Chapter 763: Poisoned Coffee

After Wang Qiaozhi, Zhou Kai, and Lin Qingjie parted ways, He Yuzhu had been quietly following behind him.

Lin Qingjie walked alone in the pitch-black woods, with only the incessant, noisy chirping of cicadas in the trees.

As he walked, he felt increasingly that something was wrong; how could there not even be a shadow of a person around him?

He stopped in his tracks and lowered his voice to call out his companions' names: "Sun Tiejun? Zhao Weiwen? Liu Zhuowei..."

No one answered.

He walked a few more steps forward, his voice even lower, almost talking to himself: "What on earth is going on? Is this a ghost wall? Where did everyone else go?"

Before the words had even faded, He Yuzhu suddenly flashed out from the darkness, standing three paces away in front of him.

Lin Qingjie's pupils shrank, and his right hand instinctively reached toward his waist.

But before his hand could touch the holster, He Yuzhu had already closed the distance to him like lightning.

A palm struck heavily on his shoulder with a force like a falling Hammer—Lin Qingjie felt as if his shoulder bone had shattered, and his entire arm went numb instantly.

He Yuzhu commanded in a deep voice: "Don't move. Move an inch and I'll send you straight to the King of Hell."

Lin Qingjie's forehead broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, but he gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.

He stared into He Yuzhu's eyes for two seconds, then suddenly seemed to remember something. He was an intelligence operative by trade, and he had studied all the top figures on the Mainland side. Although the man before him was disguised, his facial contours and methods were clearly those of He Yuzhu, whom they had attempted to assassinate repeatedly over the years but never managed to take down.

He had spent time in Si Jiu Cheng before the founding of the nation and clearly remembered a ruthless character who had once made the Japanese and the Secret Service Bureau tremble with fear.

At this moment, all his memories and the figure before him merged completely.

"Who are you?" he asked in a low voice.

He Yuzhu chuckled: "By the time you know who I am, you won't be far from death."

Lin Qingjie was a man who knew how to read the situation; he immediately judged that he had no chance of winning and simply surrendered.

His knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground: "Spare me, hero! I will confess everything you want to know."

He Yuzhu looked down at him: "What is the purpose of your operation this time? Where are the team members hiding?"

Lin Qingjie looked up, a flash of calculation in his eyes: "Hero, if you spare my life, I can help you take care of these people who came with me. I don't have much friendship with them; they are all 'bananas,' and they were never on the same path as me..."

He Yuzhu sneered, his voice hoarse: "Are you trying to threaten me? Then I have even more reason not to keep you."

Having said that, he reached out and grabbed for his neck.

Lin Qingjie's expression changed abruptly, and he hurriedly changed his tune: "I'll talk! I'll tell you everything! I brought twenty-six people in total, hiding around Si Jiu Cheng, and we even prepared High-explosive Explosives..."

He Yuzhu withdrew his hand, his tone carrying a hint of disdain: "I thought two thousand people had come; it turns out there are only twenty-something."

Lin Qingjie swallowed hard and hurriedly added: "Hero, if you spare my life, I can do many things for you. I also know the person in charge of this mission; his name is Hopkins, and he is an FBI leader."

He Yuzhu glanced at him, the corner of his mouth curling up: "If that's the case, sparing your life isn't out of the question. But there is a condition—you must kill a few of your subordinates with your own hands, and I want to film it. Do you dare?"

Lin Qingjie nodded vigorously, almost without hesitation.

Seeing this, He Yuzhu already understood; this man was a complete old fox, but he did indeed have utility.

"Move." He Yuzhu tilted his chin.

Lin Qingjie took He Yuzhu to their car, started the engine, and drove toward the outskirts.

While driving, he explained: "We are staying on a mountain by Yanqi Lake. On the surface, it's a Resort, but in reality, it's a stronghold planted here by the Taiwan Secret Service Bureau."

He Yuzhu leaned back in the seat and suddenly laughed: "This world is truly absurd. Thirty years ago, you fled in a panic, and most of those left behind were caught; now, it's good—you've all come running back one by one."

Lin Qingjie smiled awkwardly, a trace of bitterness appearing at the corner of his mouth: "Before the retreat, I was an intelligence agent at the Si Jiu Cheng Secret Service Bureau."

"Do you know Tie Lin?" He Yuzhu asked casually.

Lin Qingjie nodded: "He was very timid back then... I was young at the time, too, and was often bullied at the station."

