Siheyuan, Shazhu: I have both parents in this life

Chapter 243 This assassin is a bit busy
Using the smoke and ruins as cover, He Yuzhu began to silently and stealthily approach the falcon's location.

Falcon was also on high alert, staring intently at the sniper scope, trying to catch a glimpse of He Yuzhu through the smoke.

However, there were too many obstacles, which severely obstructed his view.

He kept adjusting the angle of his sniper scope, searching from different directions, but he couldn't see the target.

"Razor? Razor!" the falcon called anxiously, but there was only deathly silence on the communication channel, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

He knew that the situation had become extremely bad, and his teammates had likely met with misfortune.

But as a well-trained sniper, he cannot panic; he must remain calm.

He Yuzhu approached the falcon little by little, and finally he saw the outline of the mound of earth where the falcon was hiding, as well as the sniper rifle barrel protruding from the ruins.

He Yuzhu did not rush to launch an attack, but patiently waited for the best opportunity.

He knew that a top sniper like the Falcon could alert him with the slightest movement, potentially ruining his mission.

Suddenly, a night breeze blew by, dispersing some of the smoke. The Falcon's gun barrel moved, no longer pointing in He Yuzhu's direction.

He Yuzhu seized this fleeting opportunity and charged out like a cheetah.

"Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat!" The AK-47 spat out angry tongues of fire, bullets raining down on the falcon's hiding place.

The moment the falcon heard the gunshot, it knew something was wrong and instinctively tried to take cover.

However, He Yuzhu's shooting angle was extremely tricky, and the dense bullets blocked all possible ways for him to dodge.

Several bullets struck the falcon precisely. He grunted, his body jolted, and the sniper rifle flew from his hand.

He struggled to grab the gun and fight back, but He Yuzhu didn't give him the chance.

He Yuzhu quickly approached the falcon, and his AK-47 spat fire again, firing another burst of bullets at the falcon.

The falcon's body trembled violently from the impact of the bullets, and finally collapsed helplessly in the ruins, never to move again.

He Yuzhu walked to the falcon, cautiously observed the surroundings, and only put away his AK-47 after confirming that there were no other threats.

He looked at the corpse on the ground, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "What a troublesome opponent."

He then gathered all the equipment for the squad, left the dilapidated village, and strode quickly toward the depths of the demilitarized zone.

A few days later, in Hanoi, North, within the city limits.

As the capital of the Northern Monkeys, the level of vigilance there far exceeds that of other regions.

He Yuzhu was wearing a worn-out, stained uniform as a city sanitation worker, pushing a stolen, dilapidated garbage cart as he moved through the intricate backstreets and alleys filled with stench and the smells of daily life.

His destination was an inconspicuous courtyard of bungalows behind the city archives—according to an inconspicuous address in the appendix of that top-secret file, this was one of the "safe houses" of Colonel Do Van Hoa, the head of the Fourth Division of the Hanoi Security Department, where he often interrogated "special" prisoners privately or stored documents that were not suitable for public release.

After the daytime reconnaissance was completed, He Yuzhu began his operation after nightfall.

The courtyard wall is not high, but it is equipped with an electric fence.

But for He Yuzhu, all he needed was a ladder and a piece of tarpaulin.

Dressed as a monkey soldier with his face covered in paint, he scaled the courtyard wall, climbed down the ladder, and made no sound.

There were guards inside the courtyard; two black-clad guards with pistols tucked into their waistbands were smoking and dozing in the gatehouse.

The lights were on in the bungalow, and the faint sounds of a man's harsh shouts and a woman's suppressed sobs could be heard.

He Yuzhu's eyes turned cold. He went around to the back of the house and entered the kitchen through the window.

The kitchen was filled with the smell of food and a faint odor of blood.

Through the crack in the kitchen door leading to the inner room, He Yuzhu saw a bloated, uniformed colonel (whose photo clearly showed Du Wenhe) roaring at several bound figures huddled in the corner: "Speak! Who else are you in contact with? Who is your leader? Speak!"

