Republic of China: Ace Pilot

Fang Shouxin's voice came through the walkie-talkie; Fang Wen learned of the administrative department's investigation results.

The commotion at the meeting had just subsided, and the two Special Higher Police assassins had been captured. However, people had already been released from the meeting, and the news was bound to leak out.

If the person in charge, codenamed "Python," discovers that his accomplice has gone missing, he will definitely destroy the evidence and flee Yangon.

If the snake that Fang Shouxin and his team are investigating is indeed a python, they must capture it as soon as possible. Once the snake enters the crowds outside the dock or escapes the port area, it will be difficult to catch it again.

Thinking of this, Fang Wen gave the order into the walkie-talkie: "Have all the special operations teams stationed at headquarters go out to capture Chachai. You're too old to go, so have the other people from the administration department take them."

"I can still move, I don't need anyone else to do it for me."

"That's fine, but we must capture him alive. I need to extract information from him about other Special Higher Police assassins operating in Yangon! By the way, the two assassins I captured here both had poison sacs in their teeth to commit suicide after being arrested. Be careful of that when you capture him."

"Ok."

Fang Shouxin agreed, immediately hung up the call, and quickly walked out of the administrative office.

Inside the headquarters building, a team of twelve special operations soldiers from the Independent Regiment were already fully armed, with pistols on their waists and Thompson submachine guns slung across their hips. Upon hearing the order, they quickly lined up, went downstairs, and boarded three Taishan-made military jeeps.

The vehicle roared as it sped toward the Yangon river port, drawing the attention of passersby.

In just ten minutes, the convoy arrived at the entrance of the inland waterway transport company.

The company manager, who had already been notified in advance by Fang Wen, was anxiously waiting at the door with the key in his hand. When he saw the special forces team arrive, he immediately stepped forward and said with a pale face, "He is still in his office on the second floor. He hasn't come out since he came to work today. I made an excuse to deliver some documents to him once, and I saw him writing something at his desk. I didn't notice anything unusual!"

Fang Shouxin lowered his voice and said, "You handle the operations; I won't interfere."

Immediately, the squad leader of the special operations team deployed: "Two people guard the stairwell, two people go to the back to guard, the rest of you come upstairs with me."

The special forces soldiers nodded in acknowledgment and tiptoed up the stairs, their leather shoes making only a very slight sound as they stepped on the wooden steps.

Soon, the group reached the second-floor corridor. The manager, who had followed them, pointed to the fourth closed door and whispered, "This is it, Chatchai's office."

As the team members approached, a burly special forces soldier suddenly raised his foot and kicked hard at the door lock.

boom!
The wooden door was kicked open, and two team members rushed in with guns drawn.

But the scene inside the room made the soldiers' hearts tighten.

The desk was empty, the chair was overturned on the floor, the window was wide open, and the curtains were flapping loudly in the wind.

They rushed to the window and saw a thin figure running towards the dock.

Two soldiers who had circled behind were giving chase.

It was Chachai! Clearly, he sensed something was wrong. Perhaps he heard footsteps in the stairwell, or perhaps he had already planned to escape. Just a second before the team broke down the door, he chose to jump out of the window and run away.

In a moment of desperation, one of the team members raised his hand to fire his gun, intending to break the opponent's leg, but his teammate next to him grabbed the barrel of the gun.

"Don't shoot! We've been ordered to capture them alive. If we kill them, we won't be able to get any confessions!" His teammate warned in a low voice before climbing onto the windowsill, and the others followed suit.

The second floor wasn't very high, and below was soft soil. After landing, the team members rolled over to dissipate the force, then got up and chased after Chatchai in the direction he had fled.

The communications soldier inside immediately picked up his portable Taishan walkie-talkie and quickly reported to Fang Shouxin and the outer team members: "Report! Target Chachai jumped out of the window and is heading towards the dock cargo area. Requesting the outer team to intercept him! Repeat, requesting the outer team to intercept him immediately!"

