LRAB Chapter 116 Desperate Ace Agents and Submarine Slaughter
Chapter 116 Desperate Ace Agents and Submarine Slaughter
March 19th, 9:03 AM.
The outer highway of Wusongkou.
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boom!
Dai Zhijian pulled the trigger.
In the scope, the figure that had half its body sticking out of the armored vehicle's door fell to the ground.
His head was tilted to one side, and his military cap rolled to the ground.
"pretty."
Dai Zhijian's lips curled up slightly.
But it only lasted for half a second.
Because he saw that face in the scope.
That's not Chen Zijun.
It was an old face covered in wrinkles and with a sallow complexion.
He wore a new military uniform over his prison clothes, the collar of which was crooked.
He was a death row inmate.
Dai Zhijian's pupils suddenly contracted.
"wrong!"
He tore off the scope and stared intently at the convoy below.
The door of the second armored vehicle also opened.
Another death row inmate.
The third one.
still.
Emerging from the three armored vehicles were death row inmates dressed in military uniforms!
Chen Zijun is not included.
not a single one.
A cold sweat suddenly broke out on Dai Zhijian's back.
He was deceived.
"Second group!" He slammed the radio transmitter button. "All troops retreat! The target isn't on the vehicle! Repeat, the target isn't..."
He hadn't finished speaking.
Suddenly, a sharp gunshot rang out from the reeds east of the water tower.
Snapped!
The bullet flew from a kilometer away and accurately shattered the head of the radio operator next to Dai Zhijian.
Blood splattered all over Dai Zhijian's face.
Then came the second shot. And the third shot.
Behind the reeds and mounds of earth on both sides of the road, countless gun barrels simultaneously lit up with orange-red flashes.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang! ! !
The plainclothes sniper teams, lurking in the reeds, opened fire simultaneously like ghosts.
The twenty assassins that Dai Zhijian had deployed on both sides of the highway didn't even have time to raise their guns.
First volley.
Six people fell to the ground.
second round.
Five people again.
The remaining men frantically returned fire into the reeds, but they couldn't see the enemy at all.
Bullets flew in from all directions.
Every shot was as precise as a roll call.
Fifteen seconds.
The killers on both sides of the highway have all been eliminated.
Not a single one survived.
Dai Zhijian lay on top of the water tower, his face ashen.
He couldn't believe it.
Twenty of their own men, fully armed elite agents, were wiped out in fifteen seconds?
This was not an ambush.
This is a massacre.
His hand trembled as he reached for another small detonator at his waist.
The third layer of insurance.
Underwater TNT.
Simply press this button, and the thirty kilograms of explosives beneath the pier will blow the entire pier into the air.
Even if Chen Zijun isn't in the car, as long as he appears near the dock, he's doomed!
Dai Zhijian gritted his teeth and pressed the detonation button.
Click.
No response.
He pressed it again.
Click.
There was still no response.
The area around the dock was as quiet as if nothing had happened.
"impossible……"
Dai Zhijian's lips began to turn white.
Unbeknownst to him, just twenty minutes earlier, a U-shaped submarine painted in gray-blue camouflage had silently surfaced at periscope depth, 400 meters offshore from the Wusongkou Wharf.
Inside the submarine's conning tower, World War I ace captain Heinrich coldly issued orders in German.
"Unidentified underwater target spotted. Two people. They have planted explosives under the pier."
"How should it be handled?"
"Release the frogmen. Cleanly and efficiently. Leave no survivors."
Three German veterans, dressed in black diving suits, slid into the icy seawater through a small hatch next to the torpedo tubes.
Armed with waterproof pistols and diving knives, they approached the bridge piers underwater at incredible speed.
Dai Zhijian's two water ghosts are using wire to secure the last piece of TNT.
They didn't even realize someone was approaching from behind.
Pfft. Pfft.
Two barely audible muffled thuds.
A cloud of red mist simultaneously emerged from the helmets of the two water ghosts.
The body slowly sank to the bottom of the sea.
The German frogman swiftly and efficiently removed the detonator from the TNT pack and made a hand gesture toward the submarine.
mission completed.
……
Top of the water tower.
Dai Zhijian has given up on the detonator.
He knew he was finished.
All three safeguards have failed.
The landmine only hit the body double.
The snipers were wiped out in fifteen seconds.
