Murder and robbery

  Cain and others returned to London by the Paris-London express, three hundred and forty-one people, not one more, not one less. Among them, fifty people held the passports and documents of the fifty soldiers who died in Tokyo. They were recruited by Cain from the army and directly supplemented into the 'Black Magic' security company in Paris.

  The public excuse for outsiders is that Bai Jia De no longer needs so many bodyguards, as he has now relied on Dai Le, this big shot, and basically lives in Dai Le's house. In order not to create a bad atmosphere of extravagance, under Dai Le's persuasion, Bai Jia De terminated the contract with 'Hei Mo' company, paid a sum of money and sent Kein and others back home.

  Yi Chen was extremely excited about Cain's return home, patting Cain's shoulder and saying: "Fortunately you guys came back in time, otherwise my subordinates would have no one to use. Jester is crazy about practicing driving skills, Chikov is obsessed with putting yellow tu pieces into other people's computers, oh my god, my subordinates are all madmen."

  Cain looked around: "Where's Mr. Phil?"

  Phil just walked in, helplessly spreading his hands and sighing.

  "Those two brothers were beaten half to death by those so-called Round Table knights, Phil can at least move around and is already able to heal himself through internal energy, poor Gol is still lying in bed sipping soup... damn it. Ah ha, Sally, how are you? How have you been lately? Paris is a great place, if possible, I'll go settle down there, oh, little girl don't be shy, Phil, take Sally over and chat with her."

  Fiona pulled Sally along, excitedly introducing her to several new pieces of jewelry that had just been released.

  "Alright, Colonel Kayne, take care of your subordinate. Major Schtreng is stuck in the basement for a long time. I couldn't persuade him, maybe you can. Our plan to intercept that batch of military supplies should be launched. Major Schtreng is a good hand, understand? I don't want to waste manpower."

  "Abandoning the bodies of soldiers, leaving them on the battlefield and escaping alone is a commander's greatest shame... I'll try my best, if he doesn't listen to my advice, maybe taking him down directly is the best option."

  Yi Chen paused for a moment, shook his head, and felt that he couldn't understand Kain's way of thinking.

  However, in any case, Cain and the others still brought back a lot of good news. For example, Mr. Bai had already held hands with that lovely young lady, which was at least a major breakthrough.

  Yì chén 'China Town' underground shooting range, the ground was piled with thick bullet shells. Stron's mechanical removal of empty clips, loading bullets, and inserting them into his pistol, then wildly firing at the wall in front of him. His hair was disheveled, his beard was growing wildly, his clothes were filthy, and his eyes were bloodshot red, it could be seen that he had not rested much recently.

  Cain's heavy body stepped on the shell casing on the ground, making a "clattering" sound. Stronheim suddenly turned his head around, and the pistol in his hand was aimed exactly at Cain's brow.

  "Very good, you're still on your toes, Commander."

  Stratron swiftly lowered his pistol and placed it on the table behind him, standing at attention as he saluted Cain.

  Cain solemnly returned the courtesy, then a heavy fist hit his chin, Stronheim let out a miserable hum, and the sandbag-like high-flying body flew up. Cain chased after him in big strides, kicked his stomach with one foot, then grabbed Stronheim's waistband, picked him up like a dog, and heavily slammed him to the ground.

  Streng rose, his eyes blazing with fury, fixed on Cain. Cain sneered at him, crooking a beckoning finger: "Come on, come on, let's play, and see if I can't bust your balls into fifty pieces... Ah ha, coward, come on, sweetie-pie..." The last words were delivered in an oily, quavering tone that was the ultimate insult to Streng.

  "Report, Colonel! Fifty operatives, all killed in action, no survivors; Special Assault Team, including myself, fifty-one men, not a single survivor!" He lunged for the pistol on the desk.

  Cain delivered a standard over-the-shoulder slam, slamming Stronberg to the mat, and then brought his massive foot down heavily onto Stronberg's chest, causing audible cracks in Stronberg's ribcage.