Although He Yuzhu's commotion was not loud, just as the two alert guards outside the door heard the unusual noise and were about to draw their guns and turn around, two poisoned military daggers were driven into their backs with two "thuds!"
They collapsed to the ground without even uttering a sound.

The commotion startled Du Wenhe, who whirled around and reached for his waist: "Who?!"

He was met with a whistling 9mm warhead!

He Yuzhu's Glock 17 (Shun Lai, Da Nang Base) spewed flames!

boom!
The bullet tore through the air and struck Du Wenhe, whose cerebellum was atrophied, squarely in the forehead!

The red and white objects exploded on the back wall in an instant. The henchman, whose hands were stained with the blood of innocent compatriots, fell backward with disbelief in his eyes, never seeing who was taking his life.

The crying and shouting inside the house stopped abruptly, leaving only terrified sobs.

He Yuzhu quickly searched and found a locked metal filing cabinet next to where Du Wen and the body had fallen.

He Yuzhu didn't have time to unlock it, so he directly put the entire cabinet, along with any evidence that might be inside, into his storage space.

He walked to the corner of the wall and used his dagger to cut the ropes binding the prisoners, all of whom were men and women with bruised and swollen faces, clearly having been severely beaten.

He didn't say anything, but simply tossed Du Wen, a bottle of water, and a piece of fruit from the table to them.

"Thank you," a man who seemed to be in charge said, his voice trembling.

He Yuzhu coldly replied, "A 'big gift' will be delivered to this house in a few minutes. Run for your life."

The people were so frightened that they scrambled to run away.

He Yuzhu lit a short fuse of plastic explosive and threw it on Du Wenhe's body. Then he quickly climbed out of the back window and disappeared into the night.

A few minutes after he left, a loud "boom!" rang out, and the house was completely reduced to rubble amidst flames and thick smoke.

He Yuzhu continued in Hanoi for the next few days.

Using the seized standard identification documents (forged with spatial materials to imitate the samples in Du Wenhe's office drawer, crude but enough to fool people for a short time) and the equipment in the space, he accurately tracked the whereabouts of his next target—Ruan Wubai.

Soft Forces is a newly emerging hardliner in the military, who views the military as the greatest threat and has implemented a series of ruthless actions within the military.

He usually stayed in a highly guarded divisional headquarters compound on the western outskirts of Hanoi, and his whereabouts were kept secret.

He Yuzhu overheard an important piece of information: Ruan Wubai had recently suffered a relapse of his old lung ailment and needed a special herbal formula for treatment. This highly effective herbal remedy could only be obtained from an elderly Chinese traditional medicine doctor called "Yongchuntang," located in the Old Quarter of Hanoi (near the Old Quarter of the Thirty-Six Streets). Every few days, Ruan Wubai would secretly go there to collect the medicine himself at dusk.

This was a golden opportunity, and He Yuzhu began scouting the location.

Three days later at dusk, on the ancient street where "Yongchun Hall" is located.

A black Volga sedan without any markings was parked quietly in the shadows of the alley diagonally opposite, with four plainclothes guards scanning the surroundings warily.

Ruan Wubai, dressed in plain clothes and accompanied by a personal adjutant, strode into the "Yongchun Hall," which was filled with the smell of medicine.

A minute later, He Yuzhu appeared behind the two guards who were leaning against the back of the car smoking.

Tiny syringes coated with a potent nerve-numbing agent were plunged into the exposed back of their necks!

The two men froze, collapsing to the ground without uttering a sound.

The two guards at the front of the car seemed to notice the commotion behind them and turned around abruptly!
They were met with two poisoned daggers.

puff!puff!
Their eyes were wide open as they fell straight down.

The whole process took less than ten seconds; the slight thud of the body falling to the ground was drowned out by the hustle and bustle of the ancient street at dusk.

Inside the pharmacy, Ruan Wubai had just received the packaged medicine and was about to leave the counter.

"Creak—" The heavy wooden door of the pharmacy was pushed open.

Bathed in the setting sun, a "cleaner" with his hat pulled low appeared at the door.

