lerbook Chapter 115 The Hunt with a 10,000 Yuan Bounty!
Chapter 115 The Hunt with a 10,000 Yuan Bounty!
March 18th, 5:40 AM.
Chen Zijun sat in the study on the second floor of the Chen Mansion with his eyes closed.
The system panel unfolded quietly in his mind.
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More than two million.
Yesterday, they spent over 19 million yuan to buy aircraft carrier blueprints, and today they're back to starting from scratch.
But it's okay.
The three million pounds deposit from Lily will arrive within ten days.
Sassoon's real estate monetization is also progressing rapidly.
Within a month at most, the funds can return to the tens of millions level.
Just as he was about to open his eyes, there was a gentle knock on the study door three times.
One long and two short.
This is Moran's code.
"Come in."
The door opened.
Moranzhi was wearing a black high-necked cheongsam, her hair was neatly tied up in a bun, and a Browning pistol was tucked into her waistband.
Her expression was calm, but there was an unusual glint of coldness in her eyes.
"Young master, we have a guest."
"What kind of guest?"
"Regular guests."
Moranzhi walked to the desk and put down a brown paper file bag.
"Yesterday evening, a special train flying the flag of the Southern Guangdong Nationalist Government pulled into Shanghai North Station. Our informant on the platform reported that the person getting off the train was named Dai Zhijian."
Chen Zijun's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Dai Zhijian? Chiang Kai-shek's most loyal dog?"
"Yes. He is the head of the Special Service Department." Moran's voice was as cold as ice. "But this time he came to Shanghai not under the name of the Special Service Department. His identity is that of a special envoy of the Nationalist government."
"An imperial envoy?" Chen Zijun sneered. "Chiang Kai-shek certainly gave him a good calling card."
"That's not all."
Moranzhi opened the file folder and pulled out several photos.
It was taken secretly. The angle is tricky, but the clarity is very high.
In the photo, Dai Zhijian gets off the train and shakes hands with a short, stout man.
"This short, stout man is Fang Daqing. He is Sassoon's private butler in the French Concession."
Chen Zijun picked up the photo and looked at it for two seconds.
"So, Dai Zhijian went to see Sassoon as soon as he got off the train?"
"No. He waited on the platform for ten minutes first, observing the distribution of our hidden sentries at the train station. Only then did he get into Fang Daqing's car."
"Where did you go?"
"The Sassoon residence on Avenue Joffre in the French Concession." Moran's speech quickened. "The Military Intelligence Bureau set up a wiretapping station on the third floor of an apartment building opposite that residence. Su Guiying personally kept watch over it all night."
She pulled out another copy of the telegram from the file bag.
"This is a transcript of their conversation last night. The content is incomplete; part of the listening device signal was jammed. But we managed to capture a few key sentences."
Chen Zijun took the copy of the telegram and read it line by line.
Sassoon: "...The one million pound deposit has already been deposited into HSBC's Swiss account..."
Dai Zhijian: "...No rush. The worst thing you can do when killing someone is to rush..."
Sassoon: "...He's going to Wusongkou...the new fortress the day after tomorrow..."
Dai Zhijian: "...Triple insurance...First layer...chaos...Second layer...(signal interruption)...Third layer...underwater...absolutely lethal..."
Chen Zijun placed a copy of the telegram on the table.
He didn't speak.
He simply watched the sky outside the window gradually brighten, his fingers slowly tapping on the table.
Once. Twice. Three times.
"Lanzhi".
"Your subordinate is here."
How many people did Dai Zhijian bring?
"Based on the surveillance footage from the train station and our tracking in the French Concession, we have currently confirmed twenty individuals. All of them possess identification cards from the Nationalist Government's Secret Service. However, the actual number may be higher, and we are still investigating the waterways and underground channels within the French Concession."
"What about their weapons and equipment?"
"Four Mauser pistols, two Browning submachine guns, and six Mauser pistols. In addition, in the garage of Sassoon's private residence, our men found a box of German timing detonators and thirty kilograms of TNT."
"Thirty kilograms of TNT?"
Chen Zijun's lips curled slightly.
"That's enough to blow up an entire villa. Looks like Dai Zhijian has quite the appetite."
"Young Master," Mo Lanzhi's eyes suddenly sharpened, "Should we cancel the trip to Wusongkou the day after tomorrow?"
Chen Zijun looked at her.
Then he laughed.
That smile in the study that early morning carried a chilling undertone that sent shivers down one's spine.
"Cancel?"
Why cancel it?
