On the night of their arrival in Hong Kong, An Moxue and her subordinates held a meeting until the early hours of the morning. The next day, she and several confidants discussed possible emergencies and countermeasures until the afternoon before everyone dispersed.
Then, that very night, while people were still asleep, the Kuroda family, centered in Hong Kong Island, was simultaneously attacked by unknown forces in several countries and regions, suffering heavy casualties and losing many valuables.
At the same time, the Kuroda family's listed company, Kuroda, was also besieged by multiple unknown forces. At first, the stock price rose sharply, but soon malicious selling occurred, and then the stock price plummeted. Then there was a large amount of buying, followed by selling, and then buying again. The Kuroda family's stock price was like a roller coaster, rising and falling, rising and falling again, repeating itself continuously.
This caused all the managers and staff of the Kuroda family to get up in the middle of the night to deal with urgent matters, but they were still overwhelmed.
An Moxue sat in her office, looking at the computers in front of her, watching the stock market fluctuations, and listening to the reports that her subordinates came over from time to time. Her eyes were filled with unprecedented excitement and anticipation.
The next day, An Moxue received a steady stream of reports from the Kuroda family in various regions through Red Fox. An Moxue calculated the time and made final plans.
Especially Zhuang Zhou and Anthony, who hadn't slept all night in the office, were full of excitement and showed no signs of fatigue.
Time passed slowly, and Zhuang Zhou and Anthony sat in front of their computers, constantly issuing various orders to the team: buy, sell, and dump large quantities of stock. Their excitement grew with the fluctuations in the Kuroda Company's stock price.
As evening fell, Boris came to report, "Chief, we have now wiped out many of the Kuroda family's major forces in thirteen countries, and the rest are just waiting to be dealt with."
An Moxue showed no joy upon hearing her words. Instead, she said seriously, "Warn them that they cannot relax at all until the final victory. They must be ready for battle at any time, especially in the treatment of the wounded. We must ensure that there are as few casualties as possible."
"yes."
An Moxue then asked, "How's it going with Duoze? Is everything alright?"
Boris said, "Successfully. Everything is proceeding strictly according to plan. Chief, when shall we infiltrate the Wa people?"
An Moxue pointed to the computer and said, "Once this result meets our expectations, we can leave the rest to Zhuang Zhou and Anthony. It should be soon."
Meanwhile, the head of the Kuroda family received reports from subordinates in several countries around the world that their forces had been attacked by unknown forces, suffering heavy losses, and that some forces could not be contacted at all. The Kuroda family had a very bad feeling that something might have happened in other areas that they could not contact, or that their entire forces might have been wiped out.
He gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing, and vowed to find the culprit and eradicate him and his forces completely, leaving no one alive.
At the same time, after a night and a day, many groups and companies learned about the abnormality of the Kuroda family's company through the stock. The ordinary people who held shares could not withstand the storm and chose to sell when the stock price rose. This indirectly led to greater fluctuations in the Kuroda family's stock price, which also aroused more panic among shareholders and accelerated the speed of selling.
Many stock market tycoons saw through the shady dealings behind the Kuroda family's stock and rushed to buy in, hoping to make a quick buck. Even more hostile forces interfered, accelerating the decline of the Kuroda family's stock. By the close of trading that evening, Kuroda's stock had hit its daily limit down.
Stockholders at the stock exchange cursed loudly, and some radicals even gathered in front of the Kuroda family's company to protest and demand that the Kuroda family stabilize the stock price.
The head of the Kuroda family swore before the Kuroda family members that he would tear the mastermind behind it to pieces.
Ever since An Moxue confessed some things to him, Wu Sicheng had strengthened the monitoring of certain forces. When he received news that the Kuroda family's forces had been targeted and the Kuroda Company had been maliciously acquired, his eyes were filled with helplessness, worry, and a hidden pride.
Then, he grabbed his military cap and quickly drove away from the office.
All the way, he was thinking about how to persuade his superiors to let him go abroad and how to go home to tell his grandfather and father about it, his conjectures, and his decision.
He still hadn't figured out a solution by the time the car stopped.
He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to keep it a secret. He went to his superior's office, said nothing, asked for twenty days of leave, and then drove to the military compound.
Back home, his worries lessened, and he stated his purpose directly: to infiltrate the Japanese kingdom and take advantage of the situation to target the Kuroda family.
Grandpa Wu faced his grandson directly. The old man, who had weathered many storms, stared at him with eyes that had seen through the vicissitudes of life, making him feel uneasy. He waited for a long time for the old man's response, and tentatively asked, "Grandpa?"
The old man asked in a voice devoid of emotion, "Have you thought it through? This is your personal decision. If something goes wrong, there will be no rescue, and you can't bring any of your identity information into the country. Even if you die, your body might not be recovered, let alone any merits or achievements."
"Yes, I've thought it through. And I also..."
Before he could finish speaking, Grandpa Wu interrupted him, saying, "I don't need to know more. You just need to know what you're doing, why you're doing it, whether it's worth it, and whether you'll regret it."
"I understand, Grandpa, I have to go."
Looking at the determination in his grandson's eyes, the old man sighed softly and said, "As long as you don't regret it."
"Grandpa, I'm leaving."
After Wu Sicheng left, Grandpa An picked up the phone and dialed a number.
Wu Sicheng returned to his unit and began to hand over his work. His comrades, knowing he had taken leave, assumed he was going back to prepare for his wedding. Some even joked, "Is he going back to prepare to be a groom? Don't forget to let us know when the time comes."
Wu Sicheng smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, you'll all be there for me."
When he returned to his home in Kyoto and prepared to leave the country, the old man's bodyguard was already waiting there. He handed him a sealed bag and then left.
He opened it and saw two sets of identity information, clearly prepared for him, along with the specific time and location for his smuggling.
He stroked the paper, his eyes filled with guilt, but even more so with determination.
He went back into the house, changed into ordinary clothes, folded his military uniform neatly, put it in the closet, then took out a backpack, took out a few gold bars and two sets of ordinary clothes from a hidden compartment, put them in the backpack along with the bag, and then left.
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