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It was 12:40 a.m.

In the dark alley outside the Peninsula Hotel in the 16th arrondissement of Paris.

Two black Citroën vans with fake license plates were parked silently on the side of the road.

The car door opened, and Scorpion Jack led eleven mercenaries dressed in black combat uniforms, wearing night vision goggles and black masks out.

Each person carried an MP5 submachine gun equipped with a silencer, and had a tactical knife and stun grenades hanging from their waist.

"Number three, go and cut off the power to the surveillance cameras in the top-floor corridor. The rest of you, follow me through the fire escape and go straight to the presidential suite, 601!"

"Hurry up, finish this in five minutes!"

Scorpion Jack lowered his voice and gave the order.

The group of twelve, like ghosts in the night, skillfully pried open the security lock on the side door of the hotel and ran all the way to the top floor through the fire escape.

The rooftop corridor was quiet; not even a patrolling security guard could be seen.

Scorpion Jack stopped in front of the double wooden door of the 601 presidential suite and glanced at his subordinates.

"These rich people are incredibly stupid. They don't even hire bodyguards. It's like they're getting a freebie delivered to their door."

"Get ready to break down the door. Once inside, break that kid's legs first!"

Two mercenaries stepped forward, used a specially made hydraulic door-breaking tool to jam the door lock, and pressed down hard.

Click!

The door lock snapped instantly!

"Charge in!"

Scorpion Jack kicked open the door and, along with eleven of his men armed with submachine guns, filed into the dark living room of the presidential suite like hungry wolves!

However, just as he rushed into the center of the living room, Scorpion Jack's heart suddenly skipped a beat!

Something is wrong!

There was no sign of human habitation inside the house!

Within a fraction of a second of him noticing the anomaly!

Snapped!

All the powerful spotlights in the entire presidential suite turned on at the same time, illuminating the living room as bright as day!

Immediately afterwards!

More than thirty fully armed burly men suddenly stood up simultaneously in the circular corridor on the second floor of the living room, behind the bedroom doors on both sides, and even behind the bulletproof bunker at the bar!

These thirty-odd people were all wearing heavy bulletproof vests, and what they were carrying were not some small-time submachine guns, but HK416 automatic rifles and heavy shotguns equipped with silencers!

More than thirty red laser aiming points were densely packed and locked directly onto the foreheads and chests of Scorpion Jack and his eleven henchmen!

Scorpion Jack was terrified; his pupils constricted, and he screamed desperately at the top of his lungs.

"F**k!! There's an ambush! Retreat—!!"

Before the words were even finished!

Puff puff puff puff puff—!

The dense bursts of silenced rifle fire, like a death knell, suddenly rang out in the closed living room!

They didn't even have a second to resist!

The eleven Black Scorpion mercenaries at the forefront didn't even have time to pull the trigger before their bodies exploded into clouds of blood mist like wheat swept by a whirlwind, collapsing onto the carpet and dying instantly!

Only Captain Scorpion Jack, who was standing in the very center, had his submachine gun accurately shot off by a bullet. He was hit in both thighs and forearms at the same time, and with a scream, he fell to his knees in a pool of blood!

The entire process, from breaking through the goal to total annihilation, took no more than ten seconds!

The strong smell of gunpowder and blood instantly filled the air.

Scorpion Jack clutched his bleeding thigh, sweating profusely from the pain. Looking at the group of burly white men around him, their eyes cold and their tactical movements perfectly executed, he was so frightened that his teeth were chattering.

"GIGN veterans...you're Europe's top 'Templar' private defense group?!"

"Damn it! That son of a bitch, Ryuichi Mitsui! His intelligence was fake! He killed me! F**k!!"

On the second-floor corridor, a burly defense captain with a thick beard strode down the stairs, placed one foot on Scorpion Jack's bleeding shoulder, and pointed the dark muzzle of his gun at Jack's forehead from above.

