Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 108: Killing without leaving any trace
The fifteenth year of the Republic of China passed quickly, at least for Wang Yi.

The southern expedition was unstoppable, and wherever they passed, the people prepared food and drink to welcome the king's army, and many young people also joined the army. In less than half a year, most of the south was basically pacified, and the direct line of Wu Dashuai was completely unable to rise. In addition to the other northern expeditionary army in the Central Plains, it can be seen that at the beginning of next year, the northern expedition will be completely pushed from the south to the north.

At present, the only person who can barely resist the Northern Expedition is Marshal Zhang, who organized the "An Guo Army" and was promoted to the commander-in-chief of the fifteen provinces. But anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Beiyang faction has lost the support of the people.

This so-called Anguo Army is just a splendid exterior but a rotten interior. It is only a matter of time before it loses. Marshal Zhang may be able to see this. He made such a big scene just to wait until he is defeated and then retreat to the outer part of the Great Wall with more bargaining chips in his hands. In this way, even if the Northern Expedition succeeds and he loses the throne, at least he can continue to be the King of the Northeastern Outer Wall with the bargaining chips in his hands.

But the Japanese were not happy to see his idea, because although you, Marshal Zhang, had a decent ending, our investment in you would be wasted.

They coveted the land outside the Great Wall and China for so long, and they had been working hard for so long, it was not just a game. They wanted to see China unified more than anyone else, so they took a two-pronged approach. On the one hand, they constantly coerced and bribed Zhang Dashuai to fight the Northern Expedition Army to the end, and on the other hand, they began to send people to contact the leadership of the Northern Expedition Army.

After all, according to intelligence, although the purpose is the same, the leaders are not united. As long as they are not united, there is a possibility of winning them over.

Wang Yi could think of these things, but it was extremely difficult to stop them. Some people would rather be good people than be dogs. What can you do?

At this time, at a private banquet in the Marshal's Mansion in the capital.

Sitting at one table were the old marshal, the young marshal, Mr. Lan, a nobleman from the capital, the Japanese ambassador, and Wang Yi. There were five people sitting at one table, but they represented different forces.

The five people at the table clinked glasses with each other, eating the first batch of breeding chickens prepared by Wang Yi, and talking about all sorts of things, but they were slow to get to the point.

"Young Master Wang, I, Old Zhang, toast to you. I have been in Beijing for more than half a year. With you, the number one person in Beijing, in charge, I have not had to worry about anything else except dealing with trivial matters in the officialdom. I, Old Zhang, eat well and sleep well every day. If you always refuse to take my position, with your skills, you are more than qualified to be a military commander. It doesn't matter if you can't fight, as long as you can fight, the soldiers under you will be obedient!"

"You are too kind, Marshal. This is not the time when the Qing Dynasty invaded the country. If you had offered me an official position and made a wish then, I would have never refused. What era is it now? The best way to kill an enemy is with a pistol. No matter how skilled I am, I am no match for your machine guns and cannons. I am so young, and I haven't seen enough of the prosperity of the world."

As soon as the words came out, Lao Zhang laughed out loud, while the Japanese ambassador who was listening on the side raised his eyebrows, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

"Brother Wang Yi, there is no need to be so modest. Machine guns and cannons have their own fighting methods, and martial arts masters have their own fighting methods. If two armies only compete with each other's capital, then there is no story of Jing Ke assassinating Qin. With a great master like you, people know that you dare not charge into the battle, and they have to open one eye even when they sleep. Who knows, isn't that right?"

Wang Yi's heart skipped a beat because the young marshal had hit the nail on the head.

This is the prototype of early special forces operations. It has existed since ancient times, but there has never been a systematic theory. Wang Yi is very clear about the advantages and disadvantages of aliens. On the battlefield of hot weapons, one more or one less alien troop will hardly affect the overall situation. But if they can cooperate with large troops to infiltrate behind enemy lines, strike, destroy and decapitate, the effect they can achieve is no worse than victory on the front battlefield.

But when such an idea was said in such a careless way, Wang Yi was fine, but there was more than one guest at the table. Wang Yi glanced at the Japanese ambassador without leaving a trace. This guy was ready to die!
"But I haven't seen Jing Ke succeed. After all, the risk is too great. This method should not be used unless it is a last resort."

He laughed it off and tried to brush it off, but in his mind he was planning how the Japanese ambassador would die.

"Haha, Xiao Liuzi is still good at talking. Young man Wang, you two are from the same generation, young people should get closer to each other. Who knows, I may need your help in the future."

"What are you talking about, Marshal? You are in your prime."

"Marshal..."

Just as everyone was exchanging pleasantries, the Japanese ambassador Saito Taro, who had arrived at the banquet early, spoke up. When he spoke, Wang Yi and Mr. Lan looked at each other, and tactfully found an excuse to go back. The young marshal sent them out of the mansion, leaving the space for conversation to the old marshal and the Japanese ambassador.

Wang Yi did not choose to take a carriage, but walked. Coincidentally, Mr. Lan also chose to walk.

"Young Master Wang, what do you think Ambassador Saito will talk about with the old commander?"

"Mr. Lan, you and I should both know this."

"I'm afraid Young Master Wang doesn't know as much as I do. My subordinates told me that in three days, a Japanese merchant group will leave Beijing, saying that they are going to the south to do business. As for what kind of business..."

