Chapter 525: Chapter 338: Strike with One Punch to Avoid a Hundred Chapter 525: Chapter 338: Strike with One Punch to Avoid a Hundred “The latest development in the assassination case of the Siam King, the assassin is a Super Soldier, and the perpetrator is Jieke Group.”
“The new King of Siam, Pupeng, delivered a tough speech at the coronation ceremony, turning the situation in Southeast Asia into a powder keg ready for war.”
“The Siamese people in Manchester, Qingai, Mai He, Jiqing, Santia, and other cities erupted into massive demonstrations, with loud calls for severe retaliation against the Jieke Group.”
“Siam is mobilizing its national army, with massive troops gathering on the border adjacent to Chan Country, and war is on the brink of breaking out.”
“Several countries are urging Chan Country and Siam to maintain restraint and calmly resolve their conflicts, and the United Nations Security Council is convening a mediation meeting over this issue.”
After the new king’s high-profile rebuke of the Jieke Group during the coronation, the situation in Southeast Asia immediately became tense, heavy with the smell of gunpowder.
All major global news media, like sharks smelling blood, provided overwhelming coverage of this sudden major news.
And within Siam, the calls for retaliation against the Jieke Group grew louder and louder.
The Siamese people were outraged over the assassination of their king; it was a slap in the face to their nation.
An assassination of a national leader, in any country, is an act that could trigger a war.
Therefore, after Pupeng revealed that the Jieke Group was behind the assassination, one can imagine the public outrage in Siam, with demonstrations everywhere.
“Down with the hegemony of the Jieke Group!”
“Hand over the assassin, severely punish the culprit, Jieke Group must pay with blood.”
“Let’s show Jieke Group our stance through war!”
In Manchester, lines of Siamese citizens marched through the streets, banners held high, along with images of King Raha, shouting slogans through megaphones.
From above, a dense sea of people blocked every street.
“Did you hear that the demonstration in Manchester has 500,000 participants?”
In a building, Shao Mengjun opened the curtain and coldly observed the massive procession passing below.
In the spacious room, including Shao Mengjun, there were only two people, both from the Intelligence Department of Jieke Group, each member genetically modified.
Unlike the Steel Camp’s combat-oriented Genetic Warriors, their genetic modifications focused on reconnaissance, integrating genes from reconnaissance-type poisonous insects.
Shao Mengjun, the head of the Intelligence Department, had merged with two types of poisonous insect genes, one being the Ghost Wind Firefly, enabling his ears to catch extremely faint noises within a range of 250 meters, including low whispers.
“Indeed, right now, this is the hottest issue in Siam; the propaganda abilities of the Beautiful Country are notably formidable.”
Zang Baomiao, sitting on the sofa, spoke up. His nose integrated with poisonous insect genes was even more sensitive than a dog’s. Once he remembered a scent, he could track it over ten kilometers away.
As he spoke, he walked over to the window, looking out. Directly across was the Prime Minister’s Mansion of Siam.
As Zang Baomiao mentioned, the highly organized demonstration in Manchester was more planned than previous protests.
The protesters in Manchester had initially spread their message on Twitter, reminding each other to prepare umbrellas, masks, medicine, generators, tents, and portable toilets, clearly coming prepared.
At that moment below, these demonstrating citizens reached outside the Prime Minister’s Mansion, loudly protesting, even breaking through police barriers, sparking intense confrontations on site.
Some protesters rushed into the Prime Minister’s Mansion, beating officials who urged restraint in war, while most of the military police merely went through the motions, not intervening unless someone was killed.
These actions clearly showed they were heavily intentional.
Shao Mengjun withdrew his gaze and inquired, “According to the plan, have you targeted some who will listen to us?”
“There are many princes who lost power and were put under house arrest by Pupeng after the Nine Dragon succession struggle; Pupeng still dares not kill. But probably we’ll need help from our brothers at Steel Camp; you know, fighting is not our strength.”
Zang Bao shrugged; although they were superior to regular soldiers, capable of taking on ten each, they were no match for the Steel Camp’s monsters who could take on a hundred each. Each had their specialization.
“Okay, we are just waiting for news from Pu Lie now; I wonder how it’s going on his end …”
Shao Mengjun nodded, was speaking when a voice cut in, interrupting him.
A figure, like a gecko crawling on the glass curtain wall, emerged from a shadowy spot outside a window.
It was Pu Lie Shao Mengjun mentioned, able to crawl like a gecko and hide his figure in shadows, making him hard to detect by eyesight alone.
“Again through the window, can’t you enter like a normal person?”
Zang Bao closed the window, speaking irritably.
“Can’t help it, occupational habit.”
Pu Lie took off his black tight-fitting jacket, grabbed a bottle of water, and gulped down several mouthfuls.
Shao Mengjun walked over and asked, “What’s the result of the operation?”
“Right here, I’ve got a lot of footage of Pupeng and the CIA plotting together.”
Pu Lie, slightly proud, pulled out a USB drive. He and several other members of the Intelligence Department had successfully captured numerous crucial video materials.
Shao Mengjun plugged the USB into the computer, seeing the captured video of Pupeng and Shawang plotting, along with photos of related cooperation documents.
Some of these clauses were extremely humiliating for the country.