The entrance to the cent factory faced a high-speed expressway, with cars moving swiftly—a suitable place for retreat. Luo Zheng, his face as cold as ice, scanned the surroundings and started to feel a growing sense of alarm. There was no trace of any vehicles or people at the entrance. Could it be that the enemy hadn't arrived? As he pondered this, his phone rang. He picked it up and saw an unfamiliar number. After answering quickly, he said, "It's ."
"You're quick, didn't expect you to be early. Looks like you're punctual. Abandon your car and run across to the farm on the opposite side of the road. No tricks, we're watching your every move," the person on the line said coldly. It was the sa man who had called earlier, and he hung up imdiately after speaking.
Luo Zheng looked at the continuous stream of vehicles on the road, his expression darkening. Crossing was easy, but the agreed location had been the cent factory. It was possible that the drunks and other people were already hidden at the factory waiting for orders. Heading to the opposite side now would an he was on his own. But the thought of his family's safety made Luo Zheng dash across without hesitation, and knowing he was under surveillance, he dared not make any calls.
After making it across the road, Luo Zheng followed a muddy path inward, surrounded by dense apple trees providing ample concealnt. He sheathed his black long knife on his back, drew his pistol, loaded it, and continued forward with a watchful eye.
Soon, a row of red-brick flat-roofed houses appeared ahead with a small clearing at the entrance. A middle-aged man stood leisurely waiting, and on the ground lay a person, firmly bound. Luo Zheng was taken aback and began to look around cautiously, only to hear the other party shout, "Stop looking. At least five guns are aiming at you right now. Co here."
Gritting his teeth, Luo Zheng walked forward, ready for anything. Reaching the middle-aged man, he demanded angrily, "Where is my family? Where are they?" His gun imdiately aid at the other party, his eyes full of murderous intent.
"Don't rush." The middle-aged man scoffed lazily and kicked the person on the ground, who turned over in pain.
"Hmm?" Luo Zheng was surprised and asked cautiously, "What do you an?"
"It's simple, I'm a Reincarnation man, but also a Huaxia Country national. Last night, while I was at a bar worrying about how to kill you for revenge, I accidentally overheard this bastard cursing you. After tying him up and questioning him, it turned out this guy revealed the location of your family and even hired us with a huge sum of money to kill you and steal your research results. A situation where we could hit two birds with one stone, life does offer so good luck," the middle-aged man said coldly, seemingly in no hurry.
"Where is my family then?" Luo Zheng demanded coldly.
"Assassins have their principles too. The one I want to kill is you, not your family. Once you're dead, your family will naturally be released. Don't worry about them," the middle-aged man explained calmly.
"Bastards like him deserve to die a thousand tis over. If he hired you, why did you tie him up?" Luo Zheng forced himself to calm down, looking around warily. Not spotting any signs of danger, he had already turned on his cell phone and switched it to recording mode, hoping to gather evidence. It was unlikely that the Drunk and the others hadn't seen their target for a while and would not contact headquarters. Once they did, satellite positioning would easily locate him and rush to support him. The most urgent task was to gain ti.
"Assassins have principles too. Killing is one thing, but betraying the interests of the country is not our business. Originally, I didn't know what the research results were. After investigating this morning, I learned the truth and naturally wasn't going to be cordial to that bastard. Any more questions? If not, let's get on with it," the middle-aged man said coldly.
"So you an, if he had simply hired you to kill , it wouldn't have been a problem?" Luo Zheng pressed on.
"Of course. It's natural to work for money. He should never have ntioned the research results," the middle-aged man replied with a sneer.
"Since you know it's a national secret and don't want to betray the nation's interests, why do you still want the research results?" Luo Zheng countered coldly while considering his exit strategy.
"Simple. I took the money, and I have to deliver the goods to the employer. That's the principle. Afterward, killing the employer and destroying the so-called secrets allows to take the money without sacrificing my conscience—a win-win situation," the middle-aged man said, his face growing impatient and about to give an order.
"One last question," Luo Zheng hurriedly said, "Since I'm going to die anyway, let understand everything first. I'd like to have a few words with this bastard, may I?"
"You may," the middle-aged man replied, stepping back cautiously as he watched Luo Zheng. Luo Zheng took a few steps forward, removed the dirty cloth from Song Yang's mouth, and slapped his face several tis to wake him up. He then asked coldly, "Song Yang, speak. Why did you want the research results?"
"Son of a bitch, go to hell," Song Yang retorted stubbornly, hysterically cursing.
"You plotted against my family, that's cri one. Hiring an assassin to kill , that's cri two. Stealing state secrets, that's cri three. With these three cris combined, it will be difficult for you to escape death," Luo Zheng said coldly, losing interest in further questioning.
"What a joke. I'm from the Song family. The Song family won't just watch die. As for you, being able to watch you die is well worth it, hahaha!" Song Yang yelled angrily, completely losing control of his emotions.
Luo Zheng shook his head, looking at Song Yang with a hint of pity, and said coldly, "I once thought you were a worthy opponent. Now, it seems you're still a worthless dandy. Tell , why did you want the research results?"
"Because I wanted you dead. Once I had the results, your mission would be deed a failure. You'd be facing a military court, while I would reclaim everything that belongs to , including Lan Xue. After I get tired of her, I'll sell her overseas to do sex work. I believe that will be quite satisfying, hahaha," Song Yang said with a cold laugh, blindingly proud, seemingly forgetting his own dire situation, completely blinded by hatred.
"You're asking for death," Luo Zheng said in a fury, grabbing Song Yang just as a trendous sense of danger swept over him. Without ti to think, he hurled Song Yang towards the middle-aged man, leaped forward, and gunfire rang next to his ears, bullets seeming to fly just over his head. Luo Zheng's face turned grim as he rolled into the apple orchard.
The gunfire behind him suddenly ceased. Luo Zheng, curious and cautious, peered out from behind a tree to see the middle-aged man shooting Song Yang twice before running out, completely ignoring Luo Zheng as if he didn't matter. This piqued Luo Zheng's curiosity—what was all this about? Rembering there were assassins in the orchard, he didn't dare move, remaining vigilant and observing his surroundings.
Suddenly, Luo Zheng heard rustling noises and darted aside like lightning, turning back to see an assassin firing at him, bullets roaring out of the chamber with a lethal presence, snapping a tree branch—the very spot where he had just hidden. Shocked, he realized the seriousness of the situation.
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