Chapter 959: Perfect Alibi

For the next few days, every time the trade delegation went out, it was as if a tail they couldn't shake was stuck behind them—following at a distance, neither too near nor too far, like a haunting spirit.

The string in Director Li's heart grew tighter and tighter, and he gradually began to feel unnerved.

This day, he finally couldn't hold it in anymore.

As soon as the negotiations ended and he returned to his room, he called He Yuzhu over, "Factory Director He, I think you've seen it too. There have been a few people hanging around behind our delegation these past few days. What do you think their game is? Could they have been hired by anti-China forces?"

He Yuzhu shook his head, his expression so calm it made one's heart shudder: "They are FBI, and they are here for me."

Director Li was stunned, his brows immediately knitting into a knot: "For you? Are they still investigating that fighting match?"

He Yuzhu pulled the corners of his mouth faintly, his eyes devoid of warmth: "I think they are afraid I'll run. They want to wait until our negotiations wrap up to detain me."

"Bang!" Director Li slammed a palm onto the tabletop, his temper flaring up to his head: "They dare to touch someone from the delegation? Lawless! I am going to lodge a formal protest with their diplomatic department through the embassy right now!" After he finished speaking, he stared fixedly at He Yuzhu: "Are you—really sure?"

He Yuzhu nodded: "I sensed something was wrong the day before yesterday. I slipped out at night, followed two of them for a stretch, and heard their conversation with my own ears. I had the urge to kill then and there—to just finish them off—but then I thought, if it caused a scene and affected the negotiations, it wouldn't be worth it. This is how I've calculated it: there are only a few days left in the negotiations. Once you finish talking, you all withdraw first, and I will stay behind. Let them catch me; I'll take the opportunity to stage a 'fake death' and take a few of them down with me as cushions. Anyway, this identity of mine is fake."

Upon hearing this, Director Li's face sank so low it could drip water: "No! Not a single person from the delegation can be left behind; we must leave together. If you aren't leaving, then I'm not leaving either."

He Yuzhu watched Director Li sweating with anxiety and felt a warmth in his heart, so he quickly softened his tone: "Lao Li, I know you're looking out for me. I'll try my best to do as you say. But you also know that those M Country politicians are capable of anything. If they pin some charge on me, the results of this negotiation might go down the drain... It's not worth it."

"No! Absolutely not!" This time Director Li completely exploded. No matter what plan He Yuzhu proposed, he stuck to one thing—in and out together, no room for discussion.

He Yuzhu was out of options and could only sigh, turn around, and go back to his room to sleep.

At midnight, He Yuzhu got out of bed.

He changed into a uniform from an M Country air force base and applied makeup on himself.

He was going to use the Space-Time Shuttle function to prepare some trouble for that group of FBI agents.

With a movement of He Yuzhu's mind, the system deducted two tons of gold, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already standing in the center of the fuel depot area at Andrews Air Force Base in Maryland.

This fuel depot area was hidden next to a secluded patch of woods at the southernmost tip of the air force base. In its core area stood over a dozen silver vertical steel above-ground oil storage tanks, each over ten meters tall, arranged neatly in two rows.

The tank bodies were painted with military-grade anti-rust silver paint, and the exterior walls were clearly marked with the words JP-8 Aviation Kerosene. Each tank had a capacity of several hundred thousand gallons, and the bottom was densely covered with black fuel pipelines, connecting like a spiderweb to the refueling points on each tarmac.

The perimeter of the oil storage tanks was lined with double-layered wire fencing and infrared alarm sensors, layer upon layer. Without the Space-Time Shuttle function, no one could ever sneak in here without alerting the guards.

The spot where He Yuzhu stood was covered in fuel pipelines. He turned on Scanning and searched carefully, picking the most suitable place to plant a bomb—as long as this one point exploded, the entire fuel depot would follow it to the sky.

He quickly planted a High-yield Time Bomb at that critical node.

After everything was done, he quickly activated the Space-Time Shuttle and returned to the hotel without a sound.

Back in his room and changed into his clothes, He Yuzhu grabbed the phone and called the front desk to order liquor.

