Chapter 111 Remote Game of Strategies: Outsmarting the Fool
Scarface's agonizing scream ripped through the deathly silence of the wilderness.
"You...you..." He made a hoarse, gurgling sound in his throat, unable to utter a single complete word.
Lu Jingyan's gaze also narrowed slightly.
Just as he was about to step forward, the sound of hurried and orderly footsteps echoed across the wilderness.
Around them, several figures dressed in farm work clothes emerged from the shadows and swiftly tied the groaning assassins on the ground tightly with ropes.
The young man in the lead, Wang Hao, ran up to Lu Jingyan and stood at attention, saluting.
"Reporting to the commander! Five prisoners captured, all under control!"
Wang Hao's gaze towards Lu Jingyan was filled with admiration. That violent fight where he single-handedly took on five opponents was simply inhuman.
Lu Jingyan's gaze was not on Wang Hao at all.
He stared at Bai Shu not far away, about to speak and use military methods to pry these people open.
"call out--"
A clear, melodious whistle rang out from Bai Shu's lips.
The sound wasn't loud, but it carried far.
Lu Jingyan paused.
Wang Hao and his soldiers were also stunned.
What kind of code is this?
The next second, behind the haystacks to the west and the hillside to the east, figures emerged silently as if they had grown out of the ground.
The one leading them was Qin Zheng.
The men behind him were escorting two unconscious men. The two men were dressed exactly like the assassins on the ground; they were sentries lying in ambush on the outskirts.
This was within Lu Jingyan's expectations.
But when Qin Zheng's men threw a heavy, military-green iron box to the ground with a thud, Lu Jingyan's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints.
Military telegraph machine!
He was not shocked that Bai Shu had someone.
To his shock, just moments before, while he was waging a bloody counterattack on the front lines, this woman's men had precisely and simultaneously completed another special operations mission that he was completely unaware of—destroying the enemy's command post!
How did she know the location?
When did she touch him?
How did she manage to direct this near-perfect two-pronged attack right under her nose?
Ignoring his probing gaze, Bai Shu walked up to Scarface and looked down at him.
"Codebook".
Scarface turned his head to the side, spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, and acted like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water.
Bai Zhu didn't say anything more.
She simply tilted her head and said to Lu Jingyan beside her, "Commander Lu, it's time to put your expertise to use."
Lu Jingyan gave her a deep look but didn't say anything.
He crouched down, pulled a gleaming military dagger from the side of his boot, and gently patted the other intact cheek of the scarred man with the back of the blade.
"I ask, you answer."
"Pah!"
"Crack!"
Lu Jingyan raised his hand and brought the dagger down, the hilt of the blade slamming hard into the scarred man's forearm. The sound of bones breaking was so crisp it sent chills down one's spine.
"ah--!"
Scarface's body was curled up like a shrimp.
"I'll give you three seconds to rephrase your words." Lu Jingyan's voice was calm and utterly unwavering.
On the other side, Bai Shu had already walked to the telegraph machine.
Qin Zheng pulled out a hand-cranked generator from somewhere and skillfully connected it to the power source.
Another subordinate searched the sentry who had just been knocked unconscious by Qin Zheng and his men and found a small, wax-sealed notebook, which he respectfully handed to Bai Shu.
Codebook.
Bai Zhu took it and opened it.
Qin Zheng said in a low voice, "Boss, I've seen this thing before in the army, I know how to handle it."
"No need," Bai Shu said calmly. "I'll do it."
Her slender fingers danced nimbly across the old buttons and knobs.
Connecting the lines, adjusting the frequency, and turning on the power—the entire process was smooth and efficient, exuding undeniable professionalism.
Suddenly, an extremely bizarre scene unfolded in the wilderness.
Here, Lu Jingyan is conducting a brutal and bloody interrogation.
"Crack!"
"Will you tell or not?"
"I'll talk! I'll talk! The password book is... in my arms..."
