[Urban] The End of Dawn (Complete) - 16-18

In episode 16

, the officer pressed tightly against her buttocks, his hips thrusting rhythmically. Each thrust was accompanied by a wild, animalistic panting, like a tiger starved for two or three months suddenly seizing a lamb.

The Japanese man seemed to be dead, lying motionless on the ground, the air thick with the stench of blood, flies swarming around him.

The Japanese woman was being raped from behind, her body involuntarily undulating with the man's brutal movements. Although she was pressed tightly down, only able to sway slightly, the scene was unexpectedly lewd. Accompanying the man's panting, she let out painful groans, yet a hint of pleasure mingled within them.

The woman's groans further aroused the man's emotions, and the officer began to thrust wildly from behind, pushing his lower body forward even more forcefully. The woman's two naked, beautiful legs were forced apart, hooking behind her to the man's ankles, her breasts rubbing against the armor plates, leaving them covered in red welts. Apart from that, she had no room to move. Each forceful thrust from behind pushed her body forward, but the tank's recoil rendered her immobile, allowing the man to penetrate even deeper.

The man's body odor was disgusting, but this was just an officer; she wondered what the soldiers would be like later—probably even more brutal and lewd. These black devils, their disgusting semen was about to shoot into her uterus…

While enduring the rape, the Japanese woman unexpectedly felt a surge of pleasure. Her genitals became moist from the prolonged friction, and the initial pain lessened. Now, a burning sensation and the pleasure of friction intertwined. She had finally witnessed the African man's penis, each time reaching her deepest point, making her involuntarily tremble and want to dodge, but this only fueled the officer's lust, prompting him to thrust even more fiercely.

"You bitch, I'm going to rip your uterus out!"

The officer, panting, gripped the woman's bare shoulders tightly, thrusting himself in with all his might. He let out a high-pitched roar, his body trembling a dozen times before finally letting out a long breath, followed by a satisfied panting.

The Japanese woman remained motionless, like a dead woman, her muscles tense, only relaxing after a long while.

The officer reluctantly withdrew from the Japanese woman, fastening his belt as he gestured for his men to take turns. Then, ignoring the group of ravenous men surrounding the Japanese woman, he went straight for Zhou Xu.

"Get up!"

The officer's French, thick with a local accent, grabbed Zhou Xu by the neck.

"Who do you work for?"

Someone nearby was filming with a DV camera.

"Who do you work for! Answer my question!"

the officer roared, this time in broken English. Zhou Xu remained silent but didn't resist. Enraged, the officer slapped him hard across the face, leaving Zhou Xu's mouth full of blood and his teeth loose.

He turned and grabbed Hawkeye: "Who do you work for? Americans? Russians? French? Don't try to fool me. Ordinary islands don't have tanks. Where were you trained?"

Hawkeye remained silent. The officer, enraged, laughed and drew his knife.

"You're not afraid of death... but what about this woman?"

He pressed the knife against Butterfly's neck.

"You were sent by Country A, weren't you? I know even if you don't say it. Mercenaries, right? What are your intentions? What are those bastards from Country A sending you for? To cause trouble?"

"Stop!"

A loud shout came from behind. The officer frowned and turned to look.

Several Humvees had entered the blockade zone at some point, their windshields displaying passes issued by the Ministry of National Defense. Four white men got out. These were all burly men, wearing desert combat uniforms with US military tactical bulletproof vests over them, sunglasses, and black baseball caps, carrying M4 tactical assault rifles. The fifth man to get out was a blond white man in a suit and tie, exuding an elite air.

Lu Zhe lay on the ground, clutching his injured leg. He felt he had lost too much blood and was starting to lose consciousness.

But he could still clearly see the man; he looked strangely familiar.

This man… where had he seen him before?

Right, at that airport, at the chief's private airport. He and the chief seemed quite familiar then. And Hong Shitai, that guy seemed to know this man too, yes, he knew him. They had even talked, and he had thought he was just an ordinary businessman. This man… who was he? What did they want? How did he end up here?

“Who are you?”

The officer stood up, clearly annoyed. The white man's car had a Ministry of Defense pass, indicating he had some connections. He shouldn't act rashly before figuring things out.

“These people are now under my command.”

The man smiled, but his words were anything but.

“Under your command! Who the hell are you?”

The officer's anger flared, and he blurted out in a slang term.

“This is a document signed by your superior.”

The man didn't even glance at him, directly holding up a piece of paper in front of him.

The officer's face contorted with rage. He took the phone and saw it was real. He immediately protested, "They killed my men!"

"Oh, then I deeply regret your loss."

The man's face showed no remorse.

"Go to hell! Who the hell are you? Don't even think about taking him away until you explain yourself!"

With a wave of his hand, the soldiers beside him rushed forward, weapons raised. The man's four bodyguards, fearless, quickly aimed their guns at the surrounding area, and the sound of bolts being pulled back filled the air.

"Fine, you want to know who I am. Okay."

The man smiled, took out his phone, dialed a number, said a few words, and handed it to the officer. The officer took the phone, listened to only one sentence, and involuntarily straightened up, his face changing color. He then returned the phone to the man, looking utterly dejected…

When the hood was removed, Lü Zhe realized it was already dark.

He had been hooded since being taken to the car, and he didn't know how much time had passed. He estimated it had been several hours, since it was already dark. Moreover, they had been traveling by car, so they should still be in Africa, though whether they were still in country E was uncertain. After all, having experienced so much, he was no longer oblivious. These people crossing other countries' borders were nothing unusual; they were either spies or international terrorists, even more exaggerated than those in the movies.

What worried him was the man. He knew the dead chief; would he hand him over to his brother?

He was likely framed, and the chief's brother was probably involved, now dragged into these spies' mess. And this man seemed to know about it too. Considering both, could this man also be involved in his framing?

He instinctively felt this possibility was very high.

"Nice to meet you all, welcome to my castle,"

the man smiled, giving an elegant bow. The woman beside him crossed her arms and sneered.

There was no castle around, just the typical desert of East Africa. Although it wasn't very clear in the darkness, he could see barbed wire fencing surrounding the area, stretching into the distance into the night. The ground beneath their feet was an airstrip, at the end of which was a hangar bunker partially buried underground. Next to it were buildings resembling control towers and two small buildings with lights on inside, where people could be seen going in and out.

Not far from them, a number of heavily armed mercenaries were moving things, loaded onto heavy trucks.

Those were…missiles?

Zhou Xu's eyes widened. From their appearance, they were indeed missiles, air-to-air missiles specifically designed for fighter jets. Could it be…? He suddenly thought of airplanes.

“We’ve been watching you for a long time, Mr. World,”

the pimp spoke. He was covered in wounds, but fortunately, none were fatal. His wounds had been treated and the bleeding had stopped, allowing him to speak.

"Oh, I thought you were already dead." "

We've heard a lot about your Tarot Card organization. The lady next to you must be Death. Our plane was stolen thanks to you. I must say, well done."

"You flatter me. You did a great job in Iraq, and even better in Italy."

"But now that we're in your hands, it seems you've won. Can you at least let me die knowing why you stole our plane? Was it just to sabotage the arms deal between our two countries? Or is your military company planning to expand its air business? Don't you have a Red Death?"

"I'm not going to tell you that. But your plane is in my hands, not far away. See that hangar? It's parked in there. Those missiles are meant to be loaded onto it."

"What target will those missiles ultimately be aimed at?"

"You don't need to know that."

"You...you know that sheikh, right? You conspired to frame me, didn't you! You'd better kill me, or else..."

Lu Zhe suddenly erupted, interrupting their conversation, twisting and trying to get closer, but the injury on his leg made him break out in a cold sweat. Then a mercenary came and easily took him down.

"Hmph, isn't this our murderer?"

The world clearly looked down on Lü Zhe; in his plan, he was just a minor character, a side plot device to the main scheme. "I need you alive. You still need to live to confess in front of the media."

"Soon, you'll know what I want to do. I hope you live to see that day. A legend that has ruled the world for two hundred years will be resurrected on the African continent. Then, you'll know the greatness of my plan. The world is changing, a new world is coming, and those countries that can't keep up with the times can only watch

helplessly . They can't stop me, not Russia, not China."

... ********** ... She was fighting alone, without support from the rear, making things incredibly difficult. She didn't care about the Russians' lives, but Feng Wu couldn't remain indifferent to Zhou Xu and his group. However, there was nothing she could do but obediently return; at least their current base was safe. If Zhou Xu and his group were truly in trouble, could she really manage all this on her own? And Tuoli, was that really all they wanted? All this trouble—was it really just to sabotage Russian arms deals and China's nuclear development program? What profit could a commercial organization possibly make from that? Besides clearly offending two world-class powers, what benefits could their backers possibly offer? Even without one aircraft, the Russian arms deal wouldn't be impossible. And China wouldn't die without that electromagnetic device; the ingenuity of the Chinese is universally acknowledged, and they might be able to build it themselves in a few years. Frankly, they could easily stage a flight accident, causing the buyer to question the quality of the Russian fighter jet. They had that capability. This would also disrupt Russia's arms deals, perhaps even more effectively. And then there's the Chinese electromagnetic device. Since it's been manipulated from the beginning, they could easily tamper with it, rendering it unusable. They had many opportunities to do so. But they chose a completely different approach. They could have been much more discreet. And the Dongxing Mining commercial contract—was it really a trap? If so, it's far too obvious. And it's purely about commercial interests, with no political or military factors involved. Judging from Gao Shan's hints, this deceptive contract is clearly a transaction between high-ranking officials of both governments; both sides should have had a tacit understanding beforehand. Although Dongxing Mining didn't discover it initially, they considered ending the cooperation after discovering it, but later, clearly with domestic approval, they acquiesced. In other words, it was a willing buyer and a willing seller. This can't be considered Dongxing being manipulated; it's more accurate to say Dongxing actively walked into the trap. The other side, the chieftain, at most, was taking advantage of the situation; it's not a particularly large or well-hidden trap, because Dongxing discovered the flaws early on. If it were a real trap, it should have been made much more discreet. And regarding the chief's ascension to the throne, if Lü Zhe was truly being used as a pawn, then Tuoli could have done it much more discreetly. They have countless professional assassins; he could have chosen a much safer and more secretive method. Why specifically choose an amateur like Lü Zhe, or rather, a Chinese member of Dongxing, to do this? After all, Lü Zhe wasn't someone they could easily control. If Lü Zhe hadn't acted impulsively, wouldn't all their efforts have been in vain? He wanted to kill his brother and usurp the throne, so why use such a high-risk method? The seemingly reasonable framing of someone else was actually extremely risky, and the entire plan was fraught with uncertainty. Why did Tuoli devise such an amateurish plan? It's unlike their style . They could have done it much more discreetly. And that unfortunate Australian billionaire—his aim was to sabotage China's iron ore contracts. But if Tuoli's trap was really that deep, he could have used another method to stop him. He could have somehow informed him that this was a trap specifically dug for China, and he didn't need to get involved. He probably wouldn't have objected. Or some other method, Feng Wu could think of two or three herself. But none of them directly aimed to kill him. But Tuoli did exactly that. You have to understand, that man was, after all, Australia's richest man; if something happened, it wouldn't go unchecked. They could have done it much more discreetly. They should have been more discreet… Hmm? In other words, there were still things she hadn't noticed. What she had noticed so far was all deliberately shown to her by others, or rather, shown to the world. That richest man, having probably been in the iron ore business his whole life, should be very experienced with that kind of contract, with this kind of contract fraud, and had probably seen countless examples. Perhaps he himself had even done something like that. Perhaps he could see the flaws that the Chinese couldn't see. Perhaps he could see what was truly hidden beneath this seemingly huge trap contract, provided there was something real. Here, we can make an assumption: if Tuoli really was hiding something else, then that Australian richest man would likely have been able to determine that it was a decoy after learning about the contract. If he hadn't paid attention to this matter, that would be fine, but since he had, Tuoli probably thought he couldn't hide it from such an experienced veteran. Of course, he had no obligation to inform the Chinese side, but Tuoli always believed that this person was an uncertain factor and had to be eliminated as soon as possible. In other words, the risk and cost of eliminating this person was worthwhile in order to preserve the possible truth. If we continue to think along these lines, then beneath the seemingly huge pitfall of Tuoli, there is actually a deeper pitfall hidden.

If that's really the case, Feng Wu truly applauded. This really hit a psychological blind spot. Usually, to lure someone into a trap, you'd first offer a small reward, then gradually draw them in. And when people see flat ground ahead, they're wary of hidden pits. Tuoli, however, did the opposite, exposing a poorly concealed pit right in front of you from the start. This actually lowers people's guard.

Since it's already a pit, and they've clearly stated they want you to jump in, and you have to jump in, who would suspect an even deeper trap hidden at the bottom? Once you jump to the bottom, you'll involuntarily sink into an even deeper abyss.

And what is that abyss? Perhaps that's the real connection to the airplane.

Back at her lodgings, Feng Wu felt only exhaustion and powerlessness, a sense of dejection washing over her. She might have gotten close to the truth, but that was all. What could she do alone and helpless? The Ministry of Security considers her a fugitive, and Gao Shan is probably already preoccupied with his own problems. The Russians have likely been wiped out, and Zhou Xu and the others are missing, likely to suffer collateral damage as well.

But what can she do? And these four mysterious black mercenaries—their skills are undeniable. But can five of them challenge the entire Tuoli? She's undergone years of rigorous training, capable of anything from flying to diving, so is she useless? She can only wait here like an idiot.

Should she inform Gao Shan? Gao Shan obviously knows more than she does, but due to discipline, he can't reveal it. Perhaps he has a different perspective?

But she doesn't even know where Gao Shan is now, and contacting him rashly will only cause him trouble.

After much thought, she really can only wait here like an idiot.

Growing increasingly annoyed, she decides to take a shower. They're in an underground air-raid shelter, unsure if it's abandoned, but it has essential living facilities, running water and electricity, and an armory. Feng Wu had no doubt that this was Gao Shan's arrangement. Chinese intelligence infiltration in Africa began long before the reform and opening up; back then, China was exporting its revolution, and the engineering teams sent to Africa for aid projects, besides building roads and bridges, also secretly constructed other things.

