RBCT Chapter 3191 The Target Came Out with the Dog
Chapter 3191 The Target Came Out with the Dog
Chapter 3191 The Target Came Out with the Dog
In the car behind.
Yu Zecheng, Ding Wei, and the other two were rapidly exchanging information.
"You've come rather rashly this time, and you even brought your female relatives along. This is just going to cause trouble!"
Li Yunlong spoke first, and Ding Wei nodded in agreement. Before Yu Zecheng could speak, Ding Wei started counting on his fingers.
"What we've discovered so far is that the Alliance has sent quite a few people, and they've been active on the periphery lately."
"There are also those from the United States. They don't have many people, and I don't know the exact number, but just be wary of any Westerners you see."
"Anyway, they're from the United States, Britain, or even France."
"Furthermore, people have also been sent from India. It's unclear what their specific purpose is, but one thing is certain: these people aren't just here to watch the show!"
As Ding Wei spoke, Yu Zecheng recalled the news he had received some time ago.
The patrol teams in Tibet have been launching raids recently, and I've heard they've destroyed several hideouts.
I wonder if that's why they came!
At this moment, Kong Jie suddenly spoke up, "And there are also tourists having sex. A couple of days ago, someone said that there were tourists having sex at the hotel. I reckon that they're coming here at this time because they don't have good intentions!"
"Of course, news of your arrival has already spread far and wide, and it's possible that our old nemesis has come to join in the fun!"
Li Yunlong immediately turned around, "This guy is a real troublemaker, they're everywhere!"
As the three talked, Yu Zecheng's brows remained furrowed.
After hearing this, I couldn't help but smile wryly, "Honestly, I don't understand why a wedding invitation requires them to come!"
"real!"
Li Yunlong and his two companions were speechless. Li Yunlong even slapped the car and said unhappily, "Who says otherwise! This is a dangerous situation, they really don't know when to stop!"
Ding Wei sighed, "There might be reasons we don't know about!"
"But right now, none of that matters!"
"At this point, all we can do is ensure their safe return."
"Otherwise, let's go back together!"
The three listened in silence.
After a long while, Li Yunlong suddenly slammed his hand on the seat, looked up sharply, and exuded a murderous aura.
"What's there to be afraid of, Mother?"
"Isn't it just a nest of scum, insects, rats, and monsters that can't stand the light of day?"
"Come on, if I'm afraid of them, I'll write the character 'Li' backwards!"
"Haha, Old Li finally said something sensible! These scheming, cowardly bullies are the ones we have to fight!"
Kong Jie grinned, "Back in the day, I wasn't satisfied with the fight I had with them up north!"
"This time, it's a perfect opportunity to make up for it!"
Ding Wei was relieved after hearing this, and then said seriously, "Then let's fight them!"
After speaking, the three of them looked at Yu Zecheng.
Yu Zecheng said confidently, "I'm more professional at this than you are!"
As the convoy passed through streets, figures flashed by in the houses on both sides.
In a two-story building, Natasha stood by the window eating an apple, water stains still clinging to the corners of her mouth.
"They've come! They actually dare to come!"
A rough voice came from behind her. Natasha didn't turn around but just watched the car leave. Then her gaze swept over the surrounding houses, and she saw figures flashing in front of many windows.
Turning back, Natasha tossed the fruit pit into the trash can and sat down to look at Smith, who was dressed as an Arab, in front of her. "By the way, your hairstyle looks better!"
Smith reached out and touched his wig, then his beard, feeling a slight itch on his face.
However, all of this can be tolerated in order to maintain appearances.
"The wedding is the day after tomorrow. The whole city will be bustling and chaotic at that time, which will be our chance to strike!"
Smith spoke earnestly, occasionally turning the ring on his finger.
There is also a switch on one side of the ring. When you turn it, a thin needle will pop out from the ring, which contains a strong anesthetic.
"Moreover, we must complete this before other forces make a move, otherwise the mission will also fail!"
Natasha shook her head. "I want to know, why me?"
Smith's lips curled into a smile. "Don't you understand?"
As she spoke, she lowered her head and began to straighten her clothes.
Natasha stepped forward, her tone grave. "Is it because of my identity?"
