Chapter 948: Various Clowns Jumping on the Beam

The delegation spent a full half-month preparing in Si Jiu Cheng before finally setting off.

During this half-month, He Yuzhu did not have a single idle day.

His first task was to find Zhao Ying and have her dispatch personnel to Washington to contact the secret lines they had buried years ago, keeping a close watch on those hostile groups with ulterior motives.

He Yuzhu did not rest either; he tinkered in his Personal Space for several days, forcibly crafting a special "shell" for himself—Renzao Fangshēngpi—wrapping his entire body from head to toe so tightly that not even a single strand of hair would be exposed.

He knew clearly in his heart that on this trip to the United States, the CIA would inevitably monitor him in every possible way; if any physical evidence—fingerprints, footprints, or hair—fell into their hands, his future actions in the United States would be restricted at every turn.

Nowadays, surveillance cameras were no longer rare items, and various biological and forensic examination technologies were also very mature; even a single fallen hair could cause huge trouble if it fell into the hands of his opponents.

A few days later, news came back from Zhao Ying's subordinates: there were three core hostile organizations in Washington that had long targeted Huaxia, and they had secretly planned an assassination operation, intending to completely ruin this trade negotiation.

After hearing the news, He Yuzhu's expression sank instantly.

He had originally only intended to use slight measures to give them a warning, but now it seemed he could not afford to be soft-hearted at all.

That night, relying on his Personal Space's teleportation ability, he appeared silently within the night veil of Washington.

He handled the subsequent matters cleanly and efficiently, without the slightest bit of hesitation.

The first target was named Maihemuti.

Early that morning, he drove to the airport to pick up a special envoy arriving from Taiwan.

Just as the vehicle drove onto the highway, a black Mercedes SUV overtook him at a steady pace, quietly brushing past his car.

Not long after, he suddenly felt the brake pedal under his foot feel as soft as stepping on a ball of cotton—the brakes failed directly, losing all stopping power.

The car became like a wild Mustang, uncontrollable; he desperately turned the steering wheel, crashing into several sections of the roadside guardrail before the vehicle finally came to a shaky stop.

Although he saved his life, one of his legs was crushed by the car body; after being sent to the hospital, it had to be amputated, and for the rest of his life, he was destined to be accompanied by crutches.

The second target was named Pingcuo, an extremist religious figure, and this assassination plan was led and proposed by him.

At dawn, he went out for his usual morning jog along the street; it had rained heavily the night before, and large puddles had accumulated on the road.

When he ran into a remote, deserted alley, an electric wire suddenly snapped and fell, landing on him.

His whole body convulsed violently, and he quickly lost consciousness.

Passing pedestrians discovered him lying motionless in the water and immediately called the police; by the time the police arrived at the scene, he no longer had any vital signs.

The third leader was named Xu Zhenbang.

Over the years, he had swindled many Chinese people; there were four or five documented cases of Chinese families who, after being swindled by him, jumped to their deaths in misery—the evil deeds he had committed were simply too numerous to record.

On the day of the incident, he was stewing pork ribs at home; the gas stove was burning, while he was curled up on the sofa playing a Monopoly board game, very engrossed in it.

At some unknown moment, a figure reached in from outside the window with a long pole, extinguished the gas stove flame, and while the gas continued to leak, the person silently pushed the window shut.

A large amount of coal gas continued to accumulate inside the room.

Neighbors smelled the pungent odor of gas and called the police; when the firefighters broke down the door, they only found him already dead, his hands still tightly clutching the Monopoly board.

The three incidents made the local tabloid pages the next day.

The police repeatedly investigated and collected evidence, ultimately either classifying them as accidental deaths or recording them as gas leaks caused by the stove fire being blown out by the wind, and the three cases were hastily closed.

No one connected these events with the Huaxia World Trade delegation that was still in Si Jiu Cheng and had not yet departed.

On July 9th, the delegation's special plane landed smoothly at Washington IAD Dulesi Jichang.

The cabin door opened, and a wave of dry, hot air rushed toward them; He Yuzhu mingled in the flow of the delegation and walked slowly outward.

The personnel who came to pick them up were divided into two groups: one was our embassy staff, and the other was officials from the M Guo Maoyi Daibiao Bangongshi; everyone was in crisp suits, wearing standardized, polite smiles.

He Yuzhu casually pulled a red hat from his pocket and put it on, lowering the brim to deliberately reduce his presence.

