Chapter 211: Assassinating Liu Huai 2
As the saying goes, there are only a thousand days of being a thief, but no thousand days of guarding against thieves.
These two Imperial Guards have been guarding the main gate for a long time and have never seen anyone dare to target Liu Huai’s residence, so it’s naturally impossible for them to be spirited every night.
Nighttime is also the time when it’s easiest to get sleepy; occasionally slacking off for a nap is perfectly normal.
Unfortunately, no one daring to target it on normal days doesn’t mean there won’t be forever.
Just one time is enough to cost them their lives!
Cao Weida, wrapped in night-walking clothes, moved with Dragonfly Touching Water lightness skill, sticking to the wall like a ghost, silently approaching.
After getting close, he gently held the wall, held his breathing, and observed the surroundings.
Not only were there Imperial Guards here, but patrolling guards inside would pass by every quarter of an hour; if any noise was discovered, tonight’s assassination mission would be completely failed.
“This guy Liu Huai is really afraid of death! It’s practically comparable to a little devil officer’s residence!”
Listening to the footsteps that went from far to near and then near to far, Cao Weida secretly complained in his heart.
Just a damn traitor, yet he guarded the mansion so strictly; how afraid of death must he be!
Just these guards alone, the monthly expenses must be a considerable cost.
No wonder Liu Huai does evil deeds every day but has managed to live safely until now.
With this level of guarding, without Cao Weida’s skills, unless a platoon of soldiers was assembled and equipped with heavy weapons, trying to break in in a short time would be nothing but a pipe dream.
And using such a huge cost just to kill a damn traitor with no major strategic significance was obviously not worth it.
“However, you’ve encountered me; consider yourself damn unlucky!”
A frontal assault won’t work, but our infiltration assassination skills are top-notch!
I’ve even gone in and out of the little devils’ military warehouse; what’s a small traitor’s mansion?
“Next lottery draw, best give me something like a sharpshooter ability. If I had sharpshooter ability now, I could find his tracks during the day, then take him out with a headshot from afar using an M1941 semi-automatic sniper rifle—simple, quick, and much safer than this.”
After the footsteps completely disappeared, Cao Weida quietly approached the two guards, twisted their necks with two ‘crack’ sounds, supported them before they fell, and then viciously struck their temples.
The two guards immediately stopped struggling; he propped them against the wall with their guns, posing as if they had passed out asleep.
Seeing no major flaws, Cao Weida nodded in satisfaction, glanced at the tightly locked main gate, and directly gave up on entering through the door.
Because the door was locked from the inside; it was impossible to open from the outside.
With a stretch of his hand, a ladder appeared in his grasp; he leaned the ladder against the wall and agilely climbed up.
In view was a wire entwined with the barbed wire mesh—this wire was exactly the one powering the electric fence.
And the two guards outside the gate were better described as guarding the electric fence wires rather than the main gate.
Once the wire was cut, most of the electric fence’s defensive capability would be gone.
“It looks strictly defended, but actually it’s one mistake leading to a hundred; just destroy one link, and the seemingly secure defense falls apart on its own!”
Cao Weida grinned; no matter how strictly you defend, you’ll still drink this old man’s foot-washing water!
Then, a pair of pliers appeared in his hand, and he viciously clipped the wire.
Crack~
After the slight sound, the wire was completely severed, signaling that the electric fence had lost all power.
He had no plan to break in through the main gate; after cutting the power, he climbed back down, stowed the ladder, circled around, and took out the ladder again in a corner to climb up.
This was a blind spot; most of the time, people in the courtyard wouldn’t look this way unless deliberately.
Cutting the power was just the first step; the second step was to cut a gap in the barbed wire mesh.
Because the barbed wire mesh was full of barbs; without cutting it, climbing over would leave one hooked and bloody.
Atop the wall, he peeked around with his eyes, confirmed it was safe, then carefully took out the pliers and began working.
Crack~
Crack~
Small, faint sounds rose intermittently; thanks to the wire not being thick, it was fairly easy to cut, and in just a few minutes, he had clipped open a gap large enough for one person to pass through.
At this point, Cao Weida stopped his actions, stowed the pliers with a wave, observed the surroundings, then flipped through the gap into the courtyard.
Using a special force-dissipating technique to unload the falling momentum, he quickly stood, then agilely dashed behind a flower bed.
In the dim light, he saw a faint glow from a room not far away—that was Liu Huai’s bedroom.
Cao Weida crouched low, moved quickly along the shadowy base of the wall, arrived under the room’s window, slowly straightened up, and peered inside through the window crack.