"Use me to get rid of them, then let them find out my identity, and then pass the buck to the alliance, right?"
"And it can also damage their relationship with Persia."
Smith remained silent, but straightened the ring on his hand and prepared to leave.
"Get ready."
He paused for a moment as he reached the door, then said, "If you do well this time, you're one of us."
After saying that, he left the room.
Natasha looked at the closed door and gave a cold smile.
own people?
How ridiculous are our own people.
Turning around, I went to the window again, pushed it open, and a cold wind blew in. A figure flashed before my eyes.
"Asha, this world is so cold without you."
As he finished speaking, his vision gradually blurred, but then became firm again.
In a room in the distance.
A middle-aged man wrapped in a wide white cotton cloth was sitting on the bed, his legs crossed, with a devout expression.
On the man's bedside table was an antique-style Damascus knife, next to which were two pistols and a box of bullets.
Just then, as the sounds of the convoy faded into the distance, a crisp knock came from the door.
The man got out of bed, barefoot. The cold ground didn't bother him; on the contrary, he liked the cold feeling.
"Bim, target spotted."
A voice came from outside the door, and then a note was handed in from under the door.
A moment later, there was no more movement outside the door.
Bim bent down, picked up the slip of paper, and glanced at it. It was covered with densely packed Sanskrit characters.
After carefully reading it and confirming that it matched the information he had received, Bim crumpled the note into a ball and stuffed it into his mouth.
He then walked to the bedside, picked up the Damascus steel knife, and gently drew it out. He stroked the patterns on the blade with his fingers, a greedy look in his eyes.
He is an assassin.
A hitman who does things for money.
In India, there's no one he wouldn't dare kill if he could afford it.
This time, someone offered one million US dollars for the head of a Chinese person.
He felt that a million was worth the investment.
Although the other party had a high status, in his eyes, that was all they were worth.
If it were someone from a Western country, at least a zero would have to be added.
As for whether he could kill the other party, that was a piece of cake for him.
He had a hundred ways to make that poor Chinese man die without realizing it, dying in a daze.
clang!
He closed the scimitar, and Bim sat cross-legged on the bed again, placing the scimitar on his knees as if performing some kind of ritual, praying for tonight's operation.
The next room.
Just as Bim was conserving his energy for tonight's operation, a group of people with Asian features gathered together.
Just by looking at their attire, one could tell that they were two different groups of people, with some wearing brown Zhongshan suits and others wearing black Western suits.
"Murata-kun, it seems we have the same goal."
The old man leading the group had a sinister face and looked at the Mediterranean-skinned old man sitting opposite him as he spoke.
“Wang Sang, it should be said that our interests are aligned.”
The elderly man from the Mediterranean smiled gently, "The goals are the same, but there will still be competition."
"Only when our interests align can we cooperate sincerely, and only then can we improve the completion rate of our tasks."
"Wang Sang, you agree, don't you?" The old man chuckled disdainfully as he finished speaking. "Profits?"
"Then, Murata-kun, what is your purpose?"
The elderly man from the Mediterranean bent down, picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and then smiled elegantly, "We need living people."
Hahaha
Just as the Mediterranean old man revealed his purpose, the sinister old man unconsciously laughed.
"Murata-kun, do you know why you failed?"
"Because you are too greedy."
The sinister old man answered directly, as if poking into the other person's lungs.
Without giving the other party a chance to refute, he said in a harsh voice, "I guarantee that even if you get a living person, he will not give you any help."
"On the contrary, you should consider his intentions in everything you do."
“Giving you a living Yang Xiaotao will only make you suffer more in the future.”
The old man spoke resolutely, but his heart was filled with bitterness.
Because his superiors had also given him the same order: to stay alive.
The death of Yang Xiaotao will only slow down China's development.
But Yang Xiaotao, who is alive, can make their strength even better.
This is the conclusion they reached after years of research.
The opponent's strength is beyond doubt.
Unfortunately, the other party's loyalty was equally unwavering.
"You don't need to worry about that, Wang Sang."
"We have already discovered their weaknesses; all we need is the people."
"weakness?"
The sinister old man narrowed his eyes, thinking, 'Then I absolutely cannot entrust the living to you.'