The cart behind them was half full of garbage.

The adjutant immediately stepped forward warily: "What are you doing? Get out!"

The "cleaner" looked up, revealing a face covered in greasepaint.

"enemy"

"Bang! Bang!"

Ruan Wubai and his adjutant both had their heads blown off!
He Yuzhu turned and rushed out of the pharmacy, crashing into the terrified and chaotic crowd outside, and instantly disappeared into the throng.

Two people died in succession, and martial law was declared in Hanoi.

But He Yuzhu's actions did not stop there. Two days later, a black Volga sedan started up on a street in Hanoi, and then, "Boom!!!"

The car and its occupants were blown to pieces; the person sitting inside was Fan Cengdong.

"Attack! Attack!"

"Save the commander! Quickly!"

"Street blockade! No one is allowed to leave!"

Sharp whistles, terrified cries, soldiers' shouts, and chaotic footsteps filled the streets.

Meanwhile, He Yuzhu, in a high-rise building five or six blocks away, put away his binoculars, changed his clothes, and quietly went downstairs.

The last prey on the list is in Hanoi—Ven bear.

After several days of eavesdropping and reconnaissance, He Yuzhu was able to roughly determine the guy's location. Wen Gou Xiong, as the hardline enforcer in charge of Hanoi's defense, had hidden in the underground fortified command center after being assassinated in Fan Ceng Dong.

He Yuzhu had no intention of launching a full-scale attack there.
That would be tantamount to suicide.

But He Yuzhu believes that even the strongest fortress has its Achilles' heel—people.

According to the intelligence obtained by He Yuzhu, Wen Gou Xiong has a habit: the greater the pressure, the more he needs to "relax".

He was keeping a mistress at a secluded hot spring villa in the suburbs of Hanoi. This was a piece of "gossip" that He Yuzhu accidentally caught while eavesdropping on casual conversations among low-ranking personnel within a certain bureau.

With Hanoi in turmoil, the monkeys must be on high alert. But given Weng Xiong's status and personality, once he's sure he's safe for the time being, he'll probably sneak off to that "gentle haven" in the dead of night to seek a moment's respite.

This is a weakness of human nature, and also the opportunity He Yuzhu was waiting for to deliver the fatal blow.

He needs time, and he also needs a safe observation point.

A bell tower of an abandoned Catholic church near the Red River in the western suburbs of Hanoi.

The view from here is excellent; one can vaguely see the direction of the underground command center and also monitor the suburban road leading to that hot spring villa.

More importantly, this place is remote and desolate enough that almost no one sets foot here.

At night, He Yuzhu climbed the mottled stone wall covered with vines and squeezed into the clock tower through the broken stained glass window. The dust inside made him sneeze, and he walked carefully up the rotten wooden stairs.

He chose to hide behind a stone window with a good view on the middle floor of the clock tower, concealing himself with a tattered curtain.

He Yuzhu retrieved a high-powered telescope and a low-light night vision device from his spatial storage and began waiting for his prey to appear.

The target did not appear for three consecutive days.

It wasn't until 9 p.m. on the fourth day that He Yuzhu saw car lights on the suburban road. In the previous days, there would have been no vehicles on the road at this time.

He Yuzhu perked up and quickly used night vision goggles and binoculars to look, but unfortunately, the night vision goggles had a very short viewing distance.

Two vehicles, the lead one being a GAZ-69 jeep with a machine gun mounted on its roof.

Following closely behind was a black Volga sedan with its windows closed.

The two vehicles were not traveling fast, and were clearly driving cautiously.

As the convoy approached firing range, He Yuzhu took a deep breath, adjusted his body to the optimal firing position, rested the butt of his M21 semi-automatic sniper rifle against his shoulder, and saw the green world through his night vision goggles with unparalleled clarity.

The GAZ-69 was the first to enter the curve, its headlights sweeping across the fruit trees and earthen slopes on both sides.

Just as the front of the car was about to turn out of the bend and the side of the car was completely exposed to He Yuzhu's gun!
"Bang, bang, bang!"