The defense captain took out his phone, made a video call, and respectfully pointed the camera at Jack on the ground.

"Dear Mr. Wang, Butler Gu, all the rats have been put into the cage. As you instructed, eleven were killed, and the leader was left alive."

Meanwhile, two kilometers away, in the top-floor suite of the Four Seasons Hotel George V.

Wang Ye was wearing a loose silk bathrobe, and his battle had just ended. He was now leisurely drinking champagne.

Alice gasped in shock, clutching her chest as she watched the bloody and horrific scene in the video.

"My God! That short Japanese guy really dares to send mercenaries to kill us and steal our national treasures?!"

"Wang Ye, it's a good thing you anticipated he'd resort to desperate measures, so you had Sister Qingcheng deliberately release the Peninsula Hotel's fake address at the auction house beforehand, and even spent 20 million euros to hire Europe's top defense mercenary group to lie in wait there!"

Wang Ye swirled his wine glass and chuckled softly.

Trying to play dirty tricks on me?

Seeing the resentful expression on Mitsui Ryuichi's face at the auction that afternoon, as if his parents had died, Wang Ye knew that this little brat would definitely not let it go.

Instead of waiting for flies to buzz around in the middle of the night and disturb your celebration with the beautiful woman, why not just dig a big hole and bury them all!

Wang Ye spoke calmly in fluent English to his phone screen.

"Ask that idiot on the ground where Mitsui Ryuichi is waiting to collect his goods right now!"

On the other end of the video, the defense captain stomped his foot hard, crushing Scorpion Jack and causing him to let out a pig-like scream.

"Tell me! Where are the Japanese who hired you? If you don't tell me, I'll crush your throat right now!"

At this moment, Scorpion Jack hated Mitsui Ryuichi to the extreme, and without even half a second of hesitation, he roared out his hatred like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! Don't kill me!"

"It's Ryuichi Mitsui of the Mitsui zaibatsu! He's waiting for us to deliver the goods back in the Presidential Suite 808 of the Crillon Hotel in the 8th ward!"

"He paid us five million euros to commit murder! I have records of his deposit transfers and a recording of our phone call! It's all that damn guy's fault!"

Wang Ye on the other side of the screen nodded, his eyes cold.

"Did you hear that? It's only polite to reciprocate."

"Young Master Mitsui is staying up all night, eagerly waiting to receive gifts in the hotel. We can't let him down."

"Take your men and go to suite 808 of the Crillon Hotel. Deliver a grand gift to him and send him to meet Jesus."

"Besides, hasn't this place been quite chaotic lately? All sorts of protests, zero-dollar sales—after all that's been resolved, they can use this as a cover to make it look like an accident."

"Do you understand what I mean?"

"Do it cleanly, and I'll give you an extra million euros as a bonus."

The defense captain in the video immediately lit up and stood at attention, saluting.

"Understood! Mr. Wang, I guarantee the mission will be completed!"

puff!

With a soft, silenced gunshot, Scorpion Jack, lying on the ground, had a bloody hole between his eyebrows and fell completely still.

The call ended.

Gu Qingcheng adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses and reported softly to her supervisor.

"Chairman, a professional cleaning team has been arranged to handle the situation on-site, and no trace of us will be left behind."

Wang Ye tossed his phone onto the bedside table and then slumped back onto the soft bed.

"Alright, that's enough of the little incident. Let's continue the multinational meeting we were just starting out!"

……

Meanwhile, at 1:10 a.m.

Inside the Presidential Suite 808 at the Grand Hotel Creole.

Ryuichi Mitsui was sitting on a leather sofa, holding his third glass of whiskey, constantly glancing at his watch.

The finance manager and the veteran appraiser stood by, not daring to breathe.

"It's already 1:10 PM. Judging by the time, Scorpion and his men should have succeeded by now!"

Ryuichi Mitsui's face flushed with anticipation as he excitedly rubbed his hands together.