The shower was just a section of galvanized water pipe; water came out as soon as the valve was turned on. Feng Wu truly admired the Chinese engineers who built this place back then; she wondered where they got the water from, as water was a luxury here.

Feng Wu took off her clothes and walked naked into the shower room.

She no longer cared about the four black men staring at her like mosquitoes drawn to blood. These men were only good at verbal and physical advances; they were actually quite disciplined. However, even if they really wanted to do something to her, she wouldn't mind; she was under a lot of pressure and needed a way to relieve it. And she didn't care about such things at all. She'd been raped by her superiors countless times in North Korea, later worked as a prostitute in China, and was gang-raped in Iraq just days ago. Her body was far from clean. Gao Shan had said that no one in this line of work dared claim to be clean; the intelligence world was a dark and filthy place, their fate.

The cool water cascading down her body allowed her to temporarily forget all her unhappiness. This was her way of adjusting her emotions; agents needed to constantly adjust their state, a result of training.

Washing away the sweat and dirt, she began to stroke herself. Those black men were probably spying on her again; who cared? She was trapped in this damned country, hunted and hunted by others. She didn't know when she would defeat the enemy. She didn't even know if she could leave alive. The mission had failed, her future was bleak, even her life seemed bleak. Now, the only people she felt sorry for were Gao Shan and her fallen comrades in the Special Operations Bureau; everything else, she really didn't care about.

She turned on the valve, leaned against the wall, took a few deep breaths, and waited for the water to drain from her body. But then she heard something strange outside—unfamiliar footsteps. Although they hadn't known each other long, she was already familiar with the footsteps of the four black men. Someone was outside, but not any of them; it was a strange voice.

Who was it? She'd never seen them before. Why hadn't the four men made a sound before letting them in? Could it be an enemy?!

In an instant, Feng Wu felt the hairs on her body stand on end, goosebumps rising all over her skin. If the person who came could silently take down those four black men, she couldn't even imagine how powerful they would be. She held her breath, quietly grabbing the pistol beside her. Now, no matter the time, even when showering naked, she never let go of her gun. She wouldn't dare throw it away even if she lost her clothes.

She slowly moved to the bathroom door, peeking out stealthily, and saw a man's back.

Was this an opportunity…?

Perhaps it was a trap…

but a face-to-face confrontation might be even less likely.

Feng Wu quickly adjusted her balance to its optimal state, then darted out with her gun raised at top speed. She yelled, "Don't move! Hands up! Hands up!"

The man trembled, seemingly reflexively raising his hands. He then cried out in panic, "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!"

But he dared not turn around, fearing Feng Wu's misunderstanding.

"Kneel down!"

Feng Wu quickly glanced around, not seeing the four black men, and swiftly moved, not even bothering to put on her clothes. She quickly scanned the room, preparing to check the doorway for anyone else. Then the four black men came down from above, carrying large and small boxes. Seeing the tense situation inside, they were startled, and three of them instinctively drew their guns. Gu Litt hurriedly stepped forward, shouting, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"

Feng Wu realized the man was probably harmless, but she still felt something was amiss. She circled around to the front and was stunned, then felt utterly bewildered: "It's you! What are you doing here? How did you find this place?"

She glanced at the four black men, even more absurdly: "You...you know them?"

"Don't be nervous, put your gun down, okay? He's our boss."

The son of the deceased tycoon, Sam Portota, awkwardly greeted her, his hand still raised. But soon his eyes widened. Feng Wu was completely naked, her beautiful, tall, and muscular body fully displayed before him, dotted with droplets of water and covered in scars of varying sizes, not to mention the fiery red phoenix tattoo on her back—a sexy, muscular figure like a Valkyrie sculpture.

Sam didn't know where to look, but drool almost spilled from his mouth.

"Your boss?"

Feng Wu lowered her gun, looking at the four men with a puzzled expression. The four men were also staring intently at her. She turned and quickly put on her clothes, then confirmed, "Is he your boss?"

"Yes, he hired us."

"He hired you to help me?"

"No, only those with the code can do it, but we confirmed with her later, it's definitely you."

"You...aren't Gao Shan's people?"

Feng Wu was confused. If this guy was the boss, why would Gao Shan send her to them? Did Gao Shan have connections with this guy?

"Who is Gao Shan?"

"I know Mr. Gao. He introduced this company to me."

Sam, still kneeling on the ground, interjected, "Can I get up?"

Feng Wu pursed her lips, gesturing for him to stand up. "You know Gao Shan?"

"I met him through an old friend of my father's. He's very frank with me."

Sam's words implied that he already knew what Gao Shan did, or at least what Gao Shan wanted him to know.

“My father’s friend knows some special people. Ever since I found out that Tuoli murdered my father, I decided to fight back. Later, he introduced me to Mr. Gao, saying that you work for him. Our enemies are all Tuoli.”

“You could say that.”

“He recommended this private military company. These four are the ones I hired. Their mission is to protect you and be your helpers.”

Feng Wu could hardly believe her ears. This rich second-generation heir, when she first met him, he looked like a coward, trembling with fear. She thought that after getting away from this incident, he would definitely go back to Australia and live a secluded life, never daring to get involved in such matters again. She didn’t expect him to be so bold, actually sneaking back to Africa and coming directly to her.

“Protect me?” “

Yes, protect you.”

The rich second-generation heir’s eyes were unexpectedly sincere as he stared into her eyes.

Feng Wu was certain this guy wanted to sleep with her. She'd seen plenty of lustful men, but there seemed to be something else in his eyes that she'd never sensed before. It stirred a strange ambiguity within her, and she found herself unconsciously wanting to avoid his gaze.

"Where is Gao Shan now?"

"I don't know. I don't know how to contact him. My father's old friend knows."

Feng Wu's heart warmed. Gao Shan was still helping her after all. Despite being in trouble and unable to use the department's resources, he had still managed to find reinforcements through his network, cleverly bypassing the department so she wouldn't be fighting alone. What could she say now? For a superior like him, she would die for his sake.

"Then what are you doing here?"

"I...I want to help you."

"What kind of help can you give? Do you know how to use a gun? Can you kill someone?"

"Well...does having money count? Money is always useful, right? Besides, maybe you'll need to contact Mr. Gao sometime, and maybe I can help."

"Alright. If you dare to hold me back, don't blame me for being impolite."

Feng Wu could tell from this guy's appearance that he wouldn't leave easily, and probably wouldn't be able to leave easily either. These black guys at least listen to him now, and maybe he can help if you really need to contact Gao Shan.

"What did you bring?"

"What I need."

Gulit took out the computer, various adapters, satellite antenna, and other things from the box next to him and skillfully installed them. "Completing the task you requested in this godforsaken place is too troublesome. You can't do it without some useful stuff, otherwise it's too slow."

This guy is mainly responsible for technical support, specializing in hacking other people's computers. He then plugged in the power and started tinkering again, muttering to himself smugly as he did so. He mainly talked about how bad the other side's firewall was and how brilliant he was, etc. The interface on the monitor flickered rapidly, and Feng Wu couldn't understand it; it was probably hacking software he had written himself.

"Have you found anything useful?"

Feng Wu was already annoyed by his constant muttering.

"Of course, I'm monitoring the chief's private account's fund flow and found several suspicious accounts."

"Suspicious accounts, how many?"

"Five, all with large-scale fund flows. One of them might be that Tarot card organization you mentioned, maybe from that world. And the funds flowing through these five accounts are spread across the globe, involving hundreds of accounts. It's hard to say which ones are real and which aren't."

"Can you see the detailed information for these accounts?"

"Yes."

Gulit quickly swiped the keyboard, and a list appeared immediately.

"Are there any military or political figures here? Mainly from the US and Europe. Or those who can influence the political and economic situation in Africa."

"That'll take some time."

Feng Wu then heard him muttering to himself again. The rich second-generation was completely oblivious to this. He started stealing glances at Feng Wu, scanning her from head to toe. Feng Wu initially endured it, but later, his lewd gaze made her feel uncomfortable, as if spiders were crawling on her. Turning her head to stare sternly at him, the rich second-generation quickly looked away.

"Um, where's the water pipe?"

the rich second-generation started making conversation.

Someone pointed it out to him, and he quickly went into the washroom, vigorously washing his face, his heart pounding.

This woman is too sexy. Why can't I speak when I see her? How am I supposed to talk to her?

Damn it, didn't I come to this godforsaken place for her? Damn it, I'm never this shy around girls, and my face even turned red. It's so embarrassing. What's wrong with me this time?

Last time, amidst the gunfire, nothing happened. But ever since, I haven't been able to forget her. She saved me, that's all, I can't forget her. Has this finally brought me my nemesis after all these years of being a womanizer? I can't sleep, I dream about her constantly. Is it really my destiny to fall for her?

He washed his face again, scrubbing it vigorously. Suddenly, he felt someone behind him, turned around, and jumped in fright.

Feng Wu was standing behind him, arms crossed, looking at him coldly.

"What do you want?"

"I love you."

Without thinking, the words blurted out.

Then, silence fell between them, even the sounds outside stopped. Clearly, the people outside had heard them too.

"That joke isn't funny."

"I'm not joking."

"You...want to die?"

The conversation ended there, and then the four black men saw Feng Wu aggressively dragging the rich second-generation out of the air-raid shelter like a gust of wind. The four men exchanged glances, shrugged, and continued with what they were doing.

When the two came down, they glanced at them and found that Feng Wu's face was still as cold as ice, but the rich second-generation's expression was strange, with no handprints on his face and no sign of being beaten. No one knew what the two had talked about up there, and of course, no one was tactless enough to ask. Everyone thought it was a miracle that the rich second-generation had returned unscathed.

"Did you find anything?"

Feng Wu stood behind Glutt, who felt a low pressure on the back of his head, as if a storm was brewing.

"Yes, yes, there really is."

"This guy is a U.S. Air Force major. His Cayman Islands account just received three million, and he's currently at the French military base in Djibouti, Africa, as an intelligence officer in charge of air intelligence."

When the photo was displayed, Feng Wu immediately remembered seeing this person before. The Russians had also discovered his connection to Tuoli when he was in Iraq, and now he'd reappeared. That three million was clearly a bribe, and since the money had been received, it meant that whatever this guy was doing was already in the implementation phase.

An air intelligence officer, in charge of radar, fully monitoring the skies over East Africa…

"And there's something else you probably wouldn't expect."

When Feng Wu saw the information, her eyes widened, and her whole body tensed, unsure whether it was excitement or fear.

"This is the Vice President of Country E."

"Damn!"

Feng Wu could only utter this word. In a flash, she felt she had figured out the whole thing.

If it was really like this… unbelievable… what a massive ambition…

“What about those Russians? They must have been tricked. If nothing unexpected happens, they're either all killed or captured. We can only pray they're captured. We need to find them quickly; this is our only chance,” Feng Wu murmured. The rich second- generation heir, seeing

Feng Wu's changed expression, also panicked.

“Didn't you say you could contact Gao Shan? Hurry up and think of a way!”…

********** ... Captain Chen Zhiwei stood at the bridge, looking out the porthole at the boundless sea and the faintly visible African coastline. This seasoned sailor, accustomed to the storms of the ocean, was now commanding China's most advanced frigate and participating in such a mission. His resolute face was tinged with excitement. He understood his mission: the Chinese Navy's deployment in the Red Sea and the Gulf of Aden was not merely for anti-piracy, but a confident display of power to the world. Simultaneously, it involved carrying out clandestine missions, such as with Comrade Gao Shan on his ship. He didn't know this man's background; discipline forbade him to pry. But he couldn't stop speculating. Was he from the intelligence department? The National Security Bureau? The Second Department of the General Staff? The Navy's External Liaison Department? He didn't know, but the Navy was the Navy, and the intelligence department was the intelligence department—they kept to themselves. The intelligence department had no right to mobilize the Navy, and the Navy had no obligation to obey its commands. The Navy had its own missions. At most, they would obey orders and cooperate with these people. However, Chen Zhiwei still admired the people in the intelligence department. Their ability to venture into Africa, thousands of miles away, was respectable enough. He, at least, had a naval title; if something happened, he could at least be posthumously recognized as a martyr. These people, on the other hand, had clandestine identities; if something happened to them, their bodies might not even be returned home, and they would receive no posthumous recognition. Even so, these people continued to charge to the front lines without complaint, acting as the vanguard for China's expansion of influence in Africa. Chen Zhiwei wasn't naive; he had similar experiences before. Such things wouldn't be reported in the domestic media or online, but he knew the special and dangerous nature of the work of these overseas intelligence personnel—they could die at any moment, no exaggeration. He had witnessed it during the 1996 Taiwan Strait crisis. The fact that this Gao Shan could board a warship directly, and that the commander had called from China requesting his full cooperation, spoke volumes about his importance. Had something happened in Africa? If something had, would his warship be needed? Chen Zhiwei felt a surge of heat in his veins. He'd served in the navy for over twenty years, and perhaps this time he'd truly put his skills to use; the cannons on his warship were about to see blood. "Don't you trust my judgment?" In a cabin inside the ship, Gao Shan was on a call with the domestic authorities. On the screen was a man slightly older than him, with ordinary features and glasses, who at first glance looked like a school teacher. Gao Shan's tone remained calm and collected, but a closer look revealed the urgency in his eyes. "Gao Shan, this is the decision of the Party Committee." "Things haven't reached the point of no return; we still have hope of turning the tide. If we withdraw now, wouldn't all our years of investment in East Africa, all the manpower and resources we've poured into it, be wasted?" "The Party Committee thinks it's too risky, the chances of success are too low, and if we fail, even more national interests will suffer. Our country's international reputation will suffer irreparable damage. We should withdraw while the losses are still barely acceptable." " But the losses we're in now are also national interests. We spent decades painstakingly driving the Americans out of Africa; are we just going to watch them swagger back?" "The Party Committee believes that the political situation in country E is likely to become unstable in the short term. They believe the Americans' intentions are unstoppable, and the most important thing now is to minimize potential losses. Gao Shan, I'll emphasize again, this is the decision of the Party Committee. Do I need to remind you of our discipline? Orders are obeyed." "And what about you? What's your attitude, Comrade Jianghu?" "I...have reservations. But I don't approve of your idea either." "You don't think I can succeed? I believe in my men's abilities; they're capable of preventing the worst from happening." "Do you really think that your few men, isolated and alone, can stop the enemy's plan? Our opponents have been planning and preparing for this for a long time." "They were trained for this very purpose. And their plan has one last crucial element missing; this is our last chance." "You mean the president of country E?" "Yes, as long as he's alright, the final outcome is uncertain, and this also gives us a favorable diplomatic buffer. Actually, we could warn him beforehand." " The prerequisite is solid evidence; otherwise, someone will be dismissed. Moreover, this isn't something we can decide, nor can the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. This kind of thing, if handled poorly, could damage relations between the two countries; it's too significant. Only our Party's top leader has the authority to make the decision." " By then, it will be too late. That's why we can't withdraw now. If we withdraw, we'll have to put in a hundred or a thousand times the effort to come back." "I have no authority to change the decisions made by the Party Committee." “Alright, I obey the Party Committee’s decision, but I can’t withdraw now. I still have a defector subordinate. I hope the Party Committee will give me some more time until I capture her.” “You’re still not giving up, are you?” “I didn’t say that.” On the screen, the man pondered for a moment, then slowly said, “I can think of a way, but from now on, you only have a maximum of 72 hours. After that… I don’t need to say anything, right?” “I understand.” The call ended, and Gao Shan clenched his fists. He had hoped to buy more time, but there were only 72 hours. He knew Jianghu well; he was a truly capable person. Since he had said 72 hours, he definitely wouldn’t go back on his word. Now he could only trust Feng Wu and the others, and all he had to do was use all his resources. He took out his phone and dialed a number through an encrypted line. The call connected quickly, and a young man's voice came through: "Hello, Mr. Gao." "Is this Xiao Hou? Has there been any progress on the matter I asked you to handle?" "I've already contacted them through Cherlov and the FSB. The Russian mafia is much more efficient than government departments." "Thank you. I need to talk to them immediately." "No problem, I'll arrange it right away. After all, I have investments in Africa too." "Heh, didn't your Dongxing also prepare for this? Those four mercenaries' military company—isn't your Golden Scale Fund the largest shareholder behind it all?" "Haha, without that connection, you probably wouldn't feel at ease." A few minutes later, the screen in front of Gao Shan lit up again, and a Russian female officer in military uniform, with the insignia of a general, appeared before him. Although older, she was impeccably dressed and still possessed a captivating charm.

