Dragon thirteen

  Yi Chen moved his hand with the teacup, blew off the foam on top and smiled: "Xiao Ying, you've brought quite a few people over, haven't you?"

  Sakura nodded and said honestly, "Yes, we've added a lot of new staff. After all, those cars need people to take care of them, and we have to open up sales channels. Many things require manpower, right?"

  Yi Chen smiled faintly: "So, your subordinates are still using that small warrior knife?"

  "Of course, they are warriors trained by the Yamaguchi-gumi, so they should use their own weapons... Huh? You mean you want them to switch weapons?"

  "Ah, yes, I know Japan's gun control is very strict, even a big organization like the Yamaguchi-gumi doesn't have many firearms. You're all used to using katana to slash people, aren't you? Oh, okay, I know your swordsmanship is excellent, but think about it, can all of your new subordinates use swords as well as you do? And what if someone targets our goods and wants to pull off a heist... they're all heavily armed."

  Sakura furrowed her brow, pondering for a moment, then nodded and said: "You're right, it's indeed a problem... hmm, really. Ah yes, I recall we once ordered a batch of arms from someone else too, unfortunately, that time something went wrong."

  "With a carefree and radiant smile, he said: 'You see, now that we're talking about serious business. That guy you ordered from last time, I know him too. People like us have to have some connections with each other, otherwise even the slightest fluctuation in the market would result in huge losses.'"

  Sakura nodded repeatedly: "Uh, I also think that maybe we should allocate some military equipment to the new subordinates. It's been like this lately, and things have been too busy, so I've neglected this issue a bit." Sakura was also clear in her mind why she had purchased large quantities of military equipment in the first place. With so many black gangs lurking around, how could Yamaguchi-gumi have made a name for itself in London without buying military equipment?

  Now, although there are over a hundred special ninjas in London, and Yamaguchi also promised to send more top-notch experts immediately, the other hundreds of small brothers are not chrysanthemum warriors, they can't fight against knives and guns. Although there is Yichun, this collaborator, sitting in London, slightly enhancing one's own strength is a good thing after all.

  Gradually, under Yichun's guidance, Sakura began to feel that this was indeed a problem.

  "Hey, Sakura, do you think you'll need a firearm soon? Now that you've realized their importance... I just so happen to have a batch of high-quality, heavily modified firearms on hand. They're compact, lightweight, and have minimal recoil, making them perfect for the average Japanese man. I can swear on God's name that they're accurate and deadly. As a friend, I'll give you a 30% discount off the cost price. After all, why let good things go to waste on outsiders, right? Haha."

  "Alright then."

  Before Sakura could react, Yi Chen had already smiled happily: "So, it's settled then. Hmm, the cost is 50 million, 30% of that is 15 million, so a total of 65 million US dollars. Of course, we're friends, so we can do installment payments, right? I know you've been spending a lot lately, so let's just consider it part of my profit-sharing later."

  Sakura didn't feel anything out of the ordinary and said with her mouth full, "No problem, we really do need some powerful ammunition...... So, everything is up to you." After saying this, Sakura finally reacted, wasn't she supposed to be here to have tea with Yichun? How did she end up buying a large batch of ammunition back instead?

  Dekura, sitting in a corner of the hall playing cards, revealed a sinister smile with schadenfreude, feeling extremely pleased for the moment. Yichun inexplicably peddled a pile of junk weapons to him, and Dekura still had this stone weighing on his heart. Seeing Sakura, such a beautiful little fool, also being deceived, Dekura felt an overwhelming sense of relief.

  Sakura's face turned slightly red, he finally truly experienced Yichun's wrist power, even his cooperative friends had to scrape off a few layers of skin.

  Yi Chen smiled and was about to comfort Sakura, after all, the cost of that batch of ammunition was only a few million, they had made a huge profit, how could he not be happy? At this moment, Chikov sneaked in, made a gesture to Yi Chen, and nodded slightly.

  Yi Chen immediately stood up and said in a low voice to Sakura, "Sakura, sorry about this. I have something that needs attending to. You see, we're the closest of friends, so you won't mind my rudeness, right? That person is a new client of mine, and occasionally I need to cater to his eccentricities. He likes to negotiate with people in a secluded spot, what a weirdo, isn't he?"

  "Hey, make yourself at home, I want you to feel like this is your own house, so don't be too polite."

  Yi Chen waved his hand, and Phil immediately walked over from behind De Kula, starting to chat with Sakura. De Kula's mood improved at this moment, and the cards were coming one after another, his face was sunny, and he wouldn't care about this little problem anymore.

