Republic of China: Ace Pilot

Chapter 534 Military Intelligence Bureau Attack, Covert Sniping

After activating his mechanical perception ability and X-ray vision, Fang Wen saw the situation in the room through the X-ray vision of the TV camera helmet.

People were active in different rooms.

Some were operating radios to transmit messages, while others were writing at their desks; they were all busy at work.

In the east wing, Fang Wen saw the person in question.

The reason I concluded that he was the person in charge was based on the attitudes of the other people in the room towards him.

A middle-aged man in a silk robe stood with his back to the window, while two servants in black stood three steps behind him with their hands at their sides.

Across from him, a subordinate was handing over documents and saying something.

Unfortunately, there weren't any sensitive and compact wireless eavesdropping devices available, so Fang Wen didn't know what they were talking about.

Just then, Fang Wen felt a sudden tightness in his chest.

The man turned around.

Its appearance seems to resemble the dog's photo somewhat.

But the brown wart on the left eyebrow doesn't seem to match up.

Fang Wen, who had never met the notorious traitor Wang Jingwei, could not confirm this.

He continued to input energy and kept observing the situation in the east wing.

A painting of snow-covered Mount Fuji hangs on the north wall of the side room. The frame is removed to reveal a safe with a combination lock.
On the desk on the west side, there were documents written in a mixture of Chinese and Japanese.

A piece of paper lay open in the center of the table, titled "Outline of the New Government Organization," but it contained no content yet.

At this moment, a woman in a cheongsam opened the lattice door and came in carrying a tray containing syringes and medicine.

Wang sat down, and the woman rolled up her sleeves to reveal her arm, preparing to give an injection.

Fang Wen noticed multiple needle marks and bruises on Wang's arm, clearly indicating frequent drug injections.

Fang Wen remembered something: Wang seemed to have a severe case of diabetes. Insulin existed in this era, but it was very precious and required multiple injections a day due to purity issues.

Could it be that this person really is Wang?!
He then withdrew his supernatural power and took out the Taishan walkie-talkie to make a call.

"The wine grapes are calling for the anti-traitor squad."

A hissing sound came from the walkie-talkie, followed by a response a moment later.

"Received by the anti-traitor team."

"I have a question. Does the dog have some kind of strange illness that requires daily injections?"

“We read relevant intelligence reports when we were in Yan’an. He had diabetes and indeed needed to get injections every day. The medicine he used came from an American pharmaceutical company. It was not only expensive, but also difficult to store and required low-temperature storage.”

"So, do you think they'll carry the medication with them?"

"Probably not. If it's at room temperature, the medicine might lose its effectiveness."

The conversation with the anti-traitor team gave Fang Wen an idea.

Refrigerators exist today, but due to technological limitations, they are large and bulky.

Wang made a last-minute decision to come to Hong Kong; there was no way he had prepared in advance.

If he wants to store medications at low temperatures, he needs to find a hospital with the capability to store such medications and then get a day's supply for himself to inject when needed.

He continued, "Go tell Eagle and the others to check if they've sent anyone to the hospital recently. Also, send someone to ask around at the hospital to find out which hospitals have refrigerators."

"What do you mean?"

"Since the injectable medication for treating diabetes needs to be stored at low temperatures, and his place of residence does not have the necessary conditions, it is very likely that it is being kept at the hospital."

"understood."

Inside the assassination squad's residence, the squad members and local underground party members who were cooperating with the operation were preparing for the afternoon's action.

Their plan was to stage an attack in the afternoon to frighten Wang, giving them an opportunity to assassinate him once he left his residence.

But now, the situation has changed.

Pan Suhuai put down the walkie-talkie and told Eagle, who was also in the room, about the situation.

After listening, Eagle slapped his thigh: "I understand. As long as we find the hospital that stores his medicine and cut off his medication, he still won't be able to stay in the house."

The magpie agreed, saying, "This method might be more effective than a direct attack."

Bai Ge, however, had a different idea: "If we put a deadly poison in the medicine and then inject it, this traitor will definitely die."

The shrike nodded: "It's a bit too easy for him to die like that, but it's definitely a good idea. Leave it to me, I'll go ask the people at the hospital."

She went straight out, looking decisive and efficient.

The others waited, depending on what the shrike found out.

Inside the HSBC building.

Gong Xiuneng diligently completed the double cleaning work, and no one noticed that one of the two cleaners was missing.

Meanwhile, Fang Wen began assembling weapons in the storage room on the 6th floor, east wing.

The sniper rifle he brought had an extra silencer on the barrel, and the bullets were also specially made. These 7.62mm steel-plated copper-jacketed lead-core bullets had a relatively high muzzle velocity and an effective range of 1000 meters. They were special bullets made by the Taishan Bullet Factory itself.

Install the silencer and scope, and check the magazine, trigger, and safety.

Then, Fang Wen took out a metal tripod and set it up in front of the window.

