AWB Chapter 192 One Ring Within a Ring
Chapter 192 One Ring Within a Ring
The bullets became surprisingly clear in Ye Yingxue's eyes; their trajectories and paths were all clearly visible.
Oh no, the young marshal is in danger!
Ye Yingxue's pupils suddenly contracted.
Her body moved instinctively.
The moment the bullet was fired, she turned around and leaped to shield Chen Zijun.
Her movements were incredibly fast, like a black lightning bolt drawing an arc through the air.
The bullets whistled through the air, carrying the scent of death.
Ye Yingxue could feel the airflow from the bullets; it was death beckoning to her.
But she did not back down.
Her body spun in the air, her teeth bared, her eyes resolute.
The instant the bullet flew past!
She bit the bullet!
Yes, she bit the deadly bullet with her teeth!
The bullet, carrying immense kinetic energy, propelled her backward several steps. Her body staggered, but her feet firmly gripped the ground.
She finally stopped in front of Chen Zijun, turned her head slightly, and a bright yellow bullet was between her teeth. Blood was flowing down the corner of her mouth, and even the airflow from the bullet caused her blood to splatter onto Chen Zijun's face.
No one expected that a bullet could be caught!
I never expected that they would catch it like that.
Everyone was stunned.
It turns out that the dashing woman beside Marshal Chen is actually quite skilled.
It turns out we really underestimated him. We just thought it was because the young Marshal Chen was young and frivolous, and that he was absurd to take a female bodyguard everywhere he went.
At this moment, Ye Yingxue gritted her teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and snatched a rifle from the hand of a nearby guard, since the pistol at her waist had insufficient range.
Her movements were fluid and swift, as if she had rehearsed them countless times.
He turned gracefully, cocked the rifle, chambered a bullet, slung it over his shoulder, and fired at the high-rise building outside the banquet hall.
Her eyes were cold, and her fingers were steady.
Bang bang bang!
Three shots in a row, all hitting the target.
Outside the banquet hall, a sniper was shot in the head and fell from the rooftop.
His body arced through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
boom!
The sniper fell to the ground and died instantly.
Blood stained the ground, and his eyes were still open, as if he couldn't believe he was dead.
Outside the banquet hall, the other snipers were stunned.
They never expected that Ye Yingxue would be able to turn the tables and kill their companion.
They began to panic; some wanted to run away, while others wanted to continue shooting.
But Ye Yingxue didn't give them a chance.
She pulled the bolt again, chambered a bullet, and aimed at another sniper.
boom!
Another sniper has fallen.
The banquet hall was in an uproar.
The guests screamed in terror and scattered.
Chen Zijun remained calm and composed. He helped Ye Yingxue up, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
"Yanzi, how are you?"
"Swallow" was Ye Yingxue's nickname, and Chen Zijun rarely called her that. But this one word warmed Ye Yingxue's heart.
He didn't just worry about his own safety, nor did he ask about the enemy; instead, his first priority was to take care of himself.
that's nice!
Composing herself, Ye Yingxue's face was pale, but her voice remained firm: "Young Marshal, I'm fine."
Chen Zijun sneered: "Marcel, is this your 'accident'? Is that all you've got?"
He turned to the high-rise building outside the banquet hall, his voice echoing throughout the room: "Marcel, I'm giving you 24 hours. Either you get out here yourself, or I'll personally go to the French Concession and arrest you. Whether the French Concession will still exist then will depend on which path you choose!"
The banquet hall was completely silent.
Everyone stared at Chen Zijun in shock.
They hadn't expected Chen Zijun to be so calm and so domineering.
The representatives from the British and American consulates turned pale; they had not expected Marcel's operation to fail so miserably.
Just then, an explosion suddenly came from a corner of the banquet hall.
boom!
But the explosion was very faint, like... a dud?
The guests screamed in terror again.
But Chen Zijun just sneered.
"Hmph. Marcel, you not only planted snipers, but also bombs? Too bad, we replaced your bombs with fakes long ago."
He glanced at the suspicious-looking men in the corner; they were traitors arranged by Marcel to plant the bombs.
The men were trembling, their faces filled with fear. They hadn't expected their plan to be discovered.
Moranzhi led several guards into the room and quickly subdued the traitors.
"Young Marshal, these men were arranged by Marcel to plant the bombs," Moranzhi reported. "However, Su Guiying and Feng Yong replaced the bombs with fakes long ago, so there were no casualties."
It turned out that Su Guiying and Feng Yong had already taken control of Shanghai's underworld before the banquet even began. Through the Green Gang's channels, they learned of Marcel's plan to plant a bomb in the banquet hall.
So they sent men infiltrated the banquet hall beforehand and replaced all the bombs planted by the traitors arranged by Marcel with fake ones.
Those fake bombs looked just like the real ones, but they were actually filled with clay and sand.
When Marcel's traitor pressed the detonator, it only produced a muffled thud and caused no harm.
The guests in the banquet hall screamed in terror upon hearing the explosion, but quickly breathed a sigh of relief when they realized there had been no actual explosion.
Chen Zijun sneered, "How laughable. The sniper got killed, and the bomb was replaced with a fake. What can you do now?"
He turned to everyone in the banquet hall and said in a loud voice, "Distinguished guests, what happened tonight was an attempt by the French consulate to collude with the Japanese to assassinate me and frame the Northern Expeditionary Army. But their plot has been exposed and countered by us."
"I will issue an ultimatum to France: hand over Marcel within 24 hours. Otherwise, the French Concession will cease to exist!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the banquet hall erupted in uproar.