"That Chinese pig named Wang Ye is probably dead by now, right?"

"Once the Diamond Sutra and the snake head from the Old Summer Palace are delivered, we'll immediately head to the airport and take a private plane back to Tokyo overnight!"

Just then.

Suddenly, a series of light and disordered footsteps came from outside the suite door!

Immediately afterwards, the two Japanese bodyguards guarding the door let out two muffled groans, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Inside the room, Mitsui Ryuichi didn't hear the muffled groan clearly. He only heard the noise outside and mistakenly thought that the mercenaries had returned. He excitedly jumped up from the sofa!

"They're back! They've brought back two national treasures!"

"Quick! Open the door and let my baby in!"

The finance manager had just stepped into the entrance hall, before he even had a chance to touch the doorknob.

boom--!!

The heavy door to the presidential suite was blasted open from the outside with a heavy-duty hammer!

Wood chips flew everywhere, and the entire door smashed directly onto the finance manager, knocking him unconscious on the spot!

Before Mitsui Ryuichi could even recover from his ecstatic joy, he saw more than a dozen burly, masked white men carrying automatic rifles fitted with silencers stride in!

Mitsui Ryuichi was stunned for a moment. Looking at the group of people in front of him who were clearly not the Black Scorpion Squad, his head buzzed and the whiskey glass in his hand fell to the carpet and shattered!

"Who...who are you?! Where's Scorpion Jack?! You're not my men!"

"Baka! Do you know who I am?! I am Mitsui Ryuichi, the young master of the Mitsui zaibatsu in Japan! I can give you as much money as you want!!"

The bearded defense captain, who was leading the group, stopped three meters away from Mitsui Ryuichi. Looking at the young Japanese man, whose crotch was already soaked with sweat from fright, he sneered and uttered a greeting in perfect English.

"Mother fucker!"

"Mr. Wang asked me to pass on a message to you: in your next life, be more discerning and don't mess with the wrong people."

Ryuichi Mitsui's pupils dilated to their limit, and he opened his mouth wide, about to scream and beg for mercy.

The bearded defense captain didn't fire a shot at all. Instead, he drew a heavy rubber baton from his waist and, using the momentum of his forward charge, slammed it hard into Mitsui Ryuichi's forehead!

Click!

With a muffled thud as his skull shattered, the arrogant young master of the Mitsui conglomerate, who had attempted to seize China's national treasure through underhanded means, didn't even leave behind a single last word. His brains splattered, and he fell straight back onto the expensive Persian carpet, dying with his eyes wide open in disbelief!

The elderly appraiser, the financial manager, and the remaining bodyguards were all eliminated by the team members within seconds using blunt weapons and street machetes, without using a single standard bullet.

Immediately afterwards, the defense team sprang into action.

Several team members swung sledgehammers and baseball bats, smashing the wine cabinet, antique vases, and French windows in the suite to pieces. They also looted Mitsui Ryuichi's Patek Philippe watch, the cash on the table, and the valuables in the safe. They even sprayed several anarchist graffiti symbols commonly used by street protest rioters on the walls.

Before leaving, the bearded captain took out two homemade gasoline incendiary bottles, lit them, and threw them directly onto the sofa and curtains that were covered in whiskey!

boom--!!

The towering flames instantly engulfed the entire 808 Presidential Suite!

Two minutes later, taking advantage of the hotel's fire alarm blaring and the panicked escape, the defense team quietly blended into the protest march in the street and withdrew from the scene, destroying all the surveillance footage along the way.

The next morning, Paris police and firefighters cordoned off the scene of the burned-out suite, looking at the signs of looting and the walls covered with extremist slogans.

Preliminary investigations indicate that this was a vicious burglary and robbery case caused by extremist rioters infiltrating a hotel during recent street protests and riots to carry out "zero-dollar shopping" looting, vandalism, and arson. It has no connection whatsoever with any legally entering foreign tourists.

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