The underwater TNT made no sound.
He was completely manipulated from beginning to end.
Now, the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard coming from beneath the water tower.
Dai Zhijian picked up the Mauser pistol and leaned against the cement wall.
He was prepared to fight to the death.
The iron gate was kicked open.
The first person to rush in was a young woman in a black military uniform.
Extremely fast.
Before Dai Zhijian could even raise his gun, he was struck on the wrist with a sharp whip kick.
The pistol flew out and smashed against the wall.
Immediately afterwards, a cold dagger was pressed against his throat.
Ye Yingxue.
Her eyes were as cold as two blocks of ice.
"Don't move."
Dai Zhijian was forced to the ground, his hands were tied behind his back, and the handcuffs clicked shut.
From kicking down the door to capturing the suspect, it took no more than four seconds.
Ye Yingxue pulled Dai Zhijian to the edge of the water tower's observation deck, making him face the road.
"look."
Dai Zhijian raised his head.
At the other end of the road, a brand new convoy was slowly approaching.
Six armored vehicles.
Twelve military trucks.
Two sidecar motorcycles led the way from the front and back, each carrying an MG34 general-purpose machine gun.
A larger red flag with a gold star was flying on the armored vehicle in the middle of the convoy.
The flag fluttered in the sea breeze.
The convoy stopped below the water tower.
The armored vehicle's door opened.
Chen Zijun came down.
He was wearing a dark gray military uniform, with a Luger pistol at his waist and a pair of gleaming riding boots on his feet.
He looked up at the top of the water tower.
His gaze pierced through the height of the five-story building and met Dai Zhijian's desperate eyes.
Chen Zijun smiled.
"Bring it down."
Ye Yingxue's men dragged Dai Zhijian down from the water tower.
They dragged it all the way to Chen Zijun.
Dai Zhijian was forced to kneel on the gravel road, his knees were scraped raw, and blood seeped from his trouser legs.
He looked up at the young man in his twenties in front of him.
Chen Zijun squatted down.
Look at him at eye level.
"Director Dai."
Chen Zijun spoke in a very soft tone, as if he were chatting with an old friend.
"How much did Sassoon give you? A million pounds?"
Dai Zhijian remained silent.
"Your triple insurance is quite interesting. Landmines, snipers, underwater TNT. You must have put a lot of thought into it, right?"
Dai Zhijian's lips trembled slightly.
"pity."
Chen Zijun stood up and looked down at him.
"From the moment you set foot in Shanghai, your every move has been under my control. Who you met, what you said, how many people you brought, how much explosives you hid—do you think I don't know?"
"You think you're a hunter?"
"But from beginning to end, you were just a fish in my net."
Dai Zhijian's body began to tremble violently.
It's not because of fear.
It's because of shame.
For over a decade, Dai Zhijian traversed the north and south, personally carrying out countless assassination missions without ever failing.
He was Chiang Kai-shek's sharpest knife.
But today, he didn't even touch the hem of his opponent's clothes.
"take away."
Chen Zijun turned away and stopped looking at him.
"After the trial, put his confession together with Sassoon's remittance slips, take a picture of it, and send it to all the newspapers."
"yes!"
Two soldiers lifted Dai Zhijian up and dragged him toward the military truck behind.
Chen Zijun stood by the roadside, looking at the shell casings and bloodstains scattered all over the ground.
The sea breeze carried the smell of gunpowder and rust.
Moranzhi walked over from the car behind and stood behind him.
"Young Master. Of Dai Zhijian's twenty men, seventeen were killed in action and three were seriously wounded. The two underwater men have been killed by the submarine frogmen. We suffered no casualties."
"Um."
Chen Zijun did not turn around.
He gazed at the direction of the Huangpu River estuary in the distance and remained silent for a few seconds.
Then he said something.
"Send a big gift to the Sassoon."
"Pack Dai Zhijian's confession, Sassoon's remittance slip, and photos of these twenty people today into a gift box. Wrap it in the finest satin and deliver it to the door of Sassoon's private residence in the French Concession."
"Please attach my business card."
"in addition……"
Mo Lanzhi watched the young master's retreating figure and waited.
Chen Zijun's voice was very calm.
"Let's add a gift. I've heard the British make excellent clocks. Let's pick a Big Ben from the Sassoon family's confiscated property and send it to our Principal Chang..."