A dead end—no matter which option you choose, it seems to be a dead end. ...
The plane landed in Mexico at 3 p.m. the following day.
Chen Diao was already waiting for Yu Chaoxian's arrival at the airport. As for Ivan, he had sent him ahead of time to secretly keep an eye on Yuri, who had stolen the order.
This time, Yu Chaoxian met with the Minister of Security of Mozhou, a high-ranking official.
In the office, Yu Chaoxian sat on a leather sofa, his fingertips gently tracing the gilded inlay of a bone china teacup. Opposite him sat the Minister of Security: Garcia Luna.
Although Garcia had received plenty of tolls from the Yu family, this was his first time meeting Yu Chaoxian. Upon seeing such a young man, who even resembled a male celebrity, he immediately relaxed and completely disregarded Yu Chaoxian, thinking that Yu Chaoxian was just a showy but incompetent fighter and could not possibly have any real ability. He figured it was a perfect opportunity to squeeze more money out of him.
Just then, the deputy minister knocked and entered to deliver documents. Garcia didn't even lift his eyelids, merely raising his chin contemptuously to signal the man to pour him a drink, as if ordering a servant around. A barely perceptible hint of displeasure flashed across the deputy minister's face, but he obediently complied, then silently withdrew.
Garcia, who felt in control of the situation, glanced at his watch and said to Yu Chaoxian with an arrogant attitude, "I have a meeting to attend later, so I can only give you ten minutes."
Yu Chaoxian sat at the intersection of light and shadow, half of his face hidden in the dim light, with an inscrutable smile on his lips: "Minister, I think there must be some misunderstanding on the customs side. It is legal to carry guns in Mozhou, and the goods in my containers all comply with local laws and regulations. On the contrary, the goods that customs seized did not follow the corresponding procedures, which is a completely irregular act."
“Container? I don’t know what Mr. Yu is talking about.” Garcia said slowly, puffing on his cigar.
It was he who ordered the seizure of Yu's goods. Ordinary people usually wouldn't dare confront government officials head-on, fearing their goods would be confiscated. But this was the first time he'd seen someone like Yu Chaoxian come to negotiate empty-handed; he was indeed a young man who didn't know the rules.
Garcia exhaled another puff of smoke, this time deliberately letting the smoke drift in Yu Chaoxian's direction, continuing to feign ignorance: "Maybe the batch of goods you mentioned isn't even at customs, but was stolen by a criminal gang in Mexico. This kind of thing happens all the time. Mr. Yu, why don't you go and ask the right people?"
Chen Diao frowned as he watched. This man was shameless, trying to play dumb and deny everything, and even trying to shift the blame to the Mo Zhou underworld, using them to deal with the criminal group. He just wanted to swallow up goods worth millions. Garcia was clearly only interested in money.
The problem is, this isn't the first time this minister has done this. He previously caused a situation where he detained a gun at customs, and that time the boss told him to just pay money to settle the matter. Now he's doing it again. How can he be so greedy?
Chen Diao, having followed Yu Chaoxian, had seen all sorts of officials. People like Garcia often had the life to take money, but not the life to spend it. With such rampant corruption at the top, it's no wonder the Mexican government has been unable to eradicate the criminal gangs.
The indoor temperature suddenly dropped, and Chen Diao glanced at Yu Chaoxian out of the corner of his eye.
The man was slowly and methodically adjusting his cuffs, the single remaining cufflink gleaming coldly in the shadows. He tapped his fingertips on his knees, his face still displaying an air of unhurried control, the curve of his lips more of a mockery than a smile.
The last time Yu Chaoxian agreed to Chen Diao's offer of money was because that business wasn't worth his time; a little money would clear the way and reduce trouble. Things that can be solved with money aren't difficult; it's the things that money can't solve that are worth his effort.
But now, the trouble lies with this minister.
Human greed knows no bounds. Since Garcia refused to listen to reason, Yu Chaoxian decided to stop giving him the time of day.
Yu Chaoxian carried out various classified missions in the special forces and knew many secrets of high-ranking leaders of various countries, even the president.
Coincidentally, the security minister in front of us was one of them.
He slightly raised his hand, and Chen Diao behind him immediately handed him a document and a stack of photos.
The photo lying on the table was glaringly obvious; no one would fail to recognize him, and Garcia immediately lost his smile.
A photo of Garcia with the leader of the Mexican underworld, nicknamed "Shorty." Also included are detailed records of Garcia's bribery: paying for the lives of high-ranking officials' children with ordinary people, embezzling government funds, and trafficking organs, among other things.