Mr. Lan left it blank, and Wang Yi did not ask further. As for why Mr. Lan was more informed than himself, how long had he been rooted in Beijing, while Mr. Lan had been working here since the 10th year of the Republic of China? All the rickshaw drivers in Beijing were his spies, so if he wanted to know something, he would definitely know it faster than himself.

"Why, Mr. Lan is not happy that they can succeed in their business?"

"What can I do if I don't like it? It's a business. If someone buys, someone sells. If you just want to do this business without any words, I won't agree to it."

"Then why did Mr. Lan tell me this? Wouldn't it be better if you told your friend?"

"Friends may not necessarily listen to me. Who knows, they may become enemies one day. On the contrary, although Young Master Wang and I have known each other for a short time, I feel relieved to hear some words from you."

"Mr. Lan, why don't you move around a little?"

"My job is to spy and pass messages. As for other tasks, it's better to leave them to professionals, don't you think so, Mr. Wang?" "Spying is your job, but killing people is my job? Mr. Lan, you have to give people some benefits when they do the work, right?"

"You want more benefits?"

"If you don't give some benefits, it will seem fake."

"Although I don't know what you want to do with this business, it can at least overlap with my rickshaw drivers. If you succeed, I'll give you two rickshaws, but I'm going to die."

"Just give me the list."

"Three days later, as long as Young Master Wang shows up at the train station, the list must be handed over. Also, Young Master Wang, don't make too much noise with this magical trick. In addition to this merchant group, there are other dignitaries at the station. Even Director Zhu is at the scene. Don't get caught in the act."

"Are you here to protect me?"

"Nothing but empty words. Young Master Wang's methods are amazing. We must be on guard."

"Okay, in three days, I will show up at the train station on time and wait for your people to give me the list, Mr. Lan. But before that, Mr. Lan may receive a message, so you may feel more at ease."

"News? What news?"

After hearing Wang Yi's words, Mr. Lan took a few more steps forward without reacting. He quickly stopped and turned around, wanting to ask another question, but just as he walked a few more steps and turned his head, Wang Yi's figure had disappeared. This mysterious method also made Mr. Lan take off his hat and fan himself.

"Damn it, this method is really evil."

In the Marshal's Mansion in the capital, Ambassador Saito walked out of the mansion with a gloomy mood and got on a special car to go to the embassy area. Although he already knew the result, he was really angry about the Northeast King's intransigence.

They have cooperated with him for so long, and have been given so many sugar-coated bullets over the years. The Northeast King has eaten all the sugar-coated bullets, but he is still selective in accepting the bullets, and they can do nothing about it. After all, they are not the only ones who are plotting outside the base camp of this person, there is also Russia.

His ability to dance back and forth among the three eggs was something that even his partner and opponent had to admire.

But they were losing patience. The Northern Expedition had disrupted too many plans, so they could no longer take their time. If the Northeast King, the old commander, didn't listen to their advice, they would have to consider sending someone else to talk to them.

The car carrying Ambassador Saito was driving on the streets of the capital, and pedestrians on the road were avoiding the black car with the Rising Sun flag. But Ambassador Saito didn't know that 50 meters above his head, someone was watching him under the cover of the night.

Perhaps this was the only good thing about the capital city of the Republic of China: there were no tall buildings, no bright lights, and no one would have thought that someone could stalk and kill people from a height of fifty meters.

Wang Yi used the invisible force field in the air to perform double jumps repeatedly at an altitude of fifty meters. Each jump was a distance of ten meters. He followed the car carrying the Japanese ambassador slowly and slowly until he confirmed that the car's destination was the Japanese Embassy in the embassy area. Then he took a step ahead and landed inside the embassy under the cover of night.

His figure gradually disappeared in the lights of the embassy without attracting any attention.

After the successful infiltration, Wang Yi randomly picked a lucky person who was using the toilet and made him fall and faint in the toilet. However, within a few minutes, Wang Yi walked out of the toilet with a painful expression on the lucky person's face, holding his stomach, squatted in a corner, and began to monitor the direction of Ambassador Saito through the magnetic field radar.

He calculated the time silently in his mind, until a certain moment, he rushed out from the corner, with a painful expression on his face, holding his stomach, and walked hurriedly, bumping into Ambassador Saito who looked unhappy.

"idiot!"

"Hi!"

Ambassador Saito, who was already humiliated in the Marshal's Mansion, cursed angrily, but received a very clear and articulate answer from Wang Yi, who also kept bowing and apologizing, holding his stomach, and stamping his feet on the ground in anxiety.

Seeing this, Ambassador Saito just waved his hand impatiently, and Wang Yi went into the toilet with this lucky face. Ten minutes later, the original owner covered the back of his head which was a little painful, and left the toilet with some pain and unhappiness.

After all, if you slip and fall while going to the toilet, your colleagues will laugh their heads off if you tell them about it.

Late at night, a piece of news, not too big or too small, broke out in the embassy community.

Ambassador Saito of the Japanese Embassy suddenly felt a severe headache and saw stars while working, but before the doctor arrived, he died in his office due to a sudden cerebral hemorrhage.

This piece of news was delivered to Mr. Lan's house through special channels as quickly as possible, and it made Mr. Lan break out in a cold sweat.

　During the Qingming Festival, I went back to my hometown to visit my ancestors. I apologize for the late update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)