svetikya Chapter 159 The Extreme Methods of the Frenchman Marcel
Chapter 159 The Extreme Methods of the Frenchman Marcel
Shanghai, French Consulate.
The night was dark.
Marcel stood by the window, looking out at Shanghai, his face gloomy.
"Chen Zijun..."
He gritted his teeth.
"You wait."
He turned and walked to his desk, picking up the phone.
"Has my guest arrived yet?"
"We've arrived, Consul," Willid's voice came through the phone. "He's waiting for you in the private room."
Marcel put down the phone, a cold smile playing on his lips.
"very good."
He walked out of the office and headed towards the secret room in the basement of the consulate.
Inside the secret room, a man wearing a black trench coat was sitting on the sofa.
The man stood up when he saw Marcel enter.
"Mr. Marcel."
Marcel sized up the man.
He has an East Asian face, is not tall, but has sharp eyes.
"So you are..."
The man nodded: "Yes. I am... You can call me Tanaka."
Marcel walked over and sat down opposite him.
"Mr. Tanaka, you say you have a way to deal with Chen Zijun?"
Tanaka sat down, a cold smile playing on his lips.
"Of course. Although Chen Zijun is very strong, he also has weaknesses."
"What weakness?" Marcel asked.
Tanaka lowered his voice: "He's too confident. Besides, he just recently defeated five divisions of the Northern Expeditionary Army, so he'll definitely let his guard down."
Marcel sneered, "So what?"
A ruthless glint flashed in Tanaka's eyes: "We can create an 'accident' to ruin Chen Zijun's reputation. In a purely physical sense..."
As he spoke, he made a gesture of disintegration.
Marcel's eyes narrowed: "What do you mean?"
Tanaka took a photo out of his pocket and placed it on the table.
"Three days later, Chen Zijun will attend an important event—a dinner hosted by the Shanghai Chamber of Commerce."
Marcel picked up the photo and looked at it.
"So what?"
Tanaka sneered, "We can stage an assassination at the banquet. Of course, whether he lives or dies is not important. We're going to assassinate him anyway. If he dies, we'll all be happy. If he doesn't, we can frame...someone else."
Marcel put down the photo, his eyes darting around.
"Who should be blamed?"
Tanaka lowered his voice: "The Northern Expeditionary Army."
Marcel paused for a moment, then said, "The Northern Expeditionary Army?"
Tanaka nodded: "That's right. The two forces are currently at war, and the Northern Expeditionary Army has suffered a major defeat. Assassination is an old tradition of the Southern National Army. Therefore, this incident of 'Northern Expeditionary Army assassins' trying to assassinate Chen Zijun, which we orchestrated, will certainly not be abandoned by the Chen family army. In this way, the Chen family army and the Northern Expeditionary Army will be locked in a fierce battle, and Chen Zijun will be bogged down in the quagmire of civil war, unable to deal with us anymore. More importantly, with the Fengtian clique in control of the central government in the north, our interests can be guaranteed. Don't you think it's a win-win situation?"
Marcel was silent for a moment.
"This plan... is indeed ruthless."
He looked at Tanaka, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.
"However, wouldn't doing this be too risky?"
Tanaka sneered: "Risk? Mr. Marcel, you've already been pushed to this point by Chen Zijun, what risk are you afraid of?"
Marcel's face darkened.
"you're right."
He took a deep breath.
"For the sake of France's interests, and to teach Chen Zijun a lesson, it's worth it."
Tanaka took a document out of his pocket and placed it on the table.
"This is the specific plan."
Marcel picked up the document and examined it carefully.
"Three days later, at the Shanghai Chamber of Commerce dinner. We will arrange for an 'assassin' to infiltrate the dinner and stage an 'assassination attempt' during Chen Zijun's speech. Of course, this 'assassin' will be subdued by our 'security personnel' before the operation, and we will find Northern Expeditionary Army identification and weapons on him."
Marcel looked at the document, a ruthless glint in his eyes.
