Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

"I'm very sorry, and thank you." Jingzhe got into the car.

“You don’t need to thank me. I’ve gotten what I wanted.” Kal’tsit gave her a friendly smile through the glass, “like the way you’re looking back at me right now.”

Jingzhe lowered her head, her face turning red to the roots of her ears.

Kal'tsit then raised her head and gave instructions to Surtr and Mudrock:

"You all sit with her in the back row, surround her, and don't let her run away."

After she finished speaking, seeing the stunned expressions on their faces, she looked at herself with a puzzled expression, not noticing anything unusual, and frowned, saying:

"What's wrong? Is there something strange about me?"

"No, no." Surtr snapped out of his daze and quickly shook his head.

Kal'tsit's face darkened: "Then hurry up and go. Don't stand there too long, or she'll become suspicious."

As she spoke, she seemed to realize that her words carried little weight due to her status, and she emphasized it again:

"This is a task assigned to you by His Highness Wayne."

Surtr and Mudrock exchanged a glance, then walked around the sides of the car, opened the doors, and muttered under their breath:

"Now I know how she won over Prince Wayne. Princess Theresa is in danger, she'd better hurry!"

"She's so cool!"

Kal'tsit's ears twitched slightly. Her hearing was excellent, and given her conscious awareness of her surroundings, these words naturally didn't escape her notice. A mouthful of saliva stuck in her throat as she looked at the two people who had already opened the car door, wanting to vomit but unable to.

Her face was already completely red; it wouldn't turn red any further.

"They're just kids who don't know any better, young people talking nonsense. Don't take it to heart, don't take it to heart. You're just a Felin, you have your own mission. Wayne is just an old rascal who forced you to wear a maid outfit and took advantage of you by calling you 'wife.' You're the same kind of people, but not partners!"

Kal'tsit could only repeat these words over and over, hypnotizing herself to ignore her increasingly rapid, joyful heartbeat. She opened the car door and got into the driver's seat. When she looked at Jingzhe again through the rearview mirror, her face, apart from a lingering blush, had returned to normal.

"I'm sorry, miss, we've come to Longmen on business, so the car is a little cramped. Please forgive us."

Jingzhe glanced at Surtr and Mudrock sitting on either side of her, then looked at the trunk full of cardboard boxes printed with the Victoria coat of arms and the Rhine Life logo, nodded, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

These people should be from Rhine Life.

I've heard of Rhine Lab before. Their Saver Oripathy inhibitor is incredibly effective and incredibly cheap. As soon as it was released, it became a highly sought-after life-saving drug among infected people. It's a truly conscientious drug.

Even in Yan Country, many local public welfare and charitable organizations and government relief agencies for infected people have begun to purchase Saver to reduce costs and help more infected people.

This is a good organization. Jingzhe's goodwill towards Kal'tsit and the others increased even more.

"It's alright. I'm the one who's troubled you." She took a breath and replied gently.

Kal'tsit smiled slightly: "Perfect timing. We're planning to transport a batch of goods to Yan Kingdom. Although we're not going to the capital, we'll be going back to Suzhou and Hangzhou. You can take a cargo ship on the Grand Canal back to the capital."

Jingzhe nodded slightly. This suggestion was reasonable. Kal'tsit was a businesswoman, so she should naturally take the company's interests into account first. It was a pity that she couldn't be delivered to her destination, but Wei Yanwu's influence couldn't reach Suzhou and Hangzhou. He could just notify the local government to arrange for someone to escort her to the capital.

Kal'tsit showed no flaw, and said with a smile:

"You look very tired. Get some sleep. When you wake up, all your troubles will be gone."

As soon as he finished speaking, he started the engine and drove into the city.

"We'll go to the Lungmen branch first to transport this batch of goods."

Jingzhe was slightly wary, but Kal'tsit had given her such a good impression, and everyone, including Wei Yanwu, believed she had gone to the rendezvous area. Going back now would only expose their blind spot and make her safer. So she nodded.

"Thank you for your help."

"My pleasure."

As she answered, Kal'tsit put on her headphones and turned on the navigation.

"Longmen Maps is providing navigation to your destination: Longmen Elizabeth Hotel Branch..."

A smile appeared on her lips.

