Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

At 10 p.m., Chen Mo leaned against the headboard, his laptop resting on his lap as he browsed other computer technologies.

A red notification popped up in the lower right corner, indicating that an encrypted message destined for the United States had been intercepted.

Chen Mo opened the message; it contained only two sentences.

Ye Jingge will personally lead a team to engage in a direct confrontation with Indian troops soon. Seize the opportunity and kill him.

He squinted and tapped the touchpad twice with his fingertips.

This information was relayed through three layers of intermediaries and used a dedicated encrypted channel, clearly indicating that it was an insider passing a knife overseas.

Without wasting words, he immediately switched to the tracking program, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

The IP address jumps back and forth between several provinces and cities in the country, going around in circles.

Chen Mo remained calm and peeled away the layers of disguise one by one, finally pinpointing the coordinates two minutes later.

Upon closer inspection, the landing point is in the core area of ​​Beijing, just two streets away from the Ye family compound.

This location is inhabited by high-ranking officials from across the country… perhaps Ye Jingge knows this.

Chen Mo picked up his phone and dialed Ye Jingge's number, asking him to come over.

Less than five minutes later, the door was pushed open.

Ye Jingge was dressed in his training uniform, his body covered in sweat.

"Mr. Chen, is there any movement in Beijing?"

Ye Jingge wiped his face and strode forward.

Chen Mo didn't say anything, but turned the laptop around so the screen was facing him.

Ye Jingge bent down, his gaze first sweeping over the two lines of text, and his brows immediately furrowed into a knot.

When he scrolled down and saw the location on the map, he froze, as if struck by lightning.

Ye Jingge stared intently at the coordinates on the map, and the color drained from his face, leaving him as white as paper from his ears to his cheeks.

He opened his mouth, his throat bobbed several times, before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence, his voice hoarse.

"This location... is the Jiang family's compound!"

After saying that, he fell silent.

I stood there stiffly, staring at the screen, my head buzzing.

What is the significance of the Jiang family?

A top-tier family that can stand on equal footing with his uncle and compete with him at the highest-level meetings.

Border defense deployments, troop movements, core research and development—they hold countless crucial secrets in their hands.

This family actually colluded with the Black House in the United States and even tried to use foreign forces to kill him!

Did the Jiang family betray the country in the past and leak core state secrets to the Black Palace?

The thought sent a chill down his spine!

Ye Jingge's fists clenched slowly, his knuckles turning white, and even his breathing trembled slightly.

A surge of anger shot from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, burning my chest with a dull, aching pain.

"Are they crazy?!"

He gritted his teeth, squeezing out the words through his clenched teeth.

"To bring down the Ye family, they'd even sell out the country?"

Chen Mo leaned back in his chair and looked at him calmly.

"Once you die, the Ye family will lose a capable successor, and when your uncle takes over, it will be like losing an arm."

"The Jiang family doesn't have to shed a drop of blood. They use the Indians to kill people. Deaths in border conflicts are only natural. Even if the Ye family suspects something afterward, they have no evidence and can't do anything to the Jiang family."

"A highly profitable business, if you were in the Jiang family's shoes, would you do it?"

Ye Jingge suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot.

"To trample on moral principles for a little bit of power?"

"That position has more than just a little power! As long as the benefits are big enough, the bottom line is willing to be crossed."

Chen Mo took the notebook.

"But they never dreamed that I would intercept this message."

Ye Jingge was startled, his chest heaving violently a few times.

The shock in his eyes slowly subsided, replaced by an overwhelming chill.

In past border conflicts, many young soldiers fell, without even leaving a last word.

The higher-ups always say we should exercise restraint and consider the overall situation.

He endured it time and time again, watching the other side cross the border to provoke trouble, watching the soldiers return wounded, he could only clench his fists and suppress his anger.

Now people are putting knives to his neck, and they're even handing him knives from his own people.

Screw it.

"In the past, during border clashes, we made concessions and exercised restraint repeatedly."

Ye Jingge's voice was low, but it carried a fierce edge.

"Our soldiers died at the hands of the enemy, and we could only carry their bodies back. Even seeking justice required us to be cautious and hesitant."

"This time they want my life, fine."

He took half a step forward, his eyes sharp.

"Let them come! No matter how many come, I'll kill them all!"

Chen Mo looked at him like this and the corner of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.

"Killing isn't enough."

He opened the program's background.

"I'll add some ingredients for them."

Ye Jingge leaned closer, staring at the screen.

Two days later, at 4 a.m., Ye Jingge personally led 200 men across the border from Gala Pass to launch a surprise attack on an Indian army outpost, avenging the soldiers who died the previous month.

After typing the last word, Chen Mo's fingertip hovered over the send button.

"This message was sent to the Black Palace via the Jiang family's channel, and since India is America's lackey, the Black Palace will most likely forward it to India."

Chen Mo looked up at him.

"Imagine, they're deep in enemy territory, and the time, location, and troop strength are all clearly stated. If you were India, wouldn't you take action?"

Ye Jingge stared at the screen, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

This isn't just feeding kills to the enemy team; it's digging a bottomless pit for the Indians, waiting for them to jump right in.

The Jiang family wanted to use someone else to do their dirty work, so they went along with it, luring out the enemy's main force and wiping them out in one fell swoop.

Not only will we be able to wipe out the enemy's elite forces, but we'll also make the Jiang family suffer a loss they can't bear to hear.

The intelligence they provided resulted in the complete annihilation of the Indian army, and the Black Palace immediately sought revenge against the Jiang family.

Chen Mo tapped the send button and closed his laptop.

"Go back and lead the soldiers to continue training. Tomorrow we'll find the traitor, and the day after tomorrow we'll make the final preparations."

"it is good."

Ye Jingge said only one word, decisively, and turned to walk out the door.

The message has been sent; now we just have to wait for the Indians to take the bait.

Chen Mo leaned back in his chair, lit a cigarette, and waited quietly for any movement from the Black Palace.

Faster than he expected, in less than an hour, the program suddenly jumped and captured an encrypted satellite phone call made from the Black House.

Chen Mo put on his headphones and pressed the record button.

The first thing I heard through the headphones was a deep, arrogant American English voice.

"Ye Jingge, the son of General Ye Changguo of China, will cross the border from Gala Pass at 4:00 AM two days from now, leading 200 men to attack you. This is the best opportunity to eliminate him. Use your numerical advantage to ensure his death."

Then came another voice, thick with the smell of curry, and with a fawning tone.

"Don't worry, sir! We'll arrange two thousand men immediately! Among them are two hundred Black Cat Special Forces soldiers, our most elite unit. We guarantee they'll all die on Gala Mountain!"

The Black Palace paused for a moment, then added a sentence.

"They are skilled in hand-to-hand combat, so your men must be prepared."

"Please rest assured, sir!"

The Indian guy laughed even harder.

"Our warriors are blessed by Shiva, making them invincible. They've also been equipped with specially made spiked clubs, covered in steel nails; one hit and they can shatter bones! With ten times the numbers, we guarantee they'll die one by one!"

P.S.: I watched the game last night, so I'm a little late writing today. There will be another chapter tonight.

I feel like Spain is going to win the championship, I'm ready to bet big!

We're about to get rich, brothers.