  In the underground secret room, a young man had already fainted on a sofa. Two former "Black Magic" special forces soldiers were carefully and skillfully cutting open his clothes at the wound site. After a simple blood type test, they quickly hung up several bags of plasma, administered antibiotics, and began cleaning the wound and other rescue actions. Originally, he could have been awake to receive treatment, but as soon as Jester returned to the old nest, he irresponsibly relaxed his mouth, and the young man's true yuan poured out, causing him to shudder all over and collapse.

  Yi Chen looked at the young man's robust body, pale but with distinct muscle lines, and nodded his head saying: "He's a good hand, Kayne, he's a good hand. Looking at the lines of his body, he's that kind of guy with extremely strong explosive power."

  Cain nodded, commenting: "The spiritual power, physical control and willpower are all very good. After being so seriously injured, he can still hold on to defeat four of Scott's famous fighters. He's a tough guy, I like him."

  Yi Chen furrowed his brow: "Kain, I know you're not gay, but please don't say things that might be misinterpreted... OK, you admire him, you should say it like that. But he's one of Zhang's people, and it's impossible for him to follow you to start a security company, unless he gets fired, which is unlikely... Oh, why are the British so anxious to catch him?"

  His eyes gleamed with a faint silver light, and he quickly scanned the young man's body. He pointed his right index finger, and a thread of silver light shot out, circling around the young man's body in an instant. The remaining clothes on his body suddenly disintegrated, revealing his entire body and a flesh-colored bandage tightly wrapped around his thigh, with a small protrusion about the size of a thumbtip faintly visible on it.

  Two "Black Magic" members whispered: "Boss, judging from his physical condition, he should wake up in half an hour."

  "Alright, so that means we have to snoop around everything within half an hour? Jester, send a few more bottles of strong liquor over to Mr. Zhang, and, you know, make sure they're all spiked for me. At least that way, he won't suspect anything if we delay notifying him later on, got it?"

  Jie Si sneered: "Boss, isn't it just that you're afraid he'll find out the time doesn't add up and know we've been snooping around? Don't worry, I'll just get him drunk. If all else fails, I'll knock him out."

  "So that's it, Cain. You take people to pick up Feli and Misheru, they've been out for a whole day... This broken place in London is so fun? ... Enough, I'm not afraid they'll get into trouble, but I'm afraid they'll cause trouble. Understand? Feli's brain occasionally shorts out, and Misheru's brain has never been normal, who knows what kind of chaos they'll create? Go, go..."

  With a wave of his hand, the dust flew into the air and grabbed it, the small container tied to the young man's thigh suddenly shot out, and the tight leather strap that was tied up also shattered instantly.

  Yi Chen lightly flicked his finger, and the alloy shell of the container shattered instantly. The small electronic lock on the shell became useless. He subtly released a thread of true yuan force, creating an air cushion. Yi Chen looked at the delicate crystal chip floating in his palm and furrowed his brow: "Chikov, do you have a way to open it?"

  Chekhov hastily asked, and the chicken-flavored weasel-like person came up, carefully looked around, nodded and said: "Give me a special connector, I have confidence to open his mouth in three days."

  "Twenty-five minutes, darling. Thirty more and our guest will be awake. Copy the contents, then I'll return the chip to him intact."

  "Impossible, boss. No equipment, no way to do it. Look at the craftsmanship of these silicon memory crystals, it's the most advanced dot matrix method now. And this 512-pin compact interface requires a specialized access device to connect to the decoder and computer, otherwise I can't do it. I'm a hacker, but I'm not a god of computers."

  Yi Chen sighed and muttered in a low voice: "A lot of dollars have disappeared again, Chekhov... But it doesn't matter, after all, it's not our thing, I don't mind, just pity those rewards... Zhang Xuenuo's benefits, I haven't thought about when and where to use them yet. Am I going back to China to set up a branch of the black gang? Impossible."

  Chekhov let out a heavy sigh, and upon hearing that a large sum of money had disappeared, Chekhov was like a mourner, his small face immediately clouded over. Yi Chen waved his hand, a silver light shot out, the "Ganlin Curse" was activated, and drop by drop, silver dewdrops seeped out from the air, slowly dripping into the young man's body.

  These energetic energies circulated throughout the young man's body, and with the plasma being input into his body, the young man's body gradually regained its color, and his skin began to regain its luster. Yi Chen exclaimed in surprise: "Wow, not bad, he still has some foundation in qigong, huh, and his bodily functions have recovered so quickly."

  Under the powerful effect of 'Gan Lin Zhou', the young man came to in less than five minutes, and Yi Chen dispersed the curse as soon as his eyes started moving, standing quietly by the side of the sofa.

