Chapter 805: The Flaw

Sadake looked at the list in his hand, and a chill could not help but rise from the bottom of his heart.

To tell the truth, for this training camp, he had specially applied makeup and changed his appearance, and he had also worked part-time as an instructor.

This list of six people provided by He Yuzhu consisted of promising talents he had personally favored and deemed worthy of focused cultivation; to find out in the end that they were all spies was a heavy blow to him.

"Ali, I have always trusted you deeply. Since you have determined that these people are spies, I believe your judgment. But could you explain it to me properly? I could use the experience."

"I found that four of them are Mossad agents, and the other two are CIA agents. Although they have faces similar to ours, the training they received and their methods of operation are completely different from ours. Take that Rahim for example; he deliberately uses his right hand in daily life to hide his true ability, but in reality, he is left-handed."

Sadake frowned and shook his head: "I really didn't see anything unusual; I didn't notice a thing."

He Yuzhu's tone was flat as he continued: "A few days ago during training, I deliberately threw a piece of wood at his head; a moment of carelessness and he would have been injured. Yet, subconsciously, he instantly reached out his left hand and caught it steadily. His reaction speed was frighteningly fast; that alone is enough to conclude he is a professionally trained agent."

Sadake nodded in sudden realization, his expression becoming increasingly grave and serious.

"So there are such tricks to it. What flaws did you discover in the others?"

"There is one called Omar; how much do you know about him?" He Yuzhu asked in return.

"I chatted with him a few times briefly; I only thought he was a fanatical religious supporter. Other than that, I didn't see anything wrong with him," Sadake replied.

"One time when he was performing his prayers, a trace of disdain and contempt inadvertently flashed in his eyes. That expression wasn't directed at the people around him, but at Allah. Therefore, this piety was faked from beginning to end; he is undoubtedly a Mossad agent."

Sadake blamed himself: "I have been a truly derelict Deputy Captain; such obvious micro-expressions and flaws, and I didn't manage to see any of them."

"You cannot be blamed for this. This group has undergone at least several months of emergency special training, and they were born in the Arab region, so their innate appearance has no flaws. It is just that they were brainwashed and assimilated by the Anglo-Saxons early in their youth," He Yuzhu comforted him calmly.

"What about Saif? He usually acts like a reckless brute; what slip-ups did he reveal?" Sadake continued to ask.

He Yuzhu lit a cigarette, pondered for a moment, and spoke slowly: "I once saw Saif watching others spar. Catching him off guard, I took out a telescopic training Dagger and lunged at him. His reaction was extremely swift, very different from his clumsy state. This person is definitely a spy planted by M Country; he must have practiced Boxing, or even be proficient in Taikuan. Yet, his file does not mention a single word about these combat foundations."

"What about the remaining three?" Sadake asked, his tone full of urgency.

He Yuzhu explained in detail: "There is also that Nasser, who claims to believe in Hinduism. But one time, while eating, I deliberately put pork in his food. If he had nothing to hide, why would he deliberately lie and put on an act?"

Immediately following this, He Yuzhu analyzed the flaws of the other two people one by one.

Sadake remained silent for a long time after listening, a chill running through his heart.

In fact, for He Yuzhu, finding the flaws in these people was not difficult.

The first time he saw these people, the system displayed their identities and home addresses. Having already known their background, setting up a trap to test them was naturally easy.

After listening to He Yuzhu's account, Sadake felt a chill running down his back.

Among the twenty-four newly recruited mercenaries, there were actually six foreign agents hidden.

If even one person was missed during the screening, it would be a catastrophic disaster for the entire team.

He slowly slumped to the ground, his face full of awe: "Ali, you are truly amazing! These subtle movements and micro-expressions that others couldn't possibly notice were all seen through by you at a glance. If it weren't for you, we probably wouldn't even know how many days we had left to live."

He Yuzhu's expression was indifferent, his tone calm: "One learns warfare through warfare."