Each and every one of these incidents was enough to cost Garcia his life.
Collusion between the government and criminal gangs is nothing new; countless clandestine deals are made, but it must never be brought into the open. Once exposed, it will implicate a string of officials, and at that point, Yu Chaoxian won't even need to lift a finger; Garcia will be pushed out and dealt with by others in order to protect themselves.
Garcia was sweating profusely and his legs were weak. If these things were made public, his political career, and even his life, would be over.
"W-what do you want?" Garcia was already sweating profusely. Just who was this young man? How did he manage to get his hands on this information?
Garcia also wanted to extort money from Yu Chaoxian; everyone knows that arms dealers make money as easily as water flowing through their coffers. This time, he had truly messed with someone he shouldn't have.
With his life hanging in the balance, Garcia had no time to guess Yu Chaoxian's identity; survival was his only thought.
Yu Chaoxian remained calm and composed, only glancing down at the remaining cufflink on his wrist, too lazy to even lift his eyelids.
“Minister Garcia, I’m an honest businessman. I never cause trouble. I only act to protect myself when I’m forced into a corner. If you were smart and knew how to handle things, I would have been willing to support you. After all, spending a little money can save me a lot of trouble, which is exactly what I need. Unfortunately, it seems that you are not the person I’m looking for.”
Garcia couldn't sit still any longer. He was a double agent, and if the corporation found out that he had confiscated their weapons, he would definitely suffer severe retaliation, and he didn't know how his whole family would die a terrible death.
The issue is no longer just about customs seizing Yu Chaoxian's weapons; it has now involved a criminal organization. Garcia suddenly put on a fawning smile and grabbed the crystal decanter with his fat hand.
Garcia, not even bothering to wipe his sweat, personally poured the wine, smiling obsequiously: "Mr. Yu, it's all good, it's all good. I think there's a misunderstanding between us, but there's still room for communication. Let's have some drinks and talk slowly. From now on, Mr. Yu's goods will have no obstacles in Mexico, and no one will dare to stop them!"
Yu Chaoxian leaned back lazily on the sofa, his hands still resting on his knees, showing no intention of taking the cup. The shadow cast by his eyelashes obscured the bottom of his eyes, but could not hide the condescending air emanating from the corners of his eyes and brows.
He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, but then remembered that the lighter was still in the pocket of the hoodie that Yu Tang had taken.
Garcia put down his wine glass, took out a lighter, and shakily leaned over to light Yu Chaoxian's cigarette.
Chen Diao took one look and thought, "Oh ho, isn't he quite good at reading people's expressions? Pouring wine and lighting cigarettes, what was the point of pretending before? He didn't appreciate the courtesy he received, and he'll only feel better after being slapped twice."
However, not all politicians are like this, and Chen Diao was already used to it.
Yu Chaoxian remained unmoved, ignoring him. Garcia flicked the lighter wheel repeatedly, but only produced a few empty clicks; the flame failed to ignite. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he tried harder with his fingers, but still couldn't light it.
Seeing Yu Chaoxian frown, Chen Diao stepped forward, raised his hand to cover the cigarette, and lit it for Yu Chaoxian with his lighter.
The crimson flame flickered beneath the smoke as Yu Chaoxian smoked, the fragrant smoke drifting slowly. When the cigarette burned out, Yu Chaoxian's gaze fell upon the clock on the wall.
The second hand ticked past.
"I'm sorry, I'd also like to have a proper talk with the minister, but time's up." Ten minutes were up, and he got up and left.
Garcia could no longer maintain his composure; his fake smile finally crumbled. He had set ten minutes for Yu Chaoxian, but now he didn't even have time to beg for mercy. His obese body suddenly slid off the leather seat, his knees slamming against the marble floor with a dull thud.
"Wait! Mr. Yu, listen to me—" He staggered forward, his carefully styled sideburns disheveled and stuck to his sweaty forehead.
He crawled on his knees and grabbed Yu Chaoxian's leg. If the photos were leaked, he was finished. His career was over, his life was over, and even his family would be implicated. "I've already called customs to release the goods! That shipment can be picked up right now! These photos and documents... can they be destroyed? Mr. Yu, I'll cooperate however you want. In the future, I'll prioritize you for all government arms orders, how about that?"
Chen Diao rolled his eyes dismissively. "If you treat me like a human being, then don't act all high and mighty. See? You overdid it. Now you have to beg on your knees. Where were you before?"
