same way about them.

These people are all ruthless old foxes who will devour you without a second thought. Don't be fooled by our current cooperative relationship; Zhou Xu believes they would sacrifice themselves without hesitation should the situation escalate. He must be extra careful, or he might be sold out and still be counting the money for them. Given the same opportunity, Zhou Xu believes he would use the same methods.

But this is just wishful thinking. If something like this actually happens, given the current situation in Country B, they will most likely compromise with the Russians again.

Small countries are small countries; dealing with large countries is destined from the start to be impossible on an equal footing. As long as things are generally amicable, it's inevitable that they'll suffer some losses in certain details.

Like now, sitting on an unknown fishing boat, drifting aimlessly on the sea, not knowing what awaits them ahead—this feeling is incredibly unsettling. Although the Russians stated beforehand that their destination was Somalia, they unilaterally decided on a sea landing plan, claiming it was the best choice based on a comprehensive assessment of all factors. Zhou Xu had no idea what factors were involved, a consequence of information asymmetry. Attending the meeting was merely a formality; the meeting was just a formality to inform him of the decision. Any opinions he expressed were only superficially acknowledged as being considered, with no real change in the outcome. Furthermore, given Country B's limited overseas intelligence gathering capabilities, Zhou Xu couldn't gather any valuable intelligence in Africa, and therefore couldn't offer any substantial suggestions.

His partners were treacherous, and his own support was unreliable—this was the predicament Zhou Xu and his group faced; they had to rely entirely on themselves. Zhou Xu felt like a kite released into the wind, its purpose merely to demonstrate its existence; when the storm truly arrived, no one could be trusted.

There should be someone to meet them, but who was this person? Was they reliable? Where was the landing site? How would transportation be handled after landing? How would they evacuate if the operation went poorly? Zhou Xu knew nothing about these questions. The Russians certainly knew, but they wouldn't reveal their intelligence network, and neither would he. Zhou Xu knew he would only learn this information when the actual operation began, but for now, there was no point in even thinking about it.

The pimp also came onto the foredeck; he'd been acting suspiciously in the bridge earlier. Zhou Xu had a strong impression of this man; he was a true veteran agent, having successfully slipped past him right under his nose in Iraq. With his extensive experience, Zhou Xu couldn't believe he'd misjudged such a dangerous individual face-to-face. This showed the guy's masterful ability to fake it.

Putting aside any prejudice, Zhou Xu also considered him a genuine spy, a role model worth learning from. But precisely because of this, if this guy had any ulterior motives, it would be extremely dangerous.

"Time's up,"

Zhou Xu said calmly, without looking at him.

"I know,"

the pimp replied, clearly unconcerned, glancing around with his binoculars.

Zhou Xu could no longer feign indifference and turned to stare at him.

"Calm down. Expecting pirates to follow the rules is a miracle. They'll come."

He put down his binoculars, gave Butterfly, who was glaring at him with an icy expression, a rather irritating smile, and then leaned closer to try and strike up a conversation. But after a few words, Butterfly scurried away like she was avoiding a fly.

"Are you sure our purpose is correct?"

Zhou Xu looked at his lecherous, obnoxious expression and thought the man's skin was as thick as a city wall.

"Oh, do you have any insights?"

"Our primary goal should be finding the missing plane. Are you sure that nuclear electromagnetic device is related to this? What if they're not connected?"

"The plane was stolen by TROLI, and the electromagnetic device was also stolen by TROLI. Both are most likely in Africa right now. TROLI is a commercial organization, not a bandit group. They act with strong purpose and planning; they always have a reason for their actions. How could they not be connected? I suspect they might be carrying out a much larger plan, and these are just two components. Besides, our goal isn't just to recover the stolen plane."

"You also want to retaliate against TROLI?"

Zhou Xu's heart skipped a beat.

"Don't you want to?"

The pimp's eyes turned icy. "Anyone who causes trouble in Russia must pay a hundredfold. This time, we're not just going to get the plane back, we're going to let Tuoli know who they messed with. Whatever Tuoli's plan, we'll destroy it completely."

"So, your revenge against Tuoli is your top priority now?"

Zhou Xu also wanted revenge, but for Country B, finding the plane should be the priority; this was non-negotiable.

"Not really, the two aren't contradictory. But right now, we don't have any intelligence about the plane, so we can only try our luck elsewhere. We just received news that our agents in Western Europe have found traces of Shemako's son."

The pimp's expression remained unchanged, his face still lewd and disgusting, but Zhou Xu was overjoyed. After so much disappointment and frustration, finally, there was good news.

"Where is he? Have you caught him yet?"

"In Italy. Our tactical team is on their way. I think we'll have good news soon."

The pimp looked confident, then let out a "haha" and looked ahead: "They're here."

In the distance, amidst the rolling waves, there seemed to be the shadow of a small boat. Then, signal lights flashed on the opposite side—maritime signal lights. The Russian agent on the bridge also turned on his signal light. After exchanging a few coded signals, the fishing boat accelerated towards the other side.

On an unnamed beach mixed with low shrubs and garbage, Zhou Xu's feet finally touched land.

This is Somalia. How easy! We've crossed into another country so easily. Several pickup trucks are parked around, each with a heavy machine gun mounted on it. The distance is shrouded in darkness, but this place is brightly lit. The beach is full of black men carrying guns, dressed in all sorts of clothes, tall and short, fat and thin, shouting loudly and recklessly, seemingly without discipline, just like bandits.

It's a war-torn country in a state of anarchy; even smuggling is done so openly, like visiting relatives. Zhou Xu had crossed borders illegally many times before for work, always stealthily and cautiously. This was the first time he'd crossed a border so brazenly.

This country doesn't have the concept of borders. Perhaps it doesn't even have the concept of a nation. This is a forgotten region.

"He will introduce us to our black market supplier,"

the pimp gestured to a short black man opposite him. The man looked like a leader, dressed like Rimbaud, with a red headband, bare-chested, and covered in bright yellow bullet belts. He carried a relatively new AK over his shoulder, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and sunglasses hanging from his chest.

"Is he reliable?"

Zhou Xu found the man's appearance ridiculous.

"His reliability is only proportional to his money. The pirate ship that the Russian warship sank last year was their competitor; they were the ones who provided the intelligence."

The black man put his hand in his mouth and blew a loud, thuggish whistle. The crowd began noisily boarding the bus. Following their signal, Zhou Xu and his group followed to a dirt road, where they saw a nearly scrapped bus. The exterior was completely rusted, a total piece of scrap metal. Someone climbed into the driver's seat, and the bus could still start, the exhaust pipe shuddering as it spewed out terrifying black smoke, the noise louder than a tractor.

"This is our transportation?"

Zhou Xu was incredulous. Could this dilapidated vehicle, which looked like it could fall apart at any moment, really carry people?

"Welcome to Somalia." The pimp, unconcerned

, was the first to get into the car...

********** ... Even an idiot would know that if war broke out between the two countries, this place would inevitably become another battlefield, so they would rather leave it desolate than settle here. Both governments have deployed troops to build fortifications and outposts along the edge of the demilitarized zone, with only the muzzles of their guns locked in a menacing standoff every day. In the helicopter, Shemark surveyed the scene below with a blank expression. He had betrayed his country, taking enormous risks to come to this godforsaken place for his child. He could sense what kind of person this "Mr. World" beside him was—a true terrorist, secretly plotting everything to disrupt the existing world order. He was already on a sinking ship; getting off wouldn't be so easy. Although he had fulfilled the agreement, he was still under Mr. World's control. Thinking of his child's illness, Shemark was prepared to be used to the very end. As long as his child was safe, he would brave any danger… There was no turning back… "Isn't the view amazing?" Mr. World shouted at him. "Where are we going?" Shemark shouted back at the same volume. "The other side of the border." "We'll be shot down!" Shemark was startled. They were flying from country E to country A, crossing the border in between. If they were detected and intercepted by the other side's radar, this unarmed Dolphin helicopter would only be shot down. "It's alright!" Mr. World gave a reassuring look. Sure enough, the helicopter flew forward for a while and then they could see the fortifications of country A's border troops in the distance. They were made of sandbags and steel bars, with one every few hundred meters, connected by trenches, stretching all the way to the distant hillside. The soldiers were operating huge anti-aircraft machine guns. They had clearly seen the approaching helicopter, but they didn't fire. Instead, they watched them enter country A's territory. This guy... impressive! Shemark really wanted to know how much money Mr. World had spent to bribe country A's border troops so that they could just swagger into the country. And judging from the way they looked, they were probably old acquaintances. The plane landed at an abandoned airport. It was unknown whether there were any country A troops operating nearby, but the airport seemed to be unused. Shemark immediately spotted the Su-30UBK fighter jet he had stolen parked in an open hangar, with several ground crew members nearby. Was this also a Tuoli base? What exactly was Tuoli planning? Which side were they cooperating with? Country A or Country E? "This is your new home. Conditions aren't great yet, but we'll try to make you more comfortable." "My new home? What does that mean?" "From now on, you'll work for me, piloting this plane." "Piloting? What for?" "Doing what I need you to do, like killing, like destroying aerial targets." "You want me to be another Red Death?" Shemark understood. This man wanted him to become a professional assassin, like the Red Death, a tool specifically for eliminating threats. “That’s not what we agreed on beforehand.” “Mr. Shemark, you need to understand that the current situation doesn’t allow you to protest. Russian agents are searching for you all over the world. Only we have the ability to protect you and your son.” Mr. World emphasized “son” heavily. “You’re already on my ship, so let’s get back to the reality.” Shemark had already anticipated this outcome, so he acquiesced. “I want to see my son.” “No problem.” Mr. World took out a tablet, connected to the internet, and saw his son lying in a hospital bed in the video window, with a tube in his nose and an IV drip in his arm, looking sickly. A black woman in a doctor’s white coat sat next to him, waving at the screen. Then the child smiled weakly at the screen, a smile more heartbreaking than tears, and a clear voice came through. “Dad.” “Son…” Shemark looked at his son’s pitiful state, his nose tingled, and tears almost fell. But he clearly saw that the black female doctor’s smiling expression carried a sinister warning in her eyes. That means don't say things you shouldn't say, and don't do anything out of line. "Dad, I miss you. When are you coming to see me?" "Dad's at work, but I'll come see you soon. I bought you a gift; Dr. Scott will give it to you." Dr. Scott is the Black female doctor standing next to me.

Mr. World observed coldly. With someone like Shemark, one couldn't push too hard. As long as he grasped her weaknesses, he wasn't afraid of her causing trouble. In any case, Shemark's role in his plan was already set. As long as she achieved the desired effect, the fate of her child was irrelevant; even letting her go wouldn't matter.

Shemark finally finished speaking, returned the computer, and said, "What do you want me to do?"

"Your dormitory is over there; someone will take you there. Someone will notify you when I need you to work."