Place the sniper rifle on its stand with the muzzle extending out of the round hole in the window and the scope pointing upwards through the round hole. This allows you to aim.

However, the area below is barely visible in the 4x scope's field of view.

The 4x scope was still not enough, so Fang Wen had no choice but to continue wearing the TV camera helmet and activate his superpower.

Using his supernatural ability to see through objects, he controlled the angle of the gun barrel, aiming it at the target in the west wing below.

Although he had aimed correctly, Fang Wen did not pull the trigger.

After all, this is through a wall. When a 7.62mm steel-plated copper-jacketed lead-core bullet hits a wall, it will be compressed at high speed, and even if it penetrates the wall, it will lose its power.

Therefore, even if he knew the target's location, even if it was him, he would wait for the target to appear before firing.

Time passed slowly, and Fang Wen remained in sniping mode.

At that moment, he could understand the tedious process of a sniper waiting for the best shooting opportunity.

The long period of silent waiting was all for the sake of that one bullet hitting its mark.

Now it all depends on the progress of the anti-traitor team.

About an hour and a half later, the walkie-talkie transmitted a call signal.

Fang Wen bent down, picked up the walkie-talkie, and started the call.

Sound is coming from the device.

"We've found the hospital where the medicine is stored. We're going to change our plans and add poison to the medicine."

That would be a solution that solves the problem once and for all.

Fang Wen also thought it was good.

However, he did not give up on the surveillance from below.

After all, as long as Wang dared to leave the room and appear in the yard, he was confident that he could shoot him in the head and end this anti-traitor operation ahead of time.

Therefore, he continued to wait silently by the window for the rest of the time.

Two more hours passed.

There was a knock on the door.

Fang Wen did not panic.

He got up, walked to the door, took out his pistol, and stood it upright beside the door, waiting.

A voice came from outside the door: "Commander, it's noon."

At noon, Fang Wen and Gong Xiuneng had to go back to the General Affairs Section to report for duty and have lunch, so as not to arouse the suspicion of the fat section chief.

He opened the door, took the tools from Gong Xiuneng, and went downstairs together.

Inside the General Affairs Section, the chubby section chief was nagging as he had yesterday: "You two are quite diligent. Keep doing this from now on. With me here, you won't go hungry. By the way, did you bring any food for lunch today?" Fang Wen took out an oil paper package: "Yes, sticky rice wrapped with vegetables."

These were all snacks I bought from vendors in the morning to stave off hunger. They weren't expensive, but they tasted pretty good.

After having lunch with Gong Xiuneng, he volunteered to continue cleaning.

Such dedication brought a smile to the face of the portly section chief.

"Go ahead. Work is work, but you need to know how to slack off and not overwork yourself."

After the two left the General Affairs Department, Fang Wen immediately went upstairs, where Gong Xiuneng stood guard and kept watch, while he opened the door and went inside.

Then, they resumed sniping.

It was already afternoon, and there was still no opportunity to shoot.

Because the afternoon attack was canceled and the hospital visit was rescheduled for the evening, Fang Wen felt that there was basically no chance today.

Unless the Military Intelligence Bureau also launches an attack today.

Fang Wen's heart stirred, and he turned his gaze to the buildings and streets beside him.

Pedestrians came and went on the street, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

The courtyard where Wang lived had one side facing the street, and it had a front shop and back yard structure.

Therefore, the shop on the street is the entrance.

The people in the shop must have been replaced by Wang's men.

There were even plainclothes officers lurking nearby.

Could the Kuomintang agents also be lurking nearby, waiting to take action?

Fang Wen adjusted the output of his special ability and continued to observe through the perspective of the TV camera helmet.

Through his supernatural ability to see through things, he could clearly see the situation inside the shop—the shelves had been emptied, and several men in plainclothes stood behind the counter, their waists bulging, clearly concealing weapons. They were constantly peering through the windows at the street, extremely vigilant.

On the second floor of a teahouse across the street, a man wearing a top hat was leisurely sipping tea, but his gaze never left the direction of the shop. Fang Wen noticed that his right hand remained under the table, as if he were holding something.

"People from the Military Intelligence Bureau?" Fang Wen's heart skipped a beat, and he continued to scan his surroundings.

A rickshaw driver leaned lazily against his rickshaw not far away, but his eyes were unusually sharp; a cigarette vendor on the street corner seemed indifferent, but he kept glancing at his shop; there was even a man in a suit standing by the roadside reading a newspaper, but his peripheral vision was scanning the surroundings.

There's no clear distinction between friend and foe here; it creates a tense atmosphere.

It seems the Military Intelligence Bureau is going to make a move today.

Half an hour later, at 2 p.m., a commotion suddenly broke out on the street, and pedestrians hurriedly made way for each other.

A black sedan sped up and screeched to a halt in front of the shop. The door opened, and several Kuomintang agents armed with submachine guns rushed out and opened fire immediately into the shop!
Gunfire erupted suddenly, and chaos instantly ensued on the street.

