Chapter 106: The Operation (Part Three)

Under the pale, dawn-tinged sky, atop the Iwai Mansion’s rooftop, a dozen military-grade floodlights blazed with fierce intensity, illuminating the entire estate as brightly as daylight.

The night watchmen, alert and vigilant, cast watchful glances across the surroundings. Hundreds of guards, who had stood watch during the day, were roused from their slumber and divided into several squads to conduct thorough searches.

Their first sweep targeted the two buildings on the left.

The team assigned to the front left building arrived to find it unguarded—a fact that immediately set off alarms.

Scattering quickly, they soon discovered two bodies lying in the flowerbed.

As messengers were sent to inform Hase of the grim findings, that same team swiftly moved into the front left building. Meanwhile, Li Wensheng followed Kase’s group, entering the central building.

Moments before, after returning to the far left building, Li Wensheng had slipped into a room and hidden by the window, observing the rush of people converging in their direction. A sudden thought struck him, prompting him to blend seamlessly into a group of soldiers moving forward.

The soldiers, stirred by the earlier gunfire, were solely focused on reaching the scene and failed to notice Li Wensheng trailing closely behind.

In this way, Li Wensheng slipped unnoticed through the crowd, returning to the crime scene nestled between the two buildings.

Upon his arrival, Hase was instructing Kase to report the situation to Eiichi Iwai. Li had considered following them but realized that moving openly among the crowd would expose him.

He abandoned the idea—only for Hase to suddenly order all squads to return to their posts.

With dozens moving simultaneously, chaos erupted. Li Wensheng seized the opportunity, slipping behind Kase’s group, who had yet to leave the crowd.

Focused solely on reporting to Eiichi Iwai, Kase’s group remained oblivious to Li Wensheng’s stealthy footsteps.

Those they passed by, seeing them as a single unit, raised no suspicion, allowing Li Wensheng to accompany Kase into the central building with ease.

This building served both as Eiichi Iwai’s office and residence.

When the gunfire broke out, many had rushed inside to search; finding nothing, they stationed themselves at each staircase landing as guards.

Though the building was guarded, Kase led the way, and the sentries recognized them as one group, allowing Li Wensheng to safely reach the third floor.

Eiichi Iwai’s office and living quarters were on this third floor, where the security was tighter than on the lower levels—dozens of sentries lined the corridor.

“Stop. Show your ID.”

Just as Kase’s group reached the stairwell on the third floor, the guard barred their passage, just as guards had done on the lower floors.

Kase produced his identification, which the guard glanced at before stepping aside.

After Kase passed, the guard added, “The rest wait here!”

Kase’s group complied without objection, but Li Wensheng had doubts—if they waited too long, Kase’s men would turn back and discover him.

He glanced down the corridor, pondering for a moment before suddenly producing a Chicago typewriter submachine gun from his hands.

Rat-a-tat-tat…

Before Kase’s group and the guards at the stairwell could react, they were riddled with bullets.

As the consulate’s consul, Eiichi Iwai was protected by elite guards dispatched by the Foreign Ministry, who reacted swiftly.

The sudden gunfire did not stun the dozen or so men in the corridor. The moment shots rang out, they drew their weapons and spun around.

Li Wensheng instantly leapt aside.

Though only three stories tall, the building had a rooftop. Li Wensheng took cover behind a corner near the stairs leading from the third floor to the rooftop.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bullets pounded the corner as Li Wensheng thought quickly, tucking the Chicago typewriter under his left armpit while his right hand suddenly produced an American-style grenade.

Unlike the Japanese melon grenades, which required striking and timing, the American grenade needed only the safety pin pulled. No delay was allowed.

Li Wensheng yanked the pin, twisted his body, and hurled the grenade with his right hand.

As soon as it left his grasp, he furrowed his brow… then heard a terrified shout in Japanese: “Grenade!”

A tremendous explosion followed.

Emerging from behind the corner, Li Wensheng raised the Chicago typewriter in his right hand and opened fire with his left.

Rat-a-tat-tat…

Seconds later, the gunfire ceased, leaving the corridor littered with bodies.

Sweat beaded on Li Wensheng’s forehead. Hastily, he stowed the Chicago typewriter away.

“Damn!” he cursed silently as he looked at his bleeding right hand.

Whether by misfortune or the enemy’s marksmanship, a bullet had struck his right hand during the grenade throw, lodging itself in the bone.

Yet perhaps he was lucky—the wound was in his forearm. Had it hit his wrist, his right hand would have been useless.

With his right hand injured and unable to bear weight, Li Wensheng had fired earlier with his left hand.

However, his left arm was still healing from a previous wound, and the recoil from the Chicago typewriter sent sharp pains through both arms, cold sweat pouring down his face.

“If this mission’s reward isn’t generous, it’ll be a huge loss,” he muttered under his breath, gripping the pistol in his left hand and swiftly moving toward the third room on the right.

Earlier, he had noticed most guards clustered near the door of that room.

Bang!

The door was kicked open.

Li Wensheng fired immediately. As the bullet flew, he dashed toward the left wall of the room, where a bookshelf stood.

The room was an office, and just as he entered, he caught sight of a figure slipping through a hidden door beside the bookshelf.

Though his aim was true, the person had nearly disappeared through the door as it closed, and Li Wensheng’s hurried shot only grazed the figure’s ear.

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