Eunuch, do you really know these martial arts?

Chapter 283 The Mass Suicide of North Indian Spies
Therefore, even if it's a consumption of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands or millions in one night, it's nothing more than fleeting clouds in her eyes.

The same applies to Jiang Nian.

Both of them enjoyed this environment.

"Professor Jiang Nian, how about we have some red wine? Wouldn't that be more fitting for the occasion?"

Taylor Swift blushed and made the suggestion.

"Okay."

Jiang Nian waved his hand, and the waiter understood immediately.

He had overheard their conversation and then casually picked up the wine menu.
"Sir, Madam, what do you think?"

The waiter had the foresight to flip the first page and place it in the middle so that both of them could see it clearly, and at the same time asked a question.

"Teacher Jiang Nian, please come here."

Taylor Swift spoke first.

"it is good."

Jiang Nian nodded, pointing to the 1982 Lafite:

"Just one bottle will do, remember to put it in the ice bucket."

"Okay, sir."

The waiter turned and went to the kitchen. Three minutes later, he returned with a small cart on which was a bottle of red wine in an ice bucket.

After the wine was served, the waiter very politely opened the bottle and poured a glass for Jiang Nian and Mei Mei.

The warm and inviting environment put Jiang Nian in a good mood.

It seemed like this was truly the first time he had experienced such a situation.

Although he had known about these things for a long time, he had never actually come here.

Taylor Swift looked at Jiang Nian and felt that the moment was peaceful and serene.

"Teacher Jiang Nian, thank you for taking care of me during this time."

Taylor Swift held her wine glass in her two little hands, thanking Jiang Nian.

Jiang Nian nodded upon hearing this, lightly clinked his wine glass with hers, and the two drank it down in one gulp.

And at the same time.

What should have been a heartwarming private moment between a young couple was instead being monitored in real time by two groups of people.

The first wave naturally refers to the National Security Department of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Bai Yongxu was watching the scene of the two interacting on the screen with a maternal smile, nodding and commenting from time to time:

"Such a wonderful girl is willing to throw herself at me, why don't I have such a romantic encounter?"

Bai Yongxu sighed with emotion.

"Back in the day, I was quite the dashing young master..."

A colleague standing nearby chuckled and joked:
"Okay, I've recorded that sentence. I'll send it to my sister-in-law later."

"Hey, you..."

Bai Yongxu immediately became anxious.

After joking around with his colleagues, Bai Yongxu pointed to a scene on the screen and asked,
Do you think Jiang Nianhui was fooled?

His colleague shrugged.

"I'm not sure either. I doubt it's possible that Professor Jiang Nian wouldn't do that."

"Given his status and abilities, he's certainly not short of girls. He shouldn't be acting impulsively... following a girl around..."

"Didn't you already tell Jiang Nian about Taylor Swift's identity?"

Bai Yongxu nodded.

"Yes, I did tell him."

"However, judging from Teacher Jiang Nian's posture, it seems like he really intends to..."

Bai Yongxu was also worried.

His colleagues were also unsure of the answer; no one knew what Jiang Nian was thinking.

Meanwhile, the minister from North India was having his men set up high-definition cameras from thirty-six directions.

Each camera can monitor a distance of one to five kilometers.

At this moment, through the windows of this restaurant, one can see from all directions, whether it's the mezzanine of the surrounding hundred-story buildings, the rooftop, or the windows of the basement.

Every location, as long as it's well-hidden, is monitored from a distance by a camera, with the image magnified to an extreme degree.

Furthermore, the image quality is extremely clear, indistinguishable from watching it live.

So at this moment, the minister was also enjoying this scene.

Feeling that Jiang Nian had completely fallen into Taylor Swift's hands, she nodded in satisfaction and said:
"Not bad."

"Now, things are finally on the right track."

Minister Zhou smiled and nodded, then said to his subordinate beside him:

"Eliminate all the undercover agents involved in this matter. Remember not to leave any trace. Don't let those dogs with particularly keen noses from the Great Xia National Security Department catch us. I don't want any more trouble later."

"Yes, Minister."

The subordinate immediately nodded in agreement and turned to leave the monitoring room.

No wonder this minister is so ruthless.

He had encountered similar situations before.

The first time, out of a soft heart, I didn't want to eliminate them all, and instead decided to move the sentries ahead of time.

