strictlysupreme Chapter 1406 Yunrui's Sincere Inscription: The Leader's Head, My Own Head
Chapter 1406 Yunrui's Sincere Inscription: The Leader's Head, My Own Head
As you walk along the main road, you can hear bursts of noise coming from the houses on both sides. Shen Chengyu's men are drinking and gambling, and the air is filled with a mixture of alcohol, tobacco and cheap perfume.
As "Assistant Zhou," he frowned slightly, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes. He kicked a half-closed door and snapped, "Behave yourselves! Tomorrow is the celebration banquet. Anyone who dares to cause trouble will be punished by Mr. Shen!" The noise inside immediately ceased, replaced by a flurry of apologies.
But the eagle's attention was drawn to the fire hydrant in the corner of the house, the roof tiles, and the messy footprints on the ground.
He could even tell who the core guards were, who the ordinary servants were, and who could be potential weak points just by the volume of the noise and the tone of voice.
As they approached the main laboratory, Assistant Zhou's pace noticeably slowed, and his gaze became sharper.
He raised his hand to signal the guards accompanying him to stop, then walked alone into the outer area of the laboratory, checking the locks on the doors and windows, and tapping the walls with his knuckles to confirm that there were no signs of forced entry.
"The laboratory is of utmost importance. Double the manpower tonight, and patrol every half hour. No one is allowed to approach without authorization!" He ordered the junior manager in charge of laboratory security, his tone leaving no room for argument.
But the eagle's gaze pierced through "Assistant Zhou's" instructions, landing on the ventilation openings on the back wall of the laboratory, the exhaust pipes on the roof, and the route taken by the guards during shift changes.
His fingertips traced the bullet holes in the wall as he silently calculated the infiltration route, the time required, and the potential risks.
As he passed the entrance to the underground prison, Cangying paused. As "Assistant Zhou," he merely glanced indifferently at the two guards standing at the door, making sure they weren't negligent, before turning to leave.
But as an eagle, his gaze involuntarily drifted to the depths of the cell, and the image of Gu Yunxi's pale face, chapped lips, and her huddled in the corner with her knees drawn up to her chest reappeared in his mind.
His heart felt like it had been tugged by something, a dull ache lingering. The image of Gu Yunxi drinking porridge flashed through his mind...
"Keep a close eye on things, and don't make any mistakes." He reminded the guards again, his voice unconsciously carrying a hint of heaviness.
After saying that, he quickly left, not daring to linger any longer—he was afraid that if he looked any longer, his feigned indifference would completely crumble.
Continuing forward, they reached the edge of the back mountain. As "Assistant Zhou," he checked the sniper's ambush positions on the mountain, observing the distant forest with binoculars to confirm there were no suspicious figures.
"Pay attention to the perimeter. Shoot any strangers who approach the village as a warning. If they do not heed the warning, kill them on sight!" He gave the sniper a cold order, as if human life was worthless in his eyes.
But as an eagle, his binoculars were secretly marking the sniper's position, the traps along the mountain path, and the rendezvous point agreed upon with Yang Bin.
He could even determine the range of gunfire by observing changes in wind direction, thus planning the best route for tomorrow's raid.
As "Assistant Zhou," he watched all this with satisfaction—the village was orderly, security was tight, there were no abnormalities, and it completely met Shen Chengyu's requirements.
His face remained expressionless, showing only the indifference and calm that came with completing the mission.
But as an undercover agent, Eagle's heart was already churning with turmoil. He closed his eyes, and a clear map appeared in his mind, marked with all the checkpoints, traps, sniper positions, infiltration routes, and rendezvous points...
Every detail was precise and flawless. At the same time, Gu Yunxi reappeared, his clear and determined eyes like a lighthouse in the darkness, illuminating his long journey of eight years of infiltration.
He opened his eyes, his gaze becoming incredibly sharp.
His left hand instinctively touched his waist—where a small dagger was hidden, the weapon that "Assistant Zhou" used for self-defense;
His right hand quietly pressed the miniature communicator in his pocket, the only tool the eagle used to communicate with the outside world.
Two ideologies intertwined and collided within him, yet strangely merged together. As "Assistant Zhou," he was Shen Chengyu's capable lieutenant, a cold-faced assistant revered by everyone in the village;
As a hawk, he is an undercover police officer who has been lying low for eight years, and a righteous messenger who is about to tear through the darkness.
The appearance of Gu Yunxi acted as a bond, tightly connecting these two identities and making him more aware of his mission.
He took a deep breath, turned and walked down from the watchtower. His steps were steady, his eyes resolute.
As we descended the stone steps of the watchtower, the morning mist had not yet dissipated, but the hustle and bustle of the village was gradually returning.
As soon as Cangying reached the main road, he saw Shen Chengyu's personal guards escorting a figure toward him—it was Shen Chengyu himself.
He was wearing a black leather jacket, the collar open, revealing a few drops of undried blood on his exposed neck. His face held a bloodthirsty excitement, a stark contrast to his usual composure...
"Assistant Zhou, you've arrived just in time." Shen Chengyu's voice was slightly hoarse, yet it carried an undeniable authority. When his gaze swept over the eagle, there was a hint of scrutiny that was hard to define.
"I just went to take care of some things and brought you a 'gift'."
The eagle's heart tightened.
As "Assistant Zhou," he immediately bowed respectfully, saying, "Mr. Shen, you've worked hard. I wonder what important matter has troubled you to personally take care of it?"
Normally, all matters, big and small, within the stronghold were handled by him or other leaders. Shen Chengyu rarely acted personally, especially on the eve of the victory celebration banquet. What made him even more uneasy was that, as Shen Chengyu's most trusted confidant, he knew nothing about this operation.
As a hawk, alarm bells rang wildly in his mind. The agreed-upon time for the operation was approaching, and Shen Chengyu's sudden "extra action," which he had kept secret from him, was definitely not a good thing.
He quickly scanned the guards behind Shen Chengyu. Each of them wore a mixture of exhaustion and excitement, and their weapons were still dripping wet, clearly indicating that they had just been through a fierce battle.
His gaze swept over the black wooden crate carried by the guards. Dark red liquid seeped from the crate, dripping down the cracks onto the stone pavement, forming a series of glaring marks.
"It's nothing major, just dealing with a disobedient fellow." Shen Chengyu chuckled lightly, his tone as calm as if he were asking, "What did you eat today?" but the air around him froze instantly. "Just a few days ago he was calling me brother, saying he wanted to share the fruits of 'Nightingale' with me, but he turned around and tried to conspire with outsiders to scheme against me—this kind of ingrate is a menace if left unchecked."
As they spoke, the guards placed the black wooden crate on the ground. Shen Chengyu raised his chin, gesturing to the person beside him: "Open it, so that Assistant Zhou will learn his lesson."
Two guards stepped forward and roughly opened the wooden crate lid.
A strong, pungent stench of blood, mingled with the smell of earth and gunpowder, instantly filled the air, assaulting the eagle's nostrils. The eagle's pupils contracted sharply—a human head lay hidden inside the wooden crate!
His eyes were wide open, and his face still showed disbelief and terror. The cut on his neck was jagged, and the blood had long since congealed into a dark brown color, stained with fine dirt and hair.
That was the leader of another armed force in the Golden Triangle. A few days ago, he sent an envoy to Black Rock Village to discuss cooperation. Cangying personally received him, and the two sides had a "very harmonious" discussion at the time.