Chapter 568: A Blatant Trap

At this moment, outside the restaurant.

Two messengers from Equator were already waiting here.

They had received news that Li Yanming had come to find the Godmother, which clearly meant he had been exposed.

The female messenger said coldly, "They will escort Sophia back to Hong Kong; once she gets in the car, every underground deal that goes wrong from now on will be blamed on her!"

The male messenger felt some pity and argued, "She won't give us up!"

"That's the rule; it doesn't matter if we trust her, others won't!" the female messenger continued, "Her agreeing to go with Li Yanming is the same as giving up her own life!"

While they were speaking, the Godmother had already walked out of the restaurant following Li Yanming.

She observed her surroundings and quickly discovered the female messenger's hiding spot.

The Godmother suddenly stopped in her tracks, then nodded toward the female messenger and revealed a smile.

It was clearly a prompt for the other party to open fire.

The next moment, only a "Bang!" sound of a gunshot was heard.

The Godmother, the biggest arms dealer in Macau, fell to the ground at the sound.

Seeing the Godmother's head blown off by a sniper's bullet, Li Yanming was completely devastated.

Seeing the lead he had in his grasp cut off just like that, no one could endure this.

Meanwhile, the other Police Constables scrambled to find cover to avoid further attacks from the enemy.

Li Yanming, however, spotted the residential building the female messenger had retreated to, with clothes hanging on the balcony swaying.

He immediately confirmed the direction and chased after her regardless of anything else.

Soon, he discovered a woman's figure fleeing rapidly.

As a police officer who had risen from the grassroots, Li Yanming's skills were naturally decent, and he quickly caught up to the woman.

Unfortunately, the other party's combat level was not something a half-baked amateur like Li Yanming could compare to.

After all, having spent so many years in a desk job, he had long since stopped using the grappling and combat techniques taught at the police academy.

Before Li Yanming could react, Li Yanming was knocked to the ground by the female messenger.

Then the female messenger sat directly on top of him, locked Li Yanming's upper body tightly with her legs, and clamped her hands fiercely onto his throat.

Just as Li Yanming was about to be strangled to death by the female messenger, the Hong Kong Police and Macau Judiciary Police finally rushed over.

They pulled the female messenger away and then subdued her.

Seeing the woman, who was as fierce as a female leopard, Li Yanming felt lingering fear.

After all, that was the closest he had ever been to death.

After capturing the female messenger, Li Yanming did not stay long in Macau and returned to Hong Kong that very night.

Inside the Crisis Group, they began the interrogation of the woman.

It must be said that after Li Yanming brought the female messenger back, it gave the crumbling Crisis Group a shot in the arm.

Everyone stared at this female messenger, hoping to find some clues about Equator from her.

Fan Jiaming squeezed through the crowd and said to Li Yanming, "Her blood has been sent for testing; the results will be out in eight hours, and then we will know if she is that missing flight attendant."

Li Yanming nodded and then walked into the Interrogation Room.

At this time, all talk of civilized law enforcement should be thrown aside; Li Yanming had people turn off all the surveillance cameras inside the Interrogation Room.

Then he took a bottle of water, handed it to the female messenger, and said, "Want a drink?"

The female messenger just looked at him like that, without saying a single word.

Li Yanming continued to ask, "How old are you? Twenty-four? Twenty-six? You should be sensible by now! You can choose: spend your whole life in prison or help me find your boss!"

Seeing that the woman still refused to speak, Li Yanming leaned in, lowered his voice, and said, "Don't talk about being a star witness or sentence reduction. If you give him up, I will send you wherever you want to go!"

This statement by Li Yanming was clearly not in accordance with procedure, and could even be called overstepping his authority.

But he could no longer care about that now; he only wanted to crack this major case and get himself a promotion.

Unfortunately, the female messenger was not that cooperative and just gave Li Yanming the middle finger.

This made Li Yanming instantly furious; he grabbed the female messenger's jacket, covered her face with it, and then poured the water he had just held onto her face.

This kind of makeshift Water Torture undoubtedly belonged to the category of torture to extract a confession.

But everyone present did not express any opinion on this.

Compared to the danger brought by Equator, the life or death of one person seemed insignificant.

The female messenger was very tough; even after being subjected to Water Torture, she remained silent.

Just as Li Yanming intended to continue, Fan Jiaming suddenly pushed the door open, walked in, and said to Li Yanming, "Li Sir, you need to come and see this!"