The young man on the night shift at the front desk refused to pick up.

This person was a dedicated night-shift worker, and He Yuzhu would call him for liquor every day at 1:30 AM—this was a setup he had laid out long ago. He could shuttle to any place in the world within an hour to finish a job, yet leave behind an ironclad alibi.

He Yuzhu knew this kid was definitely ignoring the call on purpose. He ran to the front desk in a huff, slapped the table, and raised his voice: "Johnny, why didn't you answer the phone!"

Johnny said dismissively: "Sorry, sir, I went to help another guest with a problem."

"Call the lounge immediately and have them send me two bottles of Rémy Martin!" He Yuzhu ordered directly.

Johnny dialed a number reluctantly, and not long after, the lounge sent the liquor over.

After He Yuzhu got the two bottles of liquor, his expression immediately turned from cloudy to sunny, and he tipped the delivery boy two hundred dollars on the spot.

The delivery boy grinned from ear to ear: "Thank you, Mr. He!"

"Small matter!" He Yuzhu glanced at the front desk provocatively and turned to leave.

"Boom—!" A loud explosion suddenly erupted.

A bottle of liquor in He Yuzhu's hand suddenly slipped, and it smashed onto the floor with a "crack," splashing broken glass and liquor everywhere.

Johnny also shuddered in fear and quickly lowered his head, hiding under the counter.

The delivery boy was also startled, but he quickly regained his composure and looked down at the tragic bottle of liquor on the floor: "Mr. He, do you want me to get you another bottle?"

He Yuzhu shook his head and cursed: "Looks like I won't be sleeping tonight." After saying this, he turned and ran toward his room.

Over at the air force base, that High-yield Time Bomb detonated right on schedule, and the fuel pipelines were completely blown to shreds.

Aviation fuel surged toward the sky like a fountain.

"Boom—!" That massive silver oil tank exploded.

Following that, a second and third explosion occurred; the continuous chain of secondary explosions burned half the night sky into a blood-orange color.

Dozens of tons of aviation fuel tanks were lifted into mid-air by the explosion and then slammed down heavily. The fuel poured out like a waterfall, instantly igniting row after row of F-16s and transport planes on the tarmac.

The sound of alarms rang out heart-wrenchingly across the entire base. In just over ten minutes, this strategic stronghold, located only a dozen kilometers from the White House, was reduced to a sea of raging fire.

Before the shockwaves of the explosion had even dissipated, the White House was already in a state of chaos. Telephone bells rang incessantly.

Inside the Pentagon's situation room, the satellite thermal imaging on the big screen was still flashing wildly. Military general Henry slammed the table and roared: "This is a fucking deliberate attack! But who could blow up a core air force base right under my nose? We must immediately raise the homeland defense level and initiate full combat readiness!"

The CIA Bureau Chief and the FBI Bureau Chief soon arrived at a conference room in the Pentagon.

The two began to argue as soon as they met.

Fuli gritted his teeth and said: "Tenite, if you had listened to me and arrested that He Jian, this morning's incident wouldn't have happened!"

Tenite kept a straight face: "This matter is very serious. You cannot so simply and crudely insist that it must have been He Jian. This easily leads to strategic misjudgment between major powers."

Fuli gave a cold laugh: "I'm sending people to the hotel to find He Jian right now; he definitely won't be there."

Tenite snorted: "If that's true, I'll give you ten thousand dollars."

At the hotel, a group of FBI agents burst in with a roar.

Johnny hurried to greet them: "Gentlemen, is there something wrong?"

An FBI agent said with a straight face: "Take us to room 304 to have a look!"

The waiter muttered with a bit of schadenfreude: "I just felt that guy had problems. He drinks liquor until the early hours every day, several bottles of good liquor every day. It would be strange if he didn't have problems."

The officer was stunned and pressed: "Is he in the room?"

"He is! He just came down to give me trouble earlier and ordered two bottles of Rémy Martin. Wow, as soon as he heard the explosion, the liquor fell to the floor." The waiter had an expression of someone enjoying the chaos.

The officer was a bit surprised, but still ordered: "Take us to find him."