The guests stared at Chen Zijun in shock. They hadn't expected him to be so domineering, issuing an ultimatum directly to France.
The representatives from the British and American consulates turned pale. They hadn't expected that Marcel's actions were not only a series of deadly steps, but more importantly, that he had not only failed to achieve his assassination goal but had also angered Chen Zijun.
Chen Zijun turned to the representatives of the British and American consulates and sneered, "Consuls, you knew about Marcel's plan all along, didn't you? But you didn't stop it, nor did you participate. You just wanted to watch the show."
The representatives from the British and American consulates changed their expressions and quickly stood up.
"Mr. Chen, we...we were unaware of Marcel's plan, and we warned you. We just didn't know he was so ruthless..." British Consul Bardon stammered.
"Don't you know?" Chen Zijun sneered. "How could you not know that Marcel is colluding with Japan? Your intelligence network is even more advanced than ours."
U.S. Consul Cunningham's face was grim: "Mr. Chen, we really don't know. This kind of thing is top secret in every country, and our intelligence capabilities are really not as strong as you think."
"Hmph." Chen Zijun sneered, "Whether you know it or not, you are also responsible for what happened tonight. France and Japan colluded to assassinate me and frame the Northern Expeditionary Army. More importantly, they first disrupted the meeting, then sent a sniper to assassinate me, and finally someone tried to detonate the venue—that was to kill everyone here! Think about it, what is this? This is terrorism! This is a serious provocation against China's sovereignty. I will make the French and the Japanese pay the price."
He turned to everyone in the banquet hall and said in a loud voice, "Distinguished guests, tonight's banquet has come to an end. Please leave in an orderly manner and be mindful of your safety."
The guests rose to their feet, preparing to leave the banquet hall.
Chen Zijun helped Ye Yingxue walk towards the exit of the banquet hall.
"Yanzi, how are your injuries?" Chen Zijun asked with concern.
"Young Marshal, I'm fine. I just suffered some tooth injuries, nothing fatal." Ye Yingxue's face was pale, but her voice remained firm.
"Sister Cao will be here soon, she will treat your wounds," Chen Zijun said.
"Thank you, young marshal," Ye Yingxue said.
Just then, Cao Qingdi rushed in with a medical kit.
"Xiaoxue!" Cao Qingdi said anxiously, "How are your injuries?"
"Sister Qingdi, I'm fine. I just hurt my teeth a little, it's nothing, don't worry, I can protect the young marshal," Ye Yingxue said.
Cao Qingdi quickly opened the medical kit and treated Ye Yingxue's wounds.
The first-aid kit contained various medicines and medical equipment. Disinfectant, gauze, hemostats, and scalpels were all available.
Cao Qingdi first cleaned the wound on Ye Yingxue's mouth with disinfectant, and then gently wiped away the blood with gauze.
Ye Yingxue's lip was a little red and swollen, but the wound wasn't deep. Although the bullet had a lot of kinetic energy, Ye Yingxue bit it with her teeth, greatly reducing the damage.
Cao Qingdi carefully examined Ye Yingxue's mouth and confirmed that no bones or nerves were damaged.
"Thankfully, the bullet didn't hit any bones or nerves," Cao Qingdi breathed a sigh of relief. "It's just a soft tissue injury; a few days of rest will do the trick."
Cao Qingdi skillfully cleaned the wound, stopped the bleeding, and bandaged it.
"Xiaoxue, you are so brave," Cao Qingdi said. "If you hadn't blocked the bullet, the young marshal would have been in danger."
"This is my duty," Ye Yingxue said.
Chen Zijun looked at Ye Yingxue, a hint of emotion flashing in his eyes.
"Yanzi, thank you," Chen Zijun said.
"Young Marshal, no need to thank me. Protecting you is my duty," Ye Yingxue said.
Chen Zijun nodded and turned to Mo Lanzhi.
"Sister Lanzhi, interrogate those traitors thoroughly. I need to know whether it was Marcel's or the Japanese's idea, and more importantly, how they arranged it."
"Understood, young marshal," Mo Lanzhi said.
"Furthermore, have Shen Li send a regiment of German-equipped troops to surround the French Concession. Target the French consulate with 105mm howitzers." Chen Zijun sneered. "I want Marcel to know what the consequences will be for offending me."
"Understood, young marshal," Mo Lanzhi said.
Chen Zijun looked at the tall buildings outside the banquet hall, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
The representatives from the British and American consulates looked grim, but dared not say anything more and hurriedly left the banquet hall.
Chen Zijun watched their retreating figures, a cold smile playing on his lips.
Britain and the US are indeed driven by self-interest. When problems arose in France, they tried to abandon ship.
However, this was exactly what Chen Zijun wanted to do.
The best strategy is to exploit the rifts between the great powers and defeat them one by one.
He turned to Cao Qingdi and asked with concern, "Sister Cao, how is Yanzi's injury?"
"Don't worry, little brother. Yingxue is from Shaolin and her martial arts skills are not weak. She wasn't seriously injured this time. Her injuries are not serious and she will be fine after a few days of rest," Cao Qingdi said.
"That's good," Chen Zijun said.
He led Ye Yingxue toward the exit of the banquet hall.
Outside the banquet hall, the night was deep.
Neon lights flashed, and traffic flowed.
But Chen Zijun could sense a tense atmosphere in the air.
If Marcel does not come out within 24 hours, the French Concession will cease to exist.
This will be a storm.
Chen Zijun was already prepared.