Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 542 - 357: Even Ultraman Would Get His Head Smashed
Capital City, on the streets of the Upper Capital District.
After receiving the message from Qi Yun, Chen Wei and Da Pao drove over here.
"Is it that building up ahead?"
Da Pao slowed down the car, lowered the window halfway, and his gaze fell on the villa hidden behind the camphor trees ahead.
The roof had green tiles and white walls, with a plaque in Japanese characters above the entrance that they couldn’t understand.
There were no bodyguards or guards visible at the door, it was very quiet.
Chen Wei squinted and looked for a while before speaking, "I’ll sneak in to check out the situation, you stay out here for backup."
Da Pao frowned at him, "Didn’t the boss say we have people on our side here? Maybe we should call for some support, and I’ll go with you."
"Forget it..." Chen Wei shook his head, "Guo An’s men aren’t suited for this kind of work; they’ve gone through a lot to remain unnoticed here, exposing their identities wouldn’t be good."
As he spoke, he zipped his jacket up to cover half his face, took two pistols from his backpack, and handed one to Da Pao.
After checking the guns, he attached a silencer to the barrel, then opened the car door, "Don’t worry, I’ll go in first and see if Yamamoto Ichiro is inside."
Da Pao didn’t insist and nodded, "Alright, be careful."
Chen Wei softly acknowledged and quickly disappeared into the night.
Actually, at the alley entrance several hundred meters away, an old Crown car was parked, with a few people inside sent by De Gaulle, all armed.
However, Chen Wei and Da Pao didn’t trust them, so they made those people wait at a distance.
Chen Wei used the shadows of the camphor trees, moving quickly along the wall like a nimble cat.
He scanned over the top of the wall but saw no bodyguards, not even surveillance cameras.
Wasn’t this Hatoyama Clan supposed to be formidable? With this level of security?
Chen Wei wondered to himself but didn’t stop, quickly reaching the back wall of the villa.
The walls here in Japan aren’t particularly high, just over two meters, with no barbed wire or broken glass on top.
They’re meant more to keep out gentlemen than thieves.
The two-meter-high wall seemed like nothing to Chen Wei. He took half a step back, bent his knees to gather strength, and swung his arms back naturally, launching himself forward like a loaded spring.
As he neared the wall, he lightly pushed off with his foot, landing on the edge with his right hand, used his palm to lift his upper body, then smoothly swung his left leg over the wall, followed by his right leg. The entire movement was fluid and silent.
Like a ghost, he didn’t make a sound upon landing.
After landing, Chen Wei didn’t pause for a second, squatting close to the wall to hide in the darkness.
A corridor lay ahead, with dim paper lanterns every few meters.
Chen Wei cautiously observed his surroundings, then quickly moved forward, confirming no one was around.
He tiptoed, only the front half of his foot touching the ground, moving lightly and swiftly through the corridor, reaching the corner of the veranda on the west side of the main house.
Just as he was about to peek into the main house, a chill ran down his back, as if a sinister snake was eyeing him.
Chen Wei’s body instantly froze, hair on his neck standing on end.
For someone to get so close without him noticing, radiating such a sense of menace, the opponent had to be a master!
He quietly pulled out his pistol and quickly scanned the ground’s shadows with his peripheral vision. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
The paper lanterns in the corridor flickered in the breeze.
Under a tree three meters to his left, a dark silhouette hugged the trunk so closely it almost blended into the night, with only the eyes reflecting a cold gleam.
"Shing!"
The next second, a sharp noise burst forth without warning!
The shadow shot out from behind the tree like an arrow, stepping silently on fallen leaves, the long knife in hand thrusting straight at Chen Wei’s back!
The speed was so fast it left no time to react!
Chen Wei felt as if he had plunged into an icy abyss, a chill running from his feet to his head.
His years of combat experience triggered instinctive reactions, lunging to his right while swinging his gun back, "biubiu," firing two shots.
The shadow was equally quick, lightly tapping a foot on the floor to slide half a meter to the left, deftly avoiding the bullets.
Then the shadow flipped their wrist, suddenly producing three shuriken, hurling them straight at Chen Wei’s chest.
Seeing this, Chen Wei instantly recognized the shadow’s identity—a ninja.
Because shuriken are a staple of ninjas.
He was startled, not expecting to encounter a ninja.
No time to think, he leaned back almost parallel to the ground, dodging as the shuriken narrowly missed his nose.
"Thud thud"
Two embedded in the corridor behind him, another lodged into the flesh of his shoulder.
Sharp pain shot from his shoulder, but Chen Wei didn’t even groan, using the backward momentum to kick off the ground, sliding two meters forward just in time to avoid the ninja’s follow-up knife strike.
"Biubiu!"
Chen Wei fired again, emptying the clip, but the ninja’s movement was too erratic and fast, dodging the bullets again.
His eyes narrowed, tossing away the gun, charging forward, swinging a punch at the ninja’s head.
Ninjas are feared mostly for their elusive movements, appearing and disappearing without a trace, hard to guard against.
If engaged in close combat, their advantage in movement is greatly reduced. Furthermore, the narrow corridor limits their evasive options; if caught, those flashy dodges are impossible.
Chen Wei’s punch was fast and powerful, aimed directly at the ninja’s face.
The ninja was forced to retreat but swung the long knife with inertia from the retreating motion, the blade gleaming toward Chen Wei’s waist.
Chen Wei didn’t dodge at all, stepping quickly while aiming his beefy fist forward, clearly ready to go all out.
He was already injured, and the fight had been noisy, several shots fired. Even with the silencer, it made noise; any more enemies would spell trouble.
Thus, he decided on a life-or-death move against the opponent.
The punch carried tremendous force; struck by it, even a ninja, let alone an Ultraman, would be crushed.
"Squish!"
The sharp katana slashed open Chen Wei’s waist, blood spurting out, the pain causing a slight shudder.
But his fist didn’t waver, carrying the sound of a breaking wind, crashing onto the ninja’s face!
"Thud!"
A muffled sound, like a watermelon smashed by a heavy mallet.
The ninja’s head deformed instantly, the body falling back like a severed puppet, slamming into the corridor post, lifeless, the long knife clattering to the ground.
Chen Wei sighed in relief, clutching his bleeding wound, and stumbled back a few steps. Without checking if the ninja was dead, he sprinted towards the courtyard wall.
Time to run!
The fight surely alerted others, and now injured, staying longer would mean capture.
As he was about to climb over the wall, that chilling feeling returned on his back.
"Whiz whiz whiz!"
A familiar wind-breaking sound—three more shuriken headed for his back.
Chen Wei instinctively shifted left, lunging forward, disappearing over the wall, leaving a trail of blood on the grass.