Shemark didn't say another word, turning back to silently walk towards the row of bungalows.

Only after she had gone some distance did Mr. World turn back. At that moment, a GAZ SUV drove up, and a middle-aged white man in a suit with a full beard jumped out. He looked at Shemark's retreating figure and asked, "All settled?"

His accent had a faint Russian tinge.

"What about your side?"

Mr. World countered.

“No problem.”

“My friend, everything is under control.”

“We’re not friends, don’t forget, we can never be friends.”

“But at least we’re not enemies now. At least we have the same goal now.”

“We will definitely become enemies in the future.”

“That’s right, for profit, we need enemies. Everything is for profit, enemies can create profits for us, so we must create enemies.”

The bearded man looked at Mr. World and said, “You’re a madman.”

Then he drove away.

“This world is crazy…”

Mr. World muttered to himself softly.

His phone rang, and Mr. World answered the number.

“Hello.”

“Intelligence shows that a Russian tactical team has arrived in Rome, and our hospital is likely exposed.”

“Move to the safe house immediately.”

Mr. World said briefly and hung up the phone. The Russians found out? It doesn’t matter. No matter how well he made his plan, with the strength of his opponents, they would find clues sooner or later. After all, he was confronting two of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council, and since the bad news came from Iraq, he had already prepared for his plan to be further exposed.

Anyway, now that things have come to this point, it doesn't matter if the plan is partially exposed...

Episode 14, March 1st:

"What? They're all dead?"

In his elder brother's former secret palace, the new chieftain was speechless on the phone. He was shocked that someone dared to attack his men on his own territory.

The plan had been fraught with difficulties from the start. The original plan was for Lü Zhe and the Chinese man, Su Chen, to die on the spot, creating the illusion of a rape-murder. However, Lü Zhe escaped, so they had to activate the backup plan: find another woman to take his place and have her claim that Lü Zhe was the murderer. At the same time, they spared Su Chen's life. The Chinese man had deep feelings for Su Chen, which could be used to lure Lü Zhe if necessary.

But now, more bad news arrived.

Four well-trained, battle-hardened mercenaries were cleanly and efficiently killed on the main road.

Five police officers from the Tukramo City Police Department were also killed.

These men were all out hunting down the Chinese man.

Before this, the mercenaries had sent back a message saying they had captured him, but afterwards, only his body remained. Clearly, they were ambushed after capturing their target.

The car was riddled with bullets, and the four men were obviously caught off guard; their guns were fully loaded, and they hadn't even had a chance to fire a single shot. The chief knew the mercenaries' skills; they had rendered them helpless. Such a terrifying force had infiltrated his territory without his knowledge. Was it

retaliation from the Chinese? Had they already discovered their plan?

If their target was him… he had just ascended to the chieftain's throne, his long journey had only just begun, his ambitions were soaring…

Who was helping that Chinese man? Who was deliberately making things difficult for him?

Outside the Dongxing Mining construction site, Feng Wu drove an inconspicuous, beat-up Toyota, glancing into the site from time to time.

Now that the two sides had signed the contract and officially begun cooperation, various office buildings, dormitories, and other ancillary facilities needed to be built first. The Dongxing people, who had been under house arrest for so long, were finally able to relax. Although he didn't understand why Dongxing headquarters would approve such a project—he had clearly explained the pitfalls in his report—since it was a decision from above, he had to comply.

Feng Wu had already investigated Tuoli's branch in Africa and found nothing suspicious. Both on the surface and internally, it was a legitimate business organization. It seemed Tuoli had done a good job of covering up, separating its dirty work from its legitimate activities. Moreover, when Feng Wu infiltrated, he found the security measures to be rather weak, not like there were any shady secrets to hide.

Should he start with Dongxing?

What exactly was going on between Dongxing and Tuoli? Gao Shan should know some inside information. But Gao Shan was in a sensitive position; releasing him without authorization was already a serious violation of discipline. He couldn't mobilize any troops or contact him; he might already be under investigation. He couldn't cause him any more trouble.

He could ask someone at Dongxing Mining—who knew who he was? Why would they tell him such trade secrets, just because he claimed to be from the Ministry of State Security? Who would believe that? Moreover, his current situation is quite awkward; he could barely be considered a fugitive fleeing from justice.

Furthermore, Dongxing Mining likely has an internal traitor working for Tuoli in this transaction. It's unclear whether they're on his side or the other, but they certainly have contact with both sides and access to core information—and there might be more than one. Acting rashly might alert them. And what about Lü Zhe? Where has he gone? His wife, Su Chen, is also missing. The woman at the murder scene wasn't Su Chen.

Su Chen was the chief translator, responsible for interpreting at important events; perhaps she knew some shady dealings? Could her disappearance be related to this?

Lü Zhe is almost certainly being used as a pawn. That lecherous chieftain probably brought in Su Chen herself, raped her once, and then inexplicably replaced her. This is clearly a trap. It's likely a scheme set up by the current chieftain, as he's the only beneficiary.

Why did he even bother to make Su Chen disappear? Wouldn't it have been better to kill him to silence him?

Perhaps he already had him silenced...

or perhaps it was to deal with Lü Zhe...

How Lü Zhe got caught up in this mess is completely unknown. Someone must have lured him into it. How could he find that secret brothel in a foreign city? How could he do it without a guide? This person must be someone he trusts.

Perhaps it's the mole?

At this moment, several people, men and women, emerged from the construction site, all carrying travel bags, seemingly heading to the airport. These were family members of Dongxing Mining who were on vacation. This trip had been truly unforgettable; after being held captive for so many days, they were finally free and all wanted to return home immediately. The people at Dongxing Mining also wanted to take this opportunity to send these unrelated people home, so they would have fewer worries.

Feng Wu saw Bai Peng. The boy seemed restless, as if he was muttering something. Through lip reading, Feng Wu confirmed that he had said the name "Lü Zhe."

Feng Wu remembered seeing this child on the plane and later at the hotel. The child seemed to be close to Lü Zhe. She watched the Buick van drive onto the main road, heading towards the airport. A thought struck her, and she followed in her car. These people weren't official employees of Dongxing Mining; they were just tourists. If the mysterious mole existed, he wouldn't be among them. That child—perhaps he knew something about Lü Zhe…

At the airport, in a corner,

Bai Peng stared in horror at the uninvited guest. The airport was dilapidated, the facilities poor, and finding a toilet took forever. Finally, unable to hold his urine any longer, he slipped behind a building to relieve himself. He'd only urinated

halfway when this woman appeared.

"You…I…"

Bai Peng was extremely embarrassed. At first, he thought she was an airport employee, but then he realized she wasn't and assumed she was also a passenger. He hadn't noticed that the woman looked familiar.

"Do you know about Lü Zhe?"

Feng Wu didn't waste any words and went straight to the point.

"Who are you?"

Bai Peng was somewhat calmer now. This woman was very beautiful. His shyness turned into impulsiveness. He stuffed his engorged penis back into his pants, trying to find a chance to slip away, but found that the woman had blocked his only escape route.

"Young man, don't be nervous. I'm from the Ministry of State Security of China. As a Chinese citizen, you have an obligation to cooperate with my work. Understand? Now answer my question, do you know about Lü Zhe?"

"You, I remember, I've seen you before. You were on the same plane as us."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Why should I tell you!"

Bai Peng panicked and tried to force his way past her, but then he saw the woman's figure blur, and then she grabbed his crotch. With a slight pull, Bai Peng was in so much pain that he couldn't stand up.

"No, no, no... be gentle... it hurts, it hurts..."

"You brat, still trying to fool me. Do you want to save Lü Zhe? Hmm? I know he was framed. If you know what's good for you, tell me everything you know."

Bai Peng's eyes softened. This woman claimed to be from the Ministry of State Security, and at least she spoke Chinese. Moreover, she clearly knew something about Lü Zhe's affairs, and considering their previous chance encounter on the plane—which couldn't be confirmed as a mere coincidence—plus, she herself was indeed preoccupied with something.

After much thought, she decided that since she was about to return home, she should just get rid of this trouble as soon as possible.

"You...are you really...a policeman?"

Hearing this, Feng Wu knew the boy had surrendered.

As Feng Wu left the airport, the plane carrying the Dongxing tour group was taking off. She could only smile bitterly to herself. She hadn't really expected to get anything out of Bai Peng, but the result, whether good or bad, revealed a bunch of stories about infidelity.

Su Chen and Hong Shitai were having an affair, and Lü Zhe knew about it. This was probably the only valuable takeaway.

Feng Wu wasn't particularly interested in Hong Shitai and Su Chen's affair; such things were common these days. The world was full of promiscuous women, and Lü Zhe's devotion to this woman was simply a matter of being blind.

But the fact that Lü Zhe knew about it, while Hong Shitai was unscathed, was rather strange.

Lu Zhe was the kind of person who would risk his life against someone of the chieftain's caliber. Being cuckolded, given his personality, he would most likely have gone to Hong Shitai for a bloody fight, but that didn't happen. Perhaps there was some unknown love triangle between the three, but that wasn't relevant to his current mission. Even if Lu Zhe swallowed his anger and didn't intend to make a scene, Hong Shitai would definitely be on his blacklist.

Hong Shitai was originally on his list of suspected traitors, but if his initial assessment was correct—the traitor was the one who lured Lu Zhe into the trap—then Hong Shitai wouldn't fit that description. Because Lu Zhe was already being generous by not killing him; he couldn't possibly trust him.

But if Lu Zhe could tolerate Hong Shitai cuckolding him, why did he react so strongly to the chieftain?

Did Hong Shitai have some leverage over him? No, Lu Zhe might compromise on other things, but he was unlikely to compromise on this. The chief's death case shows that this kind of person is willing to go all out in crucial moments. His willingness to fight the chief proves he was already willing to risk everything. Since

that's the case, why not just kill Hong Shitai as well, settling old and new scores at the same time? She thought about it again and again, but couldn't figure it out.

Just then, her phone rang. It was the four black men calling, saying they had made progress.

Feng Wu replied that she would be back immediately, and then turned the car around and drove towards the city.

These four black men were very mysterious. Feng Wu didn't know if they were locals. When Gao Shan broke up with her, he gave her a piece of paper, and she found these four men using the coded messages on it.

These four men didn't seem to care who she was; as long as the code matched, they directly asked her what she needed. Furthermore, these four men possessed sophisticated weaponry and high-tech espionage equipment, clearly professional experts.

And now, these four men were working for her.

Feng Wu didn't know if these four people were sent by Gao Shan, and of course, even if she asked Gao Shan, he would never admit it. She didn't even know if these four were part of the Security Department's forces. The Security Department was full of all sorts of people, all kinds of talented and eccentric individuals, and foreigners were not uncommon. For example, she herself was North Korean and now a formal agent of the Security Department, so it wouldn't be surprising to see a few Africans.