"Swords and blades have no eyes; who knows what might happen?"
He then uttered a single sentence before turning and leaving.
Soon only the person in the black suit remained in the room.
"Sir, the other party is not cooperating. Should we continue?"
A follower stepped forward and bowed respectfully, revealing a tattoo on his chest.
"No need. Having them pave the way will also benefit us."
The elderly man from the Mediterranean picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and then frowned. "The water here is really awful."
"Mr. Bekotin, guess who I just saw?"
Constantine walked along the road, his gaze shifting from the disappearing convoy in the distance, and spoke to the hunting dog beside him, who was dressed in casual clothes.
"Damn it, shut up."
Bekotin glared fiercely at the other man. If it weren't for the fact that they were specifically assigned to lead this operation, he would have loved to chop the annoying bald man to pieces.
Seeing this bald head reminded him of that bastard Gorzenfsky.
"Alright alright."
"But I still have to say something."
Constantine kept smiling, then picked up a small toy from a roadside stall and chuckled, "I see 007."
Bekotin suddenly stopped in his tracks. "What did you say?"
Constantine took out some money and handed it to the vendor, then walked over to Bekotin and said with certainty, "I said, I saw 007."
Bekotin's eyes flashed with suspicion upon hearing this, then he sneered, "Impossible, how could the other party let you see through them so easily?"
Constantine shrugged. "Of course, you can't see through it."
"But here, I can still remember his taste."
Constantine then pointed to his nose.
Bekotin looked at the other person carefully, then remained silent.
After all, there were quite a lot of people who came this time.
Da da da
Footsteps echoed in the quiet alley. A middle-aged man dressed in local clothing quickly walked to a wooden door, gently knocked, and rhythmically knocked three times.
The wooden door behind them suddenly opened.
"You're too late."
A woman's voice came from behind me.
The middle-aged man turned around, revealing a mysterious, confident smile. "No, I think it's just right."
After saying that, he slipped into the house and, the moment he closed the door, kissed the woman.
After some tender moments, the two got down to business.
The woman took out all the prepared supplies and tools.
"Our mission target is him!"
He held up a picture cut from a newspaper, but the middle-aged man only glanced at it before tossing it aside. "This picture is from three years ago; it needs to be updated."
The woman shrugged. "You still have to pay to update it."
"This is our action plan. The other party will attend the wedding the day after tomorrow. I estimate that they will not leave our sight during this period. They may leave as soon as possible after the wedding."
"So the wedding is the best time for us to make our move."
The middle-aged man nodded, then raised a question, "Actually, we can solve it in a simpler way."
"For example, a plane drops a bomb."
"Or it could be a missile."
"Although it may seem like it doesn't require much technical skill, it's the most effective method."
The woman sneered, "We've already designed everything you can think of."
"but."
As she spoke, the woman handed a photo to the other person, "This is China's Thunderclap Missile System, a surface-to-air missile. The United States' aircraft have suffered losses because of this."
"And there are four such missile systems here."
"Besides, you must have heard of the tomcat tragedy."
The man was speechless at what the woman said.
But a true man can bend and stretch, especially since he just displayed his might.
So he nodded and said, "Then, beautiful Ms. Linda, please tell me your plan."
The woman then nodded and returned to the main topic, "Our plan is simple: I will disguise myself as a maid and infiltrate the group, while you will follow the team as a reporter."
Just as the two were talking, there was another knock on the door.
The man instinctively drew a pistol, but the woman gestured for him to calm down.
He then walked to the front door but didn't open it. Instead, he asked through the door, "Who is it?"
A moment later, a voice came from outside, "Sir, the target has been identified."
The woman was startled by the voice, then asked in surprise, "What did you say?"
"The target has been identified?"
"Yes, sir. The target is out with a dog; they're probably out for a stroll."
After speaking at the door, the voice quickly left.
The woman turned to look at the man behind her, her face full of confusion, "How dare the target come out at this time?"
The middleman finished dressing, placed his pistol under his loose robe, and said casually, "Perhaps she's a virgin."
"Since we've successfully completed the mission, we won't need Marfa anymore."
He kissed the woman and then walked out of the room.
The woman watched the departing figure, still unable to understand the target's meaning.
Is he really a fool?