"Gao, we meet again."

The Russian housewife's face was full of sincerity, like seeing an old flame she hadn't seen in years.

"Oh, Major General, I'm so glad to be working with you again."

Gao Shan's expression changed quickly, as if a long-time underground party member had finally found the party organization.

"I heard you got promoted."

The Russian housewife's face was full of congratulations.

"You too?"

Gao Shan's expression was even more exaggerated.

After the two cunning old foxes chatted and probed each other for a while, they found that neither of them had lost any skill, but rather seemed to have improved, so they decided to stop wasting words.

"I heard you're very active in Africa."

Finally, they got to the point.

"I have some information that you're interested in, like an airplane or something."

"Oh, what do I need in exchange for that?"

"In any case, we can't let the Americans get away with this, right?"...

"Connected."

In an underground air-raid shelter in East Africa, Gulit called out to Feng Wu. The rich second-generation had just received a strange phone call, which was then snatched away by Feng Wu, and no one knew what was said.

At this moment, the computer was making contact with the Russian FSB.

Feng Wu was truly in awe of Gao Shan. The call was from Boss Hou of Dongxing. Feng Wu still didn't know what methods Gao Shan had used to contact the Russian intelligence agency and successfully persuade them to cooperate.

His ability was truly...unpredictable.

"What we need most right now is to find where the planes are stored."

"Nonsense, if we could find them, would we need to cooperate with you?"

Feng Wu could barely understand the Russian coming from the other end.

Feng Wu turned off her microphone and said to Gullit, "If nothing unexpected happens, it should be near the border between the two countries, not necessarily within E country. Can you search for suitable areas near the border for planes to take off and land, preferably with an airport runway?"

Gullit's fingers flew across the keyboard, and more than ten locations appeared on the screen, marked with red dots on the map.

"Damn, they're all within both countries."

Searching like this, who knew when it would end, and she only had less than 72 hours.

She could only gamble on luck, hoping the Russians were still alive, or at least not in some remote place.

“I know the Russians definitely have their subcutaneous trackers.”

Feng Wu was taking a desperate gamble. Although she had been rescued, the Russians had secretly tampered with her while she was unconscious. It was only thanks to Zhou Xu's warning that she managed to escape. But Zhou Xu and the others definitely had them too; she just didn't know if they had processed them, or if the Russians themselves had.

Soon, the Russians reported back: the signal source was now within country A.

However, this didn't necessarily confirm that the signal source was indeed Tuoli's secret base. Perhaps Tuoli had killed them along the way and dumped them, or there were other possibilities.

But there was no time now. Comparing it to the previous location, it was indeed very close to a certain point.

This was the only clue; if this didn't work, it would be a complete failure.

Feng Wu took a deep breath.

She would gamble with her luck…

In the darkness, she couldn't see the man's face…

Where was she? The surrounding scenery was bizarre and colorful, with a very unreal, dreamlike feel.

She lay naked on the bed, but all she could see was black, as dark as night. A man faced her, and she tried to make out his face, but she couldn't; he remained hidden in the darkness.

His hands caressed her bare waist, so gently and unreally, like a breeze on her skin. Yet, she felt waves of desire surging within her. He continued to touch her, continued…

without hesitation, she felt it was only right that this man loved her. Even though she couldn't see his face, Su Chen knew this was her husband, Lü Zhe. This was her man, she belonged to him, her body belonged to him, he could use her body as he pleased, and she was willing to be used by him…

Her legs were spread apart, and the man kissed her labia, his tongue teasing her clitoris, sending waves of pleasure through her like electric shocks. Ah… I’m wet, so quickly… The honey-like fluid secreted inside me has seeped out; it must have been tasted by that mouth that’s savoring the flavor of my vulva. How embarrassing! That taste… it’s a woman’s hormones of arousal, the taste of pent-up lust in her womb, the taste of yearning for a man’s hormones.

My hands involuntarily embraced the man’s head, my fingers running through my hair. His hair was long, not my husband’s short hair. But what did it matter? I knew this was my man; I didn’t care about anything else. I

wrapped my legs around his neck, burying his face between them. I twisted and rubbed, feeling the shameful pleasure of my most sensitive and shameful secret being violated without reservation. My body and mind were completely open, more open than ever before; I only wanted to merge with the man violating my vulva.

The man’s hands grasped my breasts; that wonderful pleasure made me want to moan loudly. Those fingers deftly and gently kneaded her nipples, which stood erect and engorged, hard like a man's penis. Then her hands roamed over her body, like snakes crawling, leaving marks on every inch. Pleasure surged within her, like blood flowing through her veins, intensifying with each heartbeat, filling every part of her body. Enter me

, enter me, possess me…

The hot, hard flesh slowly pushed into her labia. Su Chen could almost imagine her two thick, engorged labia, glistening with nectar, being stretched open by the hard, large glans, like a lascivious, beautiful flower covered in glistening honey, its petals blooming to receive the invasion of the massive object. The hot glans pushed in shallowly, again and again, drawing her labia inward.

Her buttocks involuntarily writhed, her empty body yearning for the man's fullness. Su Chen's waist thrust upwards hungrily, her sphincter muscles clenching tightly, trying to completely devour the intruder. Only when the man filled her completely, leaving no gap, would she feel satisfied.

The man's thrusts came, and pleasure surged to her brain. His strong body was full of masculine wildness and power; the feeling of being filled was intoxicating. The hot, massive member rubbed and pumped powerfully inside her, thrusting deep into her uterus, churning within, as if only in this way could it leave an indelible mark on her body. Su Chen was completely immersed in the vortex of lust, her legs involuntarily clamping around the man's strong waist one moment, and spreading apart as much as possible the next. The man's thrusts varied with her movements, but always remained deep inside her, never leaving.

"Oh...oh..."

Su Chen's moans were filled with a wild, wanton lust, like a female beast in heat, desperately wanting to devour the man entirely into her lower body, only in this way could she completely extinguish the raging fire of desire within her.

The man's panting was familiar, yet also strange. Su Chen's eyes misted over, and the man's face gradually became clear—it was a familiar face, Hong Shitai.

Hong Shitai pressed down on her, a lewd grin spreading across his face as he moved his penis relentlessly. His erect penis, glistening with her juices, greedily thrust into her wetness, churning it stickily. She tried to push him away, but his body felt like a heavy rock; she couldn't budge him. Strangely, she felt this was her husband, this was Lü Zhe. There was nothing wrong with it. What did

Lü Zhe actually look like? It wasn't like this, but this was Lü Zhe… this was her husband. It was all so absurd, yet she felt no strangeness, as if it were all perfectly natural.

Hong Shitai opened his mouth wide, licking her breasts and neck. His tongue was long and wet, covered in some strange, sticky fluid. Her body felt wet and uncomfortable from his licking. The pleasure of intercourse seemed to vanish, replaced only by tension and unease. Hong Shitai's face began to contort and distort, as if melting, transforming into the grotesque, lewd face of that black chieftain.

"Oh!"

Su Chen was terrified and tried to push the pervert away, but to her surprise, she found herself not as disgusted as she had imagined. This pervert was like a disgusting slug clinging to her body, wriggling and constantly burrowing deeper into her body, and disgusting slurry dripping from his deformed mouth, emitting a perverted lewd laugh.

She couldn't resist... she couldn't even feel any disgust. What was wrong with her body? What was wrong with her mind? Was she no longer herself...?

The lewd sounds of intercourse were amplified infinitely, like a terrifying worm crawling wildly inside her brain. And she was already confused, completely confused. She could only obediently let one man after another, with changing faces, ride and vent their desires inside her body, and she felt nothing at all, like a manipulated puppet, only able to obediently accept. 03-01 Episode 17 Her

husband, Lü Zhe, stood beside her, silently watching all of this.

"No, don't look, please, don't look!"

Su Chen tried desperately to shout, but no sound came out. Her husband's face was expressionless, as if he were looking at a complete stranger. His eyes were so cold, devoid of any emotion. Then his figure was slowly swallowed up and engulfed by the thick darkness…

“No, don’t leave me!”

Su Chen screamed wildly, her heart breaking with pain. Then she suddenly opened her eyes and sat up in bed.

Was it a dream…?

The sheets beneath her were soaked with sweat, and she was covered in sweat. The electric fan was blowing on her, giving her goosebumps and making her feel chilly. Her heart was still pounding. Su Chen sat there blankly, looking around. There was no one there, only herself. No Hong Shitai, no Black Ghost Chieftain, no husband, only herself…

Where was she? She didn’t ask. Even if she did, the woman probably wouldn’t tell her.

After being rescued from that hellish brothel, this woman hid her here.

She didn’t say where this place was, but it looked like a house with simple furniture. Next, she was asked everything she knew about Tuoli Group and about the Dongxing project, and she told her everything without reservation.

The information she received was like a bolt from the blue: Lü Zhe was a murderer; he had killed the lecherous chieftain of the partner company and was currently on the run, his whereabouts unknown.

Besides that, she knew nothing.

She desperately wanted to leave, return to the hotel, find her boss, and go to the consulate to prove her husband's innocence—that he hadn't killed anyone. But the woman wouldn't let her leave the room, saying it wasn't safe outside, and if she wanted to see Lü Zhe alive, she had to obey her.

Damn it, why did she have to encounter this? What sins had she committed in her past life?

And now, she wasn't even sure if it was true. Had her husband really killed someone? Her husband had been a soldier, a paratrooper. Soldiers are known for their fiery tempers, although he had never said anything harsh to her and had always been very obedient. But if someone were to violate her, he…

Having been married for several years, Su Chen knew her husband very well. Whenever she was involved, her husband was never rational.

But was this really true? This was a foreign land; could her husband really kill someone here? And kill that chief, no less? Su Chen remembered that when she was taken away, there were three burly black men who looked like bodyguards, all of them capable fighters, and they had guns. Her husband, unarmed and seemingly unaware of his surroundings, how could he have gotten to that brothel and killed them?

When she was brought there, she hadn't even seen that lecherous chief. She was directly raped and abused by his younger brother, the current chief, and then locked in a dark room. Until she was rescued, she hadn't seen the original chief once, and he had been killed by Lü Zhe, shot dead.

Could it be…?

Although Su Chen was timid, she wasn't stupid.

Could this be a conspiracy? Based on the snippets of conversation the new chieftain uttered during his smug moments while raping her these past few days, she was certain it was a conspiracy, and that she and her husband had been used. This scoundrel killed her brother, though her brother was also a deserving scoundrel, and then framed her husband.

He must have sent men to lure Lü Zhe there after she was taken away. If Lü Zhe knew what had happened, it would be strange if he wasn't furious, and then everything would fall into place.

But why did they spare her life? Was it just because they coveted her body?

Would such ruthless people really spare her life for a woman? What kind of woman couldn't they find? Logically, after the conspiracy succeeded, they should have silenced her.

After all, her survival could make their plot to murder their brother and seize the throne less glaring. Why did they let her live?

Was it because of Lü Zhe?

Hadn't Lü Zhe been captured yet? Were they using her to capture Lü Zhe?

Was that woman's act when she saved him just an act? Were they all in cahoots? Was there a trap laid outside the door, just waiting for Lü Zhe to walk right into it?

Oh God…

if that's the case… if that's the case…

Su Chen's heart clenched. If that were the case, she'd rather die.

But what if these people were good people? What if they really came to save her? That woman looked Chinese; her accent sounded a bit like Northeastern Chinese. She must be Chinese, she definitely was. Since she was her compatriot, she must be a good person; she wouldn't harm her… Sitting on the bed, Su Chen involuntarily gripped

her arm tightly.

Now, all she could do was pray. Pray that her husband wouldn't get hurt, pray that things would develop in the positive direction she envisioned…

********** ... Such convoys are common in the border region between Country E and Somalia. Somalia, which is in a state of war, lacks everything except guns and ammunition, so some resourceful people have found a use for their skills. The boxes of various sizes that this convoy is carrying are supplies from the UNHCR to aid Somalia, but at this moment they have entered Country E's territory.