However, she was currently a fugitive from the Security Department. If they were truly from the Security Department, why hadn't they arrested her? People as audacious as Gao Shan, who disregarded the Party Committee of the Department, were extremely rare.

Were they Gao Shan's personal forces? Or had Gao Shan borrowed reinforcements for her from elsewhere?

Weren't these people mercenaries? Or gangsters? In short, they weren't respectable people.

But she couldn't find out by asking; she could only guess. Having help was always better than going it alone, and since these people had connections with Gao Shan, they should be reliable.

When they arrived at their destination, Feng Wu asked them what they had accomplished. The guy in charge of the computer technology popped his head out from behind several monitors. He had a full head of braids and looked somewhat like Andrew Gridman, one of the Dutch Three Musketeers, but with shiny black skin and glasses—probably from staring at computers too much, making him severely nearsighted.

Don't let his nerdy appearance fool you; his hacking skills are top-notch. The secret location where the bloodshed occurred has been reopened, but security is extremely tight. Feng Wu had tried to sneak in to investigate, but found it too risky and unlikely to succeed. As an Asian, even getting close would be difficult. However, these people succeeded. Besides the hacker, the others were incredibly agile, the kind of thieves who could survive a four- or five-story fall. With their Black identities providing cover, they successfully infiltrated and tampered with the secret surveillance system. Now they can watch everything happening inside in real time.

Feng Wu had seen this kind of skill in movies. Her abilities were basically honed during her service in the Peony Brigade in North Korea, focusing on combat and intelligence analysis. She was the kind of old-fashioned, violent spy from the Cold War era—a professional assassin, not a spy, but a master of improvisation. However, in terms of pure technical skill, she admitted she couldn't compare to these new-era Black colleagues.

The video quality was very clear; the new chief was video chatting with someone. The camera angle perfectly captured his video feed, and Feng Wu recognized him immediately—the man she'd met in Iraq, a key figure in Tuoli, the man with a James Bond-like charisma.

Sure enough, those two bastards were in cahoots.

The sound was somewhat distorted, but you could still make out the gist of it.

"I heard that the Chinese man, Lü Zhe, wasn't caught?"

James Bond was nowhere to be seen, but his expression was calm.

"We didn't catch him; he got away."

"Get away? How?"

"Someone helped him! I don't know who! But these people killed four of your mercenaries, and they kidnapped him on the way. I've ordered the roads blocked, but we haven't found them yet." "

They've probably already left. That Chinese man isn't a big deal; the main plan is already underway."

"Not a big deal! He's involved; what if he says something inappropriate…?"

"Who would believe that? This is Africa, not China. Here, power and might make the rules. Whoever has the most power has the loudest voice. You're the chief now, the king of the entire tribe; your words are the truth. If you say someone is the murderer, they are the murderer. There are plenty of smart people in this world; they'll know who to believe. It's simple: they'll believe whoever brings them benefits."

"But as long as he's still around, I don't feel completely at ease."

"Don't worry, once your president comes to support you, who will dare oppose you? With the president's support, even if someone doubts you, it won't matter."

"He's just here for the ribbon-cutting ceremony; he might not even actually come. What if he doesn't?"

"It doesn't matter. He'll definitely come. His presence here will be seen as an announcement of support for you. Don't worry, it's all part of our plan."

"Hmph, you analyze things so logically, as if it's actually going to happen."

The chief suddenly smiled strangely. "Whether it happens or not, the outcome is the same for you. You can just sit at home and watch the show."

"And for you?"

"We'll make it happen. Trust us. The higher your status in this country, the better it is for us. That's our consensus, right? Your main focus now should be on confirming when your president arrives. We've made some progress on Lü Zhe's matter."

"If the president really comes, the vice president will inform me, and we'll arrange the specific itinerary. You've made progress on Lü Zhe? Who exactly is helping them?"

"They're probably Japanese. They're here to find the lost electromagnetic device. We've spread the word in the Somali black market; we believe they'll go there, so we'll wait for them there."

Feng Wu's eyes widened immediately upon hearing about the electromagnetic device, but unfortunately, that was the end of the story. James Bond said there was no need to contact them further, and then their video call ended. Feng Wu was furious. She'd finally managed to say something useful, but those two bastards hadn't said a word more.

The president is coming… Feng Wu thought to herself; that's what they'd been talking about for so long. Why is the president coming? It seems like this is a crucial step in their plan. The president… believe it or not, he might actually have to come. And it's all because of the trouble Dongxing Mining is causing.

The current president of E country's political agenda is a ceasefire, normalization of relations between the two countries, restoration of national construction, and attracting foreign investment. This Dongxing Mining project is worth billions; it's the most important project in his foreign investment attraction plan. If this project succeeds, it will benefit him immensely. First, it will definitely be a huge boost to his national treasury. The second advantage is that a successful start will benefit his political prestige, making it easier to implement subsequent policies. Thirdly, this new chieftain has just taken office, and his position within the tribe may not be stable yet. His attitude towards the government's new policies is unclear. The president's support is tantamount to doing him a favor, bringing a large tribe into his camp, thus increasing his leverage in suppressing the pro-war faction.

Therefore, from any perspective, the president's trip was unavoidable.

It seems these two are quite closely allied, meticulously helping him consolidate his position.

However, what happened next startled Feng Wu. A woman was brought out, crawling on the ground like a female dog. The new chieftain sat on the sofa, grabbing the woman's hair and pressing her between his legs, forcing her to perform oral sex on him. The woman licked his thick, erect penis like a dog, her tongue teasing the scrotum and glans. Occasionally, her entire face could be seen, and she looked remarkably like Lu Zhe's wife, Su Chen.

Was it her? Feng Wu anxiously zoomed in, finally confirming that she hadn't mistaken her for someone else. Su Chen's expression was lewd as he feigned ecstasy, licking the dark, throbbing penis. The four men beside him crowded around to watch, chuckling lewdly, but that was all; they didn't take the opportunity to grope Feng Wu.

This woman really wasn't dead; she was truly being held in a private jail. It was laughable that the people from Dongxing Mining had called the police to investigate—what could they possibly find out?

But this younger brother wasn't much better than his dead brother; he was a lecher too.

Lü Zhe… had fallen into the hands of the Japanese? Had the JCI sent people to East Africa? They came so quickly! Although she had expected the Japanese to search for the lost goods, Feng Wu was surprised that they had found Africa so quickly and located Lü Zhe directly.

These Japanese probably already knew who was sabotaging them, but had they mistaken Lü Zhe for a Chinese agent?

That kid had mentioned the Somali black market earlier; it sounded like a trap.

Could the electromagnetic device be in Somalia now? Was Lü Zhe and those Japanese on their way? Should she follow them and try to get Lü Zhe out? But this Su Chen… Feng Wu glanced at the screen. Su Chen was completely naked, her pale body radiating lewd lust. She was licking and sucking a penis while masturbating, looking extremely wanton.

Such a slut… should she get involved?

Maybe she could tell me how the chief died that day; she could be a witness. And how exactly Lü Zhe was lured into the trap? Who had Lü Zhe been in contact with? As his wife, she might know something. The mole used her as bait to lure Lü Zhe into the trap; perhaps they had also been in contact.

Moreover, she had been treated as a sex slave here for some time, and perhaps she had overheard some useful snippets of information. It was certain that this new chieftain was one of the masterminds behind the theft of the goods. The device was enormous; if it were to be stored on land, it would definitely have to be located on his territory. Even a little information about it would be helpful…

Actually, getting the answer wouldn't be difficult. This new chieftain probably knew everything; asking him directly was the easiest way. If Feng Wu had a whole company of men, she could go and settle accounts with him directly. Unfortunately, she only had five people with her.

Meanwhile, he was the local tyrant, possessing everything from flying vehicles and tanks to cannons. She wanted to outmaneuver him, but little did she know he wasn't waiting for her to show herself. In a way, she was a fish that had slipped through Tuoli's net. Now, without reinforcements, fighting alone, if she failed, she might be crushed like an insect before even seeing his face.

Feng Wu wasn't arrogant enough to think she could take any action against him here.

This traitor who killed his brother is now constantly surrounded by at least a platoon of armed guards. These guards are equipped with all sorts of weapons, including heavy machine guns and rocket launchers, and they all appear to be seasoned veterans. If the five of them plan carefully, and with a bit of luck, they might be able to get close to him and even control him, but there's no way they'll leave alive.

And if they do that, things will definitely escalate, possibly becoming a world-class scandal. One chieftain just died, and now the second chieftain is dead, both at the hands of the Chinese. The next thing they'll probably do is sever diplomatic relations and declare war.

What would be the point of even finding out the whole truth by then?

She knew this man was a big boss, but she couldn't touch him. The reason was simple: this was his territory, the power disparity between the two sides was too great, and brute force would not yield good results … ****************

