Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 1263 All-Desert

"How are you going to get in?" Thompson asked. "The Prime Minister's security..."

"I've already thought about it," Smith sneered, "I know Captain Hanks of the Security Department. He owes me a favor. As long as he helps us get in..."

"No, sir," Thompson shook his head. "It's too risky. If you find nothing, you're done. Not only will you be permanently fired, but you could face criminal charges."

"So what?" Smith suddenly became excited. "Are we going to watch them conduct intelligence activities under our noses? There must be something wrong with that piano case. I bet there must be important documents or micro devices hidden in it!"

&34;But...&34;

"That's enough!" Smith snapped. "If you don't want to participate, you can withdraw. But don't try to talk me out of it. This is my last chance."

Looking at Smith's determined eyes, Thompson knew he couldn't change his decision.

"Okay," he sighed, "I'll go with you."

"Very good," Smith patted him on the shoulder, "get ready. We will meet at the back door of the Prime Minister's Office at 34 o'clock the day after tomorrow."

At this time, Dragon Nest has received the latest intelligence:

"Urgent report! Smith is going to carry out a capture operation at the Prime Minister's Office the day after tomorrow. He has completely fallen into our trap. This conceited man finally couldn't hold back and was about to take action. Please give instructions! - Europe No. 34"

Yan Shuangying finished reading the report and sneered: "Tell Longyan to prepare for the final scene. It's time to let this arrogant hunter fall into the trap we have carefully laid."

"I understand." Europe No. 34 replied, "Chen Ming's side..."

"Let him do what he should do," Yan Shuangying said calmly, "The greatest role of a true zither player is to make people believe that he is really just a zither player."

The Prime Minister's residence was brightly lit and filled with guests.

In the luxurious banquet hall, Brighton, wearing a neat dress, holding exquisite gifts in his hands and with a gentle smile in his eyes, walked towards Mary Churchian.

"Happy birthday, dear," Brighton whispered, handing the gift to Mary, "I hope you like it."

"Thank you, James," Mary accepted the gift with a faint blush on her face, "You are always so thoughtful."