Inside the room, Liu Huai was wearing pajamas, lying in bed already asleep, with no one else in the room.
Liu Huai had feared the dark since childhood, so even while sleeping, a dim lamp was lit in the room.
At the doorway, two bodyguards stood, their eyes occasionally scanning around, but their vigilance wasn’t high; they even had the leisure to chat and joke with each other.
Clearly, the mansion’s ‘foolproof’ defenses gave them a great sense of security, not believing anyone could sneak in silently.
Cao Weida kept them in his peripheral vision, not daring to look directly, fearing they would notice.
He knew that to successfully assassinate Liu Huai, these two bodyguards had to be killed.
Two daggers silently fell into his hands; he spun them lightly a couple times, the arm-like control making him very satisfied.
He, having mastered Northern Fist, wasn’t just skilled at bare-handed fighting; nearly all Chinese fist styles derived from weapons, and every Chinese fist style had its own weapon usage!
Put it this way: you could say a good weapon user doesn’t know Chinese kung fu, but you can’t say a Chinese kung fu master doesn’t know cold weapons!
In Chinese martial arts, weapons are just an extension of the arm!
For Cao Weida, who had mastered Northern Fist, wielding weapons was also at a master level!
Taking a deep breath, holding his breathing, he quietly crept over; when still three meters away, he suddenly sprang up and charged like an arrow off the string.
The two bodyguards clearly didn’t expect this turn of events and were instantly scared wide-eyed.
Before they could react, Cao Weida’s daggers had already slashed their throats.
The two widened their eyes, hands desperately clutching their throats to stem the gushing fresh blood, but it was obviously futile.
After slashing their throats, Cao Weida didn’t stop; the daggers turned, and the next moment precisely stabbed into their hearts.
Supporting the two corpses to prevent their fall from alerting others, after confirming death, he waved them into the space.
Using a dagger to pry open the door bolt, he quietly entered.
Slowly approaching the bedside, looking at the soundly sleeping Liu Huai, killing intent filled Cao Weida’s eyes.
The dagger in his hand still dripped with fresh blood as it slowly approached his neck.
Suddenly, a telephone rang; Liu Huai on the bed abruptly opened his eyes, saw the dagger mere centimeters away, and his eyes bulged like copper bells.
“Good sir, good sir, spare my life!” Liu Huai’s eyes widened in terror at this uninvited guest, trembling uncontrollably in fear.
He was extremely afraid of death; from the day he defected to the Japanese puppet regime, he had always been highly vigilant, fearing assassination by the Exterminate Traitors Squad.
Therefore, he had spent a fortune on the mansion’s defenses!
Just the monthly bodyguard and guard expenses were a considerable cost.
He truly couldn’t fathom how, with the mansion so heavily guarded, someone could sneak in silently!
Could there be a traitor in the residence?!
But now wasn’t the time to think about that; he immediately decided to use money to buy his life!
As long as he lived, he could earn back any amount of money!
But once dead, everything was over!
“Good sir, I can give you money, lots of money! Just spare me!”
While speaking, one hand quietly reached under the pillow.
But the next second, a knife flashed, severing the tendons of that hand reaching for the pillow.
“Woo woo.”
The sudden pain made him unable to hold back a shout, but the blanket smothered it, stifling the scream in his throat.
“Looks like you’re not very honest! Playing such tricks with me, I see you really want to die!” Cao Weida deliberately lowered his voice, full of sarcasm and killing intent; with a flick of the dagger, a Browning was picked out from under the pillow.
“Fine, since you’re so eager, I’ll send you on your way right now!”
Seeing the dagger about to reach his throat, Liu Huai shook his head frantically in terror, eyes full of pleading.
Cao Weida narrowed his eyes. “What, you have something to say to me?”
Hearing this, Liu Huai was overjoyed, eyes full of thirst for life, nodding nonstop and whimpering through his nose.
“I can let you speak, but if you dare speak even slightly loudly, I’ll slash your throat with this dagger!”
The blanket was slowly removed; Liu Huai cherished his life and indeed didn’t dare shout. He begged:
“Good sir, this is all a misunderstanding! I can buy my life with money; nothing in this world is more important than money!”
“Oh? Is that so? How much can you offer?” Cao Weida lowered his voice to sound particularly ruthless: “If I kill you now, I can still take it all.”
“No no no!” Liu Huai was both terrified and delighted in his heart—terrified that this man might take the money and still kill him despite promises.
Delighted that this man was greedy for money!
His eyes gleamed slyly as he whispered: “I don’t keep much money here; most is hidden in secret places. Good sir, if you spare me, all that property is yours!”