Interrupting the interrogation clearly meant something very important had happened; everyone jogged all the way to the Crisis Group's central control room.

At this moment, the large screen in the control room was playing a news report.

A Reporter said to the camera with a terrified expression, "We are currently at the scene in Happy Valley; twenty minutes ago, a bomb exploded here!"

"According to investigations, about twenty people have been injured. The Police Explosives Disposal Unit has already arrived at the scene to assess the situation!"

"As everyone can see now, a large number of horse racing fans..."

Before the Reporter could finish speaking, another explosion occurred, making the already chaotic scene even more chaotic.

When something like this happens at this time, as long as one is not an idiot, one knows this is definitely not a coincidence.

This matter is nine times out of ten the work of Equator.

Such a blatant provocation was undoubtedly a slap in the face to the entire Crisis Group.

Especially Li Yanming, whose expression was extremely ugly.

Since returning from Macau, Li Yanming had felt that the whole thing was a bit off.

Because every time he made a move, this Equator would always be one step ahead of him.

Although Li Yanming was blinded by greed, his basic judgment had not yet vanished.

He scanned the people present, always feeling that within this Crisis Group, there was one person who was an Undercover for Red.

Just as Li Yanming was thinking, the screen in the central control room suddenly flickered, and then a screen full of garbled code appeared before everyone's eyes.

Li Yanming frowned and asked, "What is going on?"

"Our signal here has been hijacked!" a Police Constable said with a panicked expression.

Everyone looked toward the screen, and at this moment, many blurry, indistinct faces had appeared on it.

Then, using a very strange tone, it said to everyone: "This is just the beginning. One hour from now, deliver my people, and that weapon, alone... deliver them alone to Causeway Bay! Otherwise, there will be even greater casualties."

This entire sentence seemed to have been synthesized using the faces and voices of many people; with the police's current technology, there was simply no way to trace it.

Moreover, the one issuing the threat was clearly someone from Red.

Although they had now captured a Messenger of Red, it was of no use at all.

The threat of an explosion was very effective; for a moment, the entire Crisis Group became panicked.

A moment later, Director Song said to Cui Minhao of the South Korean side: "If you need it, have your Chief Executive issue an invitation, and our Stationed Hong Kong Troops can be mobilized at any time!"

Clearly, the matter at hand was already a terrorist attack, and Director Song was already thinking toward the worst-case scenario.

Li Yanming said to Director Song with an ugly expression: "The situation is already out of control now!"

"I tell you, before you have even realized how the situation is developing, our war with Red has already begun!" Director Song said coldly: "If you compromise this time, they will develop Hong Kong into a true, genuine underground weapon trafficking center!"

Seeing the two arguing, this was an Information Officer from the South Korean side.

A young and beautiful woman spoke up: "Actually, I have another way!"

Hearing the woman's words, everyone turned their gazes toward her.

The woman was named Shen Meijing, responsible for information work, and she said to everyone: "According to a reliable informant I have in Hong Kong, he can tell us the whereabouts of Red! As long as we hand over the police officer who killed the Middle Eastern buyer the day before yesterday! That is, Officer Fan!"

Li Yanming immediately frowned: "Is your informant's information reliable?"

Hearing Li Yanming's words, even Director Song was somewhat surprised.

He had originally already viewed Li Yanming's moral standards as very low, but he had not expected this guy to be able to break through the bottom line even further.

Regarding this kind of Void, ethereal information, as Fan Jiaming's superior, his first reaction was not to reject it, but to confirm whether the other party's information was reliable.

This immediately made Director Song feel a sense of absurdity.

No wonder Chen Jiajun had always said that the Hong Kong Police Force had major problems and needed a thorough reform.

Previously, Director Song had still felt that this kid Chen Jiajun was overstepping his authority.

But now it seemed that what Chen Jiajun said was not wrong at all; the Hong Kong Police Force had problems, and they were major problems.

Shen Meijing said directly: "The night before last, it was this informant who told me the true location of their underground weapon transaction!"

Fan Jiaming was silent for a moment before saying directly: "I killed the person, I will go!"

Shen Meijing immediately said: "Wait, I am not really asking the Hong Kong Police to hand someone over, I am just saying that if we go to contact him, perhaps we can find the real Red!"

Even the South Koreans knew that this matter definitely could not be handled this way.

