The temple where the State Preceptor is hidden has an external na, called Padma Temple, which is very famous in Yin Country, located at the foot of a mountain there. The surrounding terrain is flat, with shrubs everywhere, the temple isn't tall, surrounded on three sides, with a crystal-clear lake in the middle, deep blue waters, lush trees inside the temple, with buildings that are rich in local cultural features. The temple belongs to the royal family, and it has unearthed countless invaluable gold, jewels, and cultural relics, and to protect and excavate these treasures, the temple is safeguarded by commandos, with local police assisting.
On this day, countless believers ca to the temple to demand a eting with the State Preceptor. They did not believe the State Preceptor would suddenly beco seriously ill, but were stopped by the police at the gate's cordon, with ard commandos glaring at the crowd, not letting anyone step across the line.
It was afternoon, and more and more people gathered, emotions sowhat agitated, but the police and commandos gave no chance to anyone, imdiately advising the problematic ones to leave, and if not, they'd be arrested and taken away without rcy. These strong asures from the police and commandos managed to suppress the crowd's excessive emotions, preventing chaos.
Luo Zheng and the others blended into the outer crowd, watching curiously but secretly observing the surroundings. They found the terrain flat, with no defensible positions. The temple was the highest building around, surveillance everywhere, and with the commandos and police cooperating in defenses, long-distance sniping was impossible, and close assaults would be exposed. What to do?
Everyone discreetly exchanged glances, their faces grim with thoughts. Knowing the target was inside the temple but finding no opportunity for action made them frantic. Long-distance sniping was unrealistic now, and close range too dangerous; the only option was to infiltrate and assassinate, but given the security around, infiltration seed unlikely.
Luo Zheng earnestly studied the surrounding terrain, secretly noting it down while considering strategies. The State Preceptor's cris were unforgivable; he must be eliminated, or the sacrifices of the brothers would be in vain. However, reckless action wasn't an option; they'd have to co back at night to find a chance.
At that mont, a team of ard commandos rushed from the temple, setting up a periter, guns pointed forward, as if facing a great enemy, startling the surrounding crowd. Soon, police ca to reassure them. Luo Zheng watched this scene in surprise, his gaze falling on the contact person, seriously lowering his voice to ask, "Do you understand what they are saying? What's going on?"
The contact did not imdiately answer Luo Zheng's question but perked his ears and pushed forward into the crowd. Shortly, he ran back and whispered to Luo Zheng that it was the State Preceptor coming out to dispel rumors; the commandos were just on alert and hadn't discovered anything, telling everyone not to worry.
"Dispelling rumors?" Luo Zheng was taken aback but quickly realized it was his rumors at work, forcing the State Preceptor out to respond. His plan was working, but how to launch an attack with such tight security? And then how to retreat successfully afterward?
Risking everyone's lives to complete the mission was not sothing Luo Zheng would do. He calmly observed, and not long after, indeed, a dignified old Monk appeared, with lowered gaze in a contemplative state, being escorted out by a team of commandos, none other than the State Preceptor.
Luo Zheng saw that the individual looked exactly like the person in the photo. To ensure safety, he still called Lan Xing to use satellite reconnaissance for cranial analysis on the target to confirm the identity. Lan Xing quickly confird the target as the State Preceptor.
With the target confird, Luo Zheng couldn't suppress his burning anger, pushing forward. Lan Xue, stunned, grabbed Luo Zheng's arm, seeing Luo Zheng's questioning gaze, Lan Xue seriously shook her head and said, "Don't act rashly, stay calm."
"Alright." Luo Zheng realized he was a bit agitated, took a deep breath to force himself to calm down, abandoning the thought of moving forward, and looked toward the State Preceptor's direction, contemplating.
By now, the State Preceptor was speaking loudly into a microphone, using the local language, which was completely unintelligible. Luo Zheng looked to the contact, who lowered his voice and said, "The other side is making statents to prove he's fine, reassuring the crowd."
"Charge ahead?" Ghost Hand suggested in a low voice, making a neck-slashing gesture.
Luo Zheng knew Ghost Hand was suggesting a stealth move. After thinking, in this situation, there's probably a sixty percent chance to kill the State Preceptor, but not everyone would get away safely, pondering deeply—there's only one chance, and if missed, it'll be gone forever. What to do?
After a while, the crowd's emotions gradually cald down from the State Preceptor's words. Having through rumor techniques forced the State Preceptor out, now it seed this opportunity was truly wasted. Luo Zheng reluctantly looked at Lan Xue, who shook her head with a bitter smile, saying nothing.
Luo Zheng knew Lan Xue also disagreed with acting. With nearly a hundred police around, several hundred commandos, and being in flat wilderness, once action is taken, escaping was impossible. Swapping five for one was not worth it. Luo Zheng understood, nodded, yet still didn't want to waste the opportunity, signaling everyone to follow him to the outskirts.
Vigilant, Luo Zheng glanced around; nobody seed to notice. Luo Zheng looked at the contact, lowered his voice and said, "You go start the vehicle, prepare to support." The contact agreed and hurried away. Luo Zheng continued softly, "Fit the suppressor, target the State Preceptor, one shot each, avoid exposing, retreat swiftly after firing, even if just injuring, there's still a chance to act."
"Understood." Everyone whispered, understood with a smile, as long as the target is hospitalized, there's still opportunity to act. This ti, if not acting, it will be difficult in the future. They scattered and blended into the crowd.
Luo Zheng also mixed into the crowd, reaching a position about sixty ters from the State Preceptor. This distance exceeded pistol range, yet near the cordon, unable to move forward. Luo Zheng draped his outer clothes over his right hand, concealing the pistol, secretly aiming over, estimated everyone was ready, lightly tapped the earpiece twice, emitting a faint hum—it's the attack signal.
Innurable battles cultivated their tacit understanding, hearing the earpiece's touch sound, imdiately comprehending, aiming their pistols and firing quickly.
"Puff!" The pistol fitted with a suppressor emitted a faint sound of bullet departure, drowned out by the surrounding crowd's continuous slogans, unnoticed by anyone until a commando blocking the State Preceptor sensed sothing wrong, pouncing him to the ground, did everyone realize sothing happened, exchanging uncertain glances.
By this ti, everyone mixed into the crowd for a swift retreat. Luo Zheng didn't imdiately withdraw but stayed to observe the outco, discovering the State Preceptor seed hit, carried towards the temple, life unknown, swiftly retreated, regretting internally—if it was within fifty ters, if hit, he wouldn't die, he'd at least be wasted; but sixty ters away, the pistol's bullet lethality limited, Luo Zheng held little hope, retreating swiftly with the chaotic crowd.
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