"Dai Zhijian traveled all the way to Shanghai, carrying a million-pound bounty and thirty kilograms of explosives, just to send me on my way."
"If he dares to come, I'll send him to hell."
Moranzhi paused for half a second.
She knows her young master all too well.
It's not that I'm not afraid of death.
They simply don't care to be afraid.
"Does the young master mean... to play along?"
"Yes." Chen Zijun stood up. "Go and make the arrangements."
He walked to the window, his back to Moranzhi.
"First, announce my itinerary for inspecting the new Wusongkou fort the day after tomorrow as usual. Don't change a single word. Let Dai Zhijian think we know nothing."
"Secondly, from now on, deploy three plainclothes sniper teams within a three-kilometer radius of the Wusongkou estuary. Assign someone to each high vantage point."
"Third. Bring Ye Yingxue back from her special training. Let her be my personal bodyguard. Use a double for the armored convoy that will depart the day after tomorrow."
"fourth."
He turned around, his eyes cold.
"The third layer of the triple insurance he mentioned was underwater. He instructed Heinrich to send a submarine to stand by off the coast of Wusongkou. If anyone attempted to approach from underwater, sink them directly. No need to ask for permission."
Mo Lanzhi quickly went through it in her mind.
Three plainclothes sniper teams.
Ye Yingxue's guard squad.
The convoy of body double armored vehicles.
Underwater submarine blockade.
This is not a counter-assassination operation.
This is a net that can trap you from heaven to earth.
Dai Zhijian thought he was setting up a plan.
But he didn't know that from the moment he set foot in Shanghai, he was already a caged bird.
"yes!"
Mo Lanzhi turned around and walked out quickly.
……
The next day, at nine o'clock in the morning.
The outer highway of Wusongkou Fortress.
A convoy of three armored vehicles and six military trucks slowly made its way along the coastal highway.
The convoy was led by a motorcycle at the front and a motorcycle at the back, with riders wearing German-style steel helmets and MP18 submachine guns hanging from their waists.
A small red flag with a gold star was displayed on the hull of the armored vehicle in the middle of the convoy.
That was the banner of the commander-in-chief of the allied forces of the five southeastern provinces.
The roadside is lined with sparse reed beds and wasteland.
The sea breeze blew in from the east, carrying a salty, fishy smell.
It's very quiet.
It was unusually quiet.
The top of the water tower, 1200 meters to the left of the highway.
Dai Zhijian lay prone behind the concrete fence, staring intently at the convoy with a Zeiss 8x scope.
His breathing was extremely steady.
Twelve times per minute.
The breathing rate of a well-trained professional killer.
His right index finger rested on the transmit button of a radio.
We're just waiting for the right opportunity.
"First group." His lips barely moved, his voice barely audible. "Target vehicle confirmed."
A hoarse reply came from the radio.
"Confirmed. Armored vehicle in the middle, commander's flag identified. Target is 300 meters from the mine detonation zone."
"The second group."
"Ready. Three snipers, crossfire now covers all the right-side doors of the convoy."
"The third group."
"The water ghost has entered the water. It is 400 meters away from the dock pier. The TNT is secured and the detonator is ready."
Dai Zhijian's lips curled up slightly.
Triple insurance.
First layer: Highway mines. To blow up parking lots and create chaos.
The second layer: Sniper crossfire. Precisely eliminate targets amidst the chaos.
The third layer: underwater explosion. Even if the first two layers fail, when the target escapes to the dock to board the ship, thirty kilograms of TNT under the bridge pier will send him and the ship flying into the air.
Three layers of insurance, each linked to the next.
Even if Chen Zijun had three heads, one of them would have to remain at Wusongkou today.
The convoy was getting closer.
Two hundred meters.
150 meters.
One hundred meters.
Dai Zhijian's pupils contracted to their maximum size.
His index finger slowly pressed down on the send button.
"Detonate."
boom!!!
A huge fireball suddenly exploded on the highway.
The lead armored vehicle was lifted half a meter into the air by the blast wave and slammed back to the ground, its body shaking violently.
Gravel and dirt flew everywhere like shrapnel.
Immediately afterwards, a barrage of gunfire erupted from all directions.
Bang bang bang bang bang! ! !
Bullets rained down on the convoy.
Sparks flew from the car window.
Dai Zhijian locked his gaze on the armored vehicle bearing the commander's flag through the scope.
He is waiting.
Wait for the car door to open.
When Chen Zijun got out of the car.
The car door slowly opened a crack.
Dai Zhijian's index finger touched the trigger.
"I've found you."
He said softly.
"King of the Southeast, hehe..."