Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

"Tonight at nine o'clock, we will officially start the arrest operation." Yan Shuangying's voice echoed in the silent hall, and every word hit the hearts of the people present like a heavy hammer. His eyes swept over every face, and finally fixed on Lu Jiaxiang, "The specific arrest operation will be carried out by me and the CIA's First and Second Action Teams. Squadron E will be responsible for the outer perimeter alert and respond to any possible changes."

Lu Jiaxiang nodded, his eyes flashing with determination. He knew that this was a tough battle, but they had the confidence, determination, and strength to successfully capture Asano Wenliang.

"Once we succeed, we will immediately evacuate from the sea and head to Chongming Port in Shanghai, where our people will pick us up," Yan Shuangying continued. His voice was calm, but full of strength and confidence.

"Understood, Chief!" The people present responded in unison, with the same light flashing in their eyes, that is the desire for victory and loyalty to the mission.

After arranging a specific action plan, Xiao Jia's group continued to monitor Asano Onryo. They hid in the dark, always keeping vigilance and patience, waiting for the capture operation to come. Yan Shuangying and others took the time to rest to cope with the fatigue brought by the long journey.

At this moment, they were like a cheetah ready to strike, waiting for the best opportunity to capture their prey. And their prey was the cunning and treacherous Asano Atsuyoshi.

At nine o'clock in the evening, a bright moon hung in the sky, and the silver moonlight sprinkled on the quiet streets, adding a bit of solemn atmosphere to the tense arrest operation. Yan Shuangying led the first and second action teams of the Central Intelligence Agency, a total of 36 elite intelligence personnel, and quietly approached the residential house temporarily rented by Asano Wenliang.

On the street in front of the house, under a dim street lamp, a small vendor in simple clothes sat behind a roasted sweet potato stall. His eyes intentionally or unintentionally swept towards Yan Shuangying. Although he tried hard to cover it up, the vigilance and alertness that he inadvertently revealed could not escape Yan Shuangying's sharp eyes.

Yan Shuangying frowned slightly, thinking to himself, "This guy is not simple." He waved to an elite intelligence officer behind him, signaling him to come forward and check. The elite officer immediately understood Yan Shuangying's intention, and he quietly approached the vendor with a fierce murderous look in his eyes.

Just as the vendor reached for his waist with a vigilant look, the elite intelligence officer attacked with lightning speed. With a flick of his wrist, a dagger flashing with cold light instantly pierced the vendor's throat. The vendor didn't even have a chance to make a sound before he fell to the ground and died.

As the vendor fell to the ground, a black Type 14 Nambu pistol slipped from his right fingers, making a crisp metallic collision sound. This sound was particularly harsh in the silent night, but it also instantly confirmed Yan Shuangying's judgment - this vendor was the secret sentry arranged by Asano Wenliang.

Yan Shuangying's eyes were as cold as ice. He glanced at the pistol on the ground and the dead vendor, then turned around and gave an order to the elites behind him: "Action!"

Two burly intelligence elites rushed forward quickly, their footsteps as heavy as thunder. At the same time, they raised their thick thighs and kicked the dilapidated wooden door fiercely. With a deafening roar, the wooden door shattered in an instant under their power.

Under this sudden attack, the Japanese people in the house panicked. A Japanese spy screamed: "Enemy! It's the enemy! Protect Lord Asano!" His voice was full of fear and tension, as if he had foreseen the impending disaster.

Then, four or five Fuso agents in black suits quickly took out weapons from various corners and opened fire at the intelligence officers who rushed into the house. Their movements were swift and accurate, and they were obviously professionally trained masters. Bullets whizzed in like a rainstorm, and the dense rain of bullets drew terrifying arcs in the night sky.

Faced with the sudden fire suppression, the intelligence elites did not panic. They quickly found cover and launched a counterattack. Their movements were also fast and accurate, and every bullet was accurately fired at the enemy. However, in this fierce gun battle, an intelligence officer was shot in the chest because he could not dodge in time and fell in a pool of blood.

At this time, the whole house was in chaos and fighting. Gunshots, shouts, and screams came one after another, forming a thrilling battle scene.

Five minutes later, the gunshots gradually subsided, replaced by a deathly silence. In this brief period of peace, the house was in a mess, with seven or eight bodies of Fuso spies lying scattered around, their blood had coagulated, staining the ground dark red.

The CIA also paid a heavy price. Three intelligence officers closed their eyes forever, and their sacrifice added a strong tragic color to this operation. Although the other two were injured, their eyes still flashed with determination, as if saying: "For the mission, for the northern border, we will never retreat!"

Yan Shuangying stood on this bloody battlefield, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. His eyes were full of determination and coldness, as if no difficulties could shake his determination. He walked quickly towards the main house of the mansion, and every step seemed firm and powerful.

The moment he pushed open the main door, Yan Shuangying was slightly stunned. The scene in front of him was completely different from what he had expected. Asano Wenliang, the once prominent head of the Fuso intelligence agency, was now sitting on a wooden chair with a relaxed posture. He was holding a handful of peanuts in his hand, chewing them contentedly. He had a mocking smile on his face, as if he had seen through Yan Shuangying's surprise.

"Director Yan, I didn't expect that you would personally participate in this operation. I have been waiting for you here for a long time." Asano Wenliang's voice was calm and confident, and his words revealed a kind of cunning and provocation.

Yan Shuangying did not respond to his provocation, but just stared at him coldly.

"In the past six months, I don't know how many brave warriors of the Fuso intelligence agency have died at the hands of Director Yan. Today, I will send Director Yan down to accompany them!" Asano Wenliang's words were full of sarcasm and resentment, and there was a crazy flame flashing in his eyes.

Yan Shuangying stood in the center of the main room and looked around. The furnishings in the room were simple and tidy, forming a sharp contrast with the chaos on the battlefield outside. His eyes fell on Asano Wenliang, a pair of eyes that seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.

"It seems that this is a trap you set at the cost of your own safety, the purpose is to attract important figures from the CIA, Asano Wenliang, you are really a cunning fox." Yan Shuangying's voice was calm and deep, as if he was not affected by Asano Wenliang's words. His eyes revealed a sharp insight, as if he had seen through Asano Wenliang's conspiracy.

A flash of surprise flashed across Asano Wenliang's face, but he quickly concealed it. He sneered and said sarcastically, "If Director Yan surrenders, I might consider giving you a quick death after squeezing out all the value from you."