220: Chapter 220 Trespassers Die

"Old Wu, zoom in the camera in the live streaming room a bit. Make sure to get a close-up of each of these fifty agents," Lu Chen said, biting on a cigarette and exhaling a cloud of gray smoke.

The sound of keyboards clattering erupted in the master control room.

The screen on the large display switched instantly.

Four high-definition cameras forcibly took over the foreign media's live broadcast channel, locking the lens firmly onto Tanaka's face.

At this moment, Tanaka was being held suspended in mid-air by Da Biao with one hand.

The five-ton thrust Exoskeleton armor was simply unreasonable.

Tanaka's legs kicked wildly in the air.

A warmth spread in his crotch.

A stream of yellow liquid dripped down his pant leg into the muddy water.

A pungent smell of urine instantly dispersed.

The Consul knelt in the muddy water, slapping the ground frantically: "Turn it off! Hurry up and turn it off! This is all fake footage synthesized by your high technology! Lu Chen, you are fabricating facts to slander the great Sakura Country!"

Lu Chen turned his head, not even lifting an eyelid: "Noisy. Da Biao, make this Major shut up."

"You got it!" Da Biao flipped his wrist violently downward.

Bang.

Tanaka's body slammed heavily into the mud.

Da Biao lifted his heavy metal combat boot and stepped on Tanaka's back.

Crack.

The sound of ribs breaking was incomparably crisp.

Tanaka rolled his eyes back, unable to even let out a scream, and passed out from the pain on the spot.

The journalists in the audience collectively took a step back.

Many people's teeth were chattering.

Lu Chen turned around, his gaze sweeping coldly over the "refugees" huddled in front of the bus.

"Don't stop. Continue the verification. I want to see today just how much talent the Ministry of Defense has sent me. Next."

Da Biao took a step, walking toward the group of shivering people.

The refugees screamed and scrambled backward desperately.

Da Biao locked onto a man with a fierce-looking face.

He strode forward, his mechanical arm reaching out directly, grabbing the man by the collar and throwing him with force.

The man drew a parabola in the air, falling heavily into the black neuron lie-detector gate.

This person was named Yamada.

He had been the one cursing the loudest under the car just now.

Yamada had just made contact with the red light.

"Beep... Boom!"

The sharp alarm sounded again.

The indicator light on the metal door frame was red as blood.

The blinding red light illuminated the area outside the South Gate in a scarlet hue.

The data stream on the large screen was instantly cleared, reformatted, and refreshed.

There were no obscure or difficult-to-understand charts, just lines of shocking, large text.

"Name: Yamada."

"True Identity: Retired Major of the Third Detachment of the Sakura Country Self-Defense Force."

"Espionage Record: Infiltrated the Southeast Coast of Huaxia to steal hydrological data. Stole the distribution map of underwater cables at the Jiangcheng Heavy Industry Shipyard."

A video window popped up simultaneously at the top of the large screen.

The footage was real, all from Yamada's first-person perspective.

In the screen, Yamada was in a secret room signing a suicide attack agreement.

The red official seal on the document was clearly visible.

Outside the South Gate, it was deathly silent.

Only the cold wind after the rain blew past.

A blonde female reporter, who had just been poking her microphone almost into Old Zhou's mouth, silently pulled the microphone back into her arms.

She swallowed a large mouthful of saliva, glanced at the large screen, and then looked at the high-level agent playing dead on the ground.

"Mr. Consul, is this the high-quality technical worker you were talking about?" Lu Chen walked to the edge of the cordon, pointing at Yamada's file on the screen.

"Even underwater cables can be pilfered. Your country's technical workers have quite a broad scope of business."

The Consul's mouth hung open.

Rain mixed with cold sweat flowed down.

He was trembling all over, unable to squeeze out half a word.

A white reporter mustered the courage to shout: "This must be forged! You don't have any third-party international notarization! This is a serious violation of human rights! You are using AI generation technology to humiliate them!"

Lu Chen turned his head, looking at that reporter.

A cruel smile curled the corner of his mouth.

"Notarization? Here, truth doesn't need a bunch of losers like you to notarize it."

