Chapter 34: The Plan to Hunt the Scorpion

He might feel sorry for Fan Tianlei being kicked out, but time is limited—even Guo Jing, as honest as he is, only took three seconds.

After all, in the original plot, although the Scorpion was dealt with, Fan Tianlei also died at the Scorpion’s hands; so by that count, Nie Huaishang saved your life—asking for a Red Cell Special Operations Team in return, is that too much?

Zhang Chu’an and the others might feel sorry for more than a second, but Nie Huaishang certainly wouldn’t.

He only worried that kicking Fan Tianlei out right after accepting the Red Cell team might look bad.

As for what Fan Tianlei thinks right now, does it even matter?

In his room, Fan Tianlei stared for a long time at photos of his son Fan Benben and his old comrade He Weidong, saying nothing.

His old comrade He Weidong was killed by the Scorpion trying to save him, and his son Fan Benben was murdered by the Scorpion because of him.

He could never forget the screams of his wife and son begging for help that day; after the incident, his wife chose to divorce him, and he didn’t refuse.

The deaths of his old comrade and his son made Fan Tianlei’s hatred for the Scorpion run deep, but the Scorpion was no ordinary man.

As a former elite Vietnamese special forces soldier and now the commanding officer of the French Foreign Legion’s 2nd Parachute Regiment, the Scorpion’s experience and tenacity were undeniably a nightmare.

Fan Tianlei was far from ready to kill the Scorpion and avenge his comrade and son, so when Nie Huaishang proposed the bet, Fan Tianlei accepted without hesitation.

He hoped this young man would give him a pleasant surprise—if he could kill the Scorpion, Nguyen Van Hung, what harm would it do if Nie Huaishang became the team leader of the Red Cell Special Operations Team?

Thinking of this, Fan Tianlei sighed: “Nie Huaishang, I truly hope you win this bet.”

Of course, if Fan Tianlei knew that Nie Huaishang’s first act as Red Cell team leader would be to kick him out, he might just spit blood.

Back in the chat group, the members were discussing their next moves.

Nie Huaishang: “Though it might look bad, for the sake of the Red Cell Team and my own life, I still have to kick Fan Tianlei out.”

Guo Jing: “So you’re going to serve as an instructor for the Red Cell Team under the battalion commander’s support.”

Nie Huaishang: “Exactly. I’m a major now.”

Guo Jing: “Sigh, how nice. The enemies Zhang Chu’an and I eliminated clearly don’t carry much weight.”

Zhang Chu’an: “Yeah, definitely. Fighting Senior Gao was a net loss—so Zhang Chu’an and I are still captains.”

Guo Jing: “There’s nothing to regret. No matter your rank, anyone who fights for the country and the people in the military deserves respect.”

Guo Jing: “But our next enemies—drug lord Ma Yunfei and the Scorpion Nguyen Van Hung—are no joke. We must go together.”

Nie Huaishang: “No problem. After all, we’re all from Langya Battalion—I’ll just ask the battalion commander directly.”

Guo Jing: “With our four of us, taking down Nguyen Van Hung is no issue. Each of us is at least as strong as he is.”

Nie Huaishang: “But his combat experience is immense. Underestimate him, and you’ll pay with your life.”

This man fought in the Vietnam War, trained in the Soviet Union, then started as a lowly soldier in Africa and rose to become a mercenary commander.

He’s spent his entire life in combat and is exceptionally cunning.

But killing the Scorpion is easier than killing Ma Yunfei, because soon the Scorpion will clash with the Board and be demoted to China to handle security for a drug lord.

His first act upon arriving in China will be to find his former subordinate, Wang Yadong.

Wang Yadong’s current identity is owner of the Blood Red Outdoor Military Store; when the Scorpion arrives at Wang Yadong’s shop, he’ll flee through the escape route to the seaside.

Guo Jing: “This is perfect intelligence—victory is assured. Even if the Scorpion is powerful, he can’t escape our net. Should we bring a company or a special ops team?”

Guo Jing planned to gather superior forces to take down the Scorpion—he might be strong, but no one could beat a special ops team.

Nie Huaishang: “I think that won’t work. Don’t forget He Chenguang’s father was killed by the Scorpion trying to save Fan Tianlei.”

Zhang Xiaofan: “Right. If someone’s strength falls short, they won’t help—they’ll just be a liability. Everyone we pick must be stronger than the Scorpion.”

Zhang Chu’an: “According to the plot, only Senior Gao can guarantee a win against the Scorpion. Should we ask him to join?”

Nie Huaishang: “Better not call Senior Gao. If he’s not there, Zhang Chu’an can freely use the Golden Light Spell and Thunder Art by the seaside.”

Zhang Chu’an: “Using the Golden Light Spell and Thunder Art feels a bit unfair, but I like this feeling.”

If Zhang Chu’an uses Thunder Art against the Scorpion, the moment the Scorpion gets close, he’s dead—any blood that lands on Zhang Chu’an’s hands seals his fate.

What, you say Zhang Chu’an could get shot and die too? Well, you’ve got to hit him first. Zhang Chu’an will just buy a Thunder Membership—good luck aiming at him.

No, knowing Zhang Chu’an’s personality, he won’t even give the Scorpion a chance to shoot.

Guo Jing: “You don’t play by martial arts codes when fighting mercenaries.”

Zhang Chu’an: “So we’ll stick with our four. But we must stake out the location carefully to wait for the Scorpion.”

Nie Huaishang: “I’ll go ask the battalion commander right away.”

Nie Huaishang knocked on the door of Battalion Commander He Zhijun’s office.

“Enter.”

Nie Huaishang opened the door and called out: “Battalion Commander, Red Cell Team instructor Nie Huaishang reporting.”

Seeing him, He Zhijun smiled warmly: “Ah, it’s Huaishang. What’s up?”

“Battalion Commander, I made a bet with Deputy Chief Fan—I’ve already got a preliminary plan.”

Nie Huaishang explained why he was here.

Hearing Nie Huaishang’s words, Battalion Commander He Zhijun asked curiously:

“You already have a plan? This is the Scorpion we’re talking about—don’t tell me you’re just pulling my leg.”

Nie Huaishang hurried to explain:

“No way, Battalion Commander. But I’ll be honest—this Scorpion is too cunning. I can’t guarantee whether we’ll capture him alive or kill him.”

He Zhijun laughed heartily: “That’s the Scorpion we’re talking about—whether you kill him or capture him, it’s a major achievement.”

Hearing this, Nie Huaishang breathed a sigh of relief—perfect. He’d just let Zhang Chu’an buy a Thunder Membership and kill the Scorpion.

Nie Huaishang immediately raised the issue of personnel deployment:

“Battalion Commander, you know the Scorpion is always cunning and formidable. Anyone weaker than him would be a liability—I need four people.”

He handed the list to He Zhijun.

He Zhijun looked at the three names on the list and couldn’t help but marvel: these three were elite soldiers, each as strong as the Scorpion, Nguyen Van Hung.