... Where was her husband, Lü Zhe? Had he abandoned her too? Did he know...? All she knew was that she had been brought back to this nightmarish place, but she hadn't seen anyone. That perverted chieftain had threatened her to come, and she had no choice. When she arrived, no one showed up. She was locked in another room; this godforsaken place seemed to have many secret chambers. When she finally managed to escape, she found that the person in question had changed. Wasn't this the perverted chieftain's brother? Had she been forgotten? Would no one come to rescue her? Was she going to spend her whole life in this brothel, a sex slave for life...? She might as well be dead... The chieftain gasped, enjoying Su Chen's oral sex. This Chinese beauty was truly a stunner, a mature, sexy, and intellectual professional woman—exactly his type. He had always considered himself superior to his brother in every way, but now he had to admit that his brother was indeed more sensitive when it came to women. The women he fancied were all top-tier, high-powered white-collar workers who always maintained a haughty demeanor. Now, he pinned her down, ravaging and ravaging her, venting his lust on her supposedly chaste body, brutally violating her self-esteem and pride—what immense pleasure! She was the perfect tool for his sexual gratification. Actually, he had felt jealous when his brother plotted to rape Su Chen. He secretly resolved that after dealing with his brother, he would definitely take this woman and have his fun. Especially when he was in a bad mood, he felt he needed to vent. "Oh…oh…you bitch…whore…come here!" Su Chen felt a sharp pain in her hair and cried out, then was pulled up by her hair. The black man's face was close to hers, his eyes fixed on her like a tiger starved for two months suddenly seeing a lamb, speaking in an unusually sinister tone—not the local dialect, but French. Su Chen was in a state of extreme panic. What did this man…what did he want? What was he saying? She could understand bits and pieces of what he said, but her mind was still reeling. What was he saying… My husband, is it Lü Zhe? He killed someone? Lü Zhe killed his brother? What was going on? Was she going to be imprisoned forever as an accomplice? Was she going to never be able to return to China? What was happening? But looking at his vicious eyes, filled with a perverse desire, Su Chen's intuition told her that this man was serious. Then, Su Chen froze for a moment, then suddenly let out a piercing scream. A sudden surge of strength caused her to leap up, frantically breaking free from the hand gripping her hair. The chief was startled and involuntarily released his grip. He watched as Su Chen screamed and rushed towards the door, desperately banging on it, but the door remained unmoved. A savage excitement flashed in the chief's eyes. It would be boring if this woman were like a dead fish, letting him violate her; it was precisely the resistance, the struggle, the conquering of such a woman that brought him pleasure. The more fiercely she struggled, the more satisfied he felt. He stood up, took off his shirt, revealing his well-toned, bare torso with clearly defined muscles, like an athlete. "Come here, bitch!" he excitedly strode over. Su Chen screamed and tried to escape, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her to the ground. The chief dragged Su Chen towards the table. Su Chen twisted and kicked, struggling violently, but she was no match for the man's strength. He forcefully pulled her up from the ground and slammed her onto the table, knocking over a fruit platter and scattering fresh, glistening fruit all over the floor. Su Chen desperately tried to get up, but the man held her firmly from behind. She tried to kick him, but her legs were pinned down. Then the man, panting, cursed, "Chinese bitch...you want to cause trouble, huh...I'll fuck you to death..." Su Chen felt that hard, hot penis pressed tightly against her buttocks, but she couldn't move. No matter how she twisted, the penis remained pressed against her buttocks, rubbing against her vulva again and again. She was desperate, knowing she couldn't escape. A desperate cry escaped her throat. Then the hot penis forced open her sphincter, her labia and mucous membrane, and shoved it in. She felt her lower body being stretched open. This guy's penis was even bigger than his brother's. Her vagina was completely filled, even reaching her cervix. The hot touch made her feel pain, but there was also a hint of pleasure in it. Su Chen felt like she was going crazy. How could she be so shameless? Being raped, being raped like a sex slave, and still feeling pleasure? Was she still herself? At this moment, she only wished she had AIDS so she could kill this black beast who was raping her. The chief, eyes closed, savored his prey; this woman was incredibly pleasurable. He pinned Su Chen's arms down, one hand gripping the edge of the table, thrusting his hips forward. This woman's body was amazing; soft to the touch, smooth and delicate skin, plump and elastic buttocks. And in this position, she exuded a seductive allure that ignited a man's desire to conquer. None of the women he'd been with before could compare. Su Chen was being pounded from behind, each thrust eliciting a moan that sounded like a mixture of pain and pleasure. The moans, combined with the man's heavy breathing, created an incredibly lewd scene. "Oh… your vagina is so hot…" the chief whispered humiliatingly in Su Chen's ear as he thrust. This kind of woman thrived on stimulation. He could feel the vaginal fluid starting to flow, and his thrusts were becoming smoother. He knew that this woman couldn't resist the physiological stimulation. He had applied a special liquid to his penis, which she had swallowed while giving him oral sex, and the effects were now taking hold. "Oh...oh..." Gradually, Su Chen's moans turned into excited groans. The man's penis continued to rub against the mucous membranes of her vaginal cavity, stimulating every erogenous zone. Su Chen felt an uncontrollable pleasure surging and boiling within her like a tide. Every thrust and every impact made her want it to happen again. She began to involuntarily twist her hips, trying to swallow the man's penis. Every time he penetrated, she pushed back forcefully, hoping he would go even deeper, reaching the very end of her vagina. Only this kind of stimulation could satisfy her desire. The chief leaned down, his chest pressing against Su Chen's bare back, which was now covered in fine beads of sweat, and his skin had turned a vibrant rose color. The sweat from their bodies mingled together, making a sticky sound as their skin touched.

Su Chen instinctively turned her head back, searching for the man's lips, only to have them bitten. Their tongues intertwined, saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths. The man's weight pressed down on her, rendering her immobile, but the pleasure was even more intense. Being completely suppressed and violently violated, even the thought of being ejaculated inside her, possibly even directly into her uterus, sent waves of pleasure through her body like fire, making her uterus feel hot. She felt like she was about to urinate.

The chief's face was buried in Su Chen's hair, inhaling its scent, which carried the pungent smell of his semen. He found this position incredibly pleasurable, allowing for complete and intimate contact, fully experiencing every inch of her skin, as if they had merged into one, their genitals connected, pulsating with passion.

"So good..."

the chief couldn't help but blurt out in his local dialect. He really wanted to keep doing this to this woman, to keep enjoying this pleasure, but he felt he had reached his limit, and his buttocks began to swing faster involuntarily.

"Oh... I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum..."

He suddenly grabbed Su Chen's shoulders, pressing his body tightly against her buttocks. After pausing for two or three seconds, he began to convulse and tremble involuntarily, and streams of hot semen, accompanied by the pleasure of release, shot out against Su Chen's vaginal opening. Su Chen's moans suddenly became high-pitched, and she began to tremble with her neck thrown back. When the man's semen scalded her, a flood of orgasms erupted. She only felt her desire being completely released, and she didn't even realize she had lost control of her bladder...

The light...

so blinding...

When Su Chen woke up from the nightmare, her first reaction was that she was not used to the bright light. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel the unbearable brightness. Now she just wanted to hide herself in the darkness, in a corner where no one could notice her, because she could still feel the shame.

The light only made her feel dirty.

The pain in her lower body reminded her of what had happened; she had been raped again, treated like a toy, her sexual desires vented at will. She was powerless to resist, and no one came to save her. She felt forgotten by the world. Was this her destiny, forever unable to escape this terrible abyss? Was death the only way to escape it all? What sins had she committed in her past life to deserve such unbearable torment in this one?

How many years would she be locked in this windowless room? Ten years? Twenty years? Or a lifetime?

Why did she have to suffer like this?

She didn't even know where she was now—in prison? Or…? She couldn't think straight, couldn't maintain a clear mind. She had lost all sense of time, because it was always so bright here, she couldn't distinguish between day and night.

Maybe… maybe she should just die? "Lu Zhe, I'm sorry, I really can't take it anymore…"

Su Chen closed her eyes again, slumping weakly against the wall.

Then, everything went dark; the light disappeared. Su Chen paused for a few seconds, opened her eyes, and found herself in complete darkness.

Who turned off the lights? How kind? Her reactions had become sluggish and numb. She turned her head blankly, then heard shouts outside the door, a chaotic commotion, even the sound of gunfire, but it only lasted a few shots before falling silent. Then the door was slammed shut from the outside, making a loud noise, as if someone had crashed into it. The door was riddled with bullet holes, sending splinters of wood flying everywhere.

The door crashed down, and a body tumbled inside. Su Chen couldn't see clearly outside because the power was out; the corridor was pitch black, except for a vaguely discernible figure that looked like a woman.

In the past, Su Chen would have screamed. But now, she just stared numbly at the woman who had burst in. The woman was wearing night vision goggles and carrying a silenced tmp.

Taking two steps closer, Su Chen heard a long-lost Chinese voice with a slight Northeastern accent.

"Are you Su Chen?"

Before Su Chen could answer, gunshots rang out again. The woman shouted, "Are you Su Chen?"

Su Chen nodded, then suddenly seemed to understand something. "You...you're Chinese? Help me!"

"Come with me!"

Prato, Italy.

A Fiat 500 drove along the highway. The picturesque countryside on both sides of the road did not attract the attention of the passengers inside. The driver was a black woman, who was talking on the phone while driving.

In the back seat was a sickly Eastern European child, and next to him was a young man with short hair and a scar under his eye, who looked quite frightening.

"Yes, I understand. We're on our way and expect to arrive in an hour."

"Dr. Scott, where are we going?"

"We're going camping. You must be bored staying in the ward all day. Getting out and about is a form of therapy."

The Black female doctor smiled and hung up the phone. "We'll be staying in the countryside for a while."

"Are there giraffes there?"

"I don't know, maybe."

The Black woman replied absentmindedly. She didn't have time to think about that now; a smooth transfer was her priority. She had just received a call from the World. The Russian tactical team had raided the hospital but found nothing; it was just an empty town. They probably realized their operation had been exposed and had all retreated to their secret base. The organization's agents had been monitoring them but hadn't detected anything unusual.

As long as they kept a close watch on them, the transfer wouldn't be a big problem. Now she was already on her way. This time, they had the upper hand; the Russians wouldn't get the child.

But would they still be able to find the safe house? Very likely. After all, the Russians were indeed powerful; if they wanted to, they would find it—it was only a matter of time. But by then, they could just move to another safe house.

Ahead was a police checkpoint, so they slowed down.

Two Italian highway patrol officers swaggered over, their patrol car parked on the side of the road. One of them knocked on the window. The Black woman rolled down the window, and the officer bent down, peered inside, and then routinely said, "Good afternoon, ma'am. Could you please show me your driver's license?"

"What's wrong, officer? Is there a problem?"

The Black woman smiled and handed over her license.

The officer bent down again, about to speak, when suddenly a young man in the back seat produced a gun and fired at the officer's face. The officer screamed as half his face was blown off, brains and blood splattering everywhere, and his body fell backward.

The Black woman was shocked, but without thinking, she slammed on the gas, and the car sped forward. The officer in the back also fired, bullets creating several spiderweb-like holes in the windshield.

"Are you crazy!"

The Black woman was completely baffled by the young man's outburst. He was a professional assassin, no doubt, but there was no need for him to shoot police officers in broad daylight without any provocation. She was confident she could get away with it. Why was he so impulsive?

"It's fake! They're the enemy!"

the young man yelled back, then bent down and pulled a loaded G36 submachine gun from under the seat. At that moment, the police cars behind them caught up, but without sirens or flashing lights. The people inside leaned out of the windows, holding AR-90s and firing wildly. Bullets whistled past, hitting the Fiat on the left, shattering the mirror.

"Open the sunroof!"

The young man roared and yanked the bolt back. The child, already screaming and clutching his head, was pinned to the floor by the young man. "Don't come out until I tell you to!" he

yelled, then stood up abruptly, leaning out of the sunroof and pulling the trigger of the police car behind them. A burst of bullets from the G36's muzzle flashed, hitting the police car head-on. Despite the sparks flying, the police car continued its pursuit. The attackers, clearly professional gunmen, hadn't lost their composure; the number of AR-90s returning fire had increased to two.

"What's going on?"

The black woman was bewildered. They were definitely sent by the Russians, but their tactical team was still in Rome under surveillance—that much was certain. Who were those people?

Or were they the ones who had fallen into a trap?

There was no time to think; she had to fight her way out. She floored the accelerator, the car speeding away at top speed. Gunfire continued from the rooftop, indicating the vehicle was still alive. However, the enemy had superior firepower. Despite the vehicle's sharpshooter, one man against many is no match for the enemy

's superior firepower; they were clearly well-prepared. The battle on the rooftop intensified. The young man switched his automatic rifle to full-auto and unleashed a barrage of fire at the pursuers. Bullets whizzed past his face multiple times, but he didn't even blink. Even on the speeding vehicle, the immense inertia caused his body to sway from side to side, but his marksmanship remained largely unaffected. No matter how unbalanced he became, as long as he held the gun, his bullets rarely missed.

