Qin Che laughed and said, "Hateful? No, politicians are good at manipulating people's hearts, but that's not my specialty."

Lina rolled her eyes and asked, "Then what makes you think Chen Fusheng is truly on your side? He's the kind of person who doesn't even have a family and is extremely fickle. Aren't you afraid he'll betray you?"

Qin Che smiled, looked towards Wall Number One, and said, "Ms. Lina, there are not many things in this world that you can control. Everything requires taking risks, there is no 100% success, and many things require adaptability."

"So, you're not entirely sure either."

Qin Che: "Yes, that's why I told you to do those things..."

Lina remembered what Qin Che had just told her and frowned. "I just can't understand it at all."

You'll find out someday.

Lina remained silent for a long time before saying, "Is this your backup plan?"

"..."

Lina: "Then why are you telling me all this?"

Qin Che smiled. "I don't trust Chen Fusheng, but I trust you."

Lina: "Don't forget, I'm one of Li Shuai's people, and I also come from a political party."

Qin Che said, "Since you're willing to risk your life to come to a place like this with me, I'm also willing to risk my life to cooperate with you based on mutual trust. When things happen, I'll leave my back to you. After all, you're also a psychic."

Lina pondered for a moment, then nodded: "I will listen to you."

Qin Che patted her shoulder and turned to enter the interrogation room.

Hong Chen, who had been tortured beyond recognition, sat on an iron chair with his head hanging down, his face bruised and swollen. Two of Song Shan's subordinates stood silently in the two corners of the room, their hands over their stomachs.

Hong Chen had lost a front tooth, was shirtless, his arms were bruised and swollen, and blood was still flowing from the corners of his mouth and nostrils. He was groaning and looked like he was on the verge of death.

Song Shan sat opposite him and stood up to greet Qin Che and Lina when they walked in.

Did he say it?

“As I’ve already said, all of the company’s confidential documents are with Zhu Ying. They record Shen Xihai’s dealings with the military, as well as detailed information about his violent organization. There’s also an account book that details his supply of weapons and equipment to the Xibao military, along with a list of names.”

"What is Zhu Ying doing?" Qin Che asked.

"She's been staying in that room at Meteor Pool, and I doubt she'll come out again tonight."

Qin Che smiled and said, "The documents contain evidence that is detrimental to Shen Xihai, and Zhu Ying has not left. There is only one possibility."

Songshan replied, "Yes, the documents are all in that room, and she hasn't done anything, hasn't sent anyone to the embassy to report, and no one has entered that room. There might even be a radio hidden inside."

Across the table, Hong Chen looked up at Song Shan and Qin Che with a complicated expression.

He heard their entire conversation.

Zhu Ying... was actually Shen Xihai's informant!

That's right, he handed the documents to Zhu Ying because he trusted his lover.

Little did he know that it was this trust that led him to entrust the most important thing to Shen Xihai.

So it turns out I've been under Shen Xihai's control all along...

hehe……

Hong Chen spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with some broken teeth, and said in a deep voice, "You help me kill her, and I'll tell you everything you want to know!"

Qin Che looked at him with a smile and said, "Hong Chen, do you think your master doesn't know what you've done?"

Hong Chen sneered, "You mean Old Ghost Chen? You want to know why I betrayed him?"

Qin Che shook his head: "I don't want to, and I have no interest. But from now on, I am officially informing you that Sandcastle will stop supplying goods to Westcastle, including weapons, oil, and machinery. You are dismissed."

Hong Chen burst into laughter: "You're the extraordinary one, right? You're Qin Che!!"

Qin Che turned to Lina and instructed her, "Don't let him leave this room before this is over."

“I understand,” Lina nodded.

Qin Che left the interrogation room alone, walked through two corridors, and entered a darker corner of the building, a room located at the end of a corridor.

He easily pushed open the door, revealing a liaison station. The curtains were drawn tightly and the room was boarded up. Three large radios were placed on the table, and three to five people were sitting at their posts operating the equipment.

A document was translated and transcribed, and handed to Qin Che.

In the dim light, a few words were clearly written on it—

Meng appears.

Qin Che narrowed his eyes and found the previous document records. He had seen them before; it clearly stated—

Meng, enter the wall.

Having roughly grasped the situation, Qin Che began to orchestrate the entire plan in his mind.

boom!

A deafening roar erupted outside, a sound that seemed to echo through the heavens and earth. Flames shot up, illuminating a corner of the night. The ground trembled, and a cacophony of gunfire erupted, like a symphony.

That's... the direction of the embassy.

Qin Che tossed the document aside and said, "Stop contacting each other. From now on, you will all follow Ms. Lina's orders."

"yes!"

The staff in the room all stood up.

Then they witnessed the old man suddenly vanish into the void.

...

Da da da—

Gunshots rang out near the embassy.

Many civilians who were fleeing were shot dead in the chaos, bleeding profusely as they collapsed to the ground.

At the main entrance of the embassy, ​​six metal-hulled vehicles formed a defensive position to block the enemy's attack. One of them was already completely engulfed in flames, which illuminated all directions, as well as the sandcastle flag flying straight up on the top of the embassy.

Bang!

Bang!

Some black-clad guards were fighting back with guns, but their defense was woefully inadequate.

From all corners of the streets and alleys, countless enemies, dressed in various styles and armed with outdated weapons, some even carrying crossbows, surged forth and relentlessly charged toward the main gate of the embassy.

But the most dangerous group was not them, but the roughly one or two hundred soldiers, armed with standard rifles, who were hiding in the shadows and constantly firing sniper shots, killing the embassy staff and clerks who ran past the embassy windows and escaped through the gate.

Immediately following was a loud blast of bugle calls!

And with orderly steps, they emerged from the darkness.

The military camp was mobilized.

The West Fort's army was equipped with standard equipment and weapons, and even the front row of soldiers was holding riot shields. They marched at a steady pace toward the embassy. The 'suicide squads' scattered on the main street were all shot down by bullets coming from both sides, blood spurting out, and they staggered and fell to the ground one by one.

Then, a group of people rushed out from the dark attack area, armed with flamethrowers and Molotov cocktails, and threw them into the embassy!

In a burst of fierce firelight, they met the same fate as the previous group, being shot down by the soldiers of Westburg.

A brutal battle has begun.