Lu Chen raised his chin.

"Da Biao, invite this reporter friend who talks about human rights into the gate too. See who he slept with at the nightclub last week, and how much dirty money he took to write this press release."

Da Biao grinned immediately after hearing this, carrying a dripping rubber baton and walking forward.

"No need... I suddenly feel your technology is very credible..."

The white reporter was scared out of his wits, dropped his microphone, turned around, and ran, diving headfirst into a mud puddle, not daring to look up.

"Keep throwing them in. Don't miss a single one." Lu Chen issued the death order.

Da Biao waved his large hand.

The twenty armored Death Squad Soldiers behind him stepped forward.

The steel monsters charged into the crowd, not giving anyone any reaction time.

They grabbed those shivering Sakura Country agents and aimed them directly at the metal door frame, smashing them in.

Thump. Thump. Bang.

The sound of heavy objects hitting the ground was incessant.

The piercing alarm sounded in a continuous line.

The red lights flashed frantically.

The entire factory area was shrouded in red light.

The data on the large screen poured down like a waterfall, unable to stop at all.

"Name: Inoue. Identity: Remnant of Mitsui Heavy Industries. Mission: Carry a micro-gas bomb to destroy the factory ventilation system."

"Name: Kameda. Identity: Right-wing radical mercenary. Mission: Assassinate senior management of Chenguang Electronics."

"Name: Kimura. Identity: High-level special agent of the Sakura Country Intelligence Department. Mission: Steal high-precision material ratio parameters."

A full fifty people.

Fifty top-secret cards capable of causing a sensation in the assassination world.

Today, under the gaze of billions of people around the world, their bottoms were exposed completely.

This group of vipers, usually hidden in the dark, had become a joke at this moment.

The Consul collapsed completely in the mud.

His eyes were unfocused.

It was over.

The elite intelligence network that the Ministry of Defense had laid out for over a decade had all been defeated in Jiangcheng today.

At the same time, in global broadcast channels, the bullet comments were completely exploding.

Wu Dong stared at the background data in the master control room, laughing until his shoulders twitched.

"Where are those sanctimonious people from just now? Come out and walk a few steps! This bunch of animals brought gas bombs into the factory, and you still want to give them consolation money?"

"Sakura Country's operation is truly amazing. Spies disguised as refugees. If caught, they use moral kidnapping. This skin is thicker than the corner of a city wall."

"Boss Lu did a great job. This kind of person should just be beaten to death!"

"The red light is making my eyes hurt. All fifty people are confirmed spies. This gate is simply an artifact. I suggest all major airports arrange it immediately!"

"Moral kidnapping hit a steel plate. How will Sakura Country clean up this mess?"

Online public opinion flipped instantly.

The human rights organization accounts that were stirring up trouble earlier all went offline and played dead.

Lu Chen took off the cigarette that had burned to the filter, dropped it at his feet, and stomped it out.

Fifty spies lay in a tangled heap behind the lie-detector gate.

Several were still wailing.

An agent with a broken arm gritted his teeth, staring fixedly at Lu Chen and shouting: "This is illegal detention. We are citizens of Sakura Country. You have no law enforcement power."

"Law enforcement power?" Lu Chen laughed loudly, his laughter cold and bone-chilling.

He turned around, facing the dozens of cameras that hadn't had time to retreat yet.

"All reporter friends, listen clearly. Please broadcast my words exactly as they are." Lu Chen's gaze was like a knife.

The scene was silent.

No one dared to provoke this fearsome person at this time.

"My Chenguang Electronics loves peace and operates legally. But please make it clear, this is a state-approved S-level military restricted zone."

The smile on Lu Chen's face instantly receded, and his killing intent was released without reservation.

"Military restricted zone, trespassers die. Those who infiltrate with weapons, die. Those who spy on state secrets, die."

The three "die" words strung together made everyone's scalp numb.

Lu Chen turned his head to look at the Consul on the ground, his tone cold to the extreme.

"Mr. Consul, you brought fifty armed spies today to assault our country's military restricted zone. You had better pray that your country can give a satisfactory explanation. Otherwise, your ambassador won't even be able to cross the Jiangcheng boundary marker alive tomorrow."