But Li Yanming still tacitly approved of this approach, which made Director Song inevitably look down on this person Li Yanming even more.

After listening, Li Yanming said to Fan Jiaming: "Can you handle the consequences?"

"I can handle it!" Fan Jiaming belonged to that type of young person who had just joined the Police Force, had no experience, and had an innocent face; he actually really agreed to this mission.

Li Yanming nodded: "Weiye, call two teams to come with me to hand over the person! Professor, Mr. Cui, you go check the weapons first!" Regarding Li Yanming's order, Director Song did not say much.

There was no need to say much; no matter how powerful Red was, in Hong Kong, they could not possibly be Chen Jiajun's opponent.

He had Chen Jiajun as his trump card, so he was not anxious at all.

Moreover, the Information Organization under Chen Jiajun possessed far more information than this group of small-fry.

He only needed to keep an eye on the Secretary beside him.

Director Song looked at his watch and said to the Secretary beside him: "The time is almost up, you should go to the airport to pick someone up!"

"Understood, Director Song!" Secretary Yuan Xiaowen nodded, then turned and left, driving directly toward the airport.

"Boss, Director Song's side sent a message saying that the bait is already prepared!"

A person from the Information Department said to Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun was sitting in a place with an open view outside Kowloon Airport, holding binoculars and observing.

After hearing his subordinate's report, he immediately revealed a smile: "Truly interesting, I wonder if they will take the bait!"

"Ya Qi is already following that male Messenger; whether he makes a move or not is within our control," the Information Officer said very proudly.

After all, in the entire Asian region, the Information Department under Chen Jiajun was the most powerful and comprehensive.

As long as they locked onto a person, they would absolutely never let go until they had bitten them to death.

Chen Jiajun nodded: "Then let's wait!"

Soon at Kowloon Airport, a private plane from Kyoto stopped at the designated parking area.

After Yuan Xiaowen took the list, she prepared a bus to receive these "experts" from Kyoto.

Only, upon seeing this batch of experts, Yuan Xiaowen appeared somewhat surprised.

Although these experts all looked like there were no problems, dressed appropriately, each holding a briefcase.

But they always gave Yuan Xiaowen an illusion of being very formidable.

However, since the people had already been picked up, Yuan Xiaowen gave the driver a look, then followed and got on the bus.

On the bus, Yuan Xiaowen kept observing the state of these "experts" from Kyoto.

She discovered that these experts appeared to be far too quiet; after getting on the bus, they did not say a single word.

This was somewhat different from some experts Yuan Xiaowen knew.

However, the plan was already half implemented, and Yuan Xiaowen could not stop it.

She only checked the protective measures at her seat; after all, this thing could save her life.

The bus had just left the airport perimeter and entered the highway.

Soon, another truck followed up behind it.

It was not strange for a truck to appear on this highway; after all, Kowloon Airport still had air freight operations.

It was just that when the truck drew near the bus and pulled alongside it.

Suddenly, the canvas on the truck was ripped away, and then the male Messenger appeared on the truck with a group of thugs, fully armed.

Seeing this, Yuan Xiaowen immediately lowered her body, curling up as much as she could.

The next moment, the group of thugs led by the male Messenger began to fire wildly at the bus.

For a time, the inside of the bus was filled with deafening gunfire and the sound of shattering glass.

After a burst of gunfire, the bus slowly came to a stop, and the gunfire also ceased.

But Yuan Xiaowen was surprised to find that she did not smell blood, nor did she hear any screams.

Thinking of this, she gathered her courage and poked her head out a little to observe.

She discovered that those so-called "weapons experts" who had boarded the bus earlier had actually turned into heavy-armored soldiers wearing heavy armor and holding weapons.

Moreover, they seemed to have anticipated this attack long ago.

A round of gunfire had caused absolutely no damage to this group of "experts."

Just as Yuan Xiaowen was shocked, the male Messenger brought his men to the front of the bus, preparing to check if there were any survivors.

But what greeted him was not a floor full of corpses, but a pitch-black Sanjiaqiang!

The male Messenger's reaction was not slow; the moment the Demon Slave aimed the Sanjiaqiang at him, he immediately performed a side roll to dodge the dense spray of pellets.

But his men did not have such good luck.

The distance between the two sides was already very close, and the Demon Slave was using a Sanjiaqiang.

