Chapter 84 The End of Master Lu
Beijing, 3 a.m.
A military jeep sped through the night, its tires screeching as it screeched against the ground, and came to a steady stop in front of the Lu family mansion.
Lu Jingyan got out of the car, still carrying the stench and chill of the Shanghai docks. He went straight into the backyard through the side door and headed straight for the old man's study.
The study was brightly lit.
Old Master Lu, dressed in a slightly worn Zhongshan suit, was sitting behind his desk, rubbing two smooth walnuts in his hands, not asleep.
He saw Lu Jingyan come in, raised his cloudy old eyes slightly, but didn't ask anything.
Without wasting any words, Lu Jingyan placed the heavy lead box and a camera heavily on the rosewood desk.
A dull thud.
The air in the study seemed to have been sucked out by that sound, becoming thick and heavy.
The old man put down the walnuts, picked up the camera, took out the film, and skillfully put it into a developing tank.
A few minutes later, he used tweezers to pick up the wet photos and hung them on a makeshift string.
In the underground operating room, a shocking diagram of a criminal network hangs on the wall, rows of labeled blood plasma...
The old man's hands were very steady, but the atmosphere in the study was so low that it was hard to breathe.
He then opened the lead box and took out the document containing the original data, which was a design drawing of a fighter jet independently developed by my country.
Lu Jingyan stood there like a silent statue.
After a long silence, Old Master Lu finally spoke, his voice hoarse as if he hadn't spoken in a long time: "These children..."
“Some were rescued, but many more… are still missing.” Lu Jingyan’s voice was devoid of any emotion.
The old man closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and his chest rose and fell slightly.
The study was deathly silent.
Five minutes later, Old Master Lu opened his eyes again. His cloudy eyes were devoid of any emotion, only a deathly coldness remained.
He did not fly into a rage, nor did he roar.
He simply picked up the red phone with no dial pad that was beside him.
He dialed three numbers in a row.
"Chief of Staff, it's me."
"My grandson brought the things back."
"Yes, that's what you're thinking of. It's dirty, it needs to be washed, it needs to be washed with blood."
hang up.
He dialed a second number.
"Is this the National Security Bureau? Let your top leader answer the phone... It's me."
"That line in Shanghai can be closed now. I don't care what methods you use, I want to see results before dawn."
hang up.
The third phone call.
"Old Zhang from the Discipline Inspection Commission, are you still awake? Your men need to stretch their muscles."
“A disgrace to the Lu family, I’m personally cleaning house for him. You are responsible for sweeping up the trash.”
The three phone calls took less than a few minutes in total.
After hanging up the phone, the old man looked at Lu Jingyan, and a slight emotion finally flickered in his eyes: "That girl... I agreed to all the conditions she set. Tell her that the Lu family owes her a life."
The sky was just beginning to lighten, and the early birds had not yet started chirping.
Several military vehicles with special license plates roared out of different military compound courtyards like black lightning.
Inside the vehicle was a joint task force comprised of heavily armed military discipline inspection commissioners, national security officers, and public security officers.
Operation codename: Thunder.
The first stop was Lu Wenbo's private villa in the suburbs of Beijing.
There was no warning, no knocking.
The sturdy, ornate iron gate was smashed open by a military jeep, and more than a dozen fully armed soldiers broke in.
Lu Wenbo was fast asleep in his new lover's bed when he was suddenly awakened by a deafening noise.
Before he could react, the bedroom door was kicked open.
"Who are you people! Do you know who I am?" Lu Wenbo shouted, wrapped in a blanket, his voice filled with bluster but his heart was filled with fear.
His response was a cold gunstock.
A muffled "bang" was heard.
The head of the task force, a man with a menacing look, ruthlessly smashed a rifle butt into his face.
Lu Wenbo screamed, his mouth full of blood, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
"Drag it away!" the team leader ordered coldly.
Two soldiers stepped forward and dragged Lu Wenbo, who was only wearing a pair of underwear, off the bed like a dead dog, and took him away.
The little lover, huddled in the corner of the bed, covered only by a thin veil, let out a piercing scream.
At the same time, the second branch of the Lu family was in complete chaos.
Zhou Yafen, disheveled, went to the Lu family mansion to plead for mercy, only to find that the mansion's gates had been sealed off by armed guards, and not even a fly could get in.
Throughout the entire military compound, all the families who were usually close to the second branch of the Lu family were now keeping their doors tightly shut and remaining silent as if trembling with fear.