But in the end, one or two were caught by the State Security Department of the Great Xia.

Ultimately, under torture and forced confessions, none of them could withstand it and revealed everything they knew.

That time, North India's carefully laid out network of secret sentries, which had been established over ten years, was largely wiped out, causing him heavy losses and almost shaking his foundation.

The second time, he deliberately gave the order to the sentries to retreat immediately after he finished doing the task.

And all the operational routes were planned in advance.

To prevent any unforeseen circumstances, they even went so far as to spend a large sum of money to relocate all these people overseas.

Thinking that even if Da Xia's arms were long, there was nothing he could do.

But to his utter surprise, one or two of them were eventually caught.

And the ending is the same.

No matter how far his men ran, they were eventually found either hanged in their homes, shot, or hit by cars.

In short, none of them survived.

His secrets were also largely leaked, resulting in another heavy loss and almost leading to his complete downfall.

After these two incidents.

He knew that these chess pieces were chess pieces because their lives were worthless, and they should be thrown away and destroyed immediately after use.

Only the dead can keep secrets.

Meanwhile, inside the State Security Department of Daxia.

Bai Yongxu sat on the recliner and stretched:

"Old Zhao, that's about enough."

Bai Yongxu got up, twisted his neck, and stretched his muscles. He then said to Old Zhao:
"Old Zhao, it's time for a cleanup."

Old Zhao beamed and whispered into his walkie-talkie:

"Second team, third team, move out."

Meanwhile, inside a bar, two National Security Department support personnel, around twenty-three years old, were wearing headphones.

After hearing the message from their superior through their earpieces, the two immediately focused their attention on a blond-haired thug sitting at the next table.

The two exchanged a glance, both understanding the meaning in each other's eyes.

At the same time, after provoking a rich second-generation to become the scapegoat, the blond thug immediately received a retreat order from his superiors.

But this retreat is different from the previous ones; in case of an emergency, they will immediately commit suicide.

So, in order to survive, he got up immediately without thinking and prepared to leave.

As soon as he stood up, he noticed that the two young men at the next table, who had been watching him intentionally or unintentionally, suddenly also stood up abruptly.

The three of them looked at each other, and the air froze instantly.

The blond thug's heart skipped a beat; he knew something was wrong.

He could easily see who the other person was.

The thug immediately bit off the poison gas sac under his tongue.

"Oh no! Stop him!"

Two members of the National Security Department's Second Team were startled by Huang Mao's actions, and then pounced on him like tigers, trying to stop him from committing suicide.

But the blond-haired man just smiled disdainfully and bit down hard.

The next second, the blond thug appeared to be in pain, clutching his throat, his eyes wide open like saucers, foaming at the mouth, and collapsing to the ground in an instant.

In the brightly lit bar, Huang Mao's sudden suicide did not cause the slightest disturbance.

Because everyone else was swaying their hips to the flickering lights.

With the music so loud it was deafening, nobody noticed this place at all.

Even the young men in another booth next to the blond-haired man, upon seeing him suddenly foam at the mouth and collapse, merely laughed mockingly.
"Hilarious! This blond guy's no good, he passed out after just a few bottles of wine?"

"It's a pity it's a guy. If it were a girl, we brothers would be in for a treat tonight."

The young men in the booth chuckled and whispered, as if the scene was full of drama.

The number one and number two players of the second team had furrowed brows and looked grim.

Number Two immediately pressed the earpiece to respond.

"Reporting, Captain! The target being monitored by Team Two has committed suicide!"

Inside the National Security Department's monitoring room.

Bai Yongxu was about to leave the monitoring room to personally participate in the operation.

Upon hearing this news, a look of astonishment appeared on his face. He stopped in his tracks and stared at Old Zhao in surprise.

The latter, equally astonished, said in disbelief:
"It seems the other side was prepared; they acted so quickly."

"They're really ruthless; they're determined not to let us find the slightest clue!"

Bai Yongxu exclaimed in surprise:

"Those guys from North India are really ruthless. It took a lot of effort to cultivate such a pawn."

“Training in all aspects, including reconnaissance, counter-reconnaissance, and code of conduct, is not easy, and the result is that it is destroyed after use.”

"If they continue like this, sooner or later they'll destroy themselves without anyone else even having to lift a finger."