With this blast of the Shotgun, several thugs immediately had half their bodies blown to pieces.

The remaining pellets also sent these thugs howling in agony.

"This is a trap!" Yuan Xiaowen kept her body tightly curled in the protected position, her heart churning with massive waves.

At the same time, she also realized that her identity as an Undercover had likely already been discovered by Director Song.

Otherwise, how else could this blatant trap be explained?

The close-quarters combat between the two sides lasted a very short time; the Demon Slave was wearing a full set of heavy armor, which was simply shameless.

With one blast from their Shotgun, they could make a large group of thugs fall.

And when the thugs fired back, the bullets hitting their bodies were like light rain.

Watching his men being slaughtered one after another, the male Messenger also knew he had fallen into a trap.

So without a word, he threw down two smoke grenades and intended to flee.

It was a pity that this setup, which Chen Jiajun and Director Song had arranged for so long, could not possibly let them escape easily.

Just as the male Messenger left the highway and intended to dive into the woods by the roadside, he discovered that there were already people waiting for him there as well.

Chen Jiajun walked over with a Cigar in his mouth and said to the male Messenger with a smile: "Surprised? Unexpected?"

The male Messenger directly raised the gun in his hand, intending to pull the Trigger on Chen Jiajun.

But at this moment, a gunshot rang out in the darkness, and the bullet pierced directly through the male Messenger's arm, causing his shot to veer far off course, not even touching the corner of Chen Jiajun's clothes.

Chen Jiajun said indifferently: "Don't struggle, it's futile!"

The male Messenger refused to believe it and turned to try to run again.

But this time, the Information Department personnel beside Chen Jiajun directly took out a Net Gun.

After pulling the Trigger, the net inside the Net Gun spread out directly, enveloping the male Messenger.

Chen Jiajun had once used this thing to capture the famous 007; capturing a messenger from the Equator was even more of a breeze.

The male Messenger did not even have room to resist before he was wrapped tightly by the flying net.

In this situation, unless he had Superman possessed, he could forget about escaping.

Seeing the subdued male Messenger, Chen Jiajun took out a Satellite Phone and dialed Director Song, then said with a smile: "The fish has taken the bait; our plan to close the net can also begin!"

"Very good, and what about Xiao Yuan?" Director Song also laughed: "Don't lose my Secretary!"

Chen Jiajun glanced at the bus and said: "Rest assured, she definitely won't be able to run!"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Jiajun walked into the already riddled bus, then tapped on a seat and said indifferently: "Secretary Yuan, stop hiding and come out!"

At this time, the underground center of the Crisis Group.

Outside the Safe House where the DC8 was stored.

Cui Minhao was chatting with Zhao Zhiren.

"Professor Zhao Zhiren, thank you so much." Cui Minhao said to Zhao Zhiren with a smile.

Zhao Zhiren played dumb and said: "Thank me for what?"

"I come from a second-generation scientist family; for this weapon, I can use the name of my family and my brother to guarantee that this weapon is absolutely the safest in the world." Cui Minhao said very firmly.

Cui Minhao was very certain that there was no possibility of the weapon leaking, so if a leak suddenly occurred, there was only one possibility.

That was that Zhao Zhiren had caused it on purpose, with the goal of wanting to send the DC8 away.

Zhao Zhiren did not answer, but just smiled and said: "I told Li Yanming that after you return and we clarify everything, I will leave! The sooner the DC8 is sent away, the sooner Hong Kong will be safe! You have done what you should have done, which can be considered helping me!"

As he spoke, Zhao Zhiren took the initiative to shake hands with Cui Minhao, only he slipped a note to Cui Minhao while shaking hands.

Cui Minhao was stunned for a moment, then calmly put the note away.

Subsequently, the two South Korea representatives entered the Warehouse of the weapon and took out that dangerous weapon.

Zhao Zhiren knew all of this, and Cui Minhao, representing South Korea, knew it; only one person did not know, and that was Li Yanming.

Clearly, everything they were doing now was being carried out behind Li Yanming's back.

They had already swapped the DC8 inside the box.

Cui Minhao even hypocritically said, "Although it is inside the Graphite Box, it must absolutely not be subjected to any more violent impacts; you must handle it with the utmost care."

Li Yanming was still completely kept in the dark and very gratefully shook hands with Cui Minhao.

Then, he took the female Messenger and an empty box to negotiate with the Equator. (End of chapter)