  Kane said coldly, "Major Schtreng, I'm a fool, I don't know how to persuade you. If the boss can't make you change your mind, then you probably want to report back and commit suicide... Hmm, all I want to say is that your soldiers are dead, you ran away... Yes, you shamefully ran away, you forgot our special forces' combat training."

  Sturmgren's face turned red, he tightly hugged Kain's large foot with his hands, trying to alleviate the heavy pressure that was like a mountain of ten thousand tons, and explained: "I have to tell you the situation, I must convey the battlefield intelligence back, otherwise more people will die... Those people are not human."

  Cain spat a thick glob of spittle onto his face: "You're quibbling, Strudel. You ran away with your tail between your legs."

  "Straighten up and shout: 'I swear, that situation is too strange, I must send back the intelligence, I must... I am not afraid of death, Colonel, you can kill me now, but never insult me, I am a soldier, I am a..."

  Cain bellowed at the top of his lungs, his voice booming a hundred times louder than before, causing the entire underground chamber to reverberate with the sound. "So you've managed to send back this intel and saved the rear guard, you haven't done anything wrong! Why are you thinking about dying? Why are you hiding in this basement like a coward? Why do you want to commit suicide in front of me like a whore?! You...you mongrel! Why don't you think about how to avenge those brothers who died in battle?! You...you cur!"

  Sturmgren stared blankly at Cain's murderous face and asked in a daze: "Colonel, you said I was not wrong?"

  "Kane roared: 'I was in Iraq, surrounded by thousands of guerrillas, my brothers died so many times, why didn't I kill myself? Because that's a task beyond our capabilities, we don't have to be ashamed... You've made a contribution this time, I can responsibly say, you son of a bitch has made a contribution, damn it! If you still have the pride of a soldier in your heart, then follow me, pick up your gun and kill those dog-fucking bastards... You half-breed, did you hear that?'"

  Strohgen lay on the ground and shouted: "Yes, Sir."

  Kane released his own foot, Stronheim jumped up quickly and punched Kaine's face heavily. Kaine's head didn't move at all, but Stronheim's fist was bounced back more than a foot away. Kaine said with satisfaction: "Alright, I hit you, you also hit me, now we're even." Stronheim felt a bit choked, his whole body was aching, and he had only punched him once... Was it really settled like this?

  As Stronheim followed Cain in, Easy smiled and said: "Welcome home, Colonel...Cain. How did you manage to persuade him? It's a miracle, the colonel had me thrown out of the basement at gunpoint."

  Jester, who had just crashed another stolen car, curled up like a silkworm, rolled his eyes and said, "Boss, you can only persuade a lion with a lion."

  Kane and Stronheim exchanged a faint smile, quite pleased that Jester had likened them to lions. But the madman's mouth would never utter pleasant words, and Jester immediately continued: "So, you can only use brute force to persuade a brute, maybe two bulls will even fight each other for a while before they understand what's going on... look at their faces... tsk, bruised and swollen, just like a little girl who's just been bullied."

  Cain's hand instinctively reached for his gun, but thinking that bullets didn't seem to have much effect on Jester, he couldn't help but curl up the corner of his mouth and make a threatening gesture at Jester.

  Yi Chen lazily ignored their small movements, spread out the paper in his hand and pointed to it saying: "Ah ha, this is a layout of the Liverpool dock, let's discuss how we can hijack the goods. We can't have too many people moving at once, or else it will be too noisy, but of course, we also can't have too few people, as the British side will definitely send some people to escort it."

  Cain carefully examined the blueprint and nodded, saying: "The difficulty is not great, but how much longer?"

  Yi Chen thought for a moment: "According to the intelligence sent by Mr. Zhang, the British seem to be in a hurry, I don't know why they are so anxious to send out the goods, half a month later, Cain, half a month's time."

  "Alright, boss, we'll take care of everything, no problem."

  At this moment, in the office of the British Secretary of State for Defence, Huan was shouting at the Chancellor of the Exchequer: "Dear, are you telling me that you don't have a budget for me? That's great! Then tell me, how am I supposed to pay the compensation for 3,000 soldiers? Ah? Where do you want me to get this money from?"

