Chapter 566: DC8 Lost

Hong Kong Kowloon Airport.

A connecting flight has landed here.

A moment later, several South Koreans walked off the plane.

After passing through security, the person in charge from the South Korean side introduced a young man standing nearby: "Sent here by Hong Kong!"

The young man stepped forward, shook hands with the two men, and introduced himself: "Welcome to Hong Kong, I am Inspector Fan Jiaming of the Anti-Terrorism Special Forces!"

The Anti-Terrorism Special Forces is a department specifically spearheaded and established by the home country after the handover.

A department specifically tasked with handling anti-terrorism missions.

Because this department was just established, its foundation is not very deep, which is why Inspector Fan Jiaming is able to be in charge of such an important matter.

The two men shook hands with Fan Jiaming and then introduced themselves: "Mr. Fan, I am Cui Minhao of the National Intelligence Service, and this is Intelligence Director Pu Yuzhe."

"Welcome, please this way!" Fan Jiaming invited the two to get into the car.

After getting in the car, Fan Jiaming said directly: "According to intelligence from the United States and England, as well as investigations by the Hong Kong Police, we believe these buyers will conduct the transaction in three hours!"

Before Fan Jiaming could finish speaking, Pu Yuzhe received a phone call.

On the other end of the line was an informant from South Korea in Hong Kong, saying that those buyers had already changed the transaction location, moving it to an underground parking garage in Tsim Sha Tsui.

However, Fan Jiaming soon received news from the Criminal Intelligence Bureau as well, saying that the transaction location had also been changed to De Xing Street in Jordan.

Both sides received different intelligence; this is indeed very strange.

Logically, matters of intelligence like this are not something to joke about.

However, Fan Jiaming still trusted his own people and ignored the situation on the South Korean side, heading directly to Jordan Road.

The police here had already deployed heavily, with Li Yanming in the lead, setting up a dragnet to ensure that the Equator or his subordinates would not have a chance to escape. Furthermore, the DC8 must be kept here!

On the other side, inside a dim underground parking garage.

A motorcycle drove in.

The man and woman on the bike were wearing helmets, making their faces unclear.

At this moment, inside the security booth of the underground parking garage, a group of Middle Eastern Gweilo immediately became alert.

One by one, they picked up their weapons and stood guard.

Soon the vehicle stopped, the man took off his helmet and sat directly in front of the Gweilo.

The woman also took off her helmet, revealing her beautiful face.

The Gweilo sitting opposite spoke directly to the man: "Out of respect for your reputation, I did not search you."

"Thank you!" the man said with a cold expression.

But the Gweilo suddenly turned hostile, pointing at the woman on the bike and saying: "But you didn't tell me about her!"

The man continued: "You have your bodyguards, and I have mine!"

At this time, another bald Gweilo walked out; it appeared he was the one truly in charge: "But I don't trust yours, I don't like strangers!"

The man spoke up: "Can't my reputation put your mind at ease?"

The bald man did not speak, only looking at the woman and saying: "You don't mind, do you?"

The man did not continue speaking, only shaking his head.

Subsequently, the bald man sent a Majai to search the woman.

It was just that the Majai on the bald man's side had unclean hands and feet, making some lewd gestures toward the woman while searching her.

This immediately caused the woman to suddenly erupt, knocking the Majai to the ground with a few punches and kicks.

Just as the woman pulled out a Dagger and prepared to finish off the Majai, the man spoke up: "Stop!"

Stopping the woman from killing, the man took out a document and handed it to the bald man.

The bald man only took a glance, then put the document aside and said: "I need to see the goods first!"

The man, however, said coldly: "No money, no goods."

"Whose rules are these?" the bald man said unhappily.

The man appeared very assertive: "These are my rules!"

The bald man was somewhat unable to back down, saying directly to his subordinates: "Whoever goes to open his bag can receive a ten percent commission!"

But their subordinates looked at the beautiful woman, and not a single one dared to move.

After all, they had seen the ruthlessness of this woman with their own eyes.

The man continued: "When I sell things, I have always had only one condition: the highest bidder wins! Someone offered a higher price, and if I didn't value my reputation, I wouldn't have come at all! Or perhaps... it seems the intelligence was wrong?"

Just as the two sides were in a standoff, the police had already launched their operation.

It was just that Li Yanming, this rookie, did not cut the power to the underground parking garage at all and sent people charging in directly.

This resulted in the people inside the parking garage seeing the police via surveillance.

Immediately, these Gweilo fell into chaos, and the underlings grabbed their weapons one by one, leaving with their bald boss.

Once the gunfire started, Fan Jiaming outside heard it too.

He immediately took off his suit jacket, preparing to put on his gear and set off.