The driver and his escort made a total of six people: four white and two black. These were seasoned veterans of East Africa, smuggling and trafficking were second nature to them; simply moving goods between countries was routine for them. Crossing borders was commonplace. They had connections with an official of the Somali Transitional Government and could procure UN aid supplies. Since these supplies were a drop in the ocean for the Somali people, their presence or absence made little difference, so they figured it was better to make some money.

A car blocked the road ahead. The bearded white escort spat out his cigar, adjusted his sunglasses, and drew a pistol from his waistband. In this region, those who couldn't handle guns didn't survive long.

Three black men stood beside the car, dressed differently from locals, all wearing uniforms of the US government army, carrying AK rifles, their muzzles pointed at them—the message was clear: stop immediately!

The car stopped, and the bearded white man looked around; he saw no one else. Just these three black men. As for their identities, who knew if they were genuine government soldiers? These days, robbers will impersonate anything, and nothing is trustworthy. Even real government troops take advantage of patrols to rob people; it's commonplace here.

There are only three of them; might as well take them out…

The bearded man secretly released the safety on his pistol, gave his companions a signal, and everyone quietly grabbed their weapons, while the three black thugs shouted and strode forward.

Preparing to act, the bearded man took a deep breath, just as he was about to raise his gun, when suddenly he was struck heavily in the neck. A bullet ripped a large, gaping hole in his neck, shattering his cervical vertebrae and almost completely breaking his neck. Blood splattered, his body swayed, and he fell off the vehicle like a sack of potatoes. Then, a clear, crisp gunshot rang out from afar.

A supersonic bullet!

A sniper's bullet!

There's a sniper in the distance!

Then, the three bandits suddenly moved with incredible speed, closing in in a few steps. Before anyone could react, they were already holding guns to everyone, their eyes gleaming with chilling murderous intent, shouting in fluent English, "Don't move!"

Feng Wu lay prone on a small sand dune six hundred meters away, holding her M21A1 rifle, also painted in desert camouflage, covered in a heavy, sweltering desert tricolor camouflage cloak, drenched in sweat. Because the terrain was unfavorable and there was little cover, she had to hide this far away. Fortunately, her marksmanship hadn't deteriorated; through her scope, she saw that the three black mercenaries had quickly taken control of the situation. Clearly, her shot had intimidated the smugglers.

Finally, she could relax. She threw off her camouflage and stood up. The remaining five smugglers had already surrendered obediently; after all, the two sides were not on the same level. The vehicle had already started and was driving towards her.

All that's left is to go back and unload the cargo. I wonder if Gullit's plan will work...

"Report the situation!"

In the huge intelligence room, World, with his eternally calm expression, looked at the main screen on the wall. Dozens of computer screens were busy working nearby, and more than twenty network technicians were operating the computers, searching for the source of the intrusion signal.

"In the last 48 hours, our network has been repeatedly hacked. The attackers have hacked into the secret databases of several of our bank accounts. We are currently upgrading our firewall and are doing our best to track the intrusion signal." "Can you confirm the source of the signal now?"

"Currently, we can only confirm it's within E country. The exact location will take more time."

"How long?"

"...About an hour."

"Which account information has been exposed?"

"This is the list."

"Continue tracking!"

World said calmly, turning and sitting down in a chair. His network engineers were true elites; the reliability of their firewall programs was beyond question. The fact that hackers could breach their defenses meant the attackers were prepared and targeting him.

Were they Chinese? Or Russians?

The operation in Kub Town was a great success, essentially wiping out the main adversaries. Only a few escaped. Could it be those people? That Chinese female agent? He could recall that woman's resolute and ruthless gaze. Given the chance, someone like that would relentlessly pursue you to the death. Could it be her? What kind of trouble could she cause alone? Was someone helping her? Were they reinforcements sent by the Chinese?

The Russians and the people of Country B had suffered heavy losses; even if they sent more people to Africa, it would be too late. The operation was about to begin. Currently, the only obstacle was the Chinese.

He looked at the list in his hand. It was clear the other side had a strong objective, but could they make it in time?

"Success!"

A cheer came from in front of him. A technician quickly displayed the target coordinates on the main screen. "The precise location is within Country E. Satellite imagery shows… an air-raid shelter."

Looking at the main screen, he saw a solitary concrete air-raid shelter protruding from the ground in the wilderness. Two cars were parked outside, and people were unloading boxes into it.

"You found a good place, quite well-hidden,"

World sneered.

"How quickly can the nearest tactical force arrive?"

"Kub's tactical team hasn't withdrawn yet, but they need to avoid local forces. It will take about 25 to 30 minutes by helicopter."

"Order them to depart immediately."

World decisively waved his hand, then said, "Connect me to the Red Reaper."

There's no need to capture them alive; just eliminate them. The area where these people are hiding isn't within Tuoli's sphere of influence, but rather the territory of another large tribe. This tribe has close ties with the president's tribe, and its armed forces are among the strongest in the country. Here, they can't openly act with impunity on land for the time being.

Launch an airstrike to eliminate them once and for all. This is the only and best option.

Ten minutes later, a deep red MiG-29 Red Reaper roared into the sky above the target. Country E doesn't even have many proper roads, let alone the funds to deploy a nationwide air defense radar network. Its extremely limited air defense radar network can only defend the capital, a few important border areas, and air force bases. Its interior is basically blank, let alone this uninhabited wasteland. A blonde, voluptuous female Reaper, her eyes gleaming with a morbid excitement, surveyed the vast desert below. To her, it was like a game; she simply aimed at the pre-set coordinates and dropped the bomb. The heavy, precision-guided bomb beneath her fuselage was eager to be unleashed. She didn't care who it would kill; she was addicted to the act of slaughter itself.

"Goodbye, Chinese bitch."

The crosshairs on the miniature monitor pressed tightly against the target, while those moving things below were unaware they had already stepped into the gates of hell.

The bomb detached from 3,000 meters, its trajectory constantly corrected by the GPS guidance system on the warhead. This was a specially designed bunker buster, specifically designed to target concealed hard targets like underground bunkers or air-raid shelters. The Red Reaper, like a lustful woman, licked her lips, seemingly deriving immense pleasure from the impending explosion.

About a kilometer away from the air-raid shelter, several people, cloaked in camouflage, watched through binoculars.

Soon, a deafening roar, like rolling thunder, erupted. A massive, bright orange-red fireball, billowing with endless smoke and dust, shot straight into the sky, forming a gigantic gray column of smoke dozens of stories high. Then, all sorts of shattered debris rained down like raindrops. The shockwave's dust cloud obscured the entire area; without a doubt, the air-raid shelter, along with whatever was inside, was now completely reduced to ashes.

The group felt the power of the explosion firsthand; the ground beneath them had clearly shaken, and now the area was filled with billowing smoke and flashing flames—nothing could be seen except for that.

Even fragments of concrete and iron doors were sent flying a kilometer away, landing not far from them.

Afterward, the group quietly retreated.

On the main screen, the world watched the live satellite images. The air-raid shelter was gone; no living thing could have survived such an explosion. Now they awaited the on-site assessment from the tactical team.

Shortly after, a helicopter arrived at the scene. The smoke was far from clearing, but the people who disembarked, wearing protective goggles and covering their faces with cloths, rushed into the smoke with guns in hand. Upon reaching the blast point, they saw a massive crater, vast areas of completely collapsed reinforced concrete bunkers, and charred, pulverized remains of computers and other objects. The two cars at the entrance were completely mangled, twisted, and charred scrap metal. As for the people, they only found fragments of flesh and clothing; the only recognizable object was a charred arm, and the remains beneath the wreckage were unidentifiable. Clearly, regardless of how many people were inside, under the immense pressure of the explosion and thousands of tons of concrete debris, they were all reduced to mincemeat. " On-site

assessment: bomb hit the bullseye, no survivors."...

********** ... Hong Shitai felt a little dizzy. The bloodstains on the walls and floor were still conspicuous, but the body had been removed. However, he could imagine the situation at the time. For some reason, after hearing about this incident, he immediately thought of the unknown Chinese female agent. Although he had only secretly spied on her once, the impression she left on him was inexplicably profound. This woman… was hard to describe, but one thing was certain: she was extremely troublesome. He had to kill her when he had the chance, and she had miraculously escaped death multiple times. When she had the opportunity to retaliate, her destructive power would be beyond expectation. He had briefly cooperated with her; he was the one who helped her identify Lü Zhe as the initial target in the scheme. However, he himself was not a spy. In reality, his relationship with the Ministry of State Security was one of mutual exploitation; his real boss was Tuoli. No one knew his true identity, not even the Chinese knew who this mysterious collaborator was. There are many intelligence brokers like him hiding in the shadows in this world. Everyone survives this way; acting as a double agent or even a triple agent is commonplace. My cooperation with you is over, so we have nothing to do with each other anymore. Turning against you later wouldn't make me a traitor. At least Hong Shitai doesn't consider himself a traitor. Logically, his work helping the chief frame Lü Zhe is finished, and he should be safe here. But Su Chen's situation made him feel threatened. This woman was actually rescued alive, which means his identity might be exposed. If someone with ulterior motives finds out about his contact with her, it won't be hard to deduce his role. His greatest advantage is the secrecy of his identity; it's this advantage that allows him to move freely between various organizations and forces. Once his true identity is exposed, what will happen...? At least the Chinese don't consider their betrayal justifiable... This fool, even on his own turf, he can perform so poorly. Was it really the right thing for the world to choose to cooperate with him? He was now inextricably linked to the world, and he trusted the world's plan. That's why he also had the name "Magician," a card from the Tarot. Perhaps the world chose him because they saw his ambition but lack of talent, making him easier to control. But this situation was truly disheartening. Unlike others in the organization who would sacrifice their lives for it in a critical moment, Hong Shitai had no interest in that. What meaning would the plan have if he couldn't live to see victory? His identity was in danger of being exposed, and he needed to quickly find a way to mitigate the damage. The world's plan was already in full swing; if he could just survive these few days, he would be the victor. Minimizing the loopholes now would minimize the future consequences. As long as he was careful, minor setbacks wouldn't shake his happiness for the rest of his life. He needed to find that bitch as soon as possible. But what was infuriating was that although this was the city, there were no CCTV cameras or other surveillance systems in the streets and public places—the most effective means of monitoring. Now he could only rely on the local police investigation, and Hong Shitai knew exactly what kind of people they were; they might not even get results by next year. Tuoli's mercenaries were helpless; their opponents were clearly professionals. The club's internal surveillance footage was completely destroyed and irretrievable, and the scene was spotless, leaving no valuable clues. The Chinese consulate was still sending people daily to urge the local police to search for the missing Su Chen, and major Chinese organizations were now in closer contact with the consulate. Hong Shitai instinctively felt this was the work of the Chinese, but he couldn't possibly target a diplomatic mission openly. But if it really was the Chinese, would they resort to such drastic measures? The Chinese had just suffered a crushing defeat, with so many deaths, and were desperately trying to mitigate the negative international impact. Would they dare take such a risk now? Impossible! Chinese bureaucrats always prioritize avoiding mistakes over achieving anything significant; as long as nothing goes wrong, that's enough. Asking them to take initiative, to risk their careers, their lives, or their livelihoods is simply impossible. Moreover, this wasn't something a mere overseas consulate could decide. The consulate couldn't mobilize special forces; the Chinese valued obedience from lower to higher levels, layer by layer. Such matters required approval from high-ranking domestic leaders. Given the efficiency of the Chinese, holding meetings, conducting extensive discussions, repeatedly analyzing opinions from all sides, and considering all the gains and losses, it would probably take them a month to finish. This isn't the Chinese style, at least not the style of those Chinese bureaucrats. Could it be that female agent? Hong Shitai thought again of the woman who looked like a movie star, that cold and sharp gaze. If she had done something like this, Hong Shitai wouldn't be surprised. Some people in this world are born to do this kind of thing, and he believed this woman was one of them. Information from the world indicated that they had successfully captured the Russians and Japanese, and even the long-escaped Lü Zhe had been captured. This relieved him greatly. Lü Zhe probably didn't know about his affair with Su Chen yet, but he was the one who directly led him into the trap. This matter couldn't be revealed to anyone with ulterior motives. In fact, he was even more worried about Lü Zhe than about Su Chen, and now he could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Another piece of good news was that the trouble with the Chinese female agent had been resolved. She was indeed incredibly capable, managing to organize a team all by herself, but they were all wiped out in this morning's air raid. For Hong Shitai, this was a stroke of good fortune; the troubles had all vanished on their own. According to various intelligence reports, the female agent was accompanied by several Black men. Although their hiding place was well-hidden, they had still been seen by people in nearby villages. After careful investigation, Tuoli's intelligence personnel discovered that no one had seen Su Chen, meaning Su Chen had been placed elsewhere after his escape. This was understandable; Su Chen was just an ordinary person, and the female agent wouldn't have taken such a burden with her. In other words, that bitch hadn't died in the airstrike—a regrettable outcome.

Now only Su Chen, that bitch, remains. The World believes she might still be somewhere in Aktumo.

Once they find her and make her and Lü Zhe disappear forever, they'll be safe.

But the World's order is to keep her alive, which Hong Shitai finds incomprehensible. Leaving another survivor only increases the danger, but the World clearly has its own plans, and Hong Shitai can't persuade it otherwise. Sometimes he feels the World's plan is a bit too ambitious; there's no need to try to do everything at once, they could take it one step at a time. But the World has a strong sense of self-confidence, which Hong Shitai finds quite objectionable. Whether it's China or the US, politicians worldwide are ruthless; American promises might not be kept.

But now he's already on board, there's no turning back.

That female agent might still have connections in the city, she might be Chinese. She

's unlikely to be from Dongxing; these people are businessmen and don't know the inside story of this deal. Once they find Su Chen, they'll definitely go to the consulate for legal action. Then the news will naturally leak out. The fact that

there's no news yet means Su Chen isn't with them. And they wouldn't dare harbor a witness to a murder case.