At this moment, another team of special forces members guarding the perimeter of the dock received the message via walkie-talkie and immediately sprinted toward the cargo yard.

Just then, they ran into Chacchai, who had rushed into the dock.

The man quickly changed direction and ran away, and there was a small boat moored at the dock where he ran.

He ran for his life, but couldn't shake off the special forces soldiers behind him.

The special forces members were all soldiers handpicked by Fang Wen from the Eighth Route Army and the New Fourth Army. Each of them possessed exceptional physical abilities, and long-distance raids were commonplace for them. The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer.

Just over twenty meters from the berth, the two special forces soldiers who were at the forefront rushed out and pinned him down.

The guy was still struggling, but he couldn't move at all.

His eyes gradually went mad, and he opened his mouth to bite into the poison sac.

Unexpectedly, the special forces soldiers were prepared. Several large hands grabbed his cheeks and chin, forcibly pried open his mouth, and then reached inside to search for the venomous fangs.

Unable to move, Chachai could only let these fingers grope around in his mouth until his last tooth was broken out.

Without its fangs, Chatchai became surprisingly docile.

After a while, Fang Shouxin came over, panting, looked at Chatchai, and said coldly, "Take him back to headquarters. Someone will make him talk."

Over at the venue.

The Yangon police station dispatched a large number of officers, and the British military camp in Yangon also sent a team of soldiers.

Fang Wen instructed Zhao Shanhu and an English-speaking employee to contact them, while he himself took a walkie-talkie to make the communication.

Fang Shouxin's voice came through the walkie-talkie again, "Chachai has been captured, and we are bringing him back to headquarters."

Fang Wen hung up the walkie-talkie and, along with Gong Xiuneng and twenty special forces soldiers, escorted the two assassins whose fangs had been removed, out of the building, preparing to return to headquarters.

The venue was only one kilometer away from the headquarters building, and in theory, the journey should have been smooth. However, as soon as the convoy drove out of the venue, the bronze cauldron in Fang Wen's inner pocket suddenly began to vibrate violently again, even more strongly than the previous warning from the venue!
Fang Wen's eyes darkened, realizing something was wrong; the second wave of danger was actually lurking on this way back!

He immediately got into his modified and reinforced personal vehicle and activated his mechanical perception ability, instantly becoming one with the car. His perception range instantly expanded to a radius of hundreds of meters, and the surrounding pedestrians, buildings on both sides of the street, and even the movements inside the buildings were clearly presented in his mind, forming a three-dimensional panoramic view.

The convoy drove smoothly for 500 meters.

Suddenly, an oncoming truck abruptly swerved to a stop in the middle of the road, completely blocking the convoy's path!
Fang Wen's eyes turned cold and sharp. He immediately activated the X-ray vision ability of the Perspective Gem, penetrating the truck bed and seeing the situation inside: in addition to the driver in the cab, there were two assassins armed with light machine guns hidden in the back of the truck, each with a fierce look on their faces.

The driver had already jumped out of the car from the other side with a Type 38 rifle, and two of his companions also jumped out of the back of the car with light machine guns, ready to fire at Fang Wen's convoy!
Fang Wen would not give them a chance; he suddenly turned the hidden pivot rod on the right side of the steering wheel.

The hood of the truck instantly opened to the left and right, and a Taishan-made rotary machine gun rose up. This multi-barreled machine gun, with a rate of fire of up to 3000 rounds per minute, instantly burst into a deafening roar, and dense bullets swept across the truck like a rainstorm.

A hail of bullets rained down, riddling the truck with holes, shattering windows, and exploding planks.

The three assassins didn't even have a chance to pull the trigger before they were hit by a hail of bullets and fell to the ground next to the truck, where they never moved again.

Fang Wen decisively stopped firing, allowing Gong Xiuneng in the co-pilot's seat to operate the rotary machine gun for guard duty.