And these people from the South Korean side stopped Fan Jiaming, saying: "Mr. Fan, please allow Pu Yuzhe to participate in the operation!"

Fan Jiaming ignored the few South Koreans and said coldly: "You are here as observers; you have no law enforcement authority in Hong Kong!"

Pu Yuzhe became anxious immediately: "Is this matter important? What if something goes wrong?"

But Fan Jiaming ignored them completely and called over his subordinates: "Keep a close eye on them!"

Immediately, a female Police Constable stepped in and blocked the few people from the South Korean side.

Fan Jiaming, leading a group of subordinates who had finished changing into their gear, also entered the underground parking garage.

At this time, the underground parking garage was already in total chaos, and these Gweilo were launching a fierce counterattack against the police.

One must know that this group of people dared to buy a DC8, so they were clearly very capable; the firepower in their hands was incredibly fierce, suppressing the police so they couldn't even lift their heads for a time.

However, with the addition of Fan Jiaming, the Gweilo side began to struggle to hold their ground.

The Gweilo also knew that as time passed, the Police reinforcements would only increase.

If they kept fighting like this, they would only be trapped to death in the underground parking garage by the Police.

Fortunately, the parking garage had several exits; after the Gweilo pushed back the Police, they immediately got into their cars, started the engines, and rushed out.

Meanwhile, the man and woman who had been trading with these Gweilo took advantage of this moment to find a way to break through.

Although the Police had placed Tire Spikers at every exit, some of the criminals still managed to rush out.

The two sides engaged in a firefight on the main street.

At this moment, Pu Yuzhe from the South Korean side also seized the opportunity, picked up an MP5 from an injured Police Constable, and launched a counterattack against the Gweilo.

After successfully helping the Police deal with the fleeing criminals, Pu Yuzhe saw a strange figure mixed in the crowd, who then got on a motorcycle and sped away.

Looking at the bulging backpack on the person's back, Pu Yuzhe immediately felt that something was wrong, so he snatched a motorcycle from a traffic Police officer and gave chase.

Whether it was because the person was too panicked or for some other reason, a traffic accident actually occurred.

Although the person disappeared quickly, the backpack on their back was left behind.

After Pu Yuzhe opened the backpack, his expression changed instantly, and he thought with some disbelief: "It was obtained just like this?..."

"Ha, did that bunch of losers really intercept the DC8?"

After Chen Jiajun heard this news, he raised his eyebrows.

One had to know what kind of people the Police had sent out. An Inspector, Li Yanming, who had been transferred down from the Serious Crimes Unit and had a serious criminal record.

An Inspector, Fan Jiaming, from a newly established department with no counter-terrorism experience.

Plus three South Koreans who had no law enforcement authority in Hong Kong—on what grounds could they get a weapon from the hands of someone like "Red Sky"? Even science fiction stories aren't written like this.

If they were truly that capable, then there were only two possibilities.

First, the South Korean National Intelligence Service is full of idiots. Second, this matter was deliberately orchestrated by Red Sky's people.

Recalling the words of General Song, Chen Jiajun immediately caught a whiff of something.

Consequently, Chen Jiajun asked, "Can you confirm that the DC8 in their hands is real?"

"Cannot confirm!" the Information Officer under his command shook his head and said, "However, the South Korean side says they have a way to confirm it!"

"They have a way?" Chen Jiajun stood up abruptly, immediately understood something, and then said with a bitter smile, "An old fox is still an old fox!"

On the other side, Red Sky's Messenger, who was the man from the trade that day, slipped out of the Police's line of sight and took a cruise ship to Macau.

But as soon as he got off the ship, he was picked up by several Gweilo wearing sunglasses.

Soon, the Messenger followed these Gweilo to a Dog Farm.

The owner of the Dog Farm was also a Gweilo, who was currently watching an extremely bloody dog fight.

Seeing the Messenger arrive, the Gweilo spoke directly: "Do you feel sorry for what you have done?"

The Messenger said with a calm expression, "If I had fled, I wouldn't have come to keep the appointment."

"We had already completed the transaction," the Gweilo said, still displeased.

The Messenger replied, "The weapon you want is very safe right now!"

"Yes, in the hands of those damn Police! And my own younger brother died because of you!"

As the Gweilo finished speaking, the several bodyguards behind him immediately drew their guns and aimed them at the Messenger.

The Messenger said unhurriedly, "Everyone in this line of work has risks; you must know that, right? We stole the Raw Material Sphere and the Implosion Device separately to ensure the weapon could be operated; this is my responsibility! This point has never changed! DC8 is the smallest weapon in the world, breaking the limits of physics; without going through the activation process, what you have obtained is just a piece of trash!"