So, was she a local overseas Chinese? When

she arrived, the vehicle was definitely rented; did she rent it herself or did someone help her? Where did she get the car when she went to the consulate to collect money? Hong Shitai believed

this was a clue…

**************** ... He no longer cared about his own fate; all he cared about was his son. He would brave any danger to ensure his son's survival. As for whether these people were truly helping his son, he could only deceive himself and choose to believe it. Otherwise, what was the point of all this? Life here wasn't as painful as he had imagined. Perhaps he was useful to them, so at least superficially, the people at the base didn't restrict his freedom too much. He was completely free to eat and sleep, and even if he wanted to go out for a stroll, as long as it wasn't too far away, no one would follow him—at least he hadn't noticed anyone following him. He could even hire prostitutes here; there were prostitutes in a nearby town, and although they were black, they were quite attractive. Even though he believed that prostitute might also be someone arranged by the world, he didn't care. This was the only way he could adjust his mindset here. The mission was approaching; that was the notification he received—ready to be on standby. Waiting was the most agonizing thing at times like this. As a pilot, he had to adjust his physical and mental state to its best before a mission, and he had to find a way to pass the time and release stress. He started thinking about that prostitute again… On a hilltop far from the base, Feng Wu lay on the hill, looking down through binoculars. Beside her lay the rich second-generation. E Country and A Country were in a state of hostility, meaning there couldn't be too many people in this area; otherwise, it would definitely attract the attention of the A Country military. Although this was the territory of the A Country air force mercenary unit, the A Country regular army was still in charge. If they found out that some of their mercenaries were collaborating with enemy mercenaries on their territory, the A Country regular army would not hesitate to take action. The people killed in that air-raid shelter weren't Feng Wu and her group, but rather the unfortunate smugglers. A psychotropic drug developed by the KGB during the Cold War had come in handy. Although it was nearing its expiration date, it was still effective. With a little mental suggestion, these people, who had entered a cerumen-like state, were successfully made to mechanically perform some simple actions. For safety, Feng Wu had also planted remote-controlled explosives on them, so they could detonate a large explosion when Tuoli's people arrived. Unexpectedly, the enemy launched an air raid, saving them a huge problem. Crossing the border went smoothly. Russian mercenary organizations wielded considerable influence within Country A's army, and most of these mercenary companies had connections with Russian intelligence. Leveraging their influence, coupled with a million-dollar investment from a wealthy young man, they encountered no obstacles along the way. However, upon reaching their destination, Feng Wu realized something was amiss. If their observation of the base was correct, this should be the territory of mercenary units within Country A's army. Why was Tuoli's secret base located in Russian mercenary territory? Had Tuoli bribed some of these mercenaries? If so, had Russian intelligence also noticed this? It seemed likely. The Russians probably suspected that some mercenary companies in Country A were cooperating with Tuoli. Her unscathed arrival was evidence; if the Russians hadn't noticed, her whereabouts would have been exposed. The Russians likely used those they deemed innocent of any treason. Or perhaps Tuoli's cooperation with Country A's mercenary organizations was limited, as Tuoli believed he had killed her group and therefore hadn't informed them of his situation? Did these mercenaries not know that those helping them cross the border were actually the enemies of their collaborators? Had Russia's forces deployed in Country A also begun to spiral out of control? This was too dangerous… These Russians always liked to put others on dangerous sprees. One wrong move, and their lives could be lost without them even realizing it. "Intelligence indicates this is Russian territory ," the rich kid muttered to himself. "Tuo Li's mercenary organization also works for the government forces of Country E. They should be enemies on the battlefield. How did they end up together?" "Tuo Li bribed them?" Seeing that Feng Wu didn't respond, the rich kid shamelessly continued muttering to himself. "How much money would Tuo Li have to spend to bribe them? And betraying Russia, even if they received the money, they won't have a good future. These people are shrewd; they wouldn't be unaware of this." Feng Wu still didn't speak, so the rich kid simply answered his own questions, like a monologue going on and on. “No,” Feng Wu interrupted the argument. “Only shared interests can bring them together temporarily.” “Shared interests?” “Yes, the president of Country E. Both sides want this person to disappear, which is why there’s this temporary cooperation. Afterwards, they’ll still be enemies, nothing will change.” “Since nothing will change, what benefit would the death of the President of Country E bring them?” “ You should think about it the other way around. If the President of Country E didn’t die, what harm would it do to their interests?” Feng Wu’s expression clearly showed she had figured it out. “If he didn’t die, what would the future situation between the two countries be like?” “This guy pursues a peace policy. If he didn’t die, the situation between the two countries might ease, or even achieve a ceasefire or genuine peace. Oh, I see. If the two countries are at peace, then mercenaries will have no value, and these guys will be unemployed.”

"Yes, only if the war continues will the value of mercenaries be realized, and only then will they have the opportunity to continue making money. It's fair to say that the people least willing to see peace between the two countries are their respective mercenaries. Regular soldiers have guaranteed salaries; even without fighting, they still receive their pay. But mercenaries have no money if there's no war. Country A's mercenary operations have already reached such a large scale; after years of hard work, no one would easily give up. This is a bottom line, a core interest. Everything else can be compromised, but this is untouchable."

"For this, they'd rather cooperate with Russia's enemies? Aren't they afraid of retaliation from the Russian government?"

"They're private companies now, and their relationship with the Russian government is merely a cooperative one, not a superior-subordinate one. When interests are at stake, who cares about anyone else? Of course, not everyone dares to betray Russia's national interests. Everyone probably secretly hopes for continued fighting, but only a small minority actually dare to act on it." "

Damn, I was hoping that once I got here, I could rely on the Russians to finish things off in one fell swoop. Now it seems unlikely."

“We still need to figure something out… It depends on the Russians’ abilities. If their influence here hasn’t spiraled out of control, we should be able to find the person we’re waiting for. Hey, isn’t that him? He’s coming out, he’s going that way, looks like someone’s following him. Isn’t it just one person? What a fucking bastard!”

Feng Wu cursed and slowly started climbing back, gesturing for retreat. Once they were both back at the bottom of the slope, she pulled out her phone and glared at the rich kid: “Now it’s your turn to work.”

“You really don’t care about spending my money? Are you really planning to be my wife?”

In a small town not far away, a black man dressed like a local native answered the phone. This guy was known as Rodman in the group of four, his real name was unknown. He looked a bit like Rodman from the old Chicago Bulls, bald and quite tall, with a protruding mouth that reminded him of a gorilla, a mouthful of yellow teeth, an extremely heavy smoker, and an incredibly accurate shot. He was the tallest in the group of four and looked the closest to the locals.

"The bird has moved towards you, now it's your job."

"Roger that, no problem."

"There are four eagles with the bird."

"Got it, I'll handle it."

Rodman put away his phone and greeted an elderly black man next to him in his thick local dialect.

Most of the men in this town carried guns, because this was originally a tribal settlement. During the war, they served the soldiers at the nearby military base. The brothels and restaurants here made their fortunes by profiting from the soldiers' hard-earned money. Now that there's peace, the soldiers are gone, but many foreigners have come. They might as well make money from them, but that doesn't mean they're subordinates to those foreigners. To put it bluntly, they're the local bullies here.

The elderly black man came over, and the two went into a room. There was a laptop on the table inside, and a young black man was sitting in front of it. The screen showed a bank account, with a million dollars already deposited. The old Black man smiled and counted a few zeros, nodding in satisfaction. He then gestured for Rodman to follow him through the back door.

After turning a couple of corners, he led Rodman into an alley. A worn neon sign flickered above one of the storefronts; it wasn't noticeable during the day, and it might not be lit at night either. A rather pretty Black woman emerged from inside. She had a good figure, wore a tight red tank top, denim shorts, and high heels—clearly a prostitute.

The old man looked around to make sure no one was watching, then pulled out a wad of US dollars, which looked to be about ten thousand, and handed it to the woman. Her eyes lit up. The old man pointed at Rodman, and the woman gave him a flippant nod. Rodman slipped inside…

“That guy’s out again,”

two Black soldiers guarding the base gate whispered enviously as the pickup truck drove away. This white man went out frequently, and everyone knew what he did: women. Their boss had strict rules here, but he was an exception. He could go out whenever he wanted, except bring women back.

They didn't know exactly what their boss did; all the white men were big bosses, in short. They were local tribal militias, practically like organized crime. They had fought for the army during wartime, then Russian mercenaries came, supposedly for some company, and they worked for those companies. After the Russians left, they worked for these white men. In their eyes, foreigners and white men were all the same; as long as there was money, it didn't matter who they worked for.

In this small area, no one could bypass the local tribes. Whoever came here had to hire the local militia, whether Russian or not, since this was still country A's territory.

A white man not far away watched Shemark leave, thought for a moment, and then turned and walked towards the building behind.

He was the person in charge of the base, the King in the Tarot.

The world had instructed that he shouldn't be put under too much pressure, and his identity was that of a pilot, someone who would fly fighter jets. This job required a high degree of concentration; excessive pressure would lead to an imbalance. Every fighter pilot had self-regulation methods, which were crucial.

Although pilots trained in the regular air force possess exceptional mental fortitude, Shemark, now a traitor and a homeless fugitive working for "terrorists," lived in constant uncertainty and anxiety, unsure of his and his child's fate.

Such a mindset was clearly unsuitable for missions; he needed to adjust his mentality.

Shemark's method was women. While leaving the base alone was sometimes unsafe, his child was still in the hands of the World Organization—his greatest weakness. As long as they held this leverage, he wouldn't dare harbor any ill intentions. Forced obedience wasn't

loyalty, but the World Organization didn't need Shemark's loyalty.

With the mission approaching, for safety's sake, four men were assigned to accompany him, ostensibly to run errands in the village and give him a ride. For the mission's sake, he couldn't forbid her from seeing women, nor could he allow her to bring them to the base. Sending four men would seem suspicious and attract attention, but in the current situation, this was the only option.

But he still had confidence. Shemark was unaware that his child was in trouble; the news was tightly sealed from him, and there was no need to keep it a secret any longer. In just a few dozen hours, everything would be fine. This was

probably the last time he went out to find a woman before he died… Let

him go. Even if he sensed something was wrong, what could he do alone? ********** ... That woman is probably dead now, so it's impossible to confirm whether she hid Su Chen in this old man's house.

However, Hong Shitai felt this was highly likely. The female agent was decisive and ruthless; given her personality, she was unlikely to hand Su Chen over to the local Chinese diplomatic mission. Whether the Chinese consulate would dare take on this hot potato if they knew how she obtained Su Chen was another matter entirely. Chinese bureaucrats valued harmony, stability, and self-preservation above all else, never taking risks.

Therefore, he decided to start with the old man.

Hong Shitai gestured to the two people in the car, who got out and walked away. Although this was predominantly Black territory, they didn't dare be too blatant with the Chinese. Chinese people living overseas often formed gangs—basically organized crime—a common practice among overseas Chinese. This old man, despite his age, was a senior figure in the local Chinese underworld. His organization was a force to be reckoned with in the city, with many members owning guns.

Moreover, the Chinese consulate had strengthened its ties with these figures; this connection made things quite troublesome.

The relationship with China hasn't completely broken down yet. Openly mobilizing the military and police to search for overseas Chinese during this critical period could provoke a strong reaction from China. China is currently in the wrong and desperately wants to find some excuse to turn the tables, so they can only act covertly.

Thirty minutes later, Hong Shitai appeared in the store, where Old Guo was behind the counter. Seeing him enter, he was first taken aback, then seemed to recognize him.

"Mr. Hong, what brings you here today?"

"Old Guo, I've come to ask you about someone."

Hong Shitai didn't have time for pleasantries and directly showed him Feng Wu's photo. "You know this person, right?"

"This..."

Old Guo pretended to adjust his glasses and looked at it carefully.

"This girl... I really don't remember her. What's wrong? Who is she?"

"Who she is isn't important, anyway, she's dead now. I just want to tell you that what she left behind is related to a child's life, so I need to find what she left behind as soon as possible."

"Mr. Hong, I really don't understand what you're saying. Is there anything else?"

Old Guo remained relatively calm.

“Teacher Guo, I really can’t bear it… Look at this.”

Hong Shitai held up his phone, and the image of a child on the screen startled the old man, his face instantly changing color.

“You…you…this has nothing to do with the child!”

“Yes, it has nothing to do with him. But Su Chen has nothing to do with your family either, right? You need to think carefully about what you’re going to do.”…

Inside the safe house.

Su Chen sat blankly on the bed, watching TV. CNN was reporting on the ethnic riots in Kub Town; the cameras flickered, and there were screams and panicked crowds running around. Soldiers in helmets fired their guns into the air, and tanks rumbled by. Then the local TV station broadcast news about Chinese companies investing in E country.

But Su Chen didn’t pay any attention. She watched these things only to distract herself, otherwise her mind would be filled with thoughts of what to do next? Could she still go back to China? How was her husband, Lü Zhe? Would they ever be reunited alive?

Where was Lü Zhe? Was he alright?

Did that woman go to rescue him? She knew nothing, understood nothing.

A knock sounded at the door.

It wasn't until the second knock that Su Chen reacted. Stuck inside, she had no idea what was happening outside. Maybe that woman was back, or maybe it was that old overseas Chinese, Mr. Guo?

Her mind was a little sluggish. She slowly walked over and opened the door.

The person standing at the door smiled slightly at her: "Hi, Su Chen, long time no see. Still thinking of me?"

Su Chen's mind went blank. An overwhelming fear made her body convulse as if she were having a seizure. Her head spun, and her legs gave way, causing her to collapse to the ground.

Hong Shitai, why was this guy here?

When Hong Shitai grabbed her arm, only two words echoed repeatedly in Su Chen's mind: It's over…

Inside the small room, Lü Zhe sat at the table.

He had been imprisoned in this base for some time, but they were all held separately. He didn't know how the others were treated, but this was his first time being "interrogated."

Across the table was an unfamiliar white foreigner. Lü Zhe looked at him with a cold smile. At this point, Lü Zhe truly went all out. Since arriving in this hellish place, he had been on the brink of death several times, and he didn't care anymore. He found this guy's request utterly ridiculous.

"I didn't kill anyone, why should I turn myself in? You guys are framing me. I'm just an ordinary Chinese citizen, is it worth all this trouble? So what if I don't do what you say?" "

Mr. Lü, I know you're not afraid of death or torture, but what about your wife? Can you bear to see her suffer because of your non-cooperation?"

"Don't try to trick me."