He Yuzhu laughed out loud: "By that count, we can be considered half-acquaintances."

Lin Qingjie followed with a smile, his expression becoming more complex: "Actually, I didn't want to return to the Mainland at all, but the higher-ups forced the mission on me, insisting I lead this operation. I've never really done any killing; I'm just an intelligence guy."

He Yuzhu glanced at him: "How do you plan to deal with these people?"

Lin Qingjie's expression suddenly became subtle, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly: "I want to use poison; I carry poison with me."

He Yuzhu felt a stir—this man actually wanted to use poison; he had to be extra vigilant not to be double-crossed by him.

Lin Qingjie seemed to see through his thoughts, his tone becoming much more sincere: "Hero, although I am a secret agent, I keep my word. Since I promised you, I will never go back on it, nor will I harm you. Many of my relatives have already come here to do business. If you spare me, I can tell you which cities they are in."

He Yuzhu didn't speak, just glanced at him, feeling a bit more approval for this man who knew how to read the situation.

The car drove for over an hour, gradually entering the mountainous area.

The mountain road was flanked by dense woods, and the chirping of cicadas rose and fell, adding a noisy background to the silent valley.

After turning a corner, several small red-brick buildings were nestled among the green trees.

These buildings were only three to four stories high, half-hidden by the trees, exuding an eerie quiet.

Lin Qingjie parked the car and pointed to the buildings, saying: "That one is the restaurant, the other two are living quarters, and the one next to them is the recreation room..."

After getting out of the car, He Yuzhu turned on his detection equipment and discovered that there were no sentries arranged here.

Lin Qingjie whispered: "I will lie to them, saying we'll act tonight, and hand everyone a cup of coffee before the operation..."

He Yuzhu gave a thumbs up: "That's a good method."

Lin Qingjie was indeed experienced in his ways.

As soon as he returned to the stronghold, he immediately gathered several minor leaders for a meeting.

He stood in front of the conference table, his expression normal, and laid out the plan clearly: "We move tonight. The people I sent out are already lurking near the factory. After the meeting, everyone get some rest; we leave at eleven sharp to attack that secret Chip Factory. Those in charge of demolition, get your equipment ready."

After the meeting, a man named Sun Tiejun stared at He Yuzhu for a long time, his eyes full of scrutiny: "Boss, who is this?"

Lin Qingjie didn't change his expression: "This is a deep-cover agent we planted; he is very familiar with the factory's terrain. He will lead the team later."

Sun Tiejun nodded, asked no more, and stepped forward to shake hands with He Yuzhu.

At eleven o'clock sharp, everyone was assembled. Lin Qingjie personally served each person a steaming cup of coffee, and the rich aroma filled the entire room.

Those killers from M Country took the coffee and downed it in one gulp.

Not long after, they began to sway one by one, collapsing to the ground in succession.

Sun Tiejun, Zhao Weiwen, and Liu Zhuowei were not drinking coffee; seeing this, their expressions changed drastically, and they pointed at Lin Qingjie, sternly shouting, "Lin, what do you think you're doing?"

Lin Qingjie looked toward He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu hesitated no longer; his figure moved like lightning, and with a few punches and kicks, he knocked the three of them unconscious to the ground.

Afterward, he pulled a miniature video camera from his pocket and said, "Start."

Lin Qingjie reached out and drew a Dagger from his waist.

He walked to Zhao Weiwen's side, gritted his teeth, and fiercely stabbed a blade into his heart.

The moment the fresh blood splashed out, his hand trembled slightly, but he did not stop; he turned and came to Liu Zhuowei's side, cleanly and decisively delivering another stab.

He Yuzhu held up the video camera, recording the entire process without saying a word.

When he walked in front of Sun Tiejun, Lin Qingjie's footsteps slowed down.

He crouched down and looked at that familiar face.

He had known Sun Tiejun for over twenty years; this man had always followed by his side, had never harmed anyone, and had rarely even touched a gun.

His hand began to shake uncontrollably.

The Dagger was raised, then lowered; raised again, then lowered again.

He suddenly raised his head, his eye sockets reddening: "Hero... can you let him go? He is my brother of over twenty years, and he has never done anything wicked or immoral."

He Yuzhu thought more highly of him and nodded: "Write down the address of Hopkins, and you can take him away afterward."

Lin Qingjie seemed to have all the strength drained from his body; he slumped onto the ground and let out a long sigh of relief.