yournovel Chapter 126 Jun 1 Hair
Chapter 126 Jun 1 Hair
Chapter 126 A Close Call
Onizuka Jiro's gaze fell on an old-fashioned radio in the corner, which was playing news about the upcoming Oscars ceremony.
"Just double-checked, did last night's infiltration go smoothly?"
"Very smoothly." A hint of smugness flashed in the lean man's eyes: "The Americans' security is ridiculously lax."
We placed three C4 missiles in total: next to the load-bearing column at the drainage outlet on the second basement level, on the crossbeam of the ventilation shaft, and in the equipment room directly below the main stage.
"The detonator is set to a single frequency. Just press the button—" He made a flower-shaped gesture: "Boom! The essence of all of Hollywood will turn to ashes in that instant."
"Very good." Onizuka stood up, walked to the mirror, and straightened his slightly ill-fitting suit, which he had found in the closet of the deceased hotel owner.
"This will be the greatest assassination in history. Even if we die, our names will be engraved on the shrine's memorial tablets and worshipped for eternity."
This twisted logic, in dire straits, became the only belief that sustained their actions.
"Where is Yamagami-kun?" Onizuka asked.
"He was on the top floor of an office building across from the theater, where he was responsible for observing the scene and setting up signal relay equipment."
Just then, a small walkie-talkie on the table suddenly emitted two faint static noises.
Onizuka immediately grabbed the phone: "Speak."
An excited voice came from the other end of the walkie-talkie: "The prey has appeared! Bruce Lee has just walked the red carpet. He's not hiding among his bodyguards; he's very high-profile. He's socializing around the theater with a fat white man."
"Is there anything unusual around here?" Onizuka asked cautiously.
"There wasn't a large police presence, just routine security to maintain order. It seems they really thought it was just a regular awards ceremony."
Onizuka finally smiled: "Foolish Americans, arrogant Chinese."
He glanced at his watch: "It's 6:30 PM now. The gala will officially begin at 7:00 PM, and the Best Film award ceremony is expected around 10:00 PM."
"Three and a half hours left." Onizuka picked up a black device placed on the bedside table. It had a red safety cover on top and a button below that would determine life or death.
"Everything is going according to plan. When the Best Picture award is announced, we're going to give the Americans an even bigger surprise."
Outside the theater, on the red carpet.
Qin Han had already quietly circled back to the perimeter of the main venue through the side door.
There was no one there, only a messy bed.
Room 102 was locked. Fatty used the wire he carried with him to pry it open a few times, only to find the same disappointing silence inside.
Room 103 is empty.
When the two stopped outside the door of room 104 at the far end of the corridor, the air seemed to thicken at that moment.
The heavy wooden door was tightly shut, and not a single ray of light could see through the cracks.
However, standing outside the door, they smelled an extremely faint odor of blood wafting from inside the house.
Chen Bing took a deep breath and aimed the gun firmly at the keyhole of the wooden door.
He turned his head and made a hand gesture to Fatty: Three, two, one, break down the door!
The moment they rushed into Xu Li, a flash of cold light appeared on the samurai sword!
Chen Bing felt his grip on the gun loosen, and both his forearms were cleanly severed! Blood gushed out immediately.
As Gui Jia looked at the two fresh corpses in front of him, his eyes grew colder.
Just then, the earpieces found on the two young Chinese men beeped: "Sunset Boulevard, end of Los Angeles, Sunset Motel. All teams searching the perimeter, immediately move to this coordinate!"
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"Baka! I'm going to detonate the bomb right now!" He suddenly opened the detonator and pressed the button hard.
However, nothing happened.
Without the relay equipment on the mountain, the detonator failed.
"Team leader! Let's retreat! We can't make meaningless sacrifices!" Several of his men were covered in blood, splattered from when they killed Chen Bing and Fatty.
"Damn Chinese—" Onizuka Jiro's eyes grew increasingly gloomy, finally gritting his teeth: "Retreat! Before we leave, I want to leave them a souvenir!"
Qin Han and the Warner Bros. staff settled into their seats, looking at the empty seat in front of Brando, and waited patiently for news of the operation's completion.
We just received a message from Bruno: the repeater has been removed, there is no immediate risk of the bomb detonating, and they have pinpointed the exact location of the Japanese.
"Boss—the Japanese have run away—" Suddenly, the veteran's voice came through the earpiece, sounding dejected: "If possible, you'd better come and see for yourself—"
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