"In this way, Chen Zijun will be convinced that the assassin was sent by the Northern Expeditionary Army, and thus launch a more intense attack on the Northern Expeditionary Army."
Tanaka sneered: "That's right. Moreover, we can use this opportunity to make countries like Britain and the United States believe that Chen Zijun is already bogged down in a civil war and can no longer deal with us."
Marcel put down the document and remained silent for a moment.
He looked at Tanaka, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.
"Are you sure your plan can be implemented successfully? What if it fails..."
Tanaka sneered: "Mr. Marcel, our Japanese Empire and your French Republic are countries that can stand on the same side. If our Hongkou Concession is gone, and your French Concession is also gone, we will suffer a great loss. This is driven by self-interest. Do you really think I would betray my interests?"
Marcel's face darkened.
"you're right."
He took a deep breath.
"For the sake of France's interests, and to teach Chen Zijun a lesson, it's worth it."
Tanaka's lips curled into a smile: "Then it's settled. In three days, Chen Zijun will know what the consequences of offending France will be."
Marcel stood up.
"Mr. Tanaka, I need the manpower and weapons you provide."
Tanaka nodded: "No problem. We will arrange the best 'assassins', as well as the most realistic 'Northern Expeditionary Army credentials' and weapons."
Marcel: "Very good. Shanghai Chamber of Commerce dinner in three days."
Tanaka stood up and extended his hand.
"It's a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Marcel."
Marcel took his hand.
"It's a pleasure working with you."
After Tanaka left, Marcel stood in the secret room, looking out at Shanghai Bund.
"Chen Zijun, you wait."
A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.
"In three days, you will be completely disgraced."
Shanghai, Military Intelligence Bureau.
Mo Lanzhi stood by the window, looking at the Shanghai Bund outside, her brows slightly furrowed.
"The French consulate...is acting strangely."
She turned and walked to her desk, picking up an intelligence report.
"Last night, a stranger entered a secret underground room in the French consulate."
She looked at the photos in the report.
"Eastern features, short stature, sharp eyes."
A cold glint flashed in Mo Lanzhi's eyes.
"This person's features... are very similar to those of a Japanese spy."
Mo Lanzhi looked at the photo with a furrowed brow.
"Japanese spies? Marcel is actually colluding with Japan?"
She turned and walked to her desk, picking up the phone.
"Bring me to the Chen residence."
The call was answered quickly.
"Young Marshal?" Mo Lanzhi's voice came from the phone.
Chen Zijun's voice: "Mo Lanzhi, what's going on?"
"There's something fishy about the French consulate," Moranzie said. "Last night, Marcel met a mysterious person in a secret room in the consulate's basement. This mysterious person has an Asian face, and his features are very similar to those of a Japanese spy."
Chen Zijun remained silent for a moment.
"Japanese spies?"
"Yes," Moranzie said. "And they talked in private for a long time. I suspect they're plotting something against you."
Chen Zijun sneered: "Marcel? A Japanese spy?"
"Young Marshal, I have strengthened intelligence gathering," Moranzhi said. "I will find out their specific plans as soon as possible."
Chen Zijun: "Okay. Also, have Huixin continue to keep an eye on the UK and the US."
"Understood," Moranzhi said. "We'll exploit the divisions among the great powers to defeat them one by one."
Chen Zijun: "Right. Marcel wants to play dirty tricks? Let him play. I want to see what he can come up with. By the way, keep an eye on the Japanese. These rats in the gutter won't be so easily used as pawns by the French. They definitely have their own plans. Subordinates rebelling against superiors, deceiving their superiors, doing their most shameful things—they're experts at that. I guarantee they have their own agenda!"
After hanging up the phone, Chen Zijun stood by the window, looking out at the Shanghai Bund.
"Japanese spies? Marcel, how dare you collude with the Japanese?"
A hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
"Fine, very well. Then I'll show you what happens when you offend a warlord in China."