He had already hit the pursuing vehicle with at least fifty bullets, while the enemy's hit count was far lower.

However, the enemy vehicle was clearly bulletproof, and they continued their relentless pursuit.

Suddenly, the woman's scream from inside the car distracted him. Looking ahead, he saw two vans blocking the road, four gunmen standing in the middle, their weapons spitting fire. A hail of bullets rained down, and another man was perched on top of one of the vans, aiming at them; he was holding a machine gun.

The young man couldn't stand it any longer. With nowhere else to go, he gritted his teeth and roared, "Ram them!"

The Fiat charged forward like a mad horse, crashing heavily into the gap between the two vans. The two vehicles nearly overturned from the impact; their front ends were completely deformed, debris scattered everywhere. The machine gunner, gun and all, fell from the van, landing on the Fiat's windshield, shattering the glass. But the Fiat ultimately failed to break through; the hood flew off completely, leaving behind a mangled, smoking pile of scrap metal.

Then, people surrounded him from all sides, their eyes gleaming with the dark muzzles of guns, black terrorist hoods, and cold, murderous gazes.

The last few gunshots rang out, then fell completely silent…

East Africa, near the French naval base in Djibouti.

This is a pivotal point on the entire East African coast, equipped with advanced radar facilities capable of monitoring the entire region. Currently, the US Navy and Air Force also have personnel stationed here, making it arguably the largest Western stronghold on African soil. Of course, since Africa gained independence from colonial rule, its resentment towards the West has only increased. For example, the US had long proposed a "return to Africa" plan, and the Africa Command was established in 2008, but its offices are located in Stuttgart, sharing an office building with the European Command. The reason is that no African country agreed to accept the US command being located on its territory.

Mr. World listened to the report on his phone without changing his expression, his eyes fixed on the endless sea and beach.

"Our operation in Italy failed. Tank and Hermit were killed, and the package was stolen."

"Do you know who did it?"

World already knew in his heart that he had been tricked, but he wanted to confirm whether his judgment was correct.

"Preliminary investigation indicates that it was the Russian mafia in Italy."

Good tactic, a good feint. A smile appeared on World's lips. First, they used a tactical team to attract our attention, but the real strike was made by the mafia. How could he forget that the Russian mafia, which is now all over the world, basically has intricate connections with former KGB agents, some even being former KGB agents themselves. These people have a natural blood relationship with the current Russian intelligence agency.

Taking action in the city would alert the police and cause chaos. It seems that the other side had everything under control, deliberately avoiding the city and striking on the roadside. Indeed, it's brilliant.

It seems that the Russians are going to great lengths to deal with me.

To be honest, recently the opponent has launched frequent counterattacks, with bad news coming one after another. First, the Russians wiped out their forces in Iraq, and the Pope was captured. Then came Italy's defeat, with the tank and the Hermit killed. Things weren't peaceful in E country either; the two Chinese men were rescued, and Lü Zhe was likely rescued by the Japanese. But who rescued the Chinese woman was unknown—was it Chinese?

However, he had long been prepared. Having chosen Russia and China as his adversaries, he was prepared to bear a heavy price. He wasn't a god; suppressing two great powers was impossible. All he could do now was endure these losses, and even greater losses in the future. As long as the other side didn't realize his true purpose, as long as he could act before these two countries could react…

the price he paid now was unavoidable, but it was all worthwhile…

"Understood. Block the news from Shemark. Everyone else in Italy should immediately go underground and suspend all activities in Italy."

Hanging up the phone, he turned to face the plainclothes American standing behind him.

"Three million US dollars have been transferred to your account in the Cayman Islands. You can check it."

The American opened his tablet and checked the details. When he put away his computer, a hint of excitement had appeared on his previously calm face.

"You've bribed more than just me, haven't you?"

"I'd rather call it an investment, an emotional investment. Our company needs connections to grow, and we're never stingy with money for those we consider friends." "What exactly is Tuoli trying to do?" " Major Smith

, are you really interested in knowing?" "

Forget it, I'm not interested. I'm only interested in the money. I've been an Air Force major for 10 years, and I haven't been promoted in 10 years. My future in the military is over. I need to think about my future now." ... ********** ... "You Chinese took what belongs to Japan, we're here to take it back!" "You've got the wrong person! You..." "Why did you assassinate that chief? Was it because he ruined your plans? Is this retaliation by the Chinese government?" "You're fucking crazy! I didn't kill anyone, I was framed!" "Do you like playing games? I have plenty of time to play with you."

The Japanese tourist who had previously trembled under Lü Zhe's gun had now changed his demeanor, appearing confident and composed. However, what he said completely baffled Lü Zhe. What Chinese spy? What Ministry of State Security agent?

He had never heard of such things. At this moment, he remembered the mysterious woman. Perhaps she was their target?

He had been coerced by that woman to retrieve a package. Was he implicated because of this, and were these Japanese people believing him to be her accomplice?

And what about this nuclear electromagnetic device? Who knew what that was? Was it that woman's doing? These people couldn't find the woman, so they came after him. But when he explained, they didn't believe him, and these Japanese didn't seem like good people either; they might be secret Japanese intelligence agents or something. Lü Zhe, having served in the military, had a natural aversion to the Japanese. 03-01 Episode 15

Don't tell me I don't know what you're talking about; even if I did, I wouldn't tell you Japanese devils.

"It doesn't really matter whether you talk or not."

The Japanese man had been trying to outmaneuver him all day, using every trick in the book, but this Chinese man was incredibly stubborn.

He wouldn't admit to anything, no matter how much he pleaded, his ability to feign ignorance was top-notch. However, he trusted his organization's judgment; this Lü Zhe was definitely an overseas agent of a Chinese intelligence organization. The fact that they couldn't find anything in the Dongxing Enterprise employee files meant the Chinese had done a brilliant job arranging this cover for him.

He had anticipated this man wouldn't speak easily. Since he dared to come to a foreign country to carry out an assassination mission, it meant he was a fearless assassin; it would be abnormal for such a person to easily betray him.

Lü Zhe ignored him. A Chinese soldier, even a former soldier, would rather submit to a pig than submit to a Japanese. At this moment, he strangely forgot about Su Chen and his own fate; he was determined not to yield.

“We’ve found a lead. Once my partner returns, we’ll know the outcome of this mission. You went to great lengths to hijack our ship, only to have it all stolen. In the end, the cargo still ended up in our hands. Do you think the Ministry of State Security will let you off easily when you return home? You’re nothing but a defeated dog who failed in his mission. We’re all in the same line of work; you should know without me saying that you have no future in this line of work.”

“What’s it to you whether I have a future or not!”

As the Japanese man was speaking, a fully armed, burly black man entered, gave him a wink, and the man understood and left. The burly man stared at Lü Zhe with a gun, his expression blank.

Lü Zhe ignored him, lost in thought. He had no idea where he was. He had been blindfolded and shoved into a car, and when he opened his eyes, he was in this simple, dilapidated house. To be honest, he was increasingly certain that he was caught up in some major incident, but strangely enough… some things were still hard to bear, and he couldn’t understand them. Just then, the sound of Japanese conversation came from outside the door. It must be that Japanese woman returning.

He wondered what they were saying… He couldn't understand Japanese, he had no idea what they were saying…

He had no idea what they were saying…

Hmm? Damn!

A scene from the past flashed through Lü Zhe's mind like a lightning bolt, a flash of light. Where did the incident begin? Those two black policemen, their conversation in the restroom. He was only separated from them by a door. That's where all he knew about Su Chen started. Their conversation…

their conversation… Why was it in English?

Lü Zhe felt as if his mind had suddenly clicked. They were local natives; when no one was around, they wouldn't need to speak English, they could just speak their native language. Why were they speaking English? And so poorly at that; clearly, English wasn't their forte. Normally, they would converse in Japanese like these two Japanese bastards.

Unless they were deliberately speaking to him?

There was no other reasonable explanation. He had been blinded by anger back then and hadn't considered such details. Now, thinking back, the situation was truly abnormal; those two were deliberately speaking to him.

That meant they had been watching him all along. The encounter in the restroom wasn't accidental, and considering his subsequent experiences, it was clear someone had set a trap, luring him in step by step.

He regretted not thinking

this through earlier. This meant his predicament wasn't accidental; it was a deliberate setup, premeditated. He was incredibly lucky to be alive.

Unconsciously, Lü Zhe felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

Who had he offended? Why was someone trying to kill him like this?

Those two policemen must know something…

As he pondered this, the two Japanese men outside the door were also filled with excitement. The woman was carrying a suitcase containing a large, precision-engineered metal component, so shiny it was almost reflective, clearly related to high technology.

“It’s been inspected, and it’s definitely a part from there.”

“What about the others?”

“Not here, in Kub, within E country. They’re just the laborers; they’re not the real owners.”

“What price did they ask for?”

“Just this one.”

The woman pointed to the item in the suitcase, “It’s $100,000.”

“These guys are really asking for a lot.”

“Report back home. We’re preparing to return to E country. Once we find the item, our mission is complete. As for the price, that’s a matter for home; we don’t need to worry about it.”

“What about him?”

“He’s with him, waiting for headquarters to come and collect him.”

“Returning to E country might not be easy, considering we just came from there. What if another conflict breaks out…”

“Kub is within the territory of another tribe.”

“Then should we…”

The man made a gesture of silencing him. JCIA had sent a secret paramilitary force with them on this trip precisely because of the war-torn East Africa, fearing unforeseen circumstances. This paramilitary unit was a secret JCIA department, essentially a non-existent force: the Rising Sun 4th Unit, dedicated to special overseas combat missions. Composed entirely of foreign nationals, it was an elite assault force with formidable combat capabilities.

The mercenaries who sniped Tuoli, and the robbery of Lü Zhe, were their handiwork.

The woman smiled but remained silent…

Three hours later…

“What the hell is going on…”

Looking at the scene before them, both the pimp and Zhou Xu instinctively sensed something was wrong. The pirates who had led the way were in a panic, frantically searching around with their guns drawn, shouting and yelling, but Zhou Xu knew the killer had long since vanished.

This black market merchant's secret hideout was now littered with corpses and blood.

Undoubtedly, someone had gotten there first and then silenced everyone. Zhou Xu glanced at the pimp; his face was ashen, clearly sharing the same thought. His men were on high alert, their weapons drawn, vigilantly scanning their surroundings. The surrounding area was a desolate wasteland, hardly enough to hide anyone.

"Any survivors?"

After the Russians joined the search, they soon made a discovery. A half-dead man was carried before them. He seemed to have been stunned by the grenade, only unconscious, but now he was awake.

"This is the only survivor we've found."

"Who did it? Ask him who did it?"

The pirates spoke to him in their native language for a long time before he finally understood.