But as soon as the group reached the exit, the scene before them made everyone's hearts tighten: a massive crowd was blocking the way ahead, holding up various placards, and deafening slogans rang out incessantly, all filled with slanderous words against Huaxia, each one more harsh and unpleasant than the last.

He Yuzhu swept his gaze coldly over the crowd and sneered inwardly; it seemed that eliminating those three leaders had not been enough to deter the forces behind them.

While he was pondering, a young staff member in airport uniform quietly approached his side and whispered rapidly in a low voice: "Boss, after those three leaders died, the backers behind them have come out to clean up the mess. It is the force from Taiwan; they control the media outlet 'Voice of America's Chinese' and have been constantly publishing rumors and inciting the public these past few days. Also... the assassin sniper has already entered the country from the island; you must be extra careful."

He Yuzhu's expression did not change in the slightest; he only nodded slightly, his lips barely moving, and replied in a low voice: "I know. You buy a ticket and return to Hong Kong immediately; your identity might already be exposed and you might be targeted by the other side."

The young man was stunned upon hearing this, a trace of hesitation flashing in his eyes: "Then what about you guys..."

"I will be fine." He Yuzhu's tone was relaxed, as if he were just chatting about the ordinary weather.

The most boisterous person in the crowd was a middle-aged woman, fat in figure and ferocious in appearance, shouting with a shrill, piercing voice: "... Severely punish the murderer! Severely punish the murderer!"

An official from the M Guo Maoyi Daibiao Bangongshi on the side shrugged indifferently and muttered in a low voice: "This is freedom of speech; it is not convenient for us to intervene."

Before the words had even faded, the fat woman suddenly broke through the police cordon and rushed straight toward Director Li, claws bared.

He Yuzhu's eyes turned cold suddenly, and with a slight movement of his intent, a pool of lubricant appeared out of thin air under the woman's feet. Her feet slipped suddenly, and her whole body, like a small mountain, fell heavily to the ground, landing face-first with a solid thud, breaking two front teeth on the spot. Bloody, salty foam flowed from the corners of her mouth; she clutched her mouth and screamed in pain, no longer able to rush and collide with the delegation members.

Taking advantage of the chaos at the scene, Director Li, Deputy Director Shi, and Deputy Director Long and their party quickly boarded the shuttle bus.

He Yuzhu followed closely behind and boarded the bus as well. The doors closed, and the noisy shouting from outside was cut off, muffled behind the vehicle body as if separated by a thick wall.

He Yuzhu did not sit down immediately; he first activated his Scanning Function to carefully check the inside and outside of the bus—good heavens, there were a full seven or eight wiretaps, hidden in very tricky locations: under the seats, in the ventilation ducts, and in the luggage rack compartments; every spot was hidden extremely well.

He calmly took out paper and pen from his pocket, quickly wrote a line, and handed it to Director Li: "Everyone try to minimize conversation; there are wiretaps installed on the bus."

After reading the note, Director Li frowned tightly and passed it to Deputy Director Shi and Deputy Director Long to read in turn.

After the three of them finished reading, they all nodded slightly; while no excessive emotion could be seen on their faces, their eyes all grew a bit more solemn.

No one expected that even more troublesome issues were waiting for them ahead.

When the motorcade drove into the street where the hotel was located, everyone in the bus felt their eyelids jump: the parking lot at the hotel entrance was packed with people, at least several hundred of them, densely holding up placards, and the noisy slogans vibrated through the thick car windows, making people's eardrums buzz.

He Yuzhu sat by the window, squinting as he scanned outside, a coldness curling at the corners of his mouth involuntarily.

These petty scoundrels were planning to play for real this time.

He was not afraid of this group of protesters who only knew how to clamor; what he was truly guarding against were the desperate thugs mixed in the crowd, ready to deal a lethal blow.

He immediately activated the system's full-area Scanning, meticulously screening every corner, every window, every vehicle, and behind every pillar within a two-hundred-meter radius.

Fortunately, he did not capture the trace of any sniper for the time being.

Just as the motorcade came to a steady stop, Director Li pushed open the bus door with a dark face, his steps hurried, intending to walk straight into the hotel lobby.

Just at this moment, more than a dozen burly men with fierce faces suddenly darted out from the crowd, rushing toward Director Li with aggressive momentum, clearly intending to step forward and block the delegation.