He used his supernatural abilities to observe that this kind of roadblock attack couldn't just be in front; there might be more arrangements behind it.

Sure enough, he saw another truck behind him, but after seeing such intense firepower, the truck chose to give up and was turning around to escape.

Fang Wen immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered the vehicles behind: "Vehicle No. 3, chase after that truck, take control of the people behind you, and bring them back to headquarters. Vehicle No. 2, drive over the truck, pass quickly, and don't stop!"

Two military jeeps split up from the rear. Jeep number 3 went to chase after the people, while Jeep number 2 immediately stepped forward and pushed the truck blocking the road to the side of the road, allowing the convoy to continue.

The convoy traveled another 300 meters, and the outline of the headquarters building became clearly visible. The vibration of the bronze tripod not only did not stop, but became more and more intense, almost as if it was about to jump out of the pocket!
Fang Wen instantly activated his mechanical perception to its maximum, scanning the surroundings with his X-ray vision and locking onto the rooftop of a five-story building next to the headquarters building.

A sniper was standing on the rooftop, aiming a Type 99 rifle with a 4x scope at the convoy!

Even with a 4x scope, the effective range of a rifle in this era is only 700 meters. To ensure a one-shot kill, the assassin specifically locked the range to within 400 meters.

This plan was designed to carry out a third round of sniping after the first two assassination attempts failed.

Fang Wen's eyes turned cold. He immediately swerved the steering wheel, driving the car sharply into a nearby alley, instantly getting out of the sniper's sights. The sniper, suddenly losing his target, froze on the spot, hurriedly adjusting his aim and shifting his observation position back and forth on the rooftop, trying to find Fang Wen's trail and re-lock onto the target.

He would never have imagined that Fang Wen had already led Gong Xiuneng out of the car, circled around the alley, and rushed upstairs to the building.

In just a few minutes, the two of them reached the top of the stairs.

Fang Wen raised his hand to signal Gong Xiuneng to be quiet, took out his pistol, pressed the button on the belt buckle, and activated his supernatural abilities and X-ray vision again. He could clearly see that the sniper was hiding behind the water tower on the roof, with his gun pointed at the stairwell. He would shoot immediately if anyone came out.

Clearly, the assassin had realized something was wrong.

Rushing out rashly would be dangerous. Fang Wen glanced around, picked up a broken jar stacked in the stairwell, and flung it out the stairwell.

With a bang, the jar shattered.

The sniper's shot shattered the jar, making Fang Wen even more cautious about this opponent.

He whispered to Gong Xiuneng, "Go downstairs, climb up to the roof through the resident's bedroom window, and flank him from behind."

"Okay, Commander, don't do anything rash. Let me handle him."

Gong Xiuneng accepted the order and went downstairs. He knocked on the door of the downstairs resident's house. The homeowner mumbled something in Burmese. Gong Xiuneng took out some money to shut the homeowner up, then quickly went into the house. He looked around several rooms, and finally entered the bedroom. He opened the window and climbed up to the roof using both his hands and feet.

The moment he appeared, he alerted the sniper, who immediately turned his gun on Gong Xiuneng.

All of this is observed through Fang Wen's perspective.

At this critical moment, Fang Wen suddenly rushed out from the stairwell, using his mechanical senses to lock onto the sniper's position in advance, raised his hand, raised his gun, and aimed at that spot.

In an instant, he pulled the trigger repeatedly, emptying all the bullets in the magazine.

The assassin, who had just turned around, was met with these incoming bullets from the side.

Blood splattered as the assassin was thrown to one side by the impact of the bullet.

Half of the bullets accurately struck the sniper's head and chest. The assassin didn't even utter a sound before collapsing to the ground, completely lifeless.

Just then, Gong Xiuneng climbed up to the roof and saw the assassin lying in a pool of blood. He even went to check on him.

"He's dead. Commander, I told you to send me, why did you take the risk again? I'm a useless bodyguard."