"The Japanese? They arrived first! And they were pretty ruthless,"

the pimp mused. "Looks like they got what they wanted, otherwise they wouldn't have bothered killing everyone. How did they transport it? Such a large item? No heavy transport vehicles, and they could only go by sea..."

"No, they went to Kub. This is just a sample part; the real product is in Kub,"

"Kub!"

The pimp immediately perked up.

"He said he can take you there!"

Seeing the corpses scattered everywhere, the pirate leader knew he'd probably gotten himself into something terrible. Right now, all he wanted was to collect his money and run; he didn't want to deal with these Russians anymore.

Zhou Xu quietly put away his phone, wondering if Feng Wu would receive this important intelligence in time.

"What are we waiting for? Let's go!"

The border between Somalia and Country E is essentially undefended, guarded only by Country E's border troops. These border guards have all accepted bribes from both sides, and smuggling is rampant every day, so they're used to it. Entering and leaving the country is just as easy; money can settle everything. Several vehicles sped along the roadless wilderness along the border.

Country E's infrastructure is very underdeveloped. The railway is only about 200 kilometers long, running from Bisha through the capital to Michwa. There are only two highways, running the length of the country, leading west to Sultan Qasara and Karola respectively. Both highways pass through the capital, and on the other side, Kub is the only route to the tribal areas, not far from the Somali border. Beyond that, there are countless rural roads, dirt tracks, and mountain paths, which the government hasn't had time to keep track of.

Once on the highway, they found large groups of people gathered everywhere on the mainland. Some were herding cattle, many were carrying weapons, and some were shouting and spitting as they spoke, their emotions running high. The crowd joined in, brandishing machetes, bows and arrows, and wildly waving guns, as if it were a pre-battle mobilization.

A little further on, they saw another group, seemingly sharpening their weapons, numbering over a thousand. Their shouts were even louder, and they were spread out on both sides of the highway, mostly young and strong.

Military vehicles were parked in the middle of the road, with riot police in riot gear holding shields watching the scene like spectators. There were even soldiers with fully armed armored vehicles and machine guns mounted, watching the crowds intently. Officers were also seen making urgent phone calls, their faces showing anxiety.

What were these people doing? Were they preparing for war? Weren't relations between the two countries supposed to be easing? Had something gone wrong internally? It didn't look like a civil war; it looked more like two sides were about to engage in a brawl.

The roads were chaotic, but thankfully no one stopped or checked anything, and they quickly entered Kub city.

Calling it a city center felt like a rural area—a typical street with two buildings—and the interior was even more chaotic, teeming with people. It seemed this was the main battlefield, with the others just providing cover. The car weaved through the crowd, turned a corner, and came to an open area—a factory yard with a wall and a warehouse-like building inside.

"This is it!"

The pimp frowned, instinctively feeling unsafe. With people so disorganized, if something suddenly happened, the situation could easily spiral out of control.

The guide, a complete idiot, gestured and explained that this was the place.

Let's get out and check it out. Is this place always this chaotic?

Zhou Xu was the first to jump out of the car, his hand on the pistol at his waist. The Russians in the vehicle got out, but before they could even pick up their weapons, a deafening roar erupted, followed by a large section of the wall collapsing. Amidst the billowing dust, the warehouse inside had inexplicably exploded. A cloud of dust and smoke filled the air, and screams erupted as several people stumbled and tumbled in all directions.

Then, a bullet, seemingly from nowhere, struck a Russian gunman, sending him sprawling through the blood mist.

Then, it's unclear who returned fire first, but chaos erupted both inside and outside the wall. Bullets flew wildly through the air; almost no one knew who their enemy was, instinctively firing wherever they saw people. Anyone not their comrade was considered an enemy. Everyone knew they were in trouble, trapped in an ambush. They desperately wanted to escape the chaos, but with the enemy situation unclear, they dared not retreat rashly for fear of falling into another ambush.

The sudden burst of gunfire and violent explosions drove the crowd outside into a frenzy, the shouts and screams of thousands completely drowning out the gunfire. Everyone rushed towards the source of the thick smoke, and the road was instantly swallowed up by a dark mass of people. In the chaos, two groups collided and immediately began fighting.

Machetes flew, iron bars whistled, and with the overwhelming crowd, the situation was completely out of control. Someone in the crowd secretly opened fire, and screams echoed as people fell from both sides. Those who rushed to the explosion site were met with a hail of bullets from snipers. The two groups already engaged in combat mistakenly identified these newcomers as enemies, resulting in dozens of deaths and injuries. The crowd went berserk; some threw Molotov cocktails at the other side, igniting several fires. The men with guns began firing at the other side, while simultaneously shooting at those around them. The entire situation was chaotic.

When a large number of military and police arrived menacingly in armored vehicles, the crazed tribal natives turned their attention to the outsiders. The military and police machine guns opened fire, followed by a series of explosions…

at the Presidential Palace in the capital.

The President of Country E is watching CNN news. The female reporter is on the scene reporting on the ethnic riots in Kub. The scene is chaotic and messy, with fires everywhere, heavily armed soldiers running around, and burnt cars everywhere. Gunshots can be heard off-screen.

"How did the situation get out of control?"

the Vice President asked, his face flushed with embarrassment. "It was originally just two tribes arguing over water, nothing serious. But then someone blew up a feed warehouse—a government-regulated warehouse used by both sides. Everyone assumed the other was responsible, and the situation spiraled out of control. Plus, unidentified foreign militants were spotted firing shots, further escalating the situation."

"Foreign militants? Have they been identified?"

"We're still investigating, but I think...it's definitely related to Country A!"

the President sighed. "The most important thing right now is to stabilize the situation. The Kub region was originally under your tribe's jurisdiction, and those two smaller tribes are branches of your tribe. I'll need your help again this time. You have influence over them, so I need your assistance. I can't let this hold me back; I can't miss the ribbon-cutting ceremony."

"I understand, I'll go. But given the current situation in Kub, I'm afraid the road is impassable."

"I'll fly."

"When do you depart?"

"Four days later, June 20th."

"The road ahead is blocked."

"The road is blocked."

Gullit, holding binoculars, stood on the roof of the car, looking at the distant highway—the country's only national road. Through the binoculars, he could see tanks blocking the road, soldiers standing behind barbed wire and barbed wire saddlebags, and sandbag fortifications with machine guns set up along the roadside—a picture of readiness. Soldiers used loudspeakers to drive away anyone or any vehicle approaching, preventing them from moving forward. On both sides of the highway, in the wasteland, were jeeps and armed pickup trucks, along with the wreckage of two destroyed cars, and corpses littered the ground.

Clearly, this was the fate of anyone who dared to disobey or try to bypass the blockade. Besides the main road, the adjacent wasteland was likely covered with landmines by engineers.

Many vehicles were stuck in traffic, some turning around, others unable to move forward or backward. Local indigenous people leading livestock stretched for hundreds of meters, a dense, dark mass. People were walking around Feng Wu's car, but thankfully they were all Black and not too conspicuous.

"The city's probably in complete chaos,"

Gullit thought, noticing the thick smoke billowing in the camera's view. Gunfire could be heard intermittently.

"What a coincidence! We just received the intelligence, and then Kub got into trouble. This is no coincidence. The Russians and Japanese may have been dragged into this riot. This is Tuoli's doing. This is a trap. The real thing is definitely not here."

"But Kub isn't in Tuoli's sphere of influence, is it? To create such a big commotion, it would be impossible without the cooperation of local forces. Could it be that the tribes here have also been bought off by Tuoli?"

"Whose sphere of influence are these tribes?" "

The maternal clan of the Vice President of E country has a lot of influence here."

"Vice President..."

Feng Wu frowned and thought for a moment. So far, she had obtained quite a lot of information, and she vaguely felt that she had overlooked something. This series of intelligence should be related. Had she subconsciously sensed something? Otherwise, why did she feel this way...? She felt like the knot in her mind was about to be untied. It seemed that if she thought about it a little more, she would get results, but the more she thought about it, the more impatient she became, making it impossible for her to calm down.

The more she tried to calm down, the more she couldn't help but think, as if thinking a little more would lead to a clue.

Was she overthinking things? She knew that the more anxious and impatient she became, the closer she was to finding a clue. She had probably already mentally rehearsed those clues a thousand times; there must be a logical explanation, which was why she felt this way.

Could the Vice President also be an accomplice of Tuoli? He was the Vice President of a country; money held no appeal for him anymore. Was it power? He was already a high-ranking official, a chieftain of a large tribe. What benefit could he gain from cooperating with Tuoli?

Could it be… the presidential throne?

If so, then the Tuoli Group's influence in E country was truly boundless. Such a network of relationships couldn't have been built in a year or two. Could it be… a coup d'état in E country? But the current president was highly popular, democratically elected, and advocated for regional stability, earning him international praise. Openly overthrowing him would certainly face resistance from all sides, and the president's own tribal armed forces were not to be underestimated.

Assassination is even more difficult. In a country in a prolonged state of war, even ordinary citizens are highly vigilant, let alone the president, who is always surrounded by bodyguards. Snipe him out of the box. Moreover, if the president were assassinated, his tribe would certainly riot, potentially leading to civil war. Feng Wu couldn't see any benefit in that; it would likely only benefit Country A.

If she couldn't figure out the vice president's motives or methods for causing trouble, then she was wrong.

Tuoli simply knew about the unrest and cleverly exploited it. That was Tuoli's conspiracy: disrupting Country E's arms deal, sabotaging China's smuggling plans, and then ruthlessly exploiting China. As a commercial organization, Tuoli's audacity meant it must have powerful backers.

The US? Britain? Western powers? Stealing aircraft and electromagnetic devices was likely to curry favor with these countries, perhaps even at their behest.

But what role did Dongxing play in all of this? Dongxing's iron ore mine is currently the largest and most important foreign investment project in E country. According to Su Chen, this project is a complete trap; they were utterly scammed. But why would Dongxing knowingly continue investing? It's practically handing money over to the other party. Is this at the behest of the central government? Gao Shan hinted that Dongxing's investment seemed to be authorized by high-ranking government officials.

In Tuoli's plan, are these the only two aspects targeting China: electromagnetic devices and ruthlessly ripping off Dongxing? Both have now been achieved.

And then there's Lü Zhe. Using him to eliminate the lecherous chieftain and then installing his brother, thus establishing an ally, would increase Tuoli's influence in E country, while simultaneously using this as leverage to coerce China into making more concessions on the iron ore project.

Was the assassination of that Australian billionaire for this purpose?

This deal is part of a larger strategy targeting China, tailor-made for China, and they know China will have to swallow its pride and suffer the consequences, which is why they can't tolerate anyone interfering. Honestly, these two moves are quite ruthless when it comes to striking at China. So far, Tuoli has almost won a complete victory because China has suffered losses but has no way to retaliate.