Hearing the Messenger's explanation, the Gweilo said unhappily, "Wouldn't it be easier to just grab a technical staff member?"

"In South Korea, no more than five people know how to activate the DC8. So, to activate the DC8, this is the only way!" The Messenger looked at the other party as if they were an idiot.

The Gweilo said helplessly, "Why didn't you discuss it with us beforehand?"

"The most brilliant deployment is when the people involved are completely unaware!" the Messenger said with a smile.

"Red Sky has never failed since its debut! I don't want things to change!" After the Gweilo finished speaking, he effectively accepted their plan.

Although the DC8 was in the hands of the Police, no one dared to confirm that the thing was real.

So, the next day, they found an open space, and the South Korean side intended to verify it.

The three from the South Korean side took the handbag seized from the Messenger and began to inspect it cautiously.

After all, there was a bullet hole in the handbag, and no one knew if it would affect the stability of this weapon.

And on the helicopter, Li Yanming said to Zhao Zhiren, "You refused to assess its power until you saw this weapon."

Zhao Zhiren spoke up at this moment: "If something goes wrong with this weapon, simply put, everything you see will completely disappear!"

Hearing Zhao Zhiren's words, Li Yanming's chest couldn't help but twitch.

This matter was too big, so big that even Li Yanming found it hard to believe.

Why was this operation handed to him to handle?

It wasn't that Li Yanming was belittling himself; anyone would have such doubts.

However, Li Yanming couldn't worry about that much now; if this matter was accomplished, it would allow him to return to the sight of the higher-ups. At the very least, he had no way out now.

Below, the three from the South Korean side checked it for a while and breathed a sigh of relief after finding no leaks.

However, they now had to activate this weapon to confirm its authenticity.

Hearing this, Li Yanming said directly, "Mr. Cui, your National Intelligence Service's briefing to us did not say that the verification procedure is equivalent to the activation procedure!"

"Officer Li, if what is in front of us is a forgery, the connection will not cause any harm! Conversely, if the briefcase is truly the one we lost, we can turn the activation procedure into a shutdown state. In any case, it is safer than doing nothing at all!" Cui Minhao explained to Li Yanming.

Li Yanming couldn't make up his mind about such things, so he turned his gaze to Zhao Zhiren beside him.

Zhao Zhiren did not speak, only nodded.

Li Yanming took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Cui, I agree to your side verifying the weapon. The Police have prepared a motorcade; once the procedure is complete, we leave immediately!"

After obtaining Li Yanming's consent, both Cui Minhao and Pu Yuzhe nodded.

Each of the two held half of the activation password, and the weapon could only be activated when both were present at the same time.

After confirming with each other through eye contact, they entered the password via the computer connected to the weapon device.

A moment later, the weapon device, the size of an ordinary express delivery box, began to operate.

Cui Minhao took notes: "Computer confirmed, the device before us is the DC8 prototype lost by our country's military sixteen hours ago!"

"After the connection was completed, the command has been disconnected, and the explosion command has been aborted!"

Hearing Cui Minhao's words, the two people beside him also let out a long sigh of relief.

Hearing that they had already stopped the explosion command, Li Yanming immediately ordered: "Crisis Group, prepare to enter the weapon transport procedure!"

After the two sides converged, Li Yanming asked: "Mr. Cui, did it go smoothly?"

"Thanks to you, it has been successfully confirmed that this is the portable device we lost!" Cui Minhao said with a relaxed expression.

Li Yanming nodded: "The motorcade is already prepared!"

"Thank you!" Cui Minhao thanked Li Yanming.

Just as both sides were preparing to end this farce, a voice suddenly came over: "Sorry, the weapon cannot leave!"

Everyone turned their heads to look, and Director Song was already blocking the path they were leaving by, his expression serious.

……

After terminating the transport procedure, everyone had no choice but to bring the DC8 back to the Hong Kong Police's Crisis Group headquarters.

Li Yanming came over full of Evil Qi and said to Director Song, who was drinking tea: "Director Song, right? You are making things very difficult for me!"

"Is it difficult?" Director Song asked back with a calm expression.

"It is difficult!" Li Yanming also said bluntly: "Those South Korean experts have already confirmed those things, why won't you let people take them away?"

Director Song sighed and said: "This is not a matter of lost and found, it is a matter of national security! I need your cooperation!"

Li Yanming also said helplessly: "You are asking me to keep this kind of weapon in Hong Kong, how am I supposed to cooperate with you?"

Director Song put his arm around Li Yanming's shoulder, made him sit down, and then said: "Mr. Li, there are some things that, because of your rank, I have no way to share more with you. Why is that? I have already told you, this is in the realm of national security!"