The Consul trembled violently, kowtowing desperately in the muddy water: "Misunderstanding... Mr. Lu... This is all a misunderstanding... We had absolutely no idea about their true identities... We were deceived by the human rights organizations in our country..."

"Deceived?" Lu Chen snorted coldly. "Old Wu. Pull out this Consul's communication records. Let the whole world see how he was deceived."

The large screen flickered.

The Consul's face was instantly magnified ten times.

The screen was filled with dense Japanese chat records and details of fund transfers.

It was ironclad proof that he had personally contacted these agents, distributed cover identities, and promised bonuses afterward.

The last transfer record was even marked with an anonymous account from Mitsui Heavy Industries.

The Consul looked at the large screen, his mouth agape.

He couldn't catch his breath, rolled his eyes, and collapsed sideways into the mud pit, passing out completely.

"Ignorant trash." Lu Chen's eyes were full of disgust.

He put his hands back into the pockets of his black leather jacket.

Da Biao walked up.

"Boss. How to handle these scumbags? Should we cut them all up and throw them into the sea?" Da Biao pressed on the hilt of his combat saber.

"Keep them alive." Lu Chen's tone was calm. "Contact Colonel Lone Wolf. Have them send military vehicles over. Escort them all to the Xishan underground base. Use every means necessary to hollow out everything in their heads. Don't let a single drop of oil slip away."

"Understood!" Da Biao accepted the order loudly.

Lu Chen turned and walked toward the open factory gate.

The lights in the corridor shone on his back.

He suddenly stopped, turned his head, and swept a glance at the group of trembling foreign reporters.

"Who else was shouting just now about wanting UN peacekeeping forces to come and seal this place? Stand out. I'll give you time to go through the procedures."

Lu Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it suppressed the hundreds of people until they couldn't catch their breath.

All foreign media reporters collectively retreated.

Some were so scared they tore off their press passes and stepped on them under their feet.

"Da Biao. Clear the field." Lu Chen dropped this sentence and walked into the darkness deep inside without looking back.

Da Biao grinned hideously and drew the ultra-high-frequency oscillating alloy combat saber at his waist.

Hum. The blade light was ghostly blue.

He slashed at the stone pier beside him, sparks flying everywhere.

"I'll count to three! Whoever is still breathing after three seconds stays here as fertilizer! One!"

Da Biao's roar was like thunder.

The crowd exploded instantly.

Dozens of satellite broadcast vehicles ejected and started.

Reporters dropped their microphones and cameras, scrambling to run away, some losing their shoes, not even daring to look back.

In less than two minutes, apart from the fifty spies who had passed out, not a single person was left outside the South Gate.

The crisis was completely resolved.

Lu Chen strode into the exclusive underground elevator.

The elevator door closed slowly.

The red light came on, and the car descended rapidly to Underground Level 3.

The encrypted communication in the master control room connected again.

Wu Dong's excited voice came from the speaker.

"Boss. Good news. The job on the Pacific Ocean side is done."

Wu Dong's voice was trembling. "Zhang Qiang sent a secret telegram. viper-2 and viper-3 have crossed the cordon and entered the offshore safety zone. They got a massive amount of bones."

"How much?" Lu Chen stared at the jumping floor numbers.

"The hold exploded! The living quarters of the two submarines are completely stuffed with skeletons. Zhang Qiang even had people use alloy nets to hang them on the submarine hulls to drag them back."

Wu Dong slammed the table in excitement.

Lu Chen sneered.

The prey had finally entered the cage.

"Notify Wei Jianguo. The raw materials will be delivered to the Deepwater Port within half an hour. Immediately start the highest-level extraction procedure for the biological active dissolving liquid."

Lu Chen's gaze was scorching. "I want the chassis engines to run at full power. The countdown for Freemasons officially begins today."

The elevator arrived at Underground Level 3.

The metal door slid open to both sides.

A pungent smell of burnt metal rushed to his face.

Wei Jianguo was standing next to the huge chassis, staring at the behemoth in front of him with a fanatical face.