Gao Jianjun stood by the window on the second floor of his house, looking at the military vehicles rushing by and the mess in front of the Lu family's second house.
He muttered to himself, "My goodness... this is the Lu family's method? One move and it's like a thunderbolt, leaving not even a trace..."
A comrade next to him swallowed hard and whispered, "I heard that it was Jingyan who brought back irrefutable evidence from Shanghai. This time, Master Lu has really messed up!"
Everyone felt a deep-seated awe for Lu Jingyan and the Lu family's determination.
Meanwhile, in Shanghai, thousands of miles away, another war without gunfire is also drawing to a close.
Peace Hotel, penthouse suite.
When Wang Kun entered the suite, his legs were trembling.
His expensive suit was now wrinkled, and the cold sweat on his forehead soaked his sparse hair, which stuck to his scalp. He looked utterly disheveled.
Inside the suite, the woman who called herself "Bai Shu" was sitting leisurely on the sofa.
She didn't look at him; she was just focused on trimming a white begonia that was in a crystal vase.
But Wang Kun felt that he was not facing a beautiful woman, but a ferocious beast that was ready to devour him at any moment.
He was no longer the arrogance and slickness he usually was. His legs buckled, and with a "thud," he knelt directly on the spotless floor.
"Miss Bai...Miss Bai, spare me, spare me!"
Bai Shu then raised her head, her beautiful peach blossom eyes glancing at him indifferently.
She didn't say anything, but gently pushed a photograph from the coffee table in front of him.
In the photo, a chubby-cheeked little boy is standing at the entrance of an elementary school, holding a melting ice cream cone and smiling broadly.
Wang Kun's pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints!
That was his illegitimate child in Hong Kong, his only lifeline!
"ah--"
He let out a mournful cry that sounded inhuman, and instantly collapsed to the ground, drenched in sweat.
Do you want your son to grow up safely and eat ice cream for the rest of his life?
Bai Zhu's voice was soft and gentle, like a lover's murmur, yet it carried the most vicious curse.
Wang Kun completely broke down, and he kowtowed frantically.
"I'll give it all! I'll give it all! Miss Bai, I'll give you anything you want! Please, please spare my son!"
Bai Shu then revealed a half-smile.
She stood up, walked up to Wang Kun, and looked down at him.
"Then hand over the entire ocean trade to me."
"Furthermore, I need you to personally dig out all the people and schemes that Lu Wenbo has planted in Shanghai over the years, one by one, and then crush them with your own hands."
"I'll do it! I'll do it! I'll do it all!"
Wang Kun cried uncontrollably, no longer harboring any thought of resistance.
Beijing, Xishan Military Court.
The trial of Lu Wenbo lasted less than half an hour.
It was not open to the public, and there were no observers.
When the data in the lead box marked "Top Secret" and the criminal network diagram involving countless powerful figures at home and abroad were presented to the court, the entire courtroom was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Treason, smuggling strategic materials, leading the construction of an inhumane and illegal medical network...
Any one of these offenses is a capital offense.
The evidence is conclusive and irrefutable.
The presiding judge didn't waste any words and delivered the verdict directly in court.
"Lu Wenbo is sentenced to death, to be carried out immediately."
Half an hour later.
A muffled gunshot rang out at the Xishan execution ground.
Even as the bullet pierced the back of his head, Lu Wenbo's face still bore an expression of disbelief, terror, and absurdity.
He couldn't understand how he could have lost.
How could he have lost so quickly and so miserably!
As evening falls, the Huangpu River is dyed a magnificent orange-red by the setting sun.
Du Kangnian strode into the penthouse suite of the Peace Hotel. He tried his best to remain calm, but his slightly trembling voice betrayed his inner excitement.
"Young Miss, news has come from the capital... from the capital."
Su Wantang was holding a glass of red wine, standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the myriad lights below.
She didn't turn around, but gently swirled the crimson liquid in her glass and gave a soft "hmm".
Du Kangnian swallowed hard and lowered his voice, saying, "Lu Wenbo... was executed by firing squad an hour ago in Xishan."
Su Wantang's hand holding the wine glass did not waver at all.
She gazed at the dazzling night view outside the window and took a small sip of red wine.
"knew."
She turned around and looked at Du Kangnian. In his peach blossom eyes, there was an unfathomable calm and calculation.
"Inform Wang Kun that the list I requested must be on my desk by tomorrow morning."
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