Fang Wen put away his pistol and replied with a smile, "How can you say you're worthless? Without you, I wouldn't be able to deal with this guy."

The small bronze cauldron on his chest finally stopped vibrating.

It seems this assassination plan has come to an end.

Immediately, he and Gong Xiuneng went downstairs, leaving two special forces soldiers to clean up the mess upstairs, while he drove back to headquarters to pry open the python's mouth.

The car drove into the parking lot behind the headquarters building. Fang Wen got out of the car and quickly walked into the headquarters building, heading straight for the fourth floor.

In an office on the fourth floor of the administration department, Chhachai was firmly strapped to an iron chair, remaining stubborn and silent.

Fang Wen glanced at Gong Xiuneng beside him and said only one sentence:
"Use some tricks; he can't commit suicide without venomous fangs, he can't withstand it."

Gong Xiuneng nodded and stepped forward.

Without any unnecessary words, he directly used the Dislocating Bone Technique, his fingertips precisely gripping Chatchai's shoulder joint and gently twisting it.

"Snap—"

It's not a fracture, but a joint dislocation that's even more unbearable than a fracture.

A sharp pain shot through his body like an electric current. Chachai convulsed violently, his face turned deathly pale, cold sweat soaked his clothes, and a suppressed scream escaped his throat.

Gong Xiuneng remained expressionless, his fingers landing on his elbow, wrist, and knee joints in turn.

Every slight turn is an excruciating pain.

Not fatal, but enough to cause mental breakdown.

Within half a minute, Chatchai was trembling all over, incontinent, and his consciousness was beginning to blur, with white foam constantly spilling from his mouth.

He had lost the will to resist, but he was unable to speak.

It can only be done when Gong Xiu feels it's okay.

Half an hour later, Gong Xiuneng was able to straighten his misaligned jaw joint.

Chachai quickly spoke up.

"I'll talk... I'll talk..." He finally broke down, pleading hoarsely, "I'll tell you everything... Please stop..."

"Then tell me. If there's anything wrong, we'll keep playing," Gong Xiuneng sneered.

Chachai was terrified and quickly confessed.

"Two years ago... the two operations in Yangon and northern Myanmar both failed, which enraged Tokyo, which listed the Taishan Group as... the most important target for elimination outside of China. I was one of the first batch of undercover agents. I am half Burmese, speak the local language, and am not conspicuous in appearance, making me the most suitable for infiltration."

“My name wasn’t originally Chatchai… I paid for an identity and bribed that family and the guarantor. Later, to keep it a secret, they were all killed and their bodies were thrown into the Irrawaddy River.”

"In this assassination, I acted as the liaison and carried out the arrangements according to the instructions from above."

The first group consisted of journalists who used camera guns to shoot at close range.

The second group consisted of businessmen who would approach the enemy and assassinate them with a pen holder pistol.

If both groups fail, then the assault team, consisting of seven men and two trucks, will take over and fire light machine guns at the convoy on the road.
Finally, there's the rooftop sniper, who'll deliver the fatal blow the moment you get out of the car back at headquarters.

Fang Wen listened quietly, his brows slightly furrowed.

Four waves of assassins, each linked to the next, were meticulously planned.

It was only because he possessed the Bronze Cauldron's early warning system, mechanical perception, and X-ray vision, coupled with the elite special forces team, that he was able to break through the impasse.

But after listening, Fang Wen did not relax; instead, his eyes grew even colder.

"that's it?"

Chachai was taken aback, then quickly nodded: "That's...that's all. I've explained all the operations."

Fang Wen slowly shook his head.

"I know the Japanese character all too well."

Having suffered heavy losses at my hands several times in a row, they can't possibly only deploy the four visible waves.

Beyond your four layers, there must be another hidden move.

Upon hearing Fang Wen's words, Gong Xiu's expression turned menacing, preparing for an even more intense round of interrogation. (End of Chapter)