  The young man closed his eyes, and for a full two minutes, there was no movement at all. His chest rose and fell steadily, and one could see strange muscle contractions appearing on his body. The tiny blood vessels under the skin opened and closed under the control of his true energy, each muscle adjusted to its optimal state, ready to unleash a deadly blow at any moment.

  Yì chén and Shēng xiào started laughing: "Little friend, don't be nervous, we are friends. You don't need to use the training you've received to deal with us. Of course, in an unfamiliar environment, it's natural to remain vigilant, but there's no need, really no need. It's very safe here. Zhang, also known as 'You Hún', is just next door. People with worries are always anxious, and he's drinking now." Yì chén spoke in Mandarin with a thick accent, figuring the young man would probably understand anyway. In this situation, using Chinese was much better than English.

  The young man slowly opened his eyes, and Yi Chen's face had already worn a warm, gentle, caring, and utterly sincere smile, nodding lightly at the young man.

  The young man's hand quickly moved to his thigh, and Yī Chén shook his head, making a "shh" sound. "Oh no, I'm sorry, I took it down, look, it's in my hand... Sorry, really sorry, I was curious, so I even lost the outer shell."

  A hint of ridicule flashed in the young man's eyes, and Yi Chen shrugged his shoulders calmly: "Of course, I'm interested in many secrets, but many secrets are not willing to let me know, I have no way to crack the chip."

  He carefully sized up Yichun for a moment, and Yichun hurriedly maintained a warm smile in the young man's scrutinizing gaze, lightly handing the chip back to him. With an awkward smile, he said: "You see, I think you also directly stole it from the safe? You didn't even open that small container, so I saved you one step... I admit I was a bit greedy, but that's just human nature, right? Humans are always greedy."

  He gently stretched his muscles and tendons, and to the young man's surprise, he found that more than half of the pain in his body had dissipated. He slowly stood up, his naked body exposed, and said in a low voice: "You can call me Long Thirteen, it's not an auspicious number, but I like it."

  "Ah? I remember Zhang telling me about a 'Dragon Team', are you the 13th one? Ah, no no no, I didn't mean to pry... Chekhov, hurry up and tell Mr. Zhang not to drink anymore, just say that the young man has been rescued and is back."

  Chekhov hastily responded and rushed out. He was also thinking to himself: "Anyway, it's not possible to open the chip for the time being, so there's no need to get that ghost drunk. Dammit, liquor isn't free!"

  With one kick, Chikov burst open the door to another cellar and shouted loudly: "Dyest, don't drink any more! The boss is calling you... Oh, Mr. Ghost, your lost little sheep has come back, you can go and caress it well."

  But in just one day, Mr. Zhang's face had become much more haggard, and he immediately looked refreshed and rejuvenated, tossing aside the wine bottle in his hand and striding out of the room. Jestre muttered a few words, grabbed Chikov by the arm, and forced him to keep drinking with him. Anyway, everything was understood now, and from here on out it was all the boss's problem; might as well take some time off to have a little fun.

  Yi had just sent someone over with a set of his own clothes, and Long Thirteen was still hastily putting them on when Mr. Zhang burst in, anxiously asking: "Are you okay? Are you okay? You damned fool, aren't you dead yet? Dammit, if something happened to you, how would I explain it to the higher-ups? Dammit, do you think you're some kind of indestructible Iron Man? Even if that were true, that's MI6's 007 we're talking about - what are you? Ah, Yi, sorry, I'm just too anxious."

  Looking at Yi Chen, Mr. Zhang asked him: "Is there any other news?"

  Yi Chen whistled softly and casually sat down on the nearest sofa, smiling and saying: "Oh, news? There are at least fifty special agents monitoring the entrance of the Chinese embassy, what do you think we should do?"

  Mr. Zhang furrowed his brow: "Really?"

  "Yeah, my men also had a run-in with those lovely agents. They got drunk and 'fought', now they're all at the Scotland Yard. Unfortunately, two poor agents were beaten into brain concussion, what a pity... That's all for now."

  Mr. Zhang scolded Yi Chen, looking at Long Thirteen who had tidied up his clothes: "You stinky little brat, if it wasn't for my acquaintance with your superior, I wouldn't bother with you... You can go die in whatever ditch you want. Did you think you could get the information by yourself? Why didn't you discuss it with me before charging in? Dammit... How badly are you hurt? Don't tell me you're missing any arms or legs?"

  Long thirteen shook his head and revealed a triumphant smile: "The injury is nothing, but I got the data." He carefully handed the chip to Mr. Zhang.

  Mr. Zhang glanced at Yi Chen, who had already unfolded a copy of The Times and was reading it with great interest, pretending not to notice their conversation, but he also showed no intention of leaving the scene.

