Chinese martial arts: From being shot and killed by the armed police during a mountain search to bec

"My name is Chen Hongwu," he introduced himself. "You should have heard of me. I've come to ask you something."

The spy's gaze was filled with suspicion. "It's you? What are you doing in Guangzhou?"

"Who are you asking about?"

"Mo Laohu"

"Why are you asking about him?"

"kill."

The room was silent for three seconds. The flame of the oil lamp flickered in the wind, and a dark shadow jumped a few times on the wall.

The spy's lips moved twice, as if he wanted to say something, but then he swallowed it back.

He walked to the table, sat down, picked up the revolver on the table, unconsciously rubbed his fingers on the barrel a couple of times, and then looked up.

"Wait here and don't move." He stood up, walked to the two boxes in the corner, opened one of the boxes, and took out a hand-cranked telephone.

The telephone was an old-fashioned Siemens military telephone, with a sheet metal casing that had been stamped and most of the paint worn away, revealing the rusty iron shell inside.

The spy turned the hand crank three times, picked up the receiver, and whispered a few words.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the spy put down the receiver and turned around.

"I've been instructed by my superiors to cooperate with you." He walked to the table and sat down, pulling out a map of Guangzhou's defenses from the drawer and spreading it out on the table. "You should have already seen Mo Laohu's governor's mansion. That place was converted from the Qing army's general's mansion. The foundation is two zhang deep, and the walls are 1.6 zhang high. The two Maxim guns in front of the gate were newly replaced this year, and the gunmen were recruited by Mo Laohu from the Baoding Military Academy. They're not just there for show."

Chen Hongwu leaned back in his chair, remaining silent and waiting for him to continue.

The spy glanced at him and continued, "But Tiger Mo has a habit: he doesn't believe in doctors, he believes in Buddha."

He suffered from chronic migraines, and after three years of unsuccessful Western medical treatment, he went to the Ciyun Nunnery outside the city and sought help from an elderly nun. After taking a few doses of her folk remedy, his condition miraculously improved. From then on, he was deeply grateful to the Ciyun Nunnery, visiting it every seven days to donate incense money, eat vegetarian meals, and stay for an entire afternoon.

He paused, a strange smile appearing on his lips: "Of course, he claims to be eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist scriptures, but in reality, he's doing shady things with the young nuns in the temple."

"Mo Laohu is already fifty-six this year. To still be able to keep going at this age is quite a talent."

Chen Hongwu ignored that question and instead asked, "What's the situation with the guards?"

"When he went to Ciyun Temple, he would bring a guard platoon, but they were stationed at the foot of the mountain. He only brought his personal guards into the temple, six men in total. They were all his old subordinates from when he was a soldier in Zhili, and they were all equipped with German-made Mauser pistols."

The main hall of Ciyun Temple is the Great Sun Tathagata Hall, and behind it is a row of meditation rooms. Mo Laohu always stays in the third room from the east.

"The most recent one."

"Three days later," the spy looked up at Chen Hongwu, "you're going to make your move at Ciyun Temple?"

Chen Hongwu nodded.

The spy was silent for a few seconds, then took out a piece of paper from the drawer and sketched a few lines with a pencil: "This is the layout of Ciyun Nunnery. The main gate faces south, and inside is the main hall. Behind the main hall is the dining hall. To the east of the dining hall is the abbot's room, and to the west is the lotus pond. Further north is a row of meditation rooms."

The first room on the east side belongs to the abbot, the second room is for worshippers, and the third room is reserved for Mo Laohu.

Behind the meditation room was a small bamboo grove, beyond which was a low wall, and beyond that wall was a vegetable garden.

He pushed the paper in front of Chen Hongwu: "Remember this place. To get to Ciyun Temple, you have to take the official road north of the city, cross a stone bridge after leaving the city, and then walk two miles into the mountains."

Mo Laohu's guard platoon would set up checkpoints along the mountain path between the stone bridge and Ciyun Temple, with three checkpoints from the foot of the mountain to the temple gate. Only after passing these three checkpoints and entering the temple gate was it considered safe.

Chen Hongwu folded the paper and put it in his pocket before standing up.

"Where are you going?" the spy asked.

"Go back to sleep."

The spy was stunned for a moment, and before he could speak, Chen Hongwu had already pushed open the door and left.

The wooden bolt that had been knocked off the door frame was still lying on the ground. The spy picked up the bolt and put it back on the door frame, staring blankly at the tightly closed wooden door for a long time.

He picked up the phone and shook it three times, then whispered into the receiver, "Boss, this guy is a fucking lunatic."

Chen Hongwu returned to the Yuelai Inn, climbed through the window into the room, closed the window, and sat cross-legged on the bed.

He closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, beginning to mentally rehearse the route of Ciyun Nunnery three days later. The official road north of the city, the three stone bridges and guard posts, the nunnery gate, the main hall, the meditation room, the bamboo grove and low wall.

Six bodyguards, each armed with a Mauser C96 pistol made in Germany, with a magazine capacity of twenty rounds, providing extremely strong close-range firepower suppression.

To kill Mo Laohu under the protection of six Mauser pistols, a head-on charge would be suicide.

We must break through the bodyguard's defenses as quickly as possible, kill the enemy in one fell swoop, and not give them time to organize their firepower.

"wrong!"

Chen Hongwu's thoughts raced, and his eyes snapped open. "If I infiltrate beforehand, and Mo Laohu moves into Ciyun Nunnery in three days, I can easily take his life!"