Chen Diao soon received a call from customs asking him to pick up the container, and he nodded to Yu Chaoxian.
Yu Chaoxian neither agreed nor disagreed, but frowned and glanced at Garcia, his disdain quite obvious.
Garcia quickly let go.
"Minister, remember this: I spend money to save myself trouble, so moderation is key to any benefits." Yu Chaoxian didn't bother to look at the person on the ground again, as it was a waste of time.
Garcia couldn't fathom the enigmatic man before him. His years in politics had given him an extremely keen sense of smell; this man was definitely not to be trifled with. He either had to submit, or...
Thinking of this, a sinister glint flashed in Garcia's eyes.
They couldn't act inside the government building, otherwise the underworld would immediately know he had intercepted the goods. The only option was to eliminate them silently on their way out, staging it as an attack by smugglers.
Upon arriving at the parking lot, Chen Diao received a call from Ivan, who confirmed Yuri's hiding place in Phoenix.
Phoenix is the "gun market" of Mexico, where 70% of gun deals are made. Yuri, who stole the Yu family's business, is hiding in this lawless land.
Chen Diao followed Yu Chaoxian to the port to pick up the goods and make the transaction with the Black Group, completing the order on time.
The city was silent at night, and no one knew that a deadly chase was about to unfold on the suburban highway.
The Bentley drove smoothly. Yu Chaoxian sat in the back seat with his eyes closed, pondering who could replace Garcia in his position. After thinking it over, he actually came up with one.
He suddenly opened his eyes and saw in the rearview mirror that three black bulletproof SUVs were following behind him, always maintaining a distance of 300 meters.
Standard spacing for professional tracking.
"Boss, they're trying to sandwich our vehicles!" Just as Chen Diao finished speaking, a Land Rover behind them suddenly accelerated.
Yu Chaoxian sneered, realizing that Garcia had sent men to silence them, just as he had expected. Fortunately, they had already prepared weapons in their vehicle.
Just as the Land Rover was about to close in, a Mercedes suddenly rushed out from the side! Without hesitation, Ivan in the driver's seat turned the car around and rammed into the pursuing vehicle, the tires screeching on the asphalt.
The pursuing Land Rover was so startled by Ivan's suicidal attempt to block the car that it swerved sharply and nearly crashed into the guardrail.
That's why Chen Diao wouldn't let Ivan drive!
He thought Chen Diao was already very brave, but he didn't expect there to be a subordinate even braver than Chen Diao. He asked, "You're not with Mickey, are you?"
Ivan winked coolly: "I'm with Brother Diao."
Mingming hissed. No wonder. He thought to himself, the boss is a pervert, so everyone around him is a pervert too.
Before the words were even finished, the Land Rover behind suddenly accelerated. The muffled thud of a silenced sniper rifle echoed through the night, shattering the driver's side window with a single shot.
Ivan cursed and quickly turned around.
Mingming, who was in the passenger seat, nimbly flipped over and jumped to the back seat. The moment the sunroof opened, his M249 was already in place, the butt of the gun firmly against his shoulder. His eyes flashed with excitement, and he unleashed a storm of fire at the vehicles behind him.
With a rate of fire of 759-1000 rounds per minute, the M249 relentlessly suppressed the approaching Land Rover. Muzzle flashes flickered on his pale face, and spent cartridges rained down, leaving a trail of sparks on the ground.
Mingming quickly frowned. At most, the bullets could only leave dents in the armored Land Rover; the pure violence of the shooting was utterly devoid of any aesthetic appeal. The mercenaries in the Land Rover continued their relentless pursuit, and several bullets even narrowly missed the Mercedes' fuel tank.
Mingming suddenly put away the machine gun and pulled out a dagger from his side. Sometimes a dagger is more useful than a gun. It can't be penetrated by a bulletproof car, but a person is not so tough.
The blade gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and Mingming solemnly uttered the name of the Virgin Mary. Although he wasn't Catholic, he always made a habit of saying this before killing someone.
He turned to Ivan and said, "Go closer to that car and kill the whole car."
One second he was confessing, the next he was about to kill the whole car. Ivan didn't have time to be surprised by this seemingly new kind of bald devil before he quickly swerved the steering wheel and crashed the car into the enemy vehicle on the left!
The two cars sped side by side, almost touching. Without the slightest hesitation, he seized the opportunity and leaped, landing nimbly and accurately on the roof of the enemy car.
