Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 408: The Dragnet of the Deputy Minister of the Southern Military Command

Asano Wenliang had a smug smile on his face, and he clapped his hands lightly, with the crisp sound echoing in the empty house. Following the applause, an inconspicuous wooden board on the floor of the main house was quietly lifted, revealing a dark underground secret room.

A middle-aged man in dark green military uniform walked out of the secret room, with the rank of colonel shining on his shoulders. His eyes were sharp and he looked majestic without being angry, like a general who had been on the battlefield for a long time. Behind him, dozens of men with guns followed closely, their steps were in unison, revealing their well-trained temperament.

At the same time, dozens of unidentified gunmen quickly gathered from various hidden corners of the house. They seemed to emerge from underground and surrounded Yan Shuangying and the CIA people in an instant. The black muzzles of the guns were pointed at them, which made people shudder.

Faced with this sudden change, Yan Shuangying's eyes did not fluctuate at all.

The middle-aged colonel said sternly, "Director Yan, let me introduce myself. I am Yan Huisheng, the deputy director of the Central Military Command of the Southern Government. From the moment you set foot on the land of the Southern Government, your every move has been completely under our control. If you are sensible, you should surrender to avoid unnecessary conflicts and sacrifices."

The voice of middle-aged Colonel Yan Huisheng echoed in the empty courtyard. His face was stern and his eyes were sharp. His words were like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard.

Asano Wenliang stood aside, looking at Yan Shuangying with a half-smile. His face revealed a kind of complacency and arrogance. Over the past six months, he used the remaining power of the Fusang Intelligence Agency in his hands to fight openly and secretly with the Northern Frontier Central Intelligence Agency led by Yan Shuangying, and was repeatedly at a disadvantage. But at this moment, he finally felt the pleasure of being able to control the other party at will.

He spoke slowly, his voice full of confidence and arrogance. His words were like a cold wind blowing through the house, making people shudder. He said, "There are hundreds of elite soldiers from the Military Control Department in this house, and there is also a regiment-level force of the Beihai garrison outside. I have already laid a net in advance. I am afraid that Director Yan will not be able to escape today."

Li Qing, the leader of the CIA's first action team, was a burly man with a resolute face standing behind Yan Shuangying, his eyes were like torches, looking around at the enemies and the dense gun muzzles. His voice was firm and powerful, showing his clear understanding of the situation. "At worst, I'll fight you! There is no coward in our Northern Xinjiang government who is afraid of death!" Although his voice was low, every word was full of determination and courage.

Yan Shuangying turned around and looked at Li Qing, with a hint of admiration in his eyes. He knew that the situation was indeed very critical, but he did not panic. He took a deep breath, turned his gaze to Yan Huisheng and Qianye Wenliang, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

"You are from the Southern Kingdom Military Command," Yan Shuangying said, "It seems that the purpose of your coming to Taizhou is indeed to contact the Southern Kingdom government. In this case, the so-called important guest that Song Yuanming met at the Red Maple Hotel a few days ago must be you, Asano Wenliang. Song Yuanming is really an old fox. He did the opposite and met you with great fanfare, which actually dispelled our doubts."

Yan Shuangying changed the subject and looked at Yan Huisheng and said, "Your Southern Government actually dared to blatantly collude with the spy chief of Fusang. If this matter were to get out, the 900 million people of China would feel extremely disgusted with the entire Southern Government. Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to bear the consequences?"

Yan Huisheng still had no expression on his face, as if he was a cold-blooded robot. He responded calmly: "As long as you, Director Yan, stay here, this secret will be buried forever. Congratulations to Director Yan for becoming the first high-ranking figure of the Northern Frontier government that our Military Control Department has captured since its establishment. I heard that Director Yan is Su Zhengyang's absolute confidant and is deeply trusted. I believe that we can dig out a lot of important information from Director Yan. Our Military Control Department's torture room will not let Director Yan down."

"Put down your guns! Otherwise we will shoot you immediately!"

Yan Huisheng's subordinates, the elite soldiers of the Military Control Department, began to threaten him. Yan Shuangying looked at Yan Huisheng calmly and said, "Do you really think you can win?"

A sudden gunshot pierced the originally tense and quiet air, like a thunder blast in everyone's ears. Yan Shuangying's movements were swift and precise. His right hand stretched out like a flash of lightning and instantly pulled out the pistol from his waist. The flames at the muzzle flickered, and the crisp gunshots echoed in the empty space, making people's hearts palpitate.

The elite soldier of the Military Control Department who was standing in front of Yan Huisheng had no time to react before he was shot through the forehead by Yan Shuangying's bullet. His eyes revealed incredible fear, and his body fell stiffly in the sound of gunfire, blood slowly seeping out from his forehead, staining the ground red.

Yan Shuangying's actions did not stop because of this. He moved as fast as the wind and quickly came to Yan Huisheng. Yan Huisheng, as the deputy director of the Military Control Department, had extraordinary skills and reaction speed. Facing Yan Shuangying's outstretched right arm, he responded quickly, clenched his right hand into a fist, and smashed it towards Yan Shuangying's face at an astonishing speed.

However, Yan Shuangying had anticipated this move, and he calmly used his elbow to meet Yan Huisheng's right fist. The huge impact made Yan Huisheng feel that his entire right hand was numb as if it had been electrified. He involuntarily took a small step back, with a flash of shock in his eyes.

At this moment, the air around them seemed to freeze, and everyone's breathing became cautious. Yan Huisheng's men were stunned by the sudden change. They pointed their guns at Yan Shuangying, but they hesitated to shoot, because the two were entangled together at the moment, and the distance was too close. If Yan Huisheng was accidentally injured, no one could bear the responsibility.

No one expected that in such a desperate situation, Yan Shuangying would dare to take the initiative and attack Yan Huisheng with a clear goal. In fact, Yan Shuangying thought very clearly that in this situation, in order to get out of the predicament and turn defeat into victory, he must control the opponent's important figures, and in the eyes of the Southern Government, Asano Wenliang actually only has utilization value, which may not make the people of the Military Control Commission afraid to act rashly, so Yan Shuangying set his target on Yan Huisheng, the head of the Military Control Commission.

Yan Shuangying's movements were swift and fierce. With a flick of his wrist, a dagger flashing with cold light shot out at Yan Huisheng at lightning speed like a bullet. Although Yan Huisheng's reaction speed was extremely fast, he still seemed a little stretched under Yan Shuangying's attack. He subconsciously turned his head to dodge, but the edge of the dagger still brushed against his cheek, leaving a bloody mark.

The appearance of the bloodstain made Yan Huisheng's face turn pale instantly, and a trace of fear and anger flashed in his eyes. However, before he could react, Yan Shuangying's right hand had already grasped his throat like an iron clamp. Yan Huisheng felt a suffocating pressure, his eyes began to blur, his heartbeat accelerated, and breathing became difficult.

"Minister Yan, tell your men to put down their guns and retreat to the yard. Otherwise, I will crush your throat and send you to hell with my own hands!"