June 3, 1967, District 1, Washington.
Xue Ping'an sent an identical text message to Zhou Xian and Kang Dinghuang, the content of which is as follows.
"Sir, since our Xue family's troops have been transferred back to the rebel base, I will also go back. There are still many things that need my attention. As for my family, please notify me when there is news here."
After a while, Kang Dinghuang replied: "Come back, let's talk in person."
Zhou Xian only replied with one word: "OK."
That morning, Xue Ping'an left the guest apartment and took his entourage through the land route to Sinalo.
…
Around 3:00 p.m., in a very petty and niche coffee shop in Washington, a young man in his twenties was chatting with a female friend.
"Where are you going later?" The young man had a handsome appearance, and his every move exuded a literary and artistic air.
"I don't know yet." The female friend replied lazily while drinking fruit tea.
"Or, why don't you come with me to the company and take a look at my e-sports base?" the young man invited with a smile.
"Great, great, I haven't seen that before."
"Shall we go then?"
"Okay, let's go!" The girl agreed readily.
The two left the cafe and took the elevator to the underground parking lot. The young man took out his car keys and opened the door of a very ordinary SUV not far away.
"Haha, it's time to change your car, right?" the girl asked with a smile.
"It's just a means of transportation, as long as it can be driven." The young man replied nonchalantly, bent down and walked to the driver's seat.
“Tramp!”
There was a sound of footsteps from behind, and four men wearing masks appeared beside the two without any warning.
“Bang!”
The leading man pressed the young man's head and pushed him directly into the car.
"What are you doing?!"
"Xu Zhou, right? Don't move, I'll beat you to death if you move!" the masked man shouted coldly.
The girl next to her was about to shout, but her mouth and nose were covered and she fainted on the spot.
Thirty seconds later, two cars quickly left the building's underground parking lot.
…
At 10:25 p.m., six world-famous supercars drove in from the south street in front of the largest nightclub in Washington, D.C., all with engines above 12 cylinders, roaring together, attracting the attention of passers-by nearby.
The motorcade slowly stopped at the VIP parking space of the nightclub, and a young man in a white suit, driving a pre-epoch classic Batumi, walked down.
“Hualala!”
A large group of service staff came out at the door and escorted the young man and others into the nightclub, followed by a dozen security guards.
"Brother Zhu, how are you doing today?"
"Didn't you say there's a female celebrity here? Ask her to come and chat later. After the chat, we'll go to that charity party tomorrow." Brother Zhu was probably about 26 or 27 years old. He looked handsome from a distance, but when you got closer, you'd see that his face was covered with pimples and his skin didn't have much luster.
The group walked and talked, and went directly to the second floor of the nightclub to attend a private party.
About an hour later.
Brother Zhu was drunk and disoriented. He hugged a girl and walked into the bathroom on the left side of the party venue with floating steps.
Four black security guards followed closely. When the other party closed the toilet door, they put their hands on the front of their crotches and looked around seriously.
"That girl is pretty good!" a black man next to her said with a smile.
"To be honest, I want to fuck her too!" the brother next to him whispered back.
Everyone smiled knowingly and started talking in low voices.
“Swish!”
Suddenly, the lights in the corridor went out.
The four of them suddenly looked up and touched their waists.
“Puff, puff, puff…!”
There was a slight sound, and about ten seconds later, the lights in the corridor came on again, and the four security members had disappeared.
“Squeak!”
The toilet door was pushed open and an indescribable scream came from inside.
“Boom boom!”
There was a knock on the door. Zhu Ge was sweating profusely and yelled in dissatisfaction: "Damn it, what are you doing?!"
“Bang!”
The door opened and a big hand grabbed Brother Zhu's hair. Before he could react, he was stabbed in the neck with a needle and fell down with his naked butt.
The woman on the inside watched all this in horror and forgot to scream for a moment.
Three minutes later, three men in work clothes, carrying a large box of DJ equipment for inspection, got on a truck and left calmly.
…
Early morning.
At around 2:40, four off-road vehicles arrived at a small town on the outskirts of Washington, D.C.
Xue Ping'an, wearing a Tang suit, walked to the rear of the second car.
“Bang!”
The trunk of the SUV was opened, and Xu Zhou, who was kidnapped in the underground parking lot, looked at Xue Ping'an with horror in his eyes.
"Tear it up!"
Xue Ping'an took the initiative to tear off the tape on his mouth, reached out and took out a phone, and said softly: "Here, call your dad."
Xu Zhou was shocked.
"Go ahead and fight, it's nothing." Xue Ping'an looked at the other person with cold eyes.
Xu Zhou swallowed, reached out to take the phone, and dialed his father's number tremblingly.
"Hello?"
"... Dad... Dad... I've been kidnapped!" Xu Zhou looked at Xue Ping'an and kept swallowing his saliva: "He wants to talk to you."
“Swish!”
At this moment, Xue Ping'an picked up a huge fire axe with a cold glow from the side of the vehicle.
Xu Zhou was stunned: "You...you want to...?!"
"Nothing, I just wanted him to hear the sound." Xue Pingan raised the fire axe expressionlessly and swung it down.
"ah!!!"
Xu Zhou closed his eyes and screamed.
“Swish!”
A cold light flashed, and the fire axe chopped on Xu Zhou's wrist holding the phone with a bang.
"ah!"
Xu Zhou convulsed in pain and struggled violently in the trunk.
Xue Ping'an ignored him and just raised the axe and continued chopping.
“Puff!”
“Crack!”
“Puff!”
“…!”
The sounds of bones being chopped and broken continued to be heard. Xue Ping'an chopped three times before he finally chopped off Xu Zhou's right hand alive.
The trunk was filled with blood and Xu Zhou had fainted.
“Hello, hello…?!”
There were constant shouting sounds coming from the phone.
Xue Ping'an wiped the blood off his face, threw away the fire axe, picked up the phone in Xu Zhou's hand, and pressed the hang-up button directly.
A sturdy man nearby asked, "What should we do next?"
"Throw this hand at the door of the big shot's house." Xue Ping'an took Xu Zhou's palm out, threw it on the ground and said, "Give it as a gift first, and we'll talk when I get back."
"knew!"
"…!" Xue Pingan opened the door and got into the car, his face still expressionless: "Notify the second brother, after the troops return to the rebel base, do not act rashly. As soon as they leave, the higher-ups will definitely react. Don't be in a hurry, let them panic first, and also feel my state of mind during this period."
…
On the outskirts of the Sri Lanka town, 3,000 engineers of the Chi Army have begun to build defense zones, trenches and fortifications.
The Chi Army and the Third Division advanced on two fronts, with camps stretching 150 kilometers, and had made all preparations.
The cold wind blew. Zhao Weihu stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the busy soldiers at night, the rows of armored vehicles in the distance, and the well-organized artillery positions. Commander Zhao, who already had half a head of white hair, turned his head and said to Su Tianyu: "I have waited for this moment for ten years!"