Chapter 911: Factory Blown Up

Half a month later, the He Family living room.

The living room was thick with smoke, and several cigarette butts were stubbed out in the ashtray.

He Yuzhu was fretting over how to find the spies hiding in the Chip Factory.

Ershuan pushed the door open in a rush, stood on no ceremony, and plopped down onto the sofa, his whole body sinking halfway into it.

He Yuzhu pushed a cup of tea over; Ershuan picked it up, gulped it down to the last drop, and wiped his mouth.

"Zhuzi, those people have already passed the intelligence out. Recently, several people from Southeast Asia have arrived at their lair in Bohai Bay. They aren't tall, they're dark-skinned, and they don't look like good news; they're likely people who have seen blood. I reckon this bunch is going to make a move soon."

He Yuzhu's gaze darkened, as if frosted over. He leaned back slowly into the sofa and said, "Send people to keep a close watch on them. It seems they've been driven to desperation this time."

Ershuan poured himself another cup of tea, downed half of it in one go, and said, "Our undercover agents at the Chip Factory have made contact with them, but their operations are very secretive, and we haven't been able to catch that person. Zhuzi, there is one thing I've never been able to figure out. They already have moles inside, so why send spies to approach He Zheng? Isn't that redundant?"

After listening, He Yuzhu fell into deep thought.

The living room went quiet, with the old-fashioned wall clock ticking away.

After a long while, he finally spoke, "Perhaps... it's to use as a hostage. This group has been eyeing our Chip Factory for more than a day or two and knows we aren't easy to deal with. Once surrounded, if they have a hostage in hand, they can trade them for the mole. But this is just my conjecture."

Ershuan nodded vigorously: "What you say makes a lot of sense."

The two chatted about a few more details, and He Yuzhu stood up to see him out.

The door closed, and the living room became quiet again.

He Yuzhu leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes.

Over these years, with Tian Dan in charge, the work of catching spies had never stopped for a day, but the factory was too large, like a net full of holes that could never be fully mended.

"System." He opened his eyes.

"Present."

"Cancel that Enemy-Friend Identification System for me; it's too much trouble for me. How about we make a deal? I'll give you all the jade raw stones in my space. You restore the Enemy-Friend Identification for me, how about it?"

The system was silent for two seconds.

"Acceptable. But in addition to all the jade raw stones, you must add ten tons of gold."

He Yuzhu's mouth twitched, and he cursed out loud: "You're too greedy! Those jade raw stones, any single piece is worth a lot of money; added all together, they're worth at least fifteen tons of gold!"

The system replied unhurriedly: "That is the value after you humans hype it up, not the real value. To me, it is useless."

He Yuzhu curled his lip, his heart aching. Ten tons of gold... but then he thought, if the Chip Factory were ruined by a mole, could the loss be measured in gold?

"Fine!" He gritted his teeth, "Deal!"

Swish—

The system was ruthless. The jade raw stones and ten tons of gold were emptied in an instant.

He Yuzhu felt such a heartache that he didn't sleep well all night.

Early the next morning, he changed his outfit, disguised himself as a cleaner, and walked swaggeringly into the Chip Factory.

With a peaked cap on his head, a mask on his face, and a mop in his hand, he went to various workshops, and no one gave him a second glance.

Three full days.

He walked through every corner of the factory area—workshops, warehouses, power distribution rooms, and the breakroom; he didn't even miss the restrooms.

Using the system's Enemy-Friend Identification function, he sifted through everyone.

In the end, he ferreted out six hidden spies.

That afternoon, He Yuzhu slapped a list down in front of Liu Siman and Tian Dan.

"Six people."

Liu Siman took the list and glanced at it, her expression changing on the spot.

Tian Dan leaned over to look and gasped: "These... these six are all in key positions!" She pointed to one of the names, her voice trembling slightly, "Especially this one named Zhao Chuan; we hired him from Taiwan with a high salary. I never expected him to be a corporate spy! It seems these foreign chip factories have joined forces to deal with us."

