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"Coming right up!"
A few minutes later, a large stack of architectural blueprints, filled with various colored lines and route maps, covered the entire table.
"Are we really going to discuss this here so openly? What if someone comes in?"
"Relax, brother. I’m here, and we have plenty of personnel surrounding the area. The security perimeter is more than enough for us to make a clean getaway. If not, your brother's black attire would be for nothing."
"Alright then, let’s talk about the plan."
Ten minutes later, the assassination plan was finalized. The gun would be placed by Wu Yong on the rooftop of an office building across from the government, hidden within a lightning rod pipe.
The escape route involved sliding down the exterior drainage pipe of the building to reach the ground. After that, they would pass through an alley between two buildings and exit through a small door in the third building that would be opened in advance.
The plan was clear, and the escape route was reasonable. There were even two backup options. It was a bit strange that no one had managed to pull it off before.
"Hey, brother, none of our people are capable of sliding down that drainage pipe! If they slip even a little, it’s game over! Besides, none of our Ha Station action team members are snipers; no one can shoot accurately beyond a certain distance. So all our assassinations have to be close-range, which is why we've lost so many brothers."
"I understand. In that case, give me the assassination list and target photos. After it's done, I’ll lay low for a while. Don’t try to contact me; I need to find a way to blend in with the Gendarmerie. As for the reward, you keep it. Open a restaurant near the Gendarmerie, and when I come over with them for a meal, I’ll order three dishes: pork stew with vermicelli, iron pot braised goose, and smoked chicken from Goubangzi. Finally, I’ll order a bottle of whiskey."
Initially, Chef Lao Zhang was going to say that those three big dishes could easily lead to misunderstandings if customers ordered them together. But when he heard about the whiskey order, Lao Zhang understood—no one would order such dishes along with liquor! Who would order big dishes and then ask for foreign wine? What normal person would do that?
"Ping An Brothers, I suggest you order another dish after the whiskey: vinegar-sautéed cucumbers. That way we can confirm identities!"
"Great! But my appearance will change by then; don’t be surprised!"
"Got it! Don’t worry! I’m on it! Lao Zhang, give all the information on the assassination list to Brother Ze Anzhi!"
More than ten minutes later, carrying a leather bag, Ze Anzhi left Ping Fan Guan and headed for Xinhua Hotel.
With plenty of money in hand, Ze Anzhi wouldn’t settle for anything less.
His plan was to eliminate everyone on the assassination list and then start using disguises. At that point—heh heh heh—those Japanese would be in for a rough time!
Three days later, during work hours, the pseudo-leader Gao Yuanfeng, just stepping out of his heavily protected vehicle at the government entrance, was assassinated. The gunfire was only heard after Gao Yuanfeng had fallen.
The bullet entered through his left ear and exited near his spine. Almost his entire neck was shattered; blood pooled around him as he lay there in a gruesome manner. Several women at the scene fainted from shock.
The Special High Class immediately mobilized. After thorough investigation, they discovered that the sniper's position was approximately 300 meters away. However, their ballistic experts found that it was an extremely awkward sniper position with only a narrow angle allowing for a shot.
That position was on the edge of the rooftop's outer wall—a small protruding corner where only one foot could stand. A footprint there confirmed that the assassin had been standing there with one hand gripping the rooftop wall and the other holding the gun to hit the target at the government entrance. The way the assassin left the rooftop wasn’t something an ordinary person could accomplish; sliding down an icy drainage pipe 300 meters high was incredibly slippery. Yet somehow, the assassin managed it.
The Special High Class organized skilled personnel who tied two ropes together to attempt to replicate this action but failed every time.
Then appeared a sniper expert from the Guomindang, which made Special High Class extremely anxious and led to immediate enhancements in protection for all officials within this pseudo-government.
As a result, less than an hour after Gao Yuanfeng was assassinated, at around three in the afternoon, the Police Chief of the Ha Police Department apprehended several members of the Lixing Society in connection with the Special High Class. However, in his own office, he was shot at close range with a handgun.
Since it was winter, the sun in Ha set around three in the afternoon, leaving the exterior of the Police Chief's office in darkness. After killing the Police Chief, the assassin escaped through a narrow gap between the window frames that was only three fingers wide.
That evening, Ping Fan Guan, Wu Yong, and Lao Zhang excitedly drank together. The assassination of the Ping An Brothers had been remarkably effective; within a single day, two traitors had been killed under almost impossible circumstances. The faux leader Gao Yuanfeng had been sniped from a distance of merely ten meters—an almost impossible feat.
Although experts from the Special High Class analyzed that the weapon used was a Lee-Enfield Rifle firing full-power 7.62mm rounds, it was clear that despite its range of several hundred meters, no one could achieve such precision at ten meters while holding the rifle with one hand.
This inhuman level of skill left the experts from the Special High Class utterly perplexed!
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