Did he trick the young marshal into becoming sworn brothers and then go south to Huangpu Military Ac

Lin Qi frowned slightly.

He took the oil paper package, casually crushed the sealing wax, and pulled out a thin sheet of Xuan paper inside.

By the dim light of the gas lamp.

Lin Qi only glanced at the contents of the paper.

His gaze, which had been slightly gentle due to the inspection of the firearms, instantly turned to an absolute freezing point!

An extremely chilling, almost tangible killing intent emanated from him, causing the surrounding air temperature to drop several degrees. The technicians nearby shuddered in fright and instinctively took two steps back.

The handwriting on the secret report was very messy, clearly written in haste:

"Last night at the hour of Chou (1-3 AM), a shipment of weapons not part of the headquarters' official inventory was secretly smuggled into the illegal wharf in Guangzhou's Nanshi district, mixed in with a cotton yarn merchant ship belonging to the British Jardine Matheson & Co. The guards had been bribed. The weapons were few in number, but extremely sophisticated: a uniform array of American Browning pistols and German-made submachine guns!"

"According to our inside intelligence, the destination of this batch of firearms is the waters surrounding Cheung Chau Island!"

Browning pistol. Submachine gun with a holster.

This is definitely not equipment for positional warfare. This is a highly specialized weapon designed for close-quarters assassination and indoor firefighting!

What day is tomorrow?

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It was the opening ceremony of the Whampoa Military Academy! It was the day when all the highest-ranking officers, gentlemen, and wives of the General Headquarters gathered on one island!

Someone bribed a mole within customs to smuggle in a batch of close-combat weapons. The target is self-evident.

This is a long-planned, shocking conspiracy targeting the highest leadership of the headquarters, attempting a bloody physical annihilation! The mastermind could be a remnant of Chen Jiongming's forces, an assassin from the Beiyang Army, or even an ambitious figure within the headquarters who wants to usurp power!

"Master Lin..." The messenger swallowed hard. "Should we immediately notify the Grand Marshal's guards?"

"Notify me my ass."

Lin Qi exerted force with his five fingers, instantly crumpling the Xuan paper into a ball of waste paper.

If we notify the guards and launch a large-scale search, not only will we alert the assassins and allow them to lie in wait, but it will also severely damage morale for tomorrow's opening ceremony. If the newly formed army is so frightened by assassins that they dare not even leave their homes, how can we lead these soldiers?

Lin Qi's lips curled into a cruel, ruthless smirk, like that of a living Yama.

While his arsenal was operating at full speed. Just as his special forces selection process concluded.

Want to use a knife on his turf?

"You're choosing the path to heaven when it's open to you. You're courting death."

Lin Qi turned his head and looked at the rows of rifles behind him that had just been wiped clean and were emitting a dark blue sheen, as well as the ammunition boxes piled up next to them, filled with reloaded bullets.

"Go." Lin Qi's voice was icy. "Immediately send a car to the barracks on Changzhou Island and secretly summon Chen Chuanjin, Hu Shoushan, and Xu Xiangqian. Remember, do not alert Principal Chang."

……

The night was as deep as a pool of thick, unyielding ink.

Outside Guangzhou, the Shijing Arsenal was eerily silent, except for a few blast furnaces still spewing dark red flames.

A top-secret underground warehouse. The heavy iron door was pushed open a crack, then quickly closed again.

Chen Chuanjin, Hu Shoushan, and Xu Xiangqian stood in the middle of the empty warehouse, wearing their training uniforms that hadn't dried yet, looking completely bewildered.

Half an hour ago, they were sound asleep on the hard wooden beds in the barracks when they were suddenly dragged out of bed by guards, shoved into a covered truck, and bumped all the way here.

The three looked at each other in bewilderment.

Chen Chuanjin rubbed his frozen cheeks and lowered his voice: "What's going on? Did that living devil think he didn't kill us in the mud during the day, so he's come up with some new trick in the middle of the night?"

Hu Shoushan swallowed nervously. Xu Xiangqian stood like a stone, silent, his muscles instinctively tense.

"Click".

A crisp metallic clang echoed from the shadows deep within the warehouse.

Lin Qi, dressed in a black outfit, emerged from the shadows.

Without saying a word, he threw the three heavy canvas bags he was carrying at the feet of the three men with a "bang".

"Open."

His voice was as cold as ice.

Chen Chuanjin was the boldest; he stepped forward and untied the strap of the canvas bag.

Under the dim gaslight, three brand-new Mauser replica rifles, gleaming with a dark, bluish sheen, lay quietly inside.

Next to it were brass bullet belts packed full, and several German-style stick grenades with wooden handles.

Chen Chuanjin gasped, his sleepy eyes widening instantly.

This isn't some old-fashioned barrel with a worn-out firing pin; this is a real gun, reeking of gun oil and ready to kill at any moment!

"Vice Principal Lin, this is...?"

"Someone is trying to take our place."

Lin Qi interrupted him, his eyes flashing with a chilling murderous intent: "I've received top-secret intelligence. A group of assassins, equipped with German-made submachine guns and American Browning rifles, have infiltrated the Black Wharf in Nanshi tonight. Their targets are the teachers who will be arriving on the island tomorrow morning for the opening ceremony, as well as all the top-ranking officers at headquarters."

The three of them were startled.

Someone's plotting an assassination at the opening ceremony?!

"Vice Principal, immediately notify the Grand Marshal's Guard and the Guangdong Army! Blockade the docks and arrest people!"

Hu Shoushan said urgently.

Lin Qi sneered, his gaze fixed on them like a hawk's: "The guards? The Guangdong Army? Who knows if there are any bribed traitors within those troops? A large-scale search will only alert them. Besides, the military academy hasn't even started yet, and the headquarters is already in chaos because of a few assassins. How will Whampoa ever be able to hold its head high again?"

He stepped forward and stared intently at the three men who had just crawled out of the mud.

"During the day, you were in the mud, saying you came here to kill your enemies and make a name for yourselves. Now, your chance has come."

Lin Qi's voice was deep and seductive: "I haven't mobilized any regular troops. Tonight, it's just the four of us. Go dig out these rats hiding in the gutter and wipe them all out. Do you dare?"

This is an extremely reckless gamble: taking three greenhorns—or rather, not even greenhorns—to wipe out a fully armed professional assassin.

But at this moment, the bloodthirsty instincts of a future general, and the fervor of a newborn calf unafraid of tigers, were instantly ignited by Lin Qi's words.

Xu Xiangqian was the first to bend down, grab a Mauser rifle, skillfully pull back the bolt, and check the magazine. His movements were extremely steady: "Wherever the vice principal points, I'll fire."

Chen Chuanjin grinned, his eyes gleaming with excitement, and crossed the bullet belt over his chest: "Damn it, I was just looking for a place to practice!"

Although Hu Shoushan was short, he didn't hesitate to clip several grenades to his belt, his eyes fierce.

"very good."

Lin Qi's lips curled into a stern, almost demonic smile: "Remember, this is not a drill. Tonight, it's either them die, or we perish. Let's go!"