Inside the carriage, two armed mercenaries noticed the disturbance and had just raised their guns—
"Bang!" The sunroof glass shattered suddenly, and Mingming fell down, his clothes slipping down to reveal half of his muscular waist and abdomen.
A flash of cold light disappeared in an instant.
Warm blood spurted from the first mercenary's neck. His eyes widened, his finger still on the trigger, but he could no longer exert any force. Without pausing, as he spun around, the dagger had already precisely pierced the second soldier's jaw, completely silencing his scream before it could escape his throat.
He stepped on the corpse and deftly pulled out his dagger. He looked at the driver's seat and saw the mercenary's terrified face in the rearview mirror.
At that moment, Ivan's voice came through Mingming's communication headset: "Plant explosives on his vehicle and have him block the armored vehicles behind him!"
Ivan rolled down the car window and carefully tossed a C4 explosive charge into the Land Rover, which was temporarily being driven by Mingming.
Planting the bomb was a piece of cake for Mingming, and he quickly and efficiently installed it. Ivan had already moved the car close enough to a safe distance, and Mingming nimbly leaped back into the car.
When the two Land Rovers caught up from behind, Ivan smiled and pressed the detonator. A deafening explosion rang out, and all three Land Rovers were instantly engulfed in flames.
At the moment the Land Rover exploded, Mingming was admiring the enormous flames.
Ivan kept his eyes fixed ahead, never turning back.
Because a real man never looks back at an explosion. He learned this from his boss; when the helicopter exploded, the boss never looked back.
He's incredibly handsome.
The night wind howled, and a sliver of blood-red dawn appeared on the horizon at the end of the highway.
This deadly chase has only just begun.
Meanwhile, in the control room, Garcia stared at the Bentley and Mercedes on the screen and yelled into the walkie-talkie, "We absolutely cannot let them get off that road! Armored vehicles, intercept them, quick!"
If Yu Chao arrives in Phoenix City first, that will be the territory of the Black Force Group, and he wouldn't dare cause trouble on the group's territory.
Inside the Bentley, Yu Chaoxian glanced at the rearview mirror; the three Land Rovers had already been dealt with by Mingming and Ivan.
However, in the pitch-black night, an armored vehicle followed like a ghost.
Garcia really went all out; even an illegal arrest resulted in him getting an armored vehicle.
The mercenary on the top of the armored vehicle carried a Javelin missile on his shoulder, its guidance head flashing a locked red light.
Chen had the accelerator floored, his palms drenched in cold sweat. He knew perfectly well that he was now on the brink of death. The armored vehicle was equipped with FGM-148 Javelin missiles; once locked on, there was absolutely no escape—the only outcome would be being blown to pieces!
At that moment, he even wanted Yu Chao to jump out of the car first, but bullets were flying around from behind, and no matter which option he chose, it seemed like a dead end.
"What's the panic?" Yu Chaoxian said calmly, and then told Ivan to create distance as soon as possible through the communicator.
The mercenary in the armored vehicle was determined to win. He shouted triumphantly at the Bentley, "Goodbye, you unlucky bastard who offended the minister."
With the skylight open, Yu Chaoxian pulled the spring of an M67 grenade, but did not throw it immediately. Instead, he paused for a moment, waiting for the opportune moment.
The grenade flew in a precise parabola, heading toward the missile's predicted trajectory in an instant—the Javelin missile's infrared seeker was interfered with by a sudden heat source, causing its trajectory to deviate instantly!
"boom--!!!"
The shockwave from the missile that exploded in mid-air shattered the streetlights along the way.
Chen Diao dared not relax for a moment: "There are still twenty seconds until the next shot!"
The wind whistled past his ears as Yu Chaoxian set up his sniper rifle. His long, slender fingers, lightly pressing the trigger, gleamed with a cold white light in the moonlight.
He won't give the other side a second chance to lock on.
The wind swept through the man's dark hair, revealing sharply sculpted eyebrows and eyes. He tilted his head slightly, revealing a sharply defined profile, his iron sights aimed at the mercenaries in the armored vehicle who were about to lock onto them. Chen Diao and Yu Chaoxian had worked together for a long time, maintaining a perfectly synchronized speed at the ideal pace for sniping while also being careful to dodge bullets fired from behind.
Just a second before the enemy missiles were about to lock onto them again.
Yu Chaoxian lowered his gaze slightly beneath his long eyelashes, his pupils contracted, and he pulled the trigger. "Whoosh—"
The mercenary's forehead was pierced by a bullet, and the out-of-control missile shot into the night sky.