  Minister of Finance Gamba said, "Huen, this year's budget is already finalized. I can't possibly allocate a special expenditure for you, or else we won't be able to fool the National Assembly. Those opposing party bastards are watching us closely. Besides, haven't you received the news? There aren't three thousand, only over two thousand, and several hundred soldiers are currently in Russia, right?"

  "Huang lowered his voice: 'How did you know?'"

  The Minister of Finance smiled: "Of course, I have my own way, I know this news, that's enough. So your condolence money can be greatly reduced. Besides, what do you want so much money for? You just give each family a little symbolic money, they will only grieve the death of their loved ones and won't care about the amount of money."

  "What if they spread it out randomly? Are you responsible?"

  The Minister of Finance sneered and said, "What are all these special agents under your command for? Didn't we discuss this at the last meeting? Just have the special agents threaten them to keep quiet, and everything will be settled... As for me, I don't even have a single cent. You can solve this problem yourself, so why do you need me to take care of it?"

  Huan was taken aback: "I haven't had any income recently."

  The Minister of Finance said with a sly tone: "Didn't you expedite the export of that arms shipment? Are you afraid of causing trouble? Of course, I have no right to inquire about other details, but you can take out a portion from the profits of that arms shipment, enough, enough..."

  Huan had an urge to beat the guy in front of him to death: "Damn it, that arms deal was never going to make any money."

  The Finance Minister smiled sarcastically at him: "Oh, really? So it's my math that's not good enough. You signed a contract with the other party at three times the market price, and what you reported to us was the original price."

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  "After a long silence, Hu En sighed: 'I'll take out some money?'"

  The Minister of Finance nodded naturally: "Yes, you take out a sum... and then I can try to get a special budget for you, of course, we are friends."

  Huan smiled: "So, you take an extra 20% of the income, do you agree? I won't hide from you, sometimes it's necessary to take a little bit of money to improve our friendly relations with other countries."

  The two of them smiled at each other, but Huan's smile was a bit awkward.

  The training ground of the "Black Magic" security company was once again ablaze with activity, as soldiers underwent training that was identical to, if not even more rigorous than, what they had experienced in special forces under the supervision of Kain and Stronheim.

  On the seventh day after Cain and Stronheim made a surprise attack plan, Yichen received a secret report. A killer organization that ranked just below 'them' sent Yichen a message. They were very puzzled as to why the dragon head of the killer profession would be so rude as to ask who someone's employer was, but out of respect for 'them', or rather fear, they still revealed a bit of news: the employer came from America and was a big shot in New York.

  Of course, they didn't complete the task and Ali is still alive. At the same time, they leaked some intelligence, so it's not reasonable for them to continue with this mission, so they returned the payment to their employer. Yi Chen was also very generous, through his connections in the intelligence network, he sent them a sum of money that could compensate for their losses, anyway, this money was paid by Fatadi, and Yi Chen didn't mind.

  Fatadio listened to Yi Chen's report and thought for half a day with great curiosity: "We haven't offended the Americans recently, why are they doing this? Why? Alright, alright, Yi, I have to rush back to Russia to report to the boss. Hmm... strange. Please give my regards to Mr. Fabio, we will have the opportunity to cooperate in the future."

  Yi Chen smiled and slightly bowed: "Yes, we have many opportunities to cooperate, who says it's not?"

  Fatadio smiled and took people away. Since he knew that the employer was an American, it would not be difficult to find out who these employers were when the time came to investigate all aspects of his organization related to the United States. At that time, Ali would unfold a bloody revenge.

  Smiling, he saw Fatahio off and dialed a number for Tang Hu: "Dear Mr. Tiger, are you ready for what we discussed last time? ... Alright then, everything is taken care of on our side, let's hope nothing goes wrong when the time comes."

  "Don't worry, it's all right, no problem."

  Yi Chen hung up the phone with a smile. Phil can go to Liverpool, but Gole is temporarily unable to move; Feili and Jester both want to follow, well, hopefully Gole's injured butt wound has healed and Chikov, who was seriously injured, can take care of himself. However, he will only be out for three to five days, so it should be fine, right?

