12dz Chapter 698: That's all? Not enough!
Chapter 698: That's all? Not enough!
Meanwhile, in a secluded private club on Hong Kong Island, a masked man stood before a floor-to-ceiling window, listening to his subordinate's report, a cold and eerie smile playing on his lips.
"Oh? The police have already cracked the encrypted file? It seems Ye Haoxuan acted faster than I expected."
"Boss, what do we do now? Should we launch the operation ahead of schedule? Or should we abandon this plan?" the subordinate asked nervously, his head bowed.
"Give up?" The masked man sneered, his tone full of disdain and ruthlessness. "I've put so much effort into this plan, and I've been planning it for so long. How could I give up so easily? Even if the police crack the documents, even if they're on guard, it's useless."
He turned around, his eyes sinister, his tone icy:
"Pass the order: all assassins, immediately take up your cover and closely monitor the police's movements. Report immediately if you discover any large-scale deployment changes by the police. Also, speed up preparations. The trade summit in three days is a must be launched on schedule, no matter what obstacles we encounter. I want to plunge the entire Hong Kong Island into chaos and make Ye Haoxuan pay a heavy price for his actions!"
"Yes, leader!" the subordinate replied immediately and turned to relay the order.
The masked man looked out the window again, his eyes filled with madness and ruthlessness. He muttered to himself:
"Ye Haoxuan, I'd like to see if you can protect Hong Kong Island and yourself this time. See you at the Convention and Exhibition Centre in three days..."
At the police station, Ye Haoxuan had already received the documents from the technical department. He quickly flipped through them, his face growing darker with each page he read.
The contents of the document were even more vicious and terrifying than he had imagined. The densely packed plans and the cold, hard words foreshadowed a bloody disaster that was about to befall them.
He looked up at the clock on the wall; the hour hand pointed to 10 a.m., less than three days before the trade summit.
Time was of the essence, and the task was arduous, but he did not hesitate for a moment. He picked up the documents, turned around, and walked towards the conference room—he knew that the next three days were destined to be sleepless nights, and he had to go all out, race against time, fight against evil, and protect this land he loved so much.
In the corridor, the police officers hurried along, each with a solemn expression on their face. They all knew that a tough battle was about to begin.
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When the emergency meeting ended, it was already noon. Sunlight streamed through the glass windows of the police station's conference room, illuminating the scattered documents, but it couldn't dispel the somber atmosphere in the room.
Headquarters has approved Ye Haoxuan's deployment. Support from the Flying Tigers, the Explosive Ordnance Squad, and the Narcotics Squad is heading to the Hong Kong Convention and Exhibition Centre. Security at the Convention and Exhibition Centre has been fully upgraded, with three additional security checkpoints at the entrance. Metal detectors and explosive ordnance detectors are operating around the clock, and every person entering or leaving must undergo strict screening.
Holding the meeting minutes, Ye Haoxuan strode out of the conference room, his fingers still rapidly reviewing the details of each deployment, afraid of overlooking even the slightest detail. Just as he reached the office door, Ba Wanghua's voice came through the walkie-talkie, her tone slightly wary, yet still calm:
“Officer Yip, we have arrived at the vicinity of the Convention and Exhibition Centre. As you instructed, all plainclothes officers are in position, scattered at the four intersections to the east, south, west, and north of the Convention and Exhibition Centre, as well as in the surrounding shops and office buildings. So far, no suspicious persons have been found. However, on the top floor of the office building opposite the Convention and Exhibition Centre, there is a suspicious figure who is leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window and looking in the direction of the Convention and Exhibition Centre. We dare not approach without authorization. Please give us instructions.”
Ye Haoxuan's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately stopped and pressed the intercom to respond:
"Stay hidden and don't alert the other party. Send two plainclothes officers with keen observation skills, disguised as office building staff, to quietly enter the building and ascertain the other party's physical characteristics, clothing, and whether he is carrying weapons. Do not reveal your identity at any time, and report immediately if anything happens. In addition, keep a close eye on the entrances and exits of the office building to see if anyone is meeting him, and check if there are any other accomplices in the surrounding area."
"Understood, Officer Ye!"
After hanging up the walkie-talkie, Ye Haoxuan immediately dialed the technical department, his tone urgent:
"Immediately retrieve the CCTV footage from the office building opposite the Hong Kong Convention and Exhibition Centre, focusing on the top floor window seats. Identify the suspicious person. Also, check the recent entry and exit records of the office building to see if anyone matches the list of suspicious persons in the document. We need to be quick!"
"Understood, Officer Ye. We're reviewing the surveillance footage and will investigate immediately!"
At this moment, on the top floor of an office building opposite the convention center, a man wearing a gray trench coat, a baseball cap, and a mask leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, a cup of coffee in his hand. He seemed to be leisurely gazing at the convention center below, but his eyes held no warmth, only a cold scrutiny. His fingertips were discreetly resting on the pistol at his waist. The gun was small, but fully loaded with bullets, and the muzzle was pointed directly at the main entrance of the convention center—the only way for guests from all over the world to enter the convention center in the next three days.
He was one of the assassins dispatched by the Shadow Organization, codenamed "Cold Blade." Skilled in stealth and long-range sniping, his primary mission upon infiltrating Hong Kong Island was to ascertain the security deployment at the Convention and Exhibition Centre and eliminate Ye Haoxuan, thus clearing the way for the attack three days later. The one the Overlord Flower's men had just discovered was him.
Han Ren's gaze slowly swept over the area around the convention center, and he keenly sensed that something was wrong—the once bustling intersection was now filled with many seemingly ordinary passersby, but with wary eyes. Some stood by the streetlights, looking around, while others walked back and forth in the surrounding shops but did not buy anything. Still others pushed tricycles, seemingly hawking their wares, but their eyes were always fixed on the entrances and exits of the convention center.
"The police arrived quite quickly; it seems they did indeed crack the encrypted files."
A cold sneer curled at the corner of Han Ren's lips, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. "However, this level of defense is not enough."
He slowly put down his coffee cup, took out a miniature walkie-talkie hidden in his pocket, lowered his voice, and said:
"Boss, the police have deployed officers around the convention center and seem to have spotted our infiltrators. Requesting instructions: should we conduct a preliminary probe to disrupt their deployment?"
From the other end of the walkie-talkie came the masked man's cold, hoarse voice:
"We can probe, but don't reveal your identity or get bogged down in the fight. The goal is to find out the police's perimeter and reaction speed. Also, confirm whether Ye Haoxuan is around the convention center. If you find any trace of him, don't act on your own; report immediately."
"Understood, Chief."
After hanging up the mini walkie-talkie, Han Ren slowly straightened up, adjusted the collar of his trench coat, pressed down his baseball cap, and turned to walk towards the elevator entrance of the office building.
His pace was unhurried and seemingly casual, yet he constantly scanned his surroundings warily, avoiding any passersby who appeared suspicious—he wanted to go down himself to test the police's reaction, to see just how large their perimeter was and how quickly they could respond.
The elevator descended slowly, and Han Ren's hand remained firmly on the pistol at his waist, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.