The armored vehicle driver panicked and turned around, but it was too late. The burning missile debris smashed into the front of the vehicle, turning it into scrap metal.
Ivan, who was in the parallel vehicle, finally couldn't help but look back at the huge explosion. Cool!
There was a grenade in the car, and Mingming secretly thanked Yu Tang. If he hadn't seen Yu Tang curiously poking at the grenade, he wouldn't have thought to bring it. But then he couldn't help but sigh, his boss was terrifyingly strong.
Using the shockwave from a grenade explosion to disrupt a missile's trajectory is theoretically very difficult to achieve. It requires extremely rich combat experience and exceptional military talent to seize that fleeting opportunity.
As dawn broke and the engine noise subsided, Phoenix City loomed ahead of the Bentley.
In the control room, Garcia's face was ashen. He knew he was finished, everything was over.
Once he entered Phoenix City, it became the territory of the Black Forces, and he couldn't just rush in; he was at a loss for what to do.
Meanwhile, after ending his encrypted call with the man, Deputy Minister Lacanella received a top-secret document.
He knew that the position of Minister of Security would soon be his.
Of course, in exchange, Lacanella must, within the scope of his authority, provide all necessary convenience and cooperation for Yu Chaoxian's "business".
As the Bentley drove into Phoenix, Yu Chaoxian glanced at the time. He needed to get back by at least tomorrow morning to keep his promise to Yu Tang. If it weren't for dealing with Yuri, who was competing with the Yu family for business, he could have gone back today.
It's 4 AM in Mozhou. At this time, Yu Tang in Taicheng should be taking a nap. Mickey and Ajin have completed their mission and flown back to Taicheng. Yu Chao first arranged for the two of them not to return to the base after landing, but to stay and watch over Yu Tang until he returned.
However, on this very day, Yu Tang packed everything up, but didn't take many things, fearing that going out would arouse suspicion from the Filipino maid.
Yu Tang held a velvet gift box in her hand.
After hesitating for a second, she placed the gift box containing the cufflinks on the table in her bedroom, knowing that Yu Chaoxian would definitely come to her room.
She tore off one of Yu Chaoxian's cufflinks and is now giving him a new pair as a final farewell gift.
Of course, the money for the cufflinks was paid with Yu Chaoxian's card. She didn't have any money; she was saving the cash for later use.
Originally intending to leave, but since she had touched his money, Yu Tang thought it over and decided to leave a sticky note, carefully writing down the amount and attaching the receipt, to prove that she hadn't squandered his money.
Oh, and I also spent twenty yuan on a mango milkshake, I'll write that down too.
To prevent Yu Chaoxian from mistakenly believing that something bad had happened to her, she specifically wrote in the note that it was her own decision to leave, that she was safe, that she had applied to universities in other countries, and that she would work part-time while studying. Leaving was simply to end this twisted relationship, but the kinship would not be severed; she would always consider him her nephew.
When signing her name, Yu Tang subconsciously wrote "Little Aunt".
While the Filipino maid went out to buy groceries, Yu Tang dragged her small suitcase and got into the car that Mo Fei had come to pick her up.
The car belonged to Mo Fei's boyfriend, Han Chu, and Han Chu arranged for a driver to come over.
Yu Tang was about to gain her freedom, and she sincerely thanked Mo Fei: "Thank you for coming to see me off, and thank you for your boyfriend's help as well."
Mo Fei was a little curious as to why Yu Tang didn't let the nephew she often mentioned come to see her off, but seeing Yu Tang's hesitant expression, she considerately didn't press the matter. She liked that Yu Tang could be relaxed and at ease with her and didn't want to put any pressure on her.
On the way to the airport, the car passed by a familiar sanatorium. Yu Tang looked out the window, her eyes suddenly reddening, silently saying goodbye to her brother in her heart. Her flight had been rescheduled, and she no longer had time to visit him.
Yu Tang and Mo Fei said goodbye in tears. Before parting, the two girls wished each other success in their future studies.
To be honest, Yu Tang was also afraid of the unknown road ahead. But she knew that she would soon be able to completely escape Yu Chaoxian's control and end this twisted and illicit relationship. So, more than fear, Yu Tang was looking forward to the future; going to a new environment and a place of freedom would be her liberation.
At dusk, a silver passenger plane pierced through the clouds at the airport, leaving a fleeting contrail against the darkening sky.
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