"There are many things we haven't been able to negotiate well with the United States, as you know. I believe that after this incident, there will definitely be changes."

Hearing this, Li Yanming immediately showed obvious impatience.

He was of the Local Faction in Hong Kong and simply did not care about matters of national security.

This was the attitude of the Local Faction.

Director Song continued: "The South Korean experts have already confirmed the weapon and locked it in safe mode, right? I hope you will help me keep a close eye on it; I don't want any trouble!"

Director Song said this very bluntly, directly using his official position to pressure others.

After all, a guy like Li Yanming, who was stubborn and had a criminal record, was not worth Director Song spending more effort on.

He just needed him to be obedient!

Li Yanming had no right to refuse and could only choose a place in the basement of this Crisis Group operations center for the South Korean side to store the weapon.

……

After the matter was done, the negotiations between the two sides began.

After all, this matter was not a small one, and it was indeed not something that the South Korean members could just take away, a weapon like the DC8.

The South Korean representative in the conference room questioned the Hong Kong side on the spot: "What kind of nonsense is this? Why can't we take the weapon away directly? Doesn't this amount to placing us under house arrest?"

Li Yanming said calmly: "Our Security Bureau recently communicated with your country's National Intelligence Service..."

But before Li Yanming could finish, the South Korean representative said directly: "Do not distort the facts, our National Intelligence Service never agreed that you could detain the weapon!"

Fan Jiaming followed up and said: "Mr. Representative, we are only acting according to the law!"

"According to the law? What law are you following?"

"The Basic Law of Hong Kong, Article 13!" Li Yanming said.

"This is an international incident, it should be handled according to international law!" The South Korean representative's emotions became increasingly agitated.

Although his voice was the loudest, they were the weaker party in this regard.

Don't look at how loudly he was shouting; Director Song didn't even intend to pay attention to him.

A dog of the United States, what qualifications did he have to clamor here?

Others also tried to persuade him: "Mr. Representative, please do not get agitated."

"You are not wrong, acting according to the Basic Law, we are not wrong either!"

This angered the South Korean representative, who cursed in a low voice: "Shibal!"

Subsequently, he aimed his spearhead at Director Song and said: "Is this his idea?"

Director Song raised his eyes and looked at him, but remained silent.

But at this moment, Zhao Zhiren could no longer hold back: "As the Physics Consultant for the Crisis Group, we are detaining a weapon that has only been unilaterally confirmed by the South Korean side. Does everyone know how dangerous this is? Knowing full well that it is a weapon of mass destruction, yet still trying every possible way to keep it by our side, this is simply unreasonable!"

"Unless... there are other reasons!"

Zhao Zhiren once again pointed his spearhead at Director Song and said with an agitated tone: "Otherwise, I cannot think of any reason to make such a stupid decision! This is not my first time working with civil servants, but this is the first time I have witnessed you so-called Crisis Group members; after this gentleman appeared, your attitude could have a 180-degree turn!"

Hearing Zhao Zhiren's words, the Secretary beside Director Song finally couldn't help but interrupt him: "Professor, can everyone please listen to Mr. Song's opinion first?"

Hearing this, Zhao Zhiren helplessly closed his mouth.

Director Song maintained the same attitude as before, saying indifferently: "Once diplomatic mediation reaches an appropriate stage, the weapon will be escorted out of the territory by the Hong Kong Police, and then received by your country and our Ministry of Foreign Affairs! That is all!"

Zhao Zhiren immediately became agitated: "What do you mean by 'that is all'?"

Unfortunately, before he could act out, Li Yanming pressed him down.

Being able to have the head of the Security Bureau call personally, Li Yanming was already fully able to confirm what kind of power this mysterious Director Song possessed.

Going against him would definitely not have any benefits! This meeting ended on a sour note.

But Zhao Zhiren appeared very angry and questioned Li Yanming: "Whose side are you actually on?"

"This is not a question of taking a stand!"

"It has always been a question of taking a stand!"

Zhao Zhiren pointed angrily at Li Yanming and said, "It just depends on whether you are acting according to your conscience!"

Li Yanming watched Zhao Zhiren leave in a huff, and he helplessly muttered to himself, "I am only acting under orders!"

Inside the conference room, the Secretary said to President Song, "No one has ever dared to talk back to you like that! Still feeling upset?"

"No!" President Song stood up and said casually, "Mr. Li told me that all members of the Crisis Group in Hong Kong must remain at the intelligence center until this matter is completely over!"

"Ha! The first one to leave was him, how irresponsible! And now some professor has appeared; what kind of Crisis Group is this? It's unreliable! Too unreliable!"

The Secretary suggested, "Should we find this professor and have a talk?"

"Heh heh!" President Song only laughed and said nothing. (End of chapter)