Half an hour later, on the third floor.
Qin Che sat in front of the French windows, leaning against a large sofa, wolfing down his food. Three beautiful maids sat to his side, serving him wine and meat, letting him do as he pleased.
Lina leaned back impatiently to the side, her long, straight, shapely legs rising and falling restlessly, sometimes sticking up and sometimes putting down.
“We don’t have much time,” she said.
At this moment, a table full of delicacies was laid out in front of Qin Che: roast chicken, fish slices, braised pork, large bowls of rice, as well as drinks, wine, and fruits, piled up like a small mountain.
"You don't actually think I'm here to kill Wang Fang, do you?" Qin Che laughed.
Lina was taken aback: "Isn't that right?"
“I don’t have time to deal with a nobody, and our real target isn’t Westburg.”
Lina frowned and said, "Are you deliberately trying to let Yuan Lin know about the Sand Castle coup? Aren't you afraid he'll take military action against Sand Castle?"
Qin Che pointed at Lina with his chopsticks: "If you want to stop someone like Yuan Lin, killing a mere Wang Fang is useless. You either have to kill him or restrain him."
Lina sneered, "You make it sound so simple. Who is Yuan Lin? How can you possibly control him with your strength?"
Qin Che said slowly, "No rush, why don't you come and eat something?"
"I'm not hungry!"
Qin Che smiled, ignoring the three beautiful women beside him who were trying to curry favor with him, and pushed them away to continue eating.
Lina sneered again, "You're not uninterested in women, are you?"
Qin Che joked, "If you're willing to stay with me, I'll consider it."
At that moment, the door was pushed open, and a number of people walked in and stood at the door.
The man with the hook... also known as Songshan, walked up expressionlessly and bowed to Qin Che, saying, "Sir, all our personnel have arrived, but there are some who really cannot leave their posts. They are waiting for your orders at any time."
Qin Che looked up and asked, "Hmm, how many people are there?"
"More than 200 people."
"Please allow me to introduce you..."
“These are the ‘leaders’ of Westburg. Including myself, we are all veterans who have been in the intelligence department for more than 20 years.”
Qin Che laughed and said, "I think you're only in your early twenties."
Song Shan smiled and said, "I followed in my father's footsteps. I received my father's teachings from a young age. After he passed away, I took over his business. I was only twelve years old at the time."
Qin Che nodded: "You've surpassed your teacher; you're quite good too."
"You flatter me, sir."
These people in front of me only have numbers, not names; they are the "lead sheep" planted by the intelligence department within Xibao territory.
They have many identities outside, which they sometimes have to hide from their own people, or they often change their names, so they don't have a fixed title. The higher-ups inside Sandcastle just call them 'Head Sheep'.
In Westborg, countless informants maintained one-to-one contact with the leader, weaving a network to continuously gather intelligence and clues, and also to carry out assassinations.
The leader controls some mediocre violent machines, but only within organizations outside the Westburg system.
Because their informants within the system operate under a different set of rules...
Qin Che stopped his binge eating, grabbed the girl's dress next to him and wiped his mouth. The girl was startled and held onto the dress, only to find that the old man was just using it to wipe his mouth. She puffed out her cheeks in anger.
Do you have any organizations under your command that accept mercenary operations?
Pine and cypress trees looked toward number five.
"I have."
This fifth leader looked weathered, with sunken eyes, and was probably in his fifties. He had an extremely sinister aura, but he was very respectful to Qin Che.
"Transfer your men there and have them complete regular order tasks. The evidence must be conclusive, and the entire process must be clean. Kill a man named Wang Fang in the embassy for me."
Number Five said, "Sir, we can't get in. There are military camps near the embassy, and it's very difficult and dangerous to break in with so many soldiers surrounding it."
Qin Che waved his hand: "I'm asking you to launch a feint attack, to throw them out as bait. I don't care about casualties, but the commotion needs to be significant. Can you do that?"
After a moment's thought, the fifth ram nodded: "Yes."
"Try not to expose yourself," Qin Che reminded him, then asked, "Who has contact with the people Chen Fusheng planted?"
"I can."
The one raising his hand was number three, a middle-aged man in his thirties with a resolute face. Judging from his attire, he was probably a foreman in the construction industry. He was rather short, but his eyes held a sharp glint.
"Tell me what you know," Qin Che asked.
The third leader said, "They have a trading company in West Fortress. Some small-time crooks have invested in them, so many people know their identities. Even Shen Xihai from the embassy has shares. The boss is named Hong Chen, 53 years old. He used to be an assistant under the Sand Fortress oil crook. Now he is in cahoots with Shen Xihai. On the surface, they are doing business in light industrial machinery and petroleum products, but in reality, they also secretly provide the West Fortress military with standard weapons and equipment and fuel. Their relationship with the military is unclear and difficult to investigate."
"Is there anything else?" Qin Che asked.
“Hong Chen has a woman in Xibao, who was given to him by Shen Xihai. Her name is Zhu Ying, and she is now the female owner of Meteor Pool. The two of them meet once or twice every few days. Each time they meet, they stay in the room on the top floor of Meteor Pool for one night. According to what we know, Zhu Ying should be an informant planted by Shen Xihai next to Hong Chen, because the embassy is fully aware of Hong Chen’s actions.”
Qin Che thought for a moment and asked, "Is this Hong Chen considered one of Chen Fusheng's close associates?"
"Yes, he is capable. He has given Chen Fusheng a lot of benefits over the years, and he has accomplished all the tasks assigned to him."
Qin Che asked him, "In your opinion, does Chen Fusheng know about the relationship between Hong Chen and Shen Xihai?"
"Of course I know."
Qin Che nodded knowingly and said, "Find a few capable people to kidnap Hong Chen, and then monitor Zhu Ying to see what she does."
"yes!"
Qin Che asked with a smile, "Is it difficult?"
The third sheep shook its head: "No."
Qin Che pointed to the pine and asked, "You just told me that when Wang Fang was sent to Xibao, the people Shen Xihai personally went to pick him up, and the car was not flying the Sand Castle flag, but the Xibao flag, right?"
“Yes, sir, that is correct.” Song Shan bowed slightly and said, “Shen Xihai has been living in Xibao for so many years and considers himself a Xibao person. He retains the title of ambassador to make it easier for him to act. But in reality, Shen Xihai has not done anything for Shabao all these years. Instead, he has been making money all the time. Moreover, he has cultivated a group of violent organizations from the military in Xibao.”
“In recent years, Shen Xihai has sided with the grain tycoons and gotten very close to Yuan Lin’s faction, but according to reliable sources, he has never met Yuan Lin.”
Qin Che smiled and said, "Find out Chen Xihai's movements for me."
“No need to investigate, sir. Shen Xihai goes back and forth between two points every day: either to the embassy or back to his residence. Even if he has any needs, they are all delivered to his residence.”
Qin Che pondered for a moment, then said, "I see... I understand."
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