My dear Prince Wayne, I have brought back the fish you requested.

Chapter 118 Luring the Tiger Away from the Mountain

“Your Highness, I assure you this is a regrettable misunderstanding. I, Wei Yanwu, would never do such a thing as assassinating someone in a busy downtown area in broad daylight! This is the only thing you must trust about my character.”

Wei Yanwu gritted his teeth nervously, his face showing some unease, but he still maintained a firm tone. Even when faced with Wayne's suspicious gaze, he straightened his chest and accepted it calmly.

Wayne glanced at Theresa beside him, but to his surprise, Theresa didn't say anything.

Interesting. If Wei Yanwu is lying now, Theresa should be hinting at it. Could it really not be him?

In fact, Wei Yanwu was also baffled. In Lungmen, where the use of any live ammunition is strictly prohibited, someone actually used such a powerful sniper rifle on the street to launch a sneak attack on a Prince and heir to the throne of Victoria. Wasn't this a deliberate attempt to kill him?

Putting everything else aside, let's look at the simplest logic: even if Wayne really was shot, shouldn't Wei Yanwu take responsibility? This is Lungmen, a city under his jurisdiction. Whether he did it or not, he can't escape this connection. So what's the point of him doing this? Digging a hole for himself to jump into?

Chen, who was in charge of the on-site investigation, received the report from the technical team. Sakta, wearing thick bulletproof armor with the Guard Bureau markings, carefully approached the bullet's impact point and removed the twisted bullet from the small crater embedded in the ground.

"Hmm, this kind of bullet can only be used by heavy sniper rifles, and judging by its power, it seems to be the latest model. This price isn't cheap. Although I haven't been back to Laterano for a long time, a message from my hometown mentioned this gun to me. This specially made Originium gun alone is probably worth more than 300,000 LMD, right?"

More than 300,000 Lungmen Dollars?!

Chen, who was filling out the investigation report, was so startled that his pen trembled and he drew a small black circle on the white paper.

Three hundred thousand LMD? I remember Chashao Cat's piano only cost one hundred thousand, right? She's been going crazy with excitement all day long, inviting me to watch her play the piano. I don't know who she's practicing for.

However, the latest heavy Originium Gun, worth over 300,000 Lungmen Dollars, was probably not made by Wei Yanwu. His money has always been controlled by Aunt Wen Yue. And even if he had some savings, he wouldn't have a way to buy it.

Lateran would not trade firearms with outsiders indiscriminately; their monopoly on firearms was Lateran's greatest asset in maintaining its strength.

Ignoring Officer Sakta, who was still incessantly describing how exquisite and beautiful the heavy gun was and frantically hinting to Inspector Chan to ask Nine for some funds to buy one, Chan quickly walked between Wayne and Wei Yanwu and told them the news he had just received.

"A heavy gun..."

Wayne murmured a short sentence and fell silent.

Wei Yanwu seemed to have thought of something as well, his eyes changed slightly, and he glanced at Wayne strangely.

Clearly, they were all thinking of the same group of people.

"Shouldn't only Lateranos be allowed to wield heavy guns?"

Chen spoke up. Wayne and Wei Yanwu both nodded.

Yes, heavy guns should only be possessed by the Lateranos; even the Sarkaz who have fled abroad cannot own them.

"But where did the Lateran people come from in Lungmen?" Chen asked, puzzled.

Coincidentally, there really is a group of Lateranos who are currently staying in Lungmen. Moreover, they hold a fairly high position in Laterano, so it's not surprising that they possess a heavy gun.

But both Wayne and Wei Yanwu had a question in their minds.

Why did Laterano turn against Wayne (himself)?

Wei Yanwu had not made such a request to Laterano. He hadn't even mentioned the Victorian royal family traveling in Lungmen during his negotiations with the saint and the bishop. The Laterano people should not have known of the existence of Wayne, Vina, and Theresa. Even if something had happened that he was unaware of, the two groups had met, so Laterano shouldn't have attacked its guests without warning, right?

Most importantly, even if they knew of Wayne and the others' existence, and they did indeed have the idea of ​​taking action, where did they get the whereabouts of Wayne and the others?

Longmen has a surveillance network covering the entire city, but only high-ranking Longmen officials can enter that place. Is there a mole inside, or do they have some special methods that Wei Yanwu is unaware of?