Lü Zhe said this, but his heart tightened. Su Chen, Su Chen really fell into their hands? If that were the case, he'd rather die, he really would rather die…

"I have no reason to trick you."

The man placed the laptop in front of him. The live feed showed Su Chen, her face streaked with tears, looking at him as if she saw hope, calling out Lü Zhe's name loudly. Lu Zhe's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he saw this. He snatched the notebook and examined it closely. He saw a hand grabbing Su Chen's hair, a gleaming dagger held against her face.

"Su Chen, I'm coming to save you right now, don't be afraid!"

Lu Zhe was on the verge of tears.

Su Chen was crying and sobbing, only able to say, "Husband, where are you?

" Lu Zhe couldn't hold back any longer and roared, "Let her go! Let her go!"

The last sentence was a thunderous roar, and his body jumped uncontrollably, but the people behind him immediately grabbed him and held him down firmly.

"You have to let her go. Whatever you want me to do, you have to let her go first."

"You have no room for negotiation now. Your wife's fate is in your hands. If you continue to be uncooperative, I can't guarantee anything."

"How do I know if you won't kill us after I do what you say?"

"You don't know."

The man was calm and collected.

Lu Zhe was panting heavily, staring intently at the man, and finally helplessly let go. Doing as he was told would be tantamount to sentencing himself to death. Admitting to assassinating a foreign chief was suicide. But he truly preferred death to harming Su Chen. At worst, they would both die, but perhaps Su Chen would have a chance to live? (Episode 18, March 1st)

"I'll do whatever you want me to do. I admit to killing the chief, okay?"

"Besides that, we also need you to admit you're an agent of the Chinese Ministry of State Security, that your assassination was entirely under the command of the Chinese government, and that it was retaliation for the pirate incident."

"What pirate incident? I don't understand."

"We'll make it clear to you. You just need to recite the lines I give you."

The man tossed him several pages of paper. "Memorize these. We'll rehearse a few times later. When the time comes, we'll hand you over to the police department, and you can improvise based on that."

A man approached and handed him two pages of paper. Lü Zhe read them several times; the contents were utterly nonsensical, including things like assassinating the president. What the hell? Assassinate the president by plane?

Can he even fly a plane? That's ridiculous. The paper claimed that to protect China's interests in Africa, given China's massive monopolistic investments in countries A and E, if the situation stabilized, other foreign investment might enter, challenging China's current investment position. Therefore, China had to keep the war going to prevent other foreign investment from entering the war-torn countries, allowing China to maintain its unshakeable monopoly in the region. And so on and so forth—a complete mess.

What was this? It was practically a confession. These people were clearly trying to tarnish China's reputation; their schemes were certainly more extensive than this.

But he couldn't care less about that now; his only concern was Su Chen.

Then a bodyguard placed a camera directly opposite him. At that moment, Lü Zhe didn't care why they were recording him if they wanted him to surrender. His only thought was to save Su Chen. He'd accept anything, even murdering the UN Secretary-General, let alone the president.

The man watched Lü Zhe begin his performance in front of the camera, repeating himself a few times until he felt it was enough. Suddenly, he noticed his phone vibrating, so he left the room and went to the end of the corridor. His phone had been vibrating the whole time.

"Hello... Oh... He's here. Three hours later! Earlier? I know... I'll do it right away!"

The man hung up and immediately called the leader of the four men who had accompanied Xie Mark. The target's departure had been brought forward—departing in three hours! Why the hell hadn't they told him sooner? Xie Mark wasn't even at the base yet; he should have known better than to let him go. He

called for a long time, but no one answered. His heart sank.

This couldn't be... Had something happened over there?

He rushed to the operations room, where several mercenaries were playing cards.

"Emergency assembly!"

The crowd scrambled to their feet...

On the other side of the screen, Hong Shitai closed his notebook with satisfaction. Su Chen had fallen into his hands again. This woman couldn't be allowed to live; keeping her alive would be a threat. But the world's order was for her to live. The order had already been given, and this woman couldn't be killed for the time being.

Hong Shitai argued that this woman was useless now, but the world clearly didn't see it that way.

This woman was a thorn in the side of the second-generation chieftain, a flaw in his plot to kill his brother. Because this woman was involved, as long as she was in the world's hands, he would never fear the second-generation chieftain turning against him. This guy wasn't someone to be trifled with either. Tuoli was using him, but wasn't he also using Tuoli? Now that he had successfully ascended to power, once he was firmly in control and had enough power, he might just discard him after he had served his purpose, and

Tuoli wouldn't be able to do anything to him. Even when he became president, the supreme ruler of the world, even if he really turned against Tuoli then, Tuoli would be helpless.

He had to leave some leverage, some leverage that would make Tuoli wary. Country E is a tribal federation. Only one's own kin tribe is the most reliable force. Once the secret of his fratricide is revealed, the people in his tribe will not submit to him. If his own blood relatives do not support him, then collapse will be imminent.

This is the way the world works: strike the snake at its vital point, hitting its most fatal weakness. Xie Mark's son is his biggest weakness, Lu Zhe's wife Su Chen is his biggest weakness, and the second generation's kin tribe is his greatest support, but also his greatest weakness.

It seems that he can only spare this woman's life.

Hong Shitai squatted down, looking at the messy hair on his forehead stuck with sweat, and a pretty face covered in tears, and chuckled, "Have you missed me these past few days?"

Su Chen's eyes widened, and although she still couldn't stop the tears, she spat a mouthful of saliva hard in his face.

"You'll die a horrible death! Hong Shitai, you'll die a horrible death! I curse your ancestors for eighteen generations!"

"Heh, spit it out, spit it into my mouth. It's okay, spit it out..."

Hong Shitai put on that shameless look again. This woman looked quite pleasing when she was angry. His hands started to wander again. Now that they were alone, it was like a tiger and a lamb together; she had no chance to resist.

Hong Shitai's hand reached inside her clothes. Su Chen desperately tried to push him away, slapping and scratching at Hong Shitai's face, but Hong Shitai easily handled her with one hand. His other hand had already torn open Su Chen's front. A trace of despair flashed in Su Chen's eyes. Suddenly, she tried to bang her head against the ground, but Hong Shitai grabbed her with lightning speed and, like a suddenly enraged lion, yanked her up from the ground, face to face.

If she really wanted to die, I wouldn't stop her. Actually, this would be good for me. Unfortunately, the world's commands are absolute. Playing these tricks with him is really not fun. This Dutchman was incredibly shrewd and ruthless, and those who deliberately disobeyed orders never fared well.

"I'm telling you, you saw your husband just now, didn't you..."

Su Chen cried, unable to speak.

"You've ruined your husband like this! You're a femme fatale, you know that? If it weren't for you, your husband would still be perfectly fine. If you had even a little bit of thought for your husband, you'd have to listen to me, understand? Otherwise, your husband will be dead without a burial place. If you want to die, your husband will die with you. Think it over carefully."

Su Chen collapsed to the ground, now only able to cry.

Hong Shitai grinned smugly, then picked Su Chen up and whispered in her ear, "Now it's just the two of us here. You serve those rough, smelly black devils every day, do you think I'm better than them..."

Before he could finish, Su Chen closed her eyes, refusing to look at him.

He leaned in to kiss her, but Su Chen turned her face away in disgust, finally unable to escape, and bit his lip hard.

Hong Shitai cried out in pain, instantly enraged. He slammed Su Chen onto the bed and pounced on her like a hungry tiger. He frantically tore at her clothes while forcefully pinning her down. Panting heavily, he said, "What are you pretending to be, some virtuous slut? Have you forgotten how you used to climax on me? I love raping women who resist. The more you resist, the more excited and conquering I feel. Slut, resist! Resist me!" Su Chen struggled even more fiercely, but she couldn't withstand Hong Shitai's strength and power, who pinned her face down on the bed. Her panties were already ripped off, exposing her bare buttocks to the air. Then, like a bull in heat, Hong Shitai pressed down on her buttocks, and she felt the hard flesh pressing against her crotch from behind. The hot, sticky scent of lust seemed to be palpable even through her skin.

Her body felt hot too.

“Resist, you bitch, resist me! Your good father is about to rape you. I’m going to rape your asshole. Get ready, women all like me raping their assholes.”

After saying that, he pressed down on Su Chen’s buttocks and twisted, his penis moving between her tightly pressed thighs. The hot, squeezing sensation was strange. Hong Shitai felt waves of lust burning in his belly, so he forcefully squeezed his legs apart, forcing Su Chen’s thighs open, and then his penis squeezed into her flesh. His twisting and wriggling touched the sensitive areas on the inside of Su Chen’s thighs. Although Su Chen felt disgusted, she couldn’t suppress the physiological reaction.

“You’re already wet, what are you pretending for, you bitch?”

Hong Shitai panted heavily, one hand holding Su Chen’s chin and forcibly turning her face to one side, the other hand forcefully stroking her thigh. “Say it, I, a married woman with a husband, need other men to satisfy my insatiable sexual desire.”

Su Chen remained silent, but Hong Shitai gripped her chin even tighter.

"Speak! This wanton, sexy married woman needs to commit adultery! My mature, thirsty body needs a stranger besides my husband to satisfy it! I love adultery with my lover! I love cuckolding my husband! I want to have a child for him, but the father won't be him! Speak!"

Su Chen still didn't utter a sound, her eyes tightly shut, her teeth clenched.

"You'd better obey my orders..."

Hong Shitai was somewhat surprised. When did this woman become like this?

"I'd rather die than tell! Go ahead and do it..."

Su Chen's words were practically spat out between her teeth, carrying a chilling, vengeful aura, like a vengeful ghost. Hong Shitai himself was startled. This woman's tone... it was the voice of someone determined to hate to the core.

He suddenly lost interest and stopped insulting her. He thrust forward, his penis plunging deep into her vagina, completely inside.

Su Chen didn't move an inch, passively allowing him to penetrate her.

Hong Shitai panted and stirred for ten minutes, but Su Chen remained like a dead fish, unresponsive and silent, her body merely swaying with his movements. Anyone watching would think they were raping a corpse. "

Is this your plan?" "Ridiculous. Your life is in my hands. What can you do to me? Even if you don't cooperate, I'll still rape you. This time, all my semen will be inside you, guaranteeing you a one-time pregnancy, leaving an indelible mark on your body. I love toying with women like this, destroying their lives."

Hong Shitai sneered, thrusting his hips, his scrotum slapping against Su Chen's flesh with a lewd thud. "

Since this woman can't die, I'll control her life through her child. Make her pregnant, let her carry my child. Women are always controlled by their children. To control someone, you must find their weakness—that's what I learned from the world. That Lü Zhe is destined to die; to continue controlling her, I'll rely on her child."

Without restraint, as Hong Shitai felt his climax approaching, he roared and thrust his penis all the way in, ejaculating his hot semen against Su Chen's cervix. Su

Chen's body trembled, but she made no sound. "

You think that's all? I'll continue. Today I'll keep ejaculating inside you until I'm sure you're pregnant. This is the punishment a woman who dares to defy me deserves... "

**************** ... During the war between the two armies, neither side was able to penetrate deep into the other's territory, so the major battles were mostly fought along the border, with this area being one of the hardest-hit zones. The tribes that managed to settle here were mostly desperate, reckless individuals driven by greed. The small village he was heading to was such a place; though called a village, it was actually quite large. Because of the border ceasefire in the past two years, many people had returned to make a living. The tribe controlling this village was previously an uncivilized, primitive, materialistic tribe with religious beliefs similar to those of the infamous Lord's Resistance Army and Boko Haram in Africa. When the war broke out, it brought not only tanks and artillery but also modern civilization. Faced with this irresistible tide, these barbarians shed their animal skins for jeans, abandoned their cattle for motorcycles, and discarded their bows and spears for rifles and rocket launchers. However, their inherent ferocity and savagery remained. When the Chinese came to work here, they had to hire them as security guards; otherwise, they would cause trouble. When the Russians arrived, they came in tanks on the ground and planes in the sky. Even here, they still had to be hired, otherwise, things wouldn't be handled. Even with Tuoli in charge, it was no use. This wasn't Russia; it wasn't a place where they could call the shots. Here, they had to be subservient to the local bullies. The village's sole purpose was to serve the foreigners; there was no other place for them to relax. The foreigners were wealthy, used to a life of luxury, and in this godforsaken place, they had nowhere to spend their money, so the village provided a place for them to do so. Before, outside the Chinese construction site, all the vendors could surround the gate—that was all under the village's control. Even the landmines outside the Russian base couldn't stop these bandit-like merchants who forced their way in. Now, for some reason, the Russians had withdrawn, and some strange white men had arrived. They weren't many, but they were forbidden from approaching the base, though some still came out for leisure. Shemark sat in the back, watching his driver and co-driver. There were two other men in the back of the pickup truck, both armed. These silent men, whether Russian or not, seemed to have some Slavic features, but they never spoke. Even when they encountered him at the base, he hadn't spoken a word. In fact, Shemark had hardly spoken to anyone at the base. He felt like a prisoner; these people were terrorists, and although he was on their side, he didn't want to deal with them. " I work for them, but I'm different from them. I'm doing this for my son. I'm different from them; I'm not a terrorist," he could only tell himself. The car arrived at the village entrance. The village was quite lively, with people coming and going. Recently, mobile signal towers were being erected in the village, and trucks carrying construction equipment frequently appeared. Today was no exception. A dozen or so young Chinese men in work clothes and locally hired Black laborers, carrying tool bags and electrical connectors, were walking towards the construction site. A group of Black children followed behind them, shouting and running around noisily. Several adult Black men followed behind, pointing and talking on their cell phones. The Chinese men walked along, giving perfunctory replies, seemingly impatient. CITIC Group of China has the exclusive contract for mobile communication services throughout Country A. Currently, all mobile phones used throughout Country A are CITIC's. In every inhabited village, CITIC personnel are installing signal towers. These Chinese have been here for over half a year and are used to it. But today there are an unusually large number of people. One group just left, and another arrived. More than twenty people got out of several vehicles, all wearing CITIC work uniforms, carrying large and small bags, and headed towards the construction site. The car stopped, and Xie Mark got out with a look of disgust. These people were clearly there to monitor him. Was it because the mission was approaching? Were they afraid he would defect at the last minute? Or were they afraid he would run away? "Want to come with me?" Xie Mark asked with obvious sarcasm, but the people didn't respond. The familiar prostitute at the door was giving him flirtatious glances. She was pretty, with full lips painted with bright red lipstick, looking somewhat sexy and womanly, and she had a good figure with large breasts. Among the prostitutes in this village, she was considered a famous courtesan. It was rumored that her patron was the village chief, hence no thugs dared to cause trouble at her place. Only wealthy foreigners frequented her establishment. Shemark, his lips pursed, approached her. His attitude towards this prostitute was the same as his attitude towards the terrorists; he didn't even give her a second glance. She was merely a tool for sexual gratification, no need to treat her with any respect. The prostitute pressed herself against him, clinging to his arm, rubbing her breasts against him through her tank top. Shemark's hand unceremoniously pinched her buttocks, and then the two went upstairs together. The remaining four of Tuoli's gunmen didn't leave, nor did they go to "do their business"; they waited downstairs. A clear sound came through the miniature earpiece of one of them—the effect of the miniature listening device planted on Shemark's clothes.