  Mr. Zhang smiled wryly, glared at Yi Chen fiercely, thought for a moment, and instructed: "You leave the UK immediately, this is troublesome for you... I'll find a way to send the materials back. You're simply reckless, your luck is good, do you know that? If it weren't for Mr. Yi's help, even I would have been dragged down by you. Damn, to save you, my team has been dispatched, and we still don't know what the situation is like now."

  Yi Chen suddenly raised his head: "Zhang, be honest with me, is this kid very important? Is his life extremely valuable?"

  Mr. Zhang fell silent for a moment, then nodded vigorously and said: "Of course, he is one of our own core talents that we have cultivated, not just in martial arts, but almost all-around, a true 007. Such young men are very rare... But they don't have much experience, impulsive, self-righteous, damn it, this flaw will eventually get them killed."

  Yi Chen let out a sound, and lowered his head again. A genius? That kind of freak was raised by the Childcare Department, right? No wonder they're so tense. Maybe they've already decided on their future positions, which is why Zhang would be so flustered. Comparing them again, although Yi Yang's group has great strength, in other aspects, they're basically useless.

  Phil slipped in quietly and said in a low voice, "Boss, bad news. There are over a dozen agents lingering around our front and back doors."

  "Damn it, I reckon Jester and the others were tailed when they came back. M wouldn't not send someone to keep an eye on me. After all, I'm the only one who can find Dragon Thirteen quickly... damn it."

  Zhang looked at Yi and gritted his teeth, saying: "One million, send him and the chip out of the UK." The British had lost their most important data and would not let it go easily. Zhang knew that unless Yi helped him smuggle, his own network wouldn't be able to get a piece of paper out of London. Zhang had long been on the blacklist of intelligence agencies around the world, but no one knew he was actually "You Hun".

  Yi Chen gave him a cold look and shrugged, saying: "I now want to steal 10 million to let the two gentlemen leave London... damn it."

  Zhang smiled: "Right, I forgot, if we're exposed, you'll be implicated too, won't you?"

  Yi Chen stood up and said without looking at Long Thirteen, "Take good care of yourselves for two days. I'll find an opportunity to send you off." After that, he took away all the subordinates in the room.

  "Who is he? So arrogant?"

  Zhang glared at him, scolding: "Don't always think that the world revolves around you 'Dragon Team' kids... Damn it, you managed to get the information, that's impressive, huh? But if you're really capable, why did you directly lead the British to suspect us? Twenty minutes after the incident, all of our people were being monitored!"

  Long thirteen rolled his eyes: "I took a few shots, cursed a few sentences in Chinese, that's it."

  "Alright, now you know? MI6 isn't stupid either, huh? Hmm, this time's incident, if not handled properly, my organization will be in big trouble... But still, gotta send you back quickly, hmm. From now on, make it a habit to curse in Japanese when you want to scold someone, that's a good idea, maybe I'll even write a detailed plan and submit it... Hmm, this idea isn't bad at all."

  Long thirteen laughed: "Zhang, really good idea... However, that old man's place, help me bear some of it. I'm risking my life for the country's benefit during vacation and getting seriously injured. If not for merits, at least give some bonuses or something."

  "Damn it, you think you're so clever, prize money, humph. If my man is touched by a British agent even a little bit, damn it, you'll be keeping me company slowly."

  "'Wandering Soul' squad, all mobilized?"

  Zhang bitterly smiled: "No way, I didn't expect Yi to find you so quickly. I told them to try their best to sabotage it and at least share the pressure a bit, right?"

  Long thirteen's face sank: "It's not worth it, for me alone, maybe sacrificing seven people, it's not worth it."

  Zhang Wu sat on the sofa: "Who told you that you are more valuable than those bastards? What can I do? Can only abandon the car to protect the general... Young man, in the future, be more steady in your actions... Alas, this time I'll take some of the blame for you, just say it was me who asked you to assist us in stealing the data. Anyway, I have the right to ask you to cooperate..."

  Long thirteen's face turned iron green, 'abandoning the chariot to save the commander', a taste that couldn't be spoken of surged up in his heart.

  Yi Chen, who was using his divine sense to observe from upstairs, also took a cold breath. No wonder David knew that Zhang was the "Rogue Soul" and would be scared out of his wits. Damn it, he could abandon his own direct subordinate just for someone more important... But were the people in the "Rogue Soul" team all idiots? Were they willing to take risks at knife's edge? Especially at a critical juncture where British military police special agents were swarming around?

  Yi Chen shook his head, a somewhat puzzled shake of the head...