Bai Yongxu muttered to himself, speechless.

Then, he was about to pick up the walkie-talkie to ask about the situation of the other teams.

The next second, countless announcements rang out in succession:

"Report, Captain! Team One's target has committed suicide!"

"Captain, Team Three's target has committed suicide!"

"Captain, Team Five's target has committed suicide!"

……

In an instant, all thirty targets they were targeting committed suicide on the spot; they hadn't managed to catch a single one!
They had originally planned to use these thirty-odd targets to trace the other party's base of operations.

They are confident they can do it.

If they catch just two of them, that will be enough for them to follow the trail and find the rest.

At least they could ruthlessly sever the few tentacles of North India that were deeply embedded in Bactria.

If they're lucky, they might even be able to damage the company's foundation, preventing it from making any major moves for a period of time.

They even act like startled birds, so frightened that they retract their other antennae, serving as a warning to others.

But Bai Yongxu never expected things to turn out this way.

"Forget it, they've already been burned twice, so it's not surprising that they would do this."

Old Zhao patted Bai Yongxu on the shoulder, shook his head, lit a cigarette, exhaled a puff of stale air, tilted his head back at a 45-degree angle, and looked thoughtful.

"This time we gained nothing, and even the thirty-odd targets we finally found have been completely lost."

"Now that there are no other sentries to keep an eye on, we have no way of knowing when they will make a big move."

"I'm afraid that next time, we won't be able to act and plan ahead as we have this time."

"There is a very high chance that we will be put on the defensive."

This situation made Lao Zhao's heart sink.

"It seems we also need to change our strategy."

Bai Yongxu said that the two men's expressions, which had been relaxed at the beginning, had now become extremely heavy.

The entire process, from beginning to end, actually only took five minutes; everything was resolved in the blink of an eye.

Meanwhile, North India has a secret underground base in Bactria.

Rajesh Rajput, codenamed Minister Zhou in the Great Xia, was also listening to his subordinates' report on the current situation, but he looked excited.

"Good! Good riddance! As long as no one survived!"

Rajesh Rajput breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at the meticulously prepared undercover file in his hand, which was filled with information on hundreds of spies.

He skillfully selected all the information on the thirty-five spy members of this operation, codenamed 'Operation Love,' and deleted them with a single click.

At that moment, the thirty-five spies from North India vanished without a trace.

Even the last trace has been completely erased, as if it had never existed in the world.

"Let the country send another thirty spies over the next three years."

Rajesh Rajput murmured.

He immediately sent out his thoughts via an encrypted program.

Inside an extremely luxurious resort villa in a coastal city in North India.

Sanjay Sharma, the top elder of North India, was wearing a swimsuit at this moment.

He was surrounded by beautiful young women around eighteen years old, all swaying their hips to the music in front of him.

Just as he was enjoying the show, the phone, which almost never displayed any caller ID, suddenly rang.

This immediately froze the expression on the face of the North Indian elder, Sanjay Sharma, who frowned deeply and his face turned ashen. He immediately grabbed his phone.

When this phone rings, it usually means bad news.

With a heavy heart, Sanjay Sharma opened his phone.

After passing through three encryption steps, you can unlock the innermost normal mobile phone interface.

A message appeared prominently in the information section.

After reading the entire content, Sanjay Sharma's eyebrows twitched violently, and he was utterly speechless.

"Fool! A mere romance scheme has cost us the lives of thirty-five spies!"

"Extremely stupid!"

Sanjay Sharma was so angry he wanted to smash his phone down.

But in the end, his hand stopped in mid-air, and he didn't throw it down.

This phone isn't expensive to manufacture, but it's one of a kind.

His phone can only receive messages from ministers of the same rank as him in various countries.

Even if others crack the encryption program, they cannot send messages unless they use a phone exclusively belonging to the minister.

It guarantees absolute privacy.

So once he smashes this phone, there's absolutely no way he can get another one exactly the same.

Because the underlying logic of the program is that once a program is designed and input into a mobile phone, the unique serial number belonging to that mobile phone is fixed and locked, and cannot be copied.

Forced copying will trigger a self-destruct mechanism.

Therefore, no matter how angry he was, he couldn't smash his phone, otherwise he would be unable to contact any of the ministers.

(End of this chapter)