Their orders were to keep an eye on Shemark and prevent him from doing anything inappropriate. Now it seemed the two men went straight to the point, possibly even starting to have sex without taking off their clothes. The woman's wanton moans could be clearly heard through the earpiece, along with the creaking and shaking of the bed.

A lewd smile crept across his lips. He gestured to the other three that everything was alright, then continued listening to the live sex show.

Inside the room, Shemark held the prostitute tightly, pinning her to the bed, his naked buttocks thrusting forcefully between her legs. He didn't want to kiss her mouth; instead, he grabbed her hair and pulled it aside, burying his face in her neck. He pressed his entire weight onto the prostitute, her arms wrapped around his neck, her hips twisting excitedly, her long legs wrapped around his buttocks, squeezing his waist tightly.

Two naked bodies were wildly intertwined, their breaths and moans echoing unrestrainedly in the air.

The woman, drenched in sweat from Xie Mark's relentless thrusting, clung desperately to his body. Xie Mark's movements grew increasingly intense; his chest pressed tightly against her breasts, one hand scooping up her thighs, driving her in like a bull. The woman moaned rhythmically as she was squeezed by the force.

Xie Mark, panting, gradually descended into a frenzy. He flipped her over, making her lie face down on the bed, and thrust into her again, lifting her buttocks. The woman seemed powerless, her body thrashing against him, trying to collapse onto the bed, but she finally did. Xie Mark pressed down on her buttocks from behind, pounding and squeezing downwards. Her plump buttocks were quite elastic, allowing Xie Mark to move back and forth effortlessly. Waves of tingling sensations surged through him; he was approaching his climax.

Those below were engrossed in listening through their earpieces when suddenly three black men staggered over. The three men, shirtless, with hats askew and glaring, looked like thugs. One of them even had a revolver tucked into his belt. They swaggered towards them, intending to go inside.

One of the black guards at the door, of course, wouldn't let them in. The Russian upstairs wasn't finished yet, and these three didn't look like the type to honestly hand over two hundred dollars; they were more likely to cause trouble.

The three men didn't hesitate, shoving him aside and trying to force their way in. This alerted the four gunmen, who immediately came over. One of them even flashed a pistol under his arm, intending to scare them away. In this area, the people and things in these tribes are unpredictable. Beating one could attract the attention of the entire village, and not knowing which tribe these three belonged to, they dared not act recklessly. Normally, they would probably have opened fire.

Who knew these three were such tough bastards? Even a pistol couldn't scare them away; instead, they glared at each other and stood their ground. In the midst of the pushing and shoving, the man listening to the live sex act suddenly noticed the sound in his earpiece vanish, replaced by a loud interference noise—something was interfering with the listening device.

He immediately realized something was wrong. Forgetting about getting entangled with these black thugs, he turned to go upstairs to investigate. The three thugs' eyes instantly changed. One of them flashed his hands, and as if by magic, two knives appeared out of thin air. Two cold flashes slashed across the necks of two of them, blood spurting more than two meters high. These two men had already drawn their guns, their movements almost as swift as the attacker's, but the instant paralysis from the poison on the blades rendered them unable to pull the triggers. They collapsed to the ground, clutching their bleeding necks and convulsing. The third

man was a little slower; a pair of large hands grabbed his neck and twisted it violently, breaking his neck.

As the other three fell, the last gun was already raised, aimed at the short man with a head full of braids, and he pulled the trigger hard. The bullet pierced through Gloucester's forehead, instantly tearing a gaping hole in the back of his head. Blood and brains splattered everywhere, and the body fell backward, the jammed pistol slipping from his hand.

Then, two knives were plunged into his chest like a storm, more than a dozen times. He didn't even have time to defend himself, and before he could even feel the pain, all the strength in his body vanished, and he collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.

Four enemies were dealt with in five seconds, but Gloucester fell forever.

And with the gunshots, there were definitely other informants working for Tuoli in the village, and they would soon find out what had happened. The remaining two didn't hesitate; one guarded the door, and the other ran upstairs.

The native black thug was now too scared to move. Who were these people? The tribal elder said these people were businessmen and that they shouldn't interfere in their affairs. Damn it, is this how businessmen behave?

Upstairs, Xie Mark watched the video uploaded to his tablet, tears streaming down his face.

His son had been captured by the FSB. No wonder that bastard in the world had blocked all contact between him and his son; they were simply using him. Now it was clear they had no intention of properly treating his son. Since they were using him, they would definitely silence him later. If he died, his son would be useless, so there was no point in wasting time.

Rodman looked at him without any sympathy. A traitor deserved such a fate.

Since this guy defected in his plane, the Russians had been unable to find him. Searching the world for someone was like looking for a needle in a haystack, especially since this person was being deliberately hidden by a powerful organization. It wasn't until, based on Feng Wu's suggestion, the tracker located their commando team and revealed a suspicious location within country A, that the Russians intensified their reconnaissance of the area.

This area was originally Russian mercenary territory during the war, and Russian intelligence agencies had infiltrated it extensively. Even after the ceasefire, the Russian FSB (French Special Branch) maintained a degree of influence in the region. Unexpectedly, they discovered that someone in a tribal village had seen Shemark.

Based on this, the FSB deduced that some members of the local Russian mercenary organization might be secretly collaborating with Tuoli without the Russian government's knowledge. Sending personnel from China was too time-consuming, and it was impossible to determine who had defected. Sending agents rashly could alert the already defected Russian mercenary groups and cause them to be overly cautious. However, the intelligence community was accustomed to such situations where the enemy was among them, and they decided that Fengwu and her team would conduct preliminary reconnaissance of the base across the border, while awaiting Russian reinforcements. The Russian tactical assault force had already boarded their plane, but would not arrive for another five hours.

However, Feng Wu had no intention of staying put. Gao Shan had risked his future to create this opportunity for her, not so she could become a henchman for the Russians. Now that Shemark was alone, capturing him was crucial; he was the key. Taking him down would cripple Tuoli's plan.

There was no other way; time was too tight. They couldn't afford to plan slowly and had to take the risk.

The Russians were betting that Tuoli would become complacent, believing they had wiped out Feng Wu's team. Furthermore, their cooperation with the defected mercenary organization was purely based on mutual exploitation. They wouldn't reveal too much about their inner workings, preventing the mercenary organization from knowing that Feng Wu and her group were Tuoli's true enemies. They cleverly exploited this blind spot.

The identities they gave Feng Wu and her group were merely a cover; they were carrying out other missions. Currently, the mercenary organization, unable to distinguish friend from foe, would only be wary of Tuoli's activities; otherwise, they should still obey orders without suspicion.

It seemed their gamble had paid off, though Feng Wu and her group, though aware of the situation, could only curse them afterward.

“You see? Your son is in our hands now. You know what to do.”

Rodman was certain this man would give in. Traitors were always weak-willed; as long as you targeted their weaknesses, it was easy to bring them down.

“I won’t resist. Are you here to arrest me?”

“Tell me what the world wants you to do first.”

“I have a mission within 24 hours, and then he says I’ll be free.”

"What mission? Who is the specific target?"

"He didn't say. I only know it's an aerial target."

"Is the Su-30 fighter jet you stole in that base? Will you be flying that plane?"

"Yes."

"Are the captured Russians and Japanese there too?"

"As far as I know, yes. They're being held in the base's dungeon. I saw them when they were first brought in. But I can't guarantee they're still alive, because I don't have the right to go near the dungeon."

"What about the ship? Where did you hide it?"

"What ship? I don't know."

"Don't lie. It won't do you any good. Think about your children."

"I'm not lying, but I don't know what you're talking about. They only let me know what I need to know, nothing else."

"Draw me a rough map of your base, clearly marking where the guards are. Don't tell me you haven't paid attention; I won't believe you."

Just as he finished speaking, gunshots rang out below. Rodman jumped, his gun instantly in his hand. He rushed to the window and looked down, seeing several corpses below, and immediately spotted Gluttony.

Sigh! A pang of sadness shot through his heart. Although they had only met because of this mission and their cooperation hadn't been long, they were still comrades-in-arms.

Then the dual-wielder came up: "Are you done yet?"

"What happened down there?"

"Gullit is dead."

The dual-wielder's face was grim.

"Damn it!"

Rodman turned around and yelled at Shemark, "Hurry up!"

Anyway, the main Russian force would be here in five hours. Even if Tuoli realized something was wrong, it didn't matter. As long as Shemark was still in his hands, that was the key.

Just then, an exclamation came through the earpiece. At least three tactical armored vehicles had arrived at the village entrance, full of menacing mercenaries. They were all from the base.

Tuoli had noticed so quickly!

The dual-wielder and Rodman grabbed Shemark and ran downstairs. The village was in chaos. Adults and children ran around everywhere, and some people even ran out with guns, but then turned back when they saw the situation. The village chief, an elderly black man, was somewhat uneasy. After all, he had received a million dollars, and someone wanted to take down several bases on his territory.

He thought killing a few people wouldn't be a big deal, but he hadn't expected it to provoke such a large-scale attack. He regretted getting involved in this mess.

Helpless, he led a group of gunmen to block the road and loudly demanded to know what their intentions were.

Rodman and the double-wielder had already gone downstairs, while the other man, Iron Hand, was hiding at the alley entrance. Seeing that the two groups on the road were locked in combat, he decided to seize the opportunity to escape. However, just as he was about to slip away from the other side, two more mercenaries appeared from the intersection ahead. It seemed they had already flanked him. Seeing no other way, Rodman pulled the trigger, emptying a magazine of bullets from his automatic pistol without hitting anything. At the same time, he pulled Shemark and forced their way through a nearby door, where they hid. Then, the enemy's retaliatory bullets flew in.

The gunfire erupted, and chaos ensued.

Gunfire erupted immediately from the village entrance road. Clearly, hearing the gunfire, those on the other side realized something was wrong. Tuoli's mercenaries reacted swiftly, opening fire first. Seventeen automatic rifles and three machine guns unleashed a torrent of fire. The village chief was riddled with bullets, his body flying through the air. His snipers also fell in droves. The remaining men fled in panic, firing wildly and shouting.

In an instant, the entire village was filled with the chaos of gunfire and fighting.

"Don't linger! Find our men!"

the King roared from inside the armored vehicle. If Shemark were to be harmed, disrupting the world's plans, his own fate would be sealed.

The mercenaries were far more skilled than these amateur gunmen, quickly taking down over a dozen. The King drove the armored vehicle recklessly through the village, soon finding the pickup truck. The rest suppressed the surrounding fire, while the King led his men out, attempting to rush into the alleyways.

Just then, a blinding white beam shot out, and the armored vehicle was blasted into a massive fireball. Thick smoke and flames shot straight into the sky. The mercenaries who hadn't even had time to disembark were thrown into the air like toy dolls by the blast wave, then scattered and fell like burning torches. Those rushing into the alley were also knocked down by the blast.

This was… an anti-tank missile?

The king scrambled to his feet, staring dumbfounded at the armored vehicle now a fireball. The scorching air felt like it was scorching his back. He staggered to his feet and witnessed a scene that terrified him.

A hail of bullets rained down on them from all directions, and his men fell one after another. All around

, indistinctly visible, were countless Asians and Blacks, all wearing uniforms from CITIC Group, but carrying submachine guns and rocket launchers. His men were completely surrounded by their firing positions.

A trap? That was the only thing he could think of.

He knew about the CITIC Group construction site here; now, Chinese construction sites were everywhere in Country A, so he had overlooked it. But he hadn't expected these workers to have another identity. Were they mercenaries too? It was truly unexpected, and probably the world hadn't expected it either. They had always thought that the Chinese, who adhered to the doctrine of the mean, were only pure businessmen, that these people were timid and cowardly, and disliked violence. They preferred to make you submit at the dinner table or the negotiating table.

When did Chinese businessmen start having their own mercenaries? Were they still Chinese?

In China, organizing one's own private armed forces was tantamount to rebellion; no organization could have that right. The Communist Party would not allow any armed force outside its control.

The world had always believed this.

But now, facts proved them wrong. Some Chinese businessmen were already learning from these Western businessmen; Tuoli had his own private mercenary army, but now Chinese businessmen were starting to do the same. Or perhaps they had been doing it all along, just unaware of it.

Or perhaps they had possessed such power from the beginning, but it had always been hidden?

This was the first time he had witnessed the dark side of Chinese businessmen.

He sent his last text message to the world, telling them everything that had happened. He quickly activated the backup plan; the place was in complete chaos.

Run! But when he came to his senses, the gunfire had stopped.

His men…were they all wiped out?

Then, seeing these “Chinese workers” cautiously approaching him with their guns held high, maintaining professional tactical postures, he knew his fate was sealed…

At the entrance to the presidential palace of Country E, guards stood at attention and saluted. The president’s motorcade filed out, heading towards the government’s private airport.

Although it was a poor country, the president’s rank still commanded a strong presence. Three identical, extended black bulletproof Lincolns followed by several Land Rover SUVs carrying the presidential guard, and then two military trucks loaded with paratroopers wearing red berets—the president’s elite troops. Leading the way was a wheeled infantry fighting vehicle; the noise of its engine and the thick smoke billowing from its exhaust pipe were quite conspicuous.