  At night, with a full moon in the sky, Yì Chén suddenly realized that many of his actions had been chosen or forced to take place on nights when the moon was full. It seemed he was born to be a vampire or werewolf. Standing at the top of the highest crane at the port, smelling the salty sea breeze blowing towards him, Yì Chén surprisingly felt an urge to let out a wolf's howl towards the sky.

  Two hundred 'Black Magic' company soldiers were ambushed in this harbor area, originally such a large-scale sneak-in was very difficult, the port's security would not sit idly by and let some strangely dressed people carrying heavy weapons enter the harbor area, but with Tang Hu and his insider, Cain and his team silently entered the port, according to the designated location, they settled down.

  An additional twenty snipers were arranged in high-rise buildings outside the harbor area, responsible for sniping at troops and police who might come to reinforce.

  Cain had long warned the soldiers not to be surprised or alarmed by anything strange they might see, especially not to leak it out. This was Yichen's way of preventing himself and Feili from taking action, making the soldiers psychologically prepared in advance, so as not to cause trouble at the last minute. But if everything goes normally, then he won't have to take action either?

  Yi Chen sat leisurely at the top of the dragon gate suspension bridge, which was over 50 meters high, lit a Havana cigar from Fick, and slowly exhaled smoke. The earpiece suddenly transmitted Kain's low rebuke: "Boss, put out the cigarette butt, although you're sitting in such a high place, an experienced person can spot you at a glance."

  Yi Chen muttered a few words of discontent, raised his hand and flicked the cigarette butt out for nearly a hundred meters, falling far into the water.

  At midnight, a giant container ship that had been docked in the harbor suddenly showed signs of activity, with people moving around on deck and stars twinkling in the lights, and occasionally someone speaking in a strange language that Yidun couldn't understand.

  Then, outside the port area, a long convoy of vehicles came over, with more than 100 heavy-duty trucks carrying two standard or modified containers each. The front of each vehicle was equipped with eight huge spotlights that illuminated the ground brightly.

  The personnel at the port had already received the notice above, and when the fleet arrived, they didn't even come out to take a look. The fleet drove directly onto the dock and formed a long queue.

  Yi Chen was slightly startled, although he had learned from Mr. Zhang that the quantity of goods was very large, but he had never had a clear concept, and now seeing such a scale of vehicles, he couldn't help but wonder if Tang Hu and his men could quickly turn the goods over. However, having come this far, not to mention his own promise to Mr. Zhang, he really wanted to get his hands on the goods himself. The twenty self-propelled guns had already been offered at sky-high prices on the black market, enough to make a handsome profit.

  About 500 armed personnel got off the vehicle and dispersed in all directions, wearing uniforms of the British army, but it was unclear which unit they belonged to. The earpiece transmitted Cain's excited voice: "Boss, there are too few people, and they are ordinary soldiers, not enough for us to deal with. You should now consider how to safely hand over the goods."

  Yi Chen didn't say a word, watching as several large cranes slowly lowered their booms. Only then did he give the order: "First take out those armed personnel. You watch for the right moment and have the sniper take out the guys operating the cranes. Not one container is allowed to escape, I've got this."

  "Alright, boss, I guarantee you won't hear a single sound from outside. Brothers, let the boss see our skills, not a single shot is allowed, got it? The sniper doesn't need to move, watch how we make the crane stop."

  "Launch an attack."

  Upon seeing Kane's gesture, Stronheim gave a low order.

  Yi Chen's eyes shot out a thread of silver light, clearly seeing the movements of the 'Black Magic' company soldiers. More than a hundred soldiers sneaked up from the shadows and approached the military personnel, taking advantage of their inattention to cover their mouths from behind, then with black non-reflective military daggers in hand, deeply slashed their necks, and casually stuffed the corpses into the gaps in the containers stacked behind them. Yi Chen saw very clearly that these guys' casual slash almost cut off the poor devil's entire head.

  Some patrolling guards, two of them walking back and forth in pairs, occasionally looked up at the crane, just as they looked up, two or three ghostly black shadows pounced on them, their necks were also cut by a knife, and the corpses were directly stuffed into the bottom of those trailers.