Thinking of this, Feng Wu sighed slightly. Tuoli has already won. Even if the Russians recover the plane, and even if she recovers the cargo, there is no substantial loss for Tuoli. Its influence in Africa has still expanded, and it may even have some evidence of cooperation between the Ministry of Security and pirate organizations. This is a great threat to the reputation of the Chinese government in the world, especially in Africa.

In the town of Kub, smoke filled the air, bullets flew through the air, and people were running around in chaos, clutching their heads. Corpses were scattered everywhere, and the town was in complete disarray. Every passable road in the town, from east to west, was guarded by heavily armed soldiers. Western journalists wearing vests and helmets were also excitedly crouching down, like stalkers, popping up everywhere, talking into the camera while instructing the photographers to take pictures.

The two small tribes, who had been so aggressive and ready to fight just moments before, were now terrified and scattered in all directions. The scene of thousands of people fleeing in chaos was quite spectacular. Unexpectedly, the army actually went for it and opened fire. Although some people saw some strange foreigners seemingly mixed in with the crowd, with bullets whizzing overhead, no one cared about such things.

Many people realized something was wrong as soon as the gunfire started, dropped their weapons, and ran. Chaos erupted. Some elderly, women, and children were trampled, while others who had brought cattle and livestock were caught by the soldiers before they could escape. But the gunfire continued unabated, as if the army had exchanged fire with someone. Some shouted that it was guerrillas from country A, others said pirates had landed, and still others said foreign spies. In short, soldiers from all directions flocked to the point of fire, seemingly no longer caring about the others.

Soon, every available hiding place around the firefight zone was swarming with soldiers, a dense, dark mass of figures, numbering around a hundred.

"Damn it!"

Zhou Xu cursed, raising his gun to fire a series of shots, but the enemy fire was simply too intense, including both light and heavy machine guns. The brick wall he was using as cover was quickly pushed about by the bullets, billowing smoke and dust. He desperately kept his body low, unable to peek out, let alone aim.

With a whoosh, the brick wall finally collapsed under the hail of bullets. Luckily, Zhou Xu was prepared; he rolled to Butterfly's feet, and Eagle Eye and Butterfly grabbed him by the collar and dragged him over. A burst of bullets almost chased after Zhou Xu's feet, sending sand and dust flying.

The gunfire outside continued relentlessly. The enemy, true veterans of decades of combat, possessed combat experience no less than these self-proclaimed elite professionals, and they had an overwhelming numerical advantage. They methodically cleared the cover one by one, not rushing in, and maintained suppressive fire throughout.

The Russian agents, including the pimp, were being beaten so badly they couldn't even lift their heads, while the Japanese were actually fighting alongside them.

Both sides were intelligent and, by this point, realized something was amiss. They had both entered the town dressed in traditional tribal clothing, and the explosion was suspicious. After a brief exchange of fire, they both chose to disengage, hoping to slip away amidst the chaos. However, even in the midst of the chaos, they were precisely targeted by unidentified enemies and quickly spotted by the soldiers.

Clearly, someone was orchestrating this.

After a brief exchange, they learned that the Japanese hadn't killed anyone in Somalia to cover their tracks; the deaths of those in the black market were the work of someone else. Now, the "survivor" was nowhere to be found; it was unclear whether he had died or escaped during the chaos. With no other options, they decided to join forces to overcome the crisis.

However, their situation couldn't be worse. They had no reinforcements, were unfamiliar with the terrain, and their opponents were the government forces of Country E. While they could wreak havoc in Iraq in secret, openly fighting the government forces of another country on foreign soil was a consequence they couldn't afford. Inflicting casualties on the other side would be tantamount to an open declaration of war. Moreover, given the current situation, escape seemed unlikely. If he were captured and his identity exposed, Russia's reputation in the international community would suffer a devastating blow—a colossal international scandal.

Of course, Russia would deny everything if it came to that, but what about his life? He certainly wouldn't survive; he'd be sentenced or executed—he didn't know what the laws of E country were like.

His real enemy wasn't the soldiers outside, but the mastermind behind everything—Tuoli.

Since they weren't his enemy, there was no need for hostile measures.

"What the hell are you doing! Get out of here!"

Zhou Xu, his face covered in dirt and his eyes glazed, rubbed them frantically. Blood streamed down his face; a stray bullet had nearly cracked his skull. He yelled at the pimp while looking around for a way to escape. Their car was riddled with holes; the only way to escape now was to steal another vehicle.

Lu Zhe simply lay prone on the ground, tightly pressed against the wall. Even someone as dense as him would realize by now what level of trouble he'd been dragged into. Besides, he wasn't actually stupid; he just hadn't realized it at first. These Japanese, and the European-looking group that had inexplicably joined in, were definitely spies, agents, or mercenaries. And he, inexplicably, was being treated as a Chinese intelligence agent. They seemed to believe he was the murderer of that bastard chieftain, and that his death was linked to some kind of espionage operation.

What electromagnetic device? He had no idea what they were talking about. But it was clear that the dead chieftain was connected to the theft of this device, and perhaps even to the Chinese government. He'd been framed for murder, and by sheer luck, become a Chinese agent.

And what about the foreigners? They all spoke English, and their origins were impossible to discern from their appearances. But one Asian-looking man seemed somewhat Chinese.

Just moments ago, the Japanese had been exchanging fire with them, and now they were comrades-in-arms.

The whistling of bullets overhead reminded him of his training days: the deafening explosions, the acrid smell of gunpowder, the nauseating bits of mangled flesh, and buckets of what he couldn't tell was urine or blood being poured over him. That feeling slowly returned.

Gradually, the initial terror subsided, replaced by an almost irrepressible urge to try.

"Give me a gun! Give me a gun! I can help!"

The Japanese woman, holding a short Uzi in each hand, fired and dodged, seemingly oblivious to the bullets coming from the opposite direction. She frantically searched for an opening. Hearing Lü Zhe's shout, she glanced at him, decisively kicked him, then pounced on him like a hungry wolf, pressing her knee into his back.

"You fucking trying to pull a fast one?"

"You need manpower now. More people, more strength."

"Now you admit it?"

Ordinary civilians, unfamiliar with weapons, were terrified. Someone who dared to ask for weapons and remained so calm was no ordinary person. The Japanese woman's eyes clearly confirmed her judgment; this Chinese agent had finally revealed his true colors in this life-or-death situation.

"This isn't the time to talk about that,"

Lü Zhe could only vaguely reply. Then, a mocking sneer appeared on the Japanese woman's face, and an M4 was handed to him. Lü Zhe's hand immediately sharpened as he touched the gun. Although the M4 and the Type 95 were very different, Lü Zhe had been trained in using similar weapons during special training in the military. The Japanese woman watched coldly, and after observing Lü Zhe's simple tactical movements and demeanor while aiming, she immediately knew he was a rigorously trained professional marksman. "

Finally, he's given himself away, still trying to play dumb with me."

Lü Zhe didn't care. He released the safety and fired several bursts, firing without hesitation, aiming and shooting. A soldier, barely halfway out of the room, was shot in the chest and fell to the ground. He twitched a few times, then lay still; it was unclear whether he was dead or alive.

Seeing someone fall, both sides were shocked. The troops outside were furious, officers yelling into their walkie-talkies. Not only was the incoming fire intensifying, but tanks were also rumbling down the road. Those inside knew the situation was hopeless; the casualties inflicted on the enemy were a serious matter. There was no time to slowly find a way out; they had to force a breakout and escape this dangerous place as quickly as possible. Otherwise, once the enemy's heavy weapons came in, how long could they withstand the onslaught? These veteran soldiers, seasoned in combat, had no qualms; they dared to fire even in the city.

"Retreat quickly! If we don't retreat now, we'll be wiped out!"

Although Lü Zhe held a gun, the situation was dire. It was a miracle that their side hadn't suffered any casualties yet, but even so, the intense firepower had them pinned down. The enemy hadn't pressed their advantage because they were waiting for their heavy weapons to be deployed.

His shout to the Japanese echoed the sentiments of everyone present; if they didn't run now, they would have no chance.

The pimp and the Japanese exchanged glances, then simultaneously ordered their men to retreat immediately, providing cover for each other. Because the Russians were caught off guard, they hadn't had time to carefully plan their escape route. They could only follow the emergency plan set by the Japanese, running from a weed-covered, dry ditch behind the warehouse towards the edge of town. They didn't care how many enemies were waiting for them outside the town; a large group of obstacles blocked their way.

On the open ground to the right of the ditch, there were at least a hundred people, seemingly the civilians who had joined the commotion earlier, now terrified and running around like headless flies. Around them were twenty or thirty government soldiers, waving their weapons to disperse the crowd. Some sharp-eyed men spotted "enemy agents" emerging and shouted, raising their guns to fire.

Chaos erupted immediately. Most of the crowd dropped to the ground, covering their heads, some hiding behind trees, some behind vehicles, and some behind houses. Only the soldiers and those attempting to break through remained standing. Seeing their prey about to escape, the soldiers opened fire in a hail of bullets, a dense rain of bullets falling upon them. Lü Zhe instinctively ducked, but the others nimbly dodged, none of them hit. They even returned fire while dodging, their marksmanship exceptionally accurate, and in a short time, six or seven of the enemy soldiers had fallen.

In this critical moment, everyone was using their most formidable skills. They had deliberately avoided killing their opponents to prevent the situation from escalating, but now, in a fight to the death, Lü Zhe was witnessing firsthand the true strength of these battle-hardened mercenaries.

Aside from himself, no one lay prone. They kept moving, dodging, their assault rifles spitting fire as they charged forward relentlessly. Despite the enemy's superior numbers and weaponry, they were suppressed. After several fell, they dared not peek out, only extending their rifles to fire wildly. In this way, the Russians leading the way successfully crossed the blockade.

"Go!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

With frantic shouts, Lü Zhe was pulled up by the Japanese woman and sprinted forward, crouching low. He heard the terrifying whistling of bullets beside his ears, heard screams, and out of the corner of his eye saw people fall, red blood mist dispersing in the air.

The enemy was, after all, a regular army. Although their tactics were somewhat reckless, they had fought many wars and were truly fearless in critical moments. The continuous barrage of fire caused casualties on their side. One fell, another followed. The pursuers emerged along their retreat route, and under the even denser fire, a third fell.

Lü Zhe felt a sharp pain in his leg, wondering if he had been wounded. He stumbled, nearly falling.

Enemies surrounded him. Although they were suppressed by his own precise marksmanship and dared not advance easily, they still had a numerical advantage. Bullets flew through the air, their accuracy questionable, but still a significant threat.

He couldn't get out… Was he really going to be riddled with bullets here?

For no apparent reason, he wouldn't even know why he died…

In this critical moment, fear didn't fill Lü Zhe's mind; instead, this thought crossed his mind.

Then he saw two pickup trucks speeding towards him.