Wayne's conjecture was even bolder. He believed that the heavy guns were just a smokescreen used by the attackers, and that the real perpetrators were likely not Lateran at all. Their target might not even have been him from the beginning, but rather "someone with great influence."

This can be seen from the fact that the attackers were not worried about being discovered at all, and launched the attack in the downtown area, and their target was neither Wayne nor Jingzhe.

Most importantly, Wayne didn't believe Lateran would attack him.

The two Lateran leaders who came to Lungmen this time were Bishop Urbino and Michael. Bishop Urbino was originally Wayne's man, deeply bound to him. Killing Wayne would be tantamount to erasing the achievements he had painstakingly built up over decades in Victoria, offering no benefit to his future advancement and potentially leading to attacks. Michael, the other leader, was previously quite normal, but unfortunately, she played too aggressively and ruined herself. She is now Wayne's second pawn in Lateran, and also the most powerful and likely to infiltrate the enemy's leadership. Her mental imprint cannot be erased or changed; the chances of her betraying him are even lower than Urbino's.

Neither of the two leaders had any motive to harm him, which immediately reduced Lateran's suspicion.

Heavy guns seem like something that's impossible to sell to outsiders, but saying it and doing it are two different things. Doesn't Blacksteel International also possess a secret gun-making method? Besides, most countries have some connection with Laterano; just because they won't sell doesn't mean they can't obtain them through other means, such as an exchange of benefits of equal value.

There are many suspicious points in this matter, but based on the information that Wayne and Wei Yanwu have respectively, Lateran, who is most likely to possess a heavy gun, is actually the least likely person to attack Wayne and Jingzhe.

At this moment, the Imperial Guard officers responsible for searching and investigating the surrounding area returned. They first saluted Wei Yanwu, then reported to Chen:

"Inspector Chen, no suspicious persons have been found nearby. There are also no signs of firearms use. Should we expand the search area?"

"Let's expand it," Chen said, rubbing his forehead, somewhat annoyed.

But at that moment, Wei Yanwu suddenly interrupted, "No, there's no need to look anymore. Let's call it a day."

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and as if he had thought of something, he suddenly ordered sharply, "Retreat immediately! Quickly! Back to the Guard Bureau!"

"Heavy guns aren't easy weapons to hide. Even if carried in a cello case, they'd still attract attention, but the Guard Bureau searched the area and found nothing. This means the attackers must have had a vehicle for backup. It's rush hour now, and traffic is restricted because of the attack. What kind of vehicle could move freely at this time?"

Wei Yanwu cursed through gritted teeth:

"*The extremely offensive Lungmen swear words* indicate there's a mole!"

"This is a diversionary tactic. The attackers' target is not His Highness Wayne at all. They just want us to come out in full force, and then take advantage of this opening to attack the weakest point in our defenses that we are least likely to notice at this time."

Wayne opened his mouth, surprised, and asked, "Lungmen Guard Bureau?"

But is there anything left in the Guard Bureau that they're looking for?

Wayne frowned. Something was wrong; there really seemed to be such a person!

Wien recalled the night in front of Block 3, when Rattlesnake was taken away by Wei Yanwu with that smug expression. Wien hadn't paid much attention then, assuming he'd just been turned into a poker-faced guy by the Heavenly Mandate of Heaven. But now, thinking back, he realized how incredibly calm Rattlesnake had been. Not only did he have the leisure to make a deal with him, but he also remained completely silent when Wei Yanwu arrived.

Did he know someone would come to his rescue?

Is there a traitor within the upper echelons of Longmen?

Their target is the rattlesnake!

......

Lungmen Guard Bureau, Detention Room

Nine stood at the door of Rattlesnake's cell, looking at the figure standing at the entrance of the corridor, his eyes filled with indescribable emotions.

"My esteemed Lord Silver Ring Serpent, why do you submit to Wei Yanwu's command?"

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not some silver-ringed snake. I’m just a Phildia, a police officer from the Lungmen Guard Bureau.”

Chapter 119 Silver Ringed Serpent - Nine

"You're still the same, Lord Silver Ring Serpent."

The figure in blue sighed helplessly, as if looking at a rebellious teenager.