Recently, the country has been plagued by a series of incidents: tribal infighting, pirate battles, street gunfights between unidentified armed groups, and a mysterious explosion in the inland desert region, where unidentified bodies were found at the scene.

With so many incidents happening so frequently, it's natural that the President needs to be extremely careful when traveling.

With such a powerful security detail, no assassination attempt would be possible, not even getting close. This is why the world chose to eliminate him from the air. Ground defenses are too tight; even top-tier mercenaries from Tuoli would find it difficult to get close. Moreover, there's only one chance.

The Vice President stood by the window of his office, watching the convoy depart, his feelings incredibly complex.

To be honest, he had no personal grudge against the President; on the contrary, they could be considered good friends. However, he couldn't accept the President's peace policy; he simply couldn't accept it. The enmity between Country A and Country E had run too deep; in his view, there was no possibility of reconciliation. The president can't see this. He always thinks peace will be recognized by the international community. Don't be ridiculous. The international community doesn't care about the war in Africa. These two countries have been at war for so many years, when have they ever intervened? Only in recent years, with the rise of Somali piracy, have they started paying attention to East Africa.

Compared to country A, country E is too small; its land area, population, and resources are incomparable. Peace might bring temporary stability to country E, but country A will eventually seize this opportunity for peaceful development to surpass country E in power. What will become of country E then? Country A has always harbored ambitions to annex country E because when country E separated from country A, it took all its seaports, turning country A into a landlocked nation. Before the separation, the two countries shared the same name: Abyssinia.

If this were to actually happen, the Western world probably wouldn't even bother to look. They only care about where there is oil; where there is no oil, even if the sky falls, it doesn't matter.

The Zaire-Rwanda genocide, with its million-strong massacre and reportedly 10,000 deaths a day, leaving mountains of corpses in the Great Lakes region, saw no intervention from the West. No, because there was no benefit to be gained.

Later, the entire country of Zaire disappeared, becoming the Republic of Congo, yet the West still recognized its government. Why? Because it was none of their business, and there was no profit to be made.

Al-Qaeda in Yemen openly established its own state, yet not a single US soldier went to subdue it. Why? No profit!

The division of North and South Sudan, the Black Hawk Down incident in Somalia—the examples are countless.

If it involves their interests, those Western countries will deploy troops under the guise of human rights and counter-terrorism. If there isn't enough benefit, they will hypocritically claim they have no right to interfere in other countries' internal affairs—that's their approach.

They won't intervene in the East African catastrophe, not in the past, and not in the future, because they have no regard for this impoverished land.

When the international community can no longer be relied upon, peace policies will lead E-country down the path of destruction.

This is something the president cannot see clearly right now.

As the vice president of this country, he couldn't just stand by and watch all this happen without taking any action. Continuing the war was better than the country's destruction. The president didn't understand all this, but he did.

However, he knew the president was unyielding, he didn't have enough reasons, and the president was currently in a position of moral authority; he was too devoted to his own peace theories. This was tantamount to a betrayal for the vice president. His tribe, his family had contributed too much to this war; his youngest son had died on the front lines as a helicopter pilot. Personally and professionally, he couldn't accept the reality of peace.

His old friend had become a stumbling block for the country; he had to take action. "

I'm not doing this for my own selfish desires, I'm doing this for the country..." he told himself.

He couldn't understand the man in the world. But his goals were aligned with his own; neither of them wanted a ceasefire. He couldn't openly oppose the president's policies, and launching a coup using military force was impossible; assassination was the only option. The world's plan could not only remove the president but also frame Country A—a win-win situation. After taking power, he could reignite the war under the guise of avenging the president, and pin the blame for violating the ceasefire on Country A.

As for whether the world had other intentions, he didn't know, nor was he interested. Once he sat on the presidential throne, he would naturally have enough power to restrain Tuoli's actions. Africa belonged to black people, not white people.

He had already informed the world; now he was just waiting for the president's plane to take off, and the assassins lying in ambush in the sky would naturally take care of him.

He was now on a pirate ship; there was no turning back…

********************************* (Separation line) The world sat in the palace of the second-generation chief, his expression still calm and composed, but his heart was churning like boiling magma.

Finally, this moment had arrived.

He had just given the order to the king at the secret base within Country A to let Shemark take off. Although the president's departure time had been suddenly brought forward, it was still within his preparations. After he took off, an "invading Country A fighter jet" would attack his plane.

After the president dies, the vice president will succeed him and resume war against Country A under the pretext of violating the ceasefire agreement. This second-generation president will become the new vice president because his unit's fighter jets shot down the "invading Country A warplane," earning him a great achievement—after the president's plane was shot down.

The reason they went to such lengths to bring this Su-30 fighter jet here was for this purpose.

Among East African countries, only Country A's air force is equipped with Su-27 series fighter jets and possesses extensive combat experience; to frame someone, they need to make it convincing. But when a Su-30 fighter jet wreckage is discovered on television, bearing the insignia of the Country A air force, and the bodies of the pilots are revealed to be Russian and Chinese, how will the international community view this?

Country A's Russian mercenary pilots are world-renowned, and the identity of this Chinese pilot will later be released online, accompanied by a pre-recorded video message in which he admits to being a Chinese intelligence agent and that the assassination was supported by the Chinese government.

Of course, the Chinese government will never admit it, but such things don't require evidence. That's just how politics is; smearing an opponent doesn't require solid evidence, as long as it looks direct and powerful. As long as it creates a scandal, that's enough. When Russia's intelligence network was dismantled in the US, and its members were captured alive, the

scandal involving a female spy caused a huge uproar. Russia still denied it, but denial was useless; the scandal still occurred. Then, country E announced the discovery of evidence of cooperation between Chinese intelligence agencies and pirate organizations, which was true. After that, the chief's death was revealed, and China was dragged into the matter again through Lü Zhe's "agent" identity. This three-pronged approach, combining truth and falsehood, is the most difficult to guard against.

Regardless of the final outcome, this incident will undoubtedly cause irreparable damage to China's image in Africa. Whether or not there is evidence, African countries will be wary of China in the future. Who would want to deal with a country that so easily overthrows other countries' regimes? Until this matter is clarified, regardless of whether the Chinese government is involved in this conspiracy, China's expansion in Africa will certainly be curbed, or even driven out.

Even if things become clear later, this sense of unease won't disappear quickly. By the time the Chinese have truly regained their footing, they will find that the once-unbreakable African continent has been widened, and the United States and other Western countries have squeezed back through this opening, reclaiming their former territory.

China will discover that Africa is no longer their sole superpower, and under the West's relentless pressure, the Chinese will ultimately be squeezed out of Africa.

Back in the Andijan Incident in Central Asia, they used the same tactics to squeeze the Western countries out.

The Chinese might think their adversaries have forgotten the humiliation of that past conflict, but they are wrong. This is a retaliation for the Andijan Incident.

And Tuoli, or rather his Tarot Card organization, will take root in Africa.

As descendants of the seventeen gentlemen of the Netherlands, the glory of his ancestors will be revived in his hands. A business conglomerate with its own independent armed forces will become America's proxy in Africa, with the right to wage war independently, the right to monopolize resources, to manipulate local governments from behind the scenes, to control entire countries, and even to dominate the entire civilized world.

The East India Company, which once dominated an entire era, will ultimately be resurrected in his hands.

Perhaps he won't live to see this moment, perhaps this operation is only the beginning of this great new era, and perhaps it will take twenty, thirty, or fifty years, but he will steadfastly continue.

Because he firmly believes this is his mission.

And his operations in Africa will be the first step in this mission.

"No problem, your plan?"

The second-generation chief glanced at his watch. "We should take off now."

According to the plan, this guy would be his puppet. The vice president's rise to power was merely a stepping stone. Tuoli didn't want war because it would affect their investments. Later, when the opportunity arose, part of the truth about the president's death would be revealed: the vice president colluded with the Chinese government to murder the president. Of course, this conspiracy would be exposed by the second-generation chief. The second-generation chief would then assume the presidency, and at that time, following public opinion, a ceasefire would be reached to end this misguided war. Chinese influence would be expelled, and Tuoli would take over everything.

"Everything is proceeding according to plan. You'd better think about your speech when you become president."

"I like that title."

The second-generation chief's eyes were like those of a drug addict, filled with an indescribable satisfaction.

Hmph, just a fool. Enjoy your moment while you can. As long as that woman is still under my control, the evidence of your fratricide is still in my hands. You're nothing but a pawn.

A message arrived on his phone from the king, reporting that everything was going smoothly.

The world read the details of the message, but his expression remained unchanged. But his heart clenched instantly, so tightly he could hardly breathe.

The base was attacked? Chinese? How could this be?

All his painstaking planning, all the stumbling and struggling, had finally reached the final step, and now it was all for naught? All that initial investment, all that effort, was it all for nothing?

It felt like stepping into an abyss just as he was about to reach the summit.

At first, he couldn't believe it, then it seemed absurd, and finally, frustration and anger made him want to bang his head against a wall.

So close, and the timing was perfect!

His mind was in turmoil, but he quickly calmed down. The King had sent this message, explaining that the situation was critical and he didn't have time to call him. Chinese? Mercenaries?

The Chinese have their own mercenaries? Perhaps the King is finished now, and another card is missing from his tarot deck.

He had underestimated the Chinese; he really didn't understand how they found their way there.

Could it be… that woman? Wasn't she dead?

The world recalled the Chinese female agent he had once met, that woman's resolute gaze, and a chill inexplicably ran down his spine. Was that woman really dead? He had a feeling this was somehow connected to her. But now, he didn't have time to think about that. The base within Country A had been exposed, and his plan had certainly been exposed as well. However, time was still on his side. If the other side had noticed earlier, they wouldn't have waited until now to act, which meant they had only just discovered it.

In other words, he still had a chance, his plan still had a chance…

**************************** (The legendary dividing line)

Feng Wu lay prone on the hilltop, continuing to spy on the distant base.

"Tuo Li is so meticulous in his plot to assassinate the president and seize power, but framing Country A is a bit of a misstep. If they succeed, war between the two countries will definitely break out again. What benefits will war bring them? If Country E is defeated, its territory might be completely redrawn from the map, just like Zaire back then. Wouldn't all of Tuo Li's arrangements in Country E be wasted? Do you think Country A will listen to them? That's a Russian-Chinese country."

The rich second-generation was uncomfortable from lying down for so long, but he didn't dare to move, so he kept talking.

"Tuo Li must have a way to prevent war from starting after seizing power."

Feng Wu found the attitude of this guy who was pursuing her strange. She was annoyed by his words, but she couldn't help but want to respond to him even though he was silent.

"What method? Buy peace with money? How much money do they have to fill that gap?"

"The president is dead, the vice president takes over, and the second-generation chief will definitely become vice president. But this new leader is still pro-war, and with him around, the war will likely escalate. So the second step is to get rid of this new leader and put the second-generation chief in the presidency."

"That sounds too easy. What makes them think they can do that?"

"What's so difficult about that? This guy's rise to power is illegitimate. Doesn't he have some dirt on him? All they need to do is frame him or use some other trickery to expose him as the mastermind behind the president's assassination. He opposed the former president's peace policy, secretly colluded with mercenary groups from country A, committed treason, assassinated the president for personal gain, attempted to drag the whole country into a war, and was willing to sacrifice the lives of ordinary people and soldiers to consolidate his power and interests, etc. And what's even more crucial is that this isn't entirely a false accusation; most of it is true, so it's more believable."

"If he falls, the second-generation leader won't fare any better. After all, they're in cahoots."

"With Tuoli's abilities, he can definitely clear the second-generation leader's name, and do it flawlessly. Maybe the second-generation leader will expose the conspiracy, which will allow him to rise even higher."

"Then he can raise his voice and say that we've all been deceived and dragged into a wrong war, demanding a ceasefire... Yes, that's right. Since the liar tricked us into starting the war, and now that the liar's true colors have been exposed, then the war he started was wrong and should naturally end."

The more Feng Wu analyzed, the clearer her thoughts became, and she started talking to herself as if she couldn't stop.

"What if Country A doesn't agree to a ceasefire? Then how should he prevent Country A? By seeking external help? The United States... the United States!"

"Is it investment? Or selling resources? Could it be... the Africa Command? Damn, this guy... he really dares to defy the world..."

Feng Wu felt as if she had grasped the key to the matter, and she was also startled by herself.

"What is the Africa Command?"

The rich second-generation finally found a chance to interject. Feng Wu was talking to herself as if she had a fit, which confused him a little.

"One of the several U.S. military commands, alongside Central Command, European Command, and Pacific Command, it is a regional command fully responsible for African affairs. After the Black Hawk Down incident in Somalia in 1993, the U.S. military essentially withdrew from Africa, retaining only a small force at the French military base in Djibouti. In 2008, the U.S. Department of Defense announced the establishment of Africa Command, but several years have passed, and U.S. combat troops have not been deployed to African soil. The reason is that although Africa Command has been established, the actual base construction must be in Africa, but currently no African country is willing to accept the U.S. military building an Africa Command base on its territory."

"Then isn't this Africa Command just an empty shell?"

"Pretty much. This Africa Command, though nominally located in Africa, is actually situated in Stuart, Germany, operating from the European Command's premises. It's arguably the most awkward and struggling of all the major US military commands. The US has been actively trying to reach out to African countries in recent years, but has been met with resistance everywhere. Countries like South Africa and Egypt, widely considered pro-Western, have refused. Even the Somali Transitional Government, practically a beggar's government, rejected them. No country is willing to accept them. I've heard that the African Union has secretly formed a defensive alliance, with all African countries participating. All countries have pledged not to accept the Americans; anyone who does is considered a traitor to the overall interests of Africa. Africans are very sensitive to the past white colonial rule; the mere mention of stationing troops easily evokes memories of their former colonizers. And the US military's atrocities in Iraq and Afghanistan under the guise of counterterrorism have genuinely aroused great resentment and fear in these Third World countries. Everyone is afraid of inviting trouble."

"You mean if the second-generation president becomes president, he's prepared to accept the US Africa Command? Station troops on his territory? That would truly be defying the world."

"Only in this way can we use the power of the United States to suppress country A. Once the United States builds military facilities on the land of country E, country A will have no choice but to cease fire and accept peace, because continuing to attack is the same as attacking the US military, and the consequences are something they cannot afford."

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