Sadake pondered for a moment, then asked: "Then how should we deal with these people right now?"

He Yuzhu's gaze was profound: "How about I become their Group Leader? What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Sadake started nagging him about his safety and adding a Bodyguard again.

He Yuzhu stepped forward and hugged Sadake tightly, saying softly: "Brother, I understand your intentions, and I appreciate them. Since I dare to take on this task, I have full confidence in handling them."

"My idea is to first have them submit a letter of intent, and arrange for them to attack two M Country supply convoys. For those who return alive, I will feign letting them deliver a piece of fake intelligence, set up a Landmine field along the way, and wipe this group out in one go."

Sadake immediately clapped his hands in approval: "This method couldn't be better! This group has no bottom line anyway; they should be eradicated completely like this to prevent future trouble."

Shanghai, Ye Dongjing restaurant.

Wang Pangzi didn't order any alcohol, only a bowl of rice in soup that Bao Zong often ate.

He ate alone slowly until the restaurant was about to close, the ashtray on the table already piled high with cigarette butts.

Watching Lingzi and the waiter clean up the kitchen and the dining area, Wang Pangzi finally called Lingzi to the table.

He took a bankbook and a property deed out of his bag and tapped them gently on the tabletop.

Lingzi was confused, secretly wondering what kind of trouble this man was going to stir up again.

She smiled, teasing him: "Boss Wang, did you come here specifically to show off your wealth to me?"

Wang Pangzi also grinned, his eyes squinting into thin slits: "What are you saying! Last time I brought two gold rings and proposed to you, and afterwards I was scolded by my brothers for a long time. They told me that according to the rules here in Shanghai Tan, when a man talks about marriage, he has to lay out his family assets and background honestly, just like taking the imperial examinations in ancient times; nothing can be vague."

He pushed the bankbook and property deed forward gently, his expression turning serious instantly: "I've thought it through. If I don't cash out the stocks in my hand, there is always a risk of losing everything. I cashed out 1.5 million, spent 410,000 to buy a detached villa, and deposited the remaining 1 million into the bank. Lingzi, if you are willing to marry me, all these assets will belong to you."

Lingzi was stunned on the spot.

Over the years, there had been no shortage of men coming and going around her.

There were those who could speak sweet words; there were those who were willing to spend small amounts of money on her; and there were even more who tried to please her by sending gold jewelry and gifts.

But like Wang Pangzi, who directly laid out most of his assets on the table and pushed the property deed and bankbook in front of her, there had never been one from ancient times to the present.

Yet, just a few days ago, she had completely broken up with Bao Zong; she acted carefree on the surface, but her heart felt empty, as if she were hanging in mid-air with no place to land.

Wang Pangzi's solid sincerity hit the softest part of her heart all at once.

Her body trembled slightly, her eyes turned faintly red, and her heart was filled with mixed feelings. It wasn't exactly grievance, nor was it a sudden surprise, but that sense of being genuinely cherished and treated with importance was real and intense.

"How about it?" Wang Pangzi's eyes were bright, his tone carrying a bit of nervousness and pride, "Last time you said it yourself, as long as I proposed to you in a sober and serious manner, you would be willing to consider it carefully. I also heard that women here, when they take the initiative to ask about a man's family background, it mostly means they have taken a fancy to him."

"You are talking nonsense; I didn't do that," Lingzi retorted with a feigned pout.

Although she didn't admit it, she still picked up the bankbook and property deed and looked through them carefully.

She looked up at Wang Pangzi, her eyes smiling, and teased him on purpose: "These things... they aren't faked by someone, are they? I've heard that nowadays even official seals can be forged to look exactly the same."

Wang Pangzi let out a grunt and slapped his thigh: "Easy! Tomorrow I will take you there to see my villa with your own eyes and verify the authenticity of all the documents in person!"

Hearing this, the corners of Lingzi's mouth finally couldn't help but curve upward.