163: Chapter 163 Assassination Operation! Is this Chinese Kung Fu?!

On the afternoon of the third day.

At a cafe in Lu City,

Yamamoto Ichiro spent ten minutes

reading through the assassination plan.

"Mr. S, I have no objections to the plan, but I have one more request!"

"If you don't agree, find someone else for this mission!"

Mr. S replied, "Speak."

Yamamoto Ichiro's voice was low.

"The commission must be tripled!"

"Missions in China are much more difficult than in other countries!"

"I went through a lot of trouble just to get my hands on a weapon!"

"And as soon as I got it, I was detained by the Chinese authorities for five days, and even my heirloom katana was confiscated!"

"Now I have to find another way, and the difficulty of the mission has increased significantly!"

"If the commission isn't raised, I refuse this mission!"

Mr. S was speechless. "Actually, you didn't have to take the subway."

Yamamoto Ichiro snorted proudly. "Hmph!"

"Who would have thought that in a closed and dark place like China, you can't even carry a katana on the subway?"

"In our great Japan, we've always been able to carry katanas on the Shinkansen, and there's no such thing as security checks!"

"This is proof enough that carrying out a mission in China is indeed incredibly difficult!"

"You have to pay more!"

Seeing Yamamoto Ichiro's proud expression,

Mr. S couldn't help but want to curse.

He was already starting to regret it.

Why did he hire this idiot for the assassination mission in the first place?

Previously, the organization had selected him carefully,

thinking that Yamamoto Ichiro, who was fluent in English, Chinese, and other languages,

and looked very similar to a Chinese person,

was also known among top international assassins as the one least afraid of death,

making him the best candidate for the assassination.

Now that he had met him in person, Mr. S had a strong sense of "expectation vs. reality" disappointment!

People who aren't afraid of death

either have real skill or are truly brain-dead.

He was basically certain

that this idiot was a truly brain-dead person who actually happened to have real skill!

Fortunately,

Yamamoto Ichiro was only the first link in this serial assassination mission.

If he really had to rely on this guy,

the bicycle chain would have been stolen and sold for scrap metal,

and he'd still be pedaling in place!

"No problem! The commission is a small matter, I agree!"

After taking a deep breath, Mr. S forced a smile. "Mr. Yamamoto, I'm counting on you this time!"

As soon as he finished speaking,

Yamamoto suddenly slammed the table,

giving Mr. S quite a fright.

"Pleasure doing business with you!"

"I'll take action tonight!"

Mr. S quickly looked around.

Fortunately, they were the only customers in the cafe that afternoon,

and the two of them had been communicating in English the whole time,

so there shouldn't be any issues.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the "assassin" with the foolish look on his face,

Mr. S cursed furiously in his heart,

but said nothing more.

The two of them left in a hurry.

...

That night.

Jingdu.

Somewhere in the suburbs.

China Security Bureau.

"Director, a high-risk alert regarding a foreign intelligence organization has been detected in Lu City, Anhui Province!"

Hearing this,

Qin Wenbai, the Director of the China Security Bureau, frowned. "Lu City?"

He knew

that the Nuclear Research Institute in Lu City

was carrying out a national project with China's highest level of secrecy,

and had already made breakthrough progress.

These pervasive foreign spy organizations

had actually caught wind of it!

"Give me the report!"

A staff member handed the intelligence monitoring and analysis report to Qin Wenbai.

"It's not targeting the Nuclear Research Institute?"

"Personnel from multiple national intelligence organizations are gathering..."

"Three famous foreign assassins..."

"An assassination mission targeting Chief Designer Ai Chongfeng?!"

Qin Wenbai's expression changed drastically.

"Report this immediately!"

...

Supreme Military Region.

National Tactical Command Platform.

"Chief of General Staff Li, urgent intelligence from the Security Bureau."

General Li Jingwu took the top-priority report.

His expression changed after reading it,

and then the phone rang.

"Mhm!... Good!... I understand!"

Hanging up the phone,

General Li Jingwu commanded.

"Immediately dispatch the 1st Detachment of the 'Dragon Fang' Special Forces stationed at the Nuclear Research Institute to The First Peoples Hospital of Anhui Province!"

"Coordinate with the Anhui Security Bureau and Public Security Bureau to ensure the safety of the key individual!"

"You must move quickly!"

...

The Chinese authorities reacted quickly,

but Yamamoto Ichiro moved even faster.

9:00 PM.

The First Peoples Hospital of Anhui Province,

in the corridor on the first floor of the inpatient building,

a patient's family member stopped a hurried-looking doctor.

"Hello, doctor! Could you tell me where the Gastroenterology inpatient department is?"

"Over dere, go over dere..."

Hearing the doctor's reply, the family member was a bit baffled.

Why did this short doctor's accent sound so much like a Japanese person's?

"Alright, thank you, doctor."

The family member didn't think much of it and walked in the direction the doctor pointed.

Watching the family member walk away,

Yamamoto Ichiro, wearing a mask, let out a sigh of relief.

Following the intelligence, he took the elevator to the 16th floor of the inpatient department.

After a thorough search, he finally found his target.

Looking at the tightly closed door of the private room, Yamamoto Ichiro was delighted.

After mentally reviewing the assassination plan three times,

he was about to open the door and rush in to start a slaughter.

He pressed the door handle and pushed inward,

only to find that it wouldn't open.

"Baka!"

A Chinese hospital room could actually be locked from the inside??

Having met with a setback at the very start, Yamamoto Ichiro

took a deep breath and reached out to knock on the door.

A short while later,

the hospital room door opened.

"Hello! Patient's family, I'm here to perform an examination on the patient!"

Looking at the short doctor in front of her,

Professor Fu Lihong was somewhat confused.

"Didn't I already tell you?"

"My husband doesn't need any more examinations from now on."

"Thank you, doctor, you can go about your work."

Yamamoto Ichiro blocked the door and said firmly,

"Ma'am, this examination is very important. Please trust our medical judgment."

Professor Fu Lihong didn't think much of it.

"Alright... wait a moment before you come in."

Professor Fu Lihong turned around,

intending to tidy up the room a bit,

only to find that the doctor had already closed the door.

After closing the door,

he turned around

and met the eyes of Professor Ai Chongfeng, who was leaning against the hospital bed resting.

Yamamoto Ichiro revealed a triumphant smile.

I've confirmed it with my own eyes,

this is the person I'm going to kill!

He stared intently at the weak Professor Ai Chongfeng on the bed,

as if looking at a lamb to be slaughtered.

"Professor Ai, die for me!!"

Yamamoto Ichiro's tone was light,

and his movements were not slow at all.

He strode forward,

pulled out a fruit knife he had bought from a supermarket,

and stabbed fiercely toward Professor Ai Chongfeng on the bed!

Just as the tip of the blade was about to touch Professor Ai Chongfeng,

"Ah!!!"

"Ah!!!!"

Two terrified screams rang out.

One belonged to Professor Fu Lihong,

and the other belonged to Yamamoto Ichiro.

"You! You!..."

Looking at the fruit knife that had been slapped away

and was now embedded handle-deep in the ceiling,

Yamamoto Ichiro was utterly horrified.

And the next scene

terrified him even more!

He watched as

Professor Ai Chongfeng performed a carp leap followed by a backflip,

leaping up from the hospital bed!

Landing on the floor,

with his legs slightly bent,

left fist forward and right palm back—it was actually a martial arts starting stance!

"Is dish..."

"Chinese Kung Fu?!"

Yamamoto Ichiro backed away repeatedly,

his eyes nearly bursting from their sockets.

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