The jeep driver's head slumped down, and the passenger and the gunman were also shot in the head.

The jeep lost control, wobbled, and crashed headfirst into a fruit tree by the roadside before coming to a stop, its engine still idling.

"Crench--!"

The Volga sedan behind them braked suddenly!

With a "whoosh," the driver shifted into reverse, and the vehicles rapidly reversed.

"Bang!" The car's left front tire was smashed.

"Bang!" The right front tire was also blown out.

"Bang!" The Volga car driver's head exploded like a watermelon! Blood and brain matter splattered onto the car window!
"Get out of the car! Get out of the car now!" the guard roared, firing back with his pistol.

"boom!"

One guard's chest exploded in a burst of blood, and the last remaining guard cried out in terror, "Sir! Quickly..."

"boom!"

The bullet pierced his body directly, and with its momentum undiminished, it plunged into the back of the car!
Inside the car, a slightly overweight man dressed in a high-ranking military officer's civilian uniform was leaning over the back of the front seat.

"Bang, bang, bang!" "Boom!" "Ah!"

The car's fuel tank exploded and caught fire, and then a human-shaped fireball shot out of the car.

"Bang!" The fireball fell to the ground.

He Yuzhu packed his things, quickly descended the clock tower, and disappeared into the night.

In the distance, the roar of engines and the sirens of reinforcement vehicles speeding towards them could already be heard.

All targets in Hanoi on the list have now been eliminated!
Only one name remained—Pham Hung, Deputy Minister of National Defense, who had already left Hanoi.

He Yuzhu only found a little bit of useful information: a secret operation codenamed "Iron Curtain," located at a top-secret base in a northern border province of the Northern Monkey Kingdom.

North Monkey, on the northern border, deep in the Huanglian Mountains.

The vast mountains, like giant, dark green waves, rolled in the thick clouds and mist.

He Yuzhu moved like a monkey through the almost impassable primeval jungle and steep cliffs.

Slippery moss, tangled vines, and lurking poisonous insects could not stop him.

Two weeks later, a huge, deliberately disguised mountain valley appeared in He Yuzhu's telescope field of vision.

Even from several kilometers away, with his experience and keen eyesight, he could see the unusual features in this area.

The vegetation cover appears natural, but the distribution of some tall trees is too regular, forming a natural barrier and lookout point.

Along the ridgeline, behind several cleverly camouflaged rock crevices, one can vaguely see metallic reflections—like those from a high-powered telescope or periscope.

In the air, besides the scent of damp earth and plants, there was also a faint smell of diesel exhaust.

The only simple dirt road leading to the mountain valley is blocked by numerous checkpoints several kilometers away from the entrance.

Sandbag fortifications, barbed wire, minefield warning signs, and a sentry post equipped with a DShK heavy machine gun.

The patrol team, with large wolfhounds on leashes, patrolled back and forth along a fixed route.

The level of security is far greater than in Hanoi.

“This is it.” A cold glint flashed in He Yuzhu’s eyes.

Instead of rushing closer, he retreated into the deeper jungle and established an observation post in a secluded cave overlooking the entrance to the valley.

Over the next few days, he observed and recorded every detail of the base.

He discovered that the base had extremely limited contact with the outside world.

Supply vehicles enter very infrequently, usually late at night or before dawn.

Each entry requires strict checks at least three checkpoints: under-vehicle inspection mirrors, document verification, and even random checks during unloading.

The patrol team's shift change time is precise, the route is fixed, and there are almost no blind spots.

What's even more troublesome are those wolfhounds, which have a keen sense of smell and are extremely sensitive to the scent of strangers.

A direct assault? Even with his spatial abilities, facing this level of defensive depth and firepower density would be tantamount to suicide.

Infiltrating? The minefields on the outskirts, the ubiquitous patrols, and the military dogs are huge obstacles.

"Perhaps... I could make use of those 'old friends'? I wonder if they've recovered yet?" He Yuzhu muttered to himself.

He Yuzhu quickly retreated towards the outside of the mountain.