Over there, Bai Shu was conducting a silent, covert information war.
The telegraph machine emitted a faint "drip-drip-drip" sound, like the whisper of death in the empty wilderness.
Qin Zheng and Wang Hao, two elite soldiers from opposing camps, were both dumbfounded.
They watched as their boss (the group leader) tortured people like punching bags.
Then she looked at another boss, whose slender fingers tapped on the telegraph machine. His posture was more elegant than embroidery, but for some reason, the murderous aura emanating from that elegance was even stronger than that of Commander Lu.
Between these two... who is the real King of Hell?
Bai Zhu's fingers flew across the keyboard.
She didn't use the newly acquired codebook at all.
She used plaintext directly.
[Calling the eagle, the vulture requests to speak.]
This was the emergency communication code she deciphered from Su Yuting's letters.
The telegraph machine was silent for a moment.
Soon, the "drip-drip" sound rang out again.
【Condition. 】
There's only one word: extremely vigilant.
A cold smile curved at the corners of Bai Zhu's mouth.
Her fingers tapped again.
[Target cleared, vehicle damaged, requesting further instructions.]
She didn't reveal her identity, nor did she utter any unnecessary words. The damaged vehicle was the best explanation, explaining why they hadn't returned on time and why they had used the emergency code.
This time, the silence on the other end lasted even longer.
It is clearly a matter of determining authenticity.
Bai Zhu was not in a hurry and waited quietly.
She knew that Su Yuting, that idiot, must be as anxious as an ant on a hot pan right now.
The greatest reliance of a reborn person is "precognition." When things deviate from her "precognition," she will panic more than anyone else.
...
Beiwan Farm.
In Su Yuting's room.
She paced back and forth anxiously, her footsteps making a creaking sound on the ground.
How much time has passed?
According to the plan, by this time, that bitch Su Wantang should have already rolled down the cliff with her car and turned into a pile of minced meat!
Why haven't we heard anything?
She dispatched her most ruthless assassins, along with a sniper, a foolproof plan to kill!
But now, the radio station is completely silent.
An ominous premonition, like a venomous snake, slowly coiled around her heart, almost suffocating her.
No...
There must have been some accident on the way that caused the delay.
Yes, that must be it!
She tried to comfort herself, but she couldn't stop the cold sweat from her palms.
Just then.
The telegraph machine on the table suddenly started beeping.
Su Yuting jolted awake, pounced over, grabbed a pen and paper, and quickly began to write.
When she translated that line, her heart, which had been in her throat, finally settled back into her stomach.
[Target cleared, vehicle damaged, requesting further instructions.]
It's done!
That bitch Su Wantang is finally dead!
Overwhelmed with joy, her face, which had been tense due to nervousness, instantly contorted.
She didn't even think deeply about why the other party would communicate in plain text or use such a reporting tone.
In her view, this was precisely the behavior of subordinates who were eager to claim credit after completing their tasks!
Overwhelmed by this unexpected "good news," she immediately grabbed the telegraph machine and began typing with trembling fingers.
[Stay put and await my message.]
...
On the wilderness.
Looking at the eight characters translated on the paper, Bai Shu revealed a mocking smile.
idiot.
Lu Jingyan had just crushed all ten of Scarface's fingers, one by one.
He looked up at Bai Shu.
"You... had this planned all along?"
"Commander Lu, you flatter me." Her eyes were cold.
"I'm just a businessman, and I'm used to leaving myself a few backup plans so I don't lose everything."
"A backup plan?" A hint of a smile flashed in Lu Jingyan's dark eyes.
"Your escape route almost blocked my own."
He was referring to Qin Zheng's shot.
If Qin Zheng hadn't fired the finishing shot in time, he might be dead by now.
This realization filled him with both lingering fear and an indescribable sense of comfort.
"That only proves that Commander Lu's path isn't wide enough," Bai Shu retorted bluntly.
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