  Cain struck with the most ruthless efficiency, his massive body gliding towards an enemy soldier like a small cat, then lightly punching them in the back of the head, the tremendous impact force causing their eyeballs to pop out from the front, and those who were powerless to make a sound simply collapsed to the ground.

  In the dark of night, slaughter was proceeding quietly and silently. Yi Chen now watched this scene with a pleasant psychology as if watching a performance. Soldiers on two completely different levels were dueling, and the outcome was like this - the side with fewer people killed the side with more people like killing chickens. These British soldiers did their duty well, they set up sentry posts according to standard textbooks, but when they encountered a master like Cain, their only fate was death.

  Yi Chen thought curiously: "What if these little soldiers gather together and form a circle, maybe we'll have an even harder time getting our hands on them."

  While Yi Chen was still considering the various possibilities, the crane driver who had not noticed any movement below, manipulated the crane and the huge electromagnet head in front tightly sucked up the container and prepared to hoist it onto the container ship.

  Cain drew out a dagger, then took several more from the soldiers beside him and threw them out quickly. Across a distance of over 100 meters, Cain's daggers shattered the glass window of the crane, deeply stabbing into the driver's throat, and all five cranes suddenly stopped moving.

  "What's wrong with you? Why aren't you working?" someone asked anxiously on the container ship.

  With a wave of Stron's hand, more than a dozen soldiers had climbed up the rope and onto the ship, their silenced submachine guns spewing out deadly flames. There were not many crew members on the container ship, plus those who came to receive the goods, only over fifty people, and before they could even resist, they had been cleared away.

  Cain ordered in a low voice: "Get rid of all the corpses and stuff them into the container stacks at the dock."

  Yi Chen glanced at his watch, from the moment the first person's throat was cut to the time the bodies were cleaned up, it took less than five minutes. Yi Chen smiled, lightly tapped his toes, and jumped down from the dragon gate, walking towards Cain and saying: "Done?"

  "Boss, all of them are down, including all the drivers."

  Yi Chen furrowed his brow: "Is the driver a soldier or an ordinary person?"

  "Take it easy, boss," Kane said with a reassuring gesture. "They're all military personnel. I have no idea where they rented so many civilian trucks."

  Yi Chen pulled out his brand new phone he had just bought that afternoon, dialed a public phone number: "Hey, I'm done here, you can come over."

  Five minutes later, Tang Hu led more than 200 people to rush over, shaking his head and driving the trailer towards the outer port area. Everything went quietly, and the on-duty personnel at the port seemed to have died out, without making a single sound.

  Yi Chen smiled and said: "Mr. Tiger, I'll leave the rest to you."

  "Don't worry, these containers will be transformed and sent to Manchester by train in an hour. Everything is fine. The people I brought are all very skilled workers, everything is fine."

  Yi Chen casually threw the newly bought phone into the sea and shook hands with Tang Hu: "Then, see you in Manchester."

  Tang Hu smiled: "Manchester... all the way smooth. Hmm, there's a strong smell of blood here, how many people did you guys take out?"

  Yi Chen smiled but didn't answer, slightly bowed, and quickly led the people to withdraw from the harbor area. Tang Hu shook his head, took a few companions, and swiftly plunged into the dark night.

  It wasn't until dawn, when the workers in the port area had all arrived at work, that Hu En and his men received news of the incident. Hu En's face turned deathly pale, and for a moment he felt an urge to commit suicide. He bellowed: "Who hijacked this shipment? Who? Who has the ability to steal goods escorted by our military on British soil? Hmm?"

  No one can answer him, who knows?

  The Chancellor of the Exchequer, who received the message, was also pale as snow... Just three hours ago, the Russians made a condition that Britain would either provide them with a certain amount of economic aid or they would publicize the inexplicable appearance of a group of British soldiers on the border between Russia and China.

  As for Yi Chen, he had already boarded the train to Manchester. Cain and the others took off their combat uniforms and drove to London in groups of three or five.