Once he was out of the mountains and a certain distance away, he took out an AN/PRC-77 radio and tuned it to the emergency communication frequency commonly used by Delta Force.

He began to call out in English:

"Eagle's Nest! Eagle's Nest! This is the 'Wanderer'! Emergency report! Emergency report!"

After a brief buzzing of electrical interference, a calm but slightly puzzled voice responded: "'Wanderer'? Your callsign not recognized. Who are you?"

"So there weren't any wanderers after all? What a mistake!"

"Who are you, and why do you know about our encrypted channel?"

"***You guys had a blast bombing, didn't you? And you had a blast bombing F877 too!" He Yuzhu said with a smile.

"FK, you're a ghost! You're trying to use us again? No way!"

"I have a much bigger goal here, are you really not interested?"

"FK, do you think I'd believe that?"

"Then you should ask your superior if he knows about the 'Iron Curtain'."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the radio, broken only by the hissing of the electricity.

About 30 seconds later, the calm voice rang out again, but this time with a hint of excitement: "'Ghost'? Are you sure you're talking about 'Iron Curtain'?"

He Yuzhu continued with a hint of mockery, "There's a big toy hidden inside belonging to your old friend."

He deliberately spoke vaguely, yet pointed out the key element—the threat.

He knew these keywords were enough to touch the bald eagle's most sensitive nerves.

"How can we trust you, 'Wanderer,' or rather, 'Ghost'?"

Believe it or not, it's up to you, but time waits for no one!

"Give me half an hour, I'll contact you in half an hour!"

"No problem." After saying that, He Yuzhu cut off the communication. He wasn't afraid of the enemy coming to bomb him; there wasn't enough time to fly over.

However, he still put away the radio and quickly moved to another location.

The Northern Monkeys must also have radio monitoring equipment; leaving it in one place isn't safe.

At a forward tactical command center (TOC) of the United States stationed in South Monkey, hundreds of kilometers away, the atmosphere instantly became tense.

The communications officer presented the communications record to the senior officer on duty—Colonel William Hackett.

Hackett was one of the top leaders of Delta Force's operations in the Monkey Kingdom, codenamed "Thor".

His face was ashen, and his hawk-like gaze swept over the record.

“'Ghost'...it’s him again!” Hackett slammed his fist on the tactical map platform, causing the markers on it to shake.

"Jansen's team was almost completely wiped out, and he might also have been responsible for the massive destruction at the Da Nang base. How dare he contact us?"

In fact, the name "Ghost" has become the number one kill target for the Bald Eagle Special Operations Forces.

"The radio station's coordinates are located in the Huanglian Mountains of Beihou." The intelligence officer quickly marked the radio station's location on the map. "Our reconnaissance aircraft rarely venture into this area, and satellite images are blurry, but there are signs of high-intensity air defense and electronic shielding, which matches the characteristics of a high-value target. Code name 'Iron Curtain'... There is no direct match in our database, but the Russians have indeed been conducting unusually frequent clandestine activities in the northern part of Beihou recently."

“'Iron Curtain'…” Hackett chewed on the word, his eyes sharpening. “'Iron Curtain' missile base? Radar station? Or something even more dangerous?” He looked at the intelligence officer. “Can you confirm the veracity of the 'Ghost' intelligence?”

"I cannot confirm directly, sir."

"What if it's a trap? We've already lost a lot of planes, and we can't afford to lose any more now."

"Haven't we learned our lesson from Jason? This 'ghost' is cunning and ruthless. He's like a viper in the jungle, knowing exactly how to lure his prey."

"Then we refuse?" the operations staff officer asked.

“Refuse?” Hackett sneered, walking to the massive war zone map and pointing heavily at the area where He Yuzhu’s radio signal was. “No! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! First, ‘Ghost’ has revealed himself! Second, his ‘Iron Curtain,’ whether real or fake, is worth investigating! If it’s real, destroying it will be of great strategic significance! If it’s a trap…” A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, “…then we’ll play along and crush this viper and his trap together!”

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