The plainclothes agents inside the shop reacted swiftly, immediately drawing their guns and returning fire, while outside on the street, a chaotic battle raged.

The Kuomintang agent who was "drinking tea" suddenly overturned the table, pulled out a pistol from under the table, and fired at the second-floor window of the shop; the rickshaw driver pulled out a weapon from under his seat; even the cigarette vendor dropped his basket, took out a grenade, pulled the fuse, and threw it directly at the shop's main entrance!
The man reading the newspaper, along with several seemingly normal passersby, suddenly launched an attack on the Military Intelligence Bureau.

The two sides fought fiercely both inside and outside the house.

But the Military Intelligence Bureau was unable to break through the defenses.

In the distance, police whistles sounded, but officers only dared to watch from afar and dared not approach. Only the British troops stationed in Hong Kong could intervene in this situation.

"boom!"

The shockwave from the explosion shattered the windows of nearby shops, sending thick smoke billowing into the air.

Fang Wen saw through the sniper scope that the guards inside the mansion had also been alerted, and several bodyguards in black rushed to the front yard, attempting to reinforce the shop.

He picked up the walkie-talkie and contacted the anti-traitor team.

"The Military Intelligence Bureau has launched an attack. I will look for an opportunity to snipe him. If I succeed, I need you to find out if he is dead and what his true identity is. If there is no opportunity, the plan will proceed as scheduled tonight."

After the call ended, Fang Wen continued to aim his gun.

The attack by the Military Intelligence Bureau couldn't be that simple, could it?

Fang Wen judged that this was just the Military Intelligence Bureau creating chaos, and the real killing move had not yet been revealed.

Sure enough, just as the firefight was at its most intense, a man carrying a briefcase hurriedly ran toward the side wall of the house.

After the man reached the wall, he immediately changed his panicked demeanor, took out a bundle of explosives from his briefcase, placed it directly in the corner of the wall, and lit the fuse.

Moments later, an explosion occurred, and smoke billowed into the air.

A hole had been blown open in the side wall.

The Kuomintang commando team lying in ambush nearby immediately rushed in, and gunfire and shouts of killing erupted instantly in the courtyard.

Fang Wen quickly aimed his gun at the target. With his supernatural ability to see through things, he saw people coming out of the east wing and exchanging fire with the Kuomintang agents.

Meanwhile, the person they were targeting in the west wing paced back and forth inside, showing no intention of leaving.

Because he was worried about the fighting outside, he deliberately stayed away from the window and retreated to the back of the house.

This position provided Fang Wen with an excellent shooting angle. As long as the bullet passed through the side ventilation window and pierced the screen, it could hit the target.

The side ventilation windows are open, and the screen is made of wood, offering far less support than a wall, making it absolutely capable of penetrating and inflicting fatal damage on the target.

Fang Wen felt he could fire.

Even if it misses, the enemy will only suspect it's a stray bullet from the Military Intelligence Bureau, so there's no need to worry about exposing your sniping position.

He slightly moved the gun, aiming the muzzle at the target's temple, and pulled the trigger.

The gunshot was suppressed by the silencer, only producing a dull "thud".

The bullet sliced ​​through the air, entered the side window, and instantly struck the screen.

The screen shattered instantly, and the bullet struck the target's temple.

However, just as the bullet was about to hit the target, the target suddenly turned to the side. The bullet grazed his temple, leaving a bloody mark, before embedding itself deeply in the wall.

I messed up!
Fang Wen was taken aback; fighting with a sniper rifle was not as effective as strafing with a machine gun from an airplane.

Having grown accustomed to the wide-ranging, sweeping combat style in the air, he gained a new understanding of the importance of precise aiming.

Even the smallest mishap could cause the operation to fail.

Now, the target has fallen to the ground, crawling into a corner and curling up, having lost the chance to fire a second shot.

He sighed, regretting that such a valuable opportunity had been wasted.

Then, we continued to observe.

The Kuomintang's forces, unable to break through, lost all their momentum in the ensuing battle.

With British sailors arriving in military vehicles, the military intelligence agents decisively abandoned their operation and left the scene.

It seems there's no chance today.

He put the gun away and sealed the two round holes in the glass window.

He then opened the door and left.

The Kuomintang's attack failed, and Fang Wen's covert sniping also failed.

Disheartened, Fang Wen and Gong Xiuneng returned to the bar after work.

As soon as the cellar door was closed, the noise outside immediately disappeared.

He sat on the bed, recalling the events of the day.

It was my own mistake.

Overconfidence in his superpowers led him to fail to execute a follow-up shot after the initial failed attempt.

That's why I missed this opportunity.

Fortunately, the target was not found.

Now that the Military Intelligence Bureau has failed, let's see if the Anti-Traitor Team has a chance.

If that doesn't work, I'll have to find a way to snipe the target tomorrow no matter what.

(End of this chapter)