Machine gun fire erupted, and soldiers blocking his path were felled one after another. The Japanese support personnel stationed on the perimeter arrived just in time. The two pickups rammed into a soldier blocking their way and drove directly into the firing zone. The men in the trucks opened fire with their machine guns, and snipers were picking off targets in the distance. Lü Zhe didn't even bother to check if he was missing anything; he stumbled and scrambled onto the truck bed.

"Get in the truck!"

the Japanese woman shouted, but with three wounded soldiers, someone had to help and drag them along. It was a struggle to get them into the truck, and just as it turned around, a wall collapsed, and a Type 59 tank emerged from the dust cloud, roaring and billowing smoke. Its turret was twisted, the gun pointed directly at the two pickup trucks.

At that moment, Lü Zhe's heart almost stopped.

Then, with a deafening roar, the steel behemoth shook. Huge fireballs and plumes of smoke erupted from the cannon, and shells exploded violently on the ground. Although they didn't directly hit the trucks, the powerful blast wave, carrying thick smoke and dust, overturned one of the vehicles. The massive explosion deafened everyone, and the people in the other vehicle were almost thrown out.

Lü Zhe was dizzy and disoriented; he couldn't hear anything, and his vision was blurry. But he remained conscious; he knew he was lucky. The enemy gunner clearly needed more training. The shot was well-placed, but it was a standard grenade. A true assassin would have used anti-personnel rounds—those that fire hundreds of tiny iron arrows at once. A single shot like that would have completely covered the front, wiping out the crew of both tanks.

Even so, their situation was dire. One tank had overturned, trapping three men underneath, their fate unknown. The rest were barely able to stand, clearly shaken by the shell.

It was over… surrender…

This thought crossed more than one person's mind, especially when they saw the second tank approaching. Despair gripped them. But then, they stared in disbelief as the second tank's gun pointed at the first, firing from less than ten meters away.

The violent explosion shattered the tank's side skirts, blew off two road wheels, detached the idler wheels, and snapped the tracks, sending thick smoke and flames soaring into the sky. Although the crew wasn't directly hit, the shockwave left them all with broken bones and unconscious. The soldiers beside the tank were stunned, wondering what had gotten into this new tank. Had the crew all gone mad? Those who reacted rushed to put out the fire and rescue those inside, while the rest watched helplessly as the tank, after accidentally injuring its comrades, drove straight towards the enemy without hesitation.

"It's the enemy!"

Someone quickly realized what was happening, and various weapons opened fire on the tank, but it was like a tickle, unable to harm this traitor in the slightest. Instead, the turret twisted, and the coaxial machine gun next to the main gun unleashed a barrage, scattering the crowd.

The turret's top cover opened, and Butterfly poked her head out, turned the anti-aircraft machine gun above, and fired towards the ditch. The massive recoil made Butterfly's entire upper body sway, making it impossible for her to aim. But even without accuracy, the heavy projectile was incredibly powerful, shattering brick and mud walls alike. Houses collapsed, and the pursuers could no longer get close, retreating into ditches, some even turning back.

"What? Them?"

The pimp stared at Butterfly in disbelief. These were those second-rate agents from Country B. When did they get their hands on a tank? In the chaos, he hadn't noticed where they'd gone, assuming they'd been scattered. He'd even considered abandoning them, but… these guys were no pushovers.

Lu Zhe pushed the control stick forward. Aside from the deafening noise and vibrations in the cockpit, he couldn't hear anything else. The blast had left him feeling nauseous. Luckily, he'd learned how to drive this old-fashioned tank when he was a mercenary; he wouldn't know how to drive a newer model. Even so, he couldn't take it anymore. The vibrations from starting this old tank were unbearable, and the whole truck reeked of diesel fuel and exhaust fumes. He remembered someone saying that tanks shouldn't be driven for 200 kilometers at a stretch, or the people inside would have problems. Now, he had only driven less than a kilometer, and he already felt like he was going to vomit his brains out.

"Stop! Stop!"

Hawkeye, who was temporarily acting as the gunner, watched the tank rush forward, almost running over the pickup truck. He shouted and kicked Zhou Xu. Only then did Zhou Xu react, pulling the left lever to the side and pushing the right lever all the way forward. The tank's left track immediately locked completely, and its massive body spun around violently, completely blocking the pickup truck's path. Butterfly opened its mouth and spat out after the tank stopped, but its hands still gripped the anti-aircraft machine gun, the muzzle pointing directly at the enemy.

She and Zhou Xu, along with Hawkeye, had been separated from the main force in the chaos. Luckily, they stumbled upon a tank undergoing repairs, and she found herself drawn to Zhou Xu's insane plan to steal it. This guy claimed to know how to drive a tank, but heaven knows he hadn't driven one in over a decade. Once on board, she realized tanks were no place for humans.

The series of battles they'd just witnessed terrified her; this was the reality of armored warfare. She felt nauseous. Hawkeye's face was covered in engine oil, but his ashen complexion was still visible.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

Zhou Xu and Hawkeye scrambled out, looking utterly disheveled. With the tank shielding them from the bullets, they frantically pulled the people from under the overturned pickup truck. Including the wounded from earlier, there were four seriously injured and two dead, all in critical condition.

A rocket-propelled grenade struck the turret, exploding into a massive fireball and plume of black smoke. The jet of hot metal pierced a hole in the armor, leaving the outside a scorched mess, clearly indicating that the enemy had launched a second attack.

"If we don't leave now, we're all done for!"

Everyone knew that there was no time to worry about the wounded; the only option was to kill and cover their tracks. But even this slight delay was too late. A tremendous roar erupted from the sky, and a fierce wind whipped up dust, making it difficult for them to stand. A Hind attack helicopter appeared overhead, its massive form seemingly blocking out the sunlight.

Slowly, soldiers from Country E emerged, guns drawn and menacing, numbering in the dozens, completely blocking their retreat. Another tank approached from afar, followed by an armored vehicle, trailing hordes of armed soldiers.

The enemy, a force accustomed to long-term warfare, reacted swiftly. But this extinguished Zhou Xu and his men's last hope; they should have simply fled in the tank.

Everyone ceased resistance; further resistance was suicidal. As the tanks and armored vehicles rumbled closer, the Japanese woman, her face ashen, was the first to drop her gun. The Japanese man, wounded twice and covered in blood, lay on the ground barely breathing. She obediently raised her hands, and her men followed suit, helplessly lowering their weapons and surrendering expressionlessly.

Hundreds of soldiers surrounded them, the air currents and dust kicked up by helicopters whistling through the air. Each soldier, their faces contorted with murderous intent, shouted in a language they couldn't understand—a language universally understood—pointing guns at them.

Zhou Xu and his men, seeing the Japanese had given up resistance, knew it was over and obediently laid down their weapons.

The pimps also reluctantly lowered their weapons, and the Russians surrendered as well.

Then, someone swung a large knife from behind and struck the pimp hard in the back, blood splattering high. The pimp groaned and fell to the ground. Several enraged soldiers rushed forward, slashing wildly with knives and smashing him with rifle butts. The Russian agents nearby, who had already surrendered, paled at the sight. Before they could even react, they were beaten down by the soldiers rushing at them from behind, rifle butts and large knives raining down on them, with several gun barrels pointed at them.

Clearly, these African natives hadn't heard of the Geneva Conventions, and the military law of E country contained no provision for the humane treatment of prisoners of war. Of course, in the eyes of the enemy, they weren't even prisoners; they were merely despicable and insidious "enemy agents." And since they were hateful white colonists, they deserved to die even more.

The Japanese woman's fate wasn't much better. Several of her black men were handcuffed, beaten until they rolled on the ground, screaming in agony, and quickly became covered in wounds. The Russians were covered in blood, and it was unclear whether they were dead.

Butterfly and the Japanese woman were dragged out, first slapped repeatedly, then someone came and stripped them naked. The Japanese woman's clothes were completely ripped open, revealing her alluring curves through her close-fitting vest. A man who looked like an officer came over, ripped off her vest, grabbed her breasts, and twisted her nipples hard. The Japanese woman's face contorted in pain, and she couldn't help but cry out.

The officer twisted even harder; he himself was nearly driven mad with rage.

For these enemy agents, three of his men had died, and twenty-one were wounded—all his own people. Even a tank had been severely damaged. His superior was definitely not satisfied with this outcome. He couldn't touch the three tank thieves for the time being; the damage they caused was too great, and he might have to deal with them personally. But the remaining people—the woman and the white men—he couldn't quell his anger without torturing them thoroughly.

He didn't know who these people were; when his superior gave him the assignment, he only said they were enemy agents. Since they were enemy agents, he would follow the old rules: torture the men to extract confessions, then burn them alive with gasoline; gang rape the women and sell them as sex slaves.

By this time, the Russians were covered in knife wounds, their flesh mangled, and one was already dead. The others were also unable to move, only able to gasp for breath. All eyes were on the Japanese woman.

The officer pinched the Japanese woman's mouth shut and spat into it. Then, in front of everyone, he shoved her violently onto the tank, flipped her over, grabbed her pants, and pulled them down forcefully, revealing two strong, long legs. The surrounding soldiers cheered, their eyes gleaming. Soldiers who fight often indulge in arson, murder, rape, and debauchery, especially battle-hardened veterans. Living for a lifetime, they're numb to everything, the more they kill, the more excited they become. They'll have their way with whoever they can today, regardless of anything else.

"You slut, I'm going to fuck you!"

the officer said in broken French, then forcefully pressed the Japanese woman's back down, forcing her breasts against the tank. He grabbed her buttocks from behind, unbuckled his belt, revealing his already erect penis, and pressed it directly against her buttocks. His hard penis was pressed between her legs, where it was dry. The officer spat and smeared it haphazardly, then his eyes gleamed with the ferocity of a lustful beast. He grabbed her buttocks and thrust forward, pressing his entire body against her back. The Japanese woman let out a soft moan, her body jerking forward, but then she was pinned down, unable to move, only her breasts undulating flat against the steel plate.

The soldiers around him burst into laughter, some even pulling out their penises and masturbating, others filming with their phones, and still others yelling loudly. The outer perimeter was sealed off, preventing reporters from getting here; this was now their territory.

Lü Zhe lay on the ground, his right calf indeed wounded, a stray bullet had gnawed at it, and his entire trouser leg was now soaked in blood. No one was bandaging him; the blood clung to his skin, and he could only desperately clutch his leg, praying that the wound wouldn't get infected—in this place, without timely bandaging, it was easy to develop sepsis.

Of course, his situation was much better now; the Russians next to him were covered in cuts and barely breathing, flies swarming around them, and even without being finished off, they would likely die of blood loss soon.

The Japanese woman, on the other hand, was pinned to the tank, her clothes torn, her breasts crushed and deformed, her body still writhing. All that could be seen below her were two long, white, bare legs that occasionally twitched. The officer held her tightly from behind, pressing his body against hers, his entire weight pressing against her, leaving her no way to struggle.

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