He Yuzhu's gaze turned cold: "Then this person cannot be kept. He knows almost all the secrets of our factory."

Tian Dan looked troubled: "But, according to the rules, he won't be sentenced to many years."

He Yuzhu didn't respond, his expression heavy.

Liu Siman couldn't help but speak up: "Siqiang, the reason those people are plotting against the factory is because our new mobile phone will be on the market in September, and its performance will crush similar foreign products."

He Yuzhu nodded.

Liu Siman continued: "Once our phone is released, it will soon be imitated, and many suppliers will also be targeted. What do you think we should do?"

He Yuzhu said: "This is the inevitable result of market competition and cannot be avoided. We must become stronger, and we can use the same methods to deal with them."

After listening to their conversation, Tian Dan suddenly said something unrelated: "I think we need to bleed a little this time—we have to blow up the newly built factory building... otherwise, we will be very passive."

He Yuzhu finally came to his senses. He already understood her meaning: if this operation was a joint strangulation by foreign manufacturers, they would certainly want to rescue those lurking in the factory afterward, as those people were very important to them. This move by Tian Dan was extremely ruthless: if you want to blow up the factory, then let your own people blow themselves up.

The few of them closed the door and discussed it for an entire afternoon, repeatedly rehearsing every step several times.

The plan was set, the bait was laid, and they just waited for the enemy to bite.

Ten days later. A dark and windy night.

The moon was completely obscured by thick clouds, and the factory was exceptionally quiet, with lights only on in the new workshop area.

Over a hundred killers hired from the Southeast Asia region began their operation.

Their only goal tonight was to blow up the core workshop of the entire Chip Factory.

The leader was named Javier, a cold-blooded killer who had long been active in Hong Kong, Vietnam, and the Philippines.

This time, he had been hired by several large consortia and brought 121 suicide squad members recruited from various countries, infiltrating Si Jiu Cheng through various identities.

They split into three groups: one group entered through the underground pipes.

One group climbed over the perimeter wall.

And one group disguised themselves as delivery personnel to sneak in.

But they didn't know—He Yuzhu had long since set a net from which there was no escape.

The group in the sewer, thirty people, had barely crept in when they smelled a faint, indescribable odor.

By the time they reacted, their legs were already weak and their heads were spinning.

Someone had released carbon dioxide gas in advance; these people collapsed one after another, without even a chance to call for help.

The route over the wall was even more miserable. They were either pinned down by people suddenly popping out from the ground or covered by large nets.

However, both sides engaged in hand-to-hand combat; no one fired a shot.

Still, one four-man team did manage to break through the layers of sentries and sneak into the factory.

Each of them carried an Explosive pack on their back. The one leading them was Javier himself.

This guy was truly formidable; his movements were as agile as a Houzi, vaulting walls, dodging sentries, and sneaking about, all in one fluid motion.

They crept up to the entrance of the new workshop.

Javier made a gesture, and the four of them silently cut the window glass and slipped inside.

The workshop was pitch black, with only the emergency lights casting a faint glow.

They quickly dispersed and began searching for spots to place the Explosive.

Javier had just unslung the Explosive pack from his shoulder—

"Boom!"

A deafening, earth-shattering roar.

It was not detonated by them.

The explosion erupted from inside the workshop, flames shot up violently, and a heatwave carrying debris swept through everything.

Javier didn't even have time to react before he was sent flying.

This explosion had been designed in advance.

He Yuzhu had long since moved the key equipment into his space, leaving only an empty shell in the workshop.

Of course, to deceive others, he had still placed some scrap machine tools inside.

And those few commercial spies—Zhao Chuan and his accomplices—were also locked in this workshop at this moment.

Rather than letting them be captured and repatriated, which would lead to a leak of information, it was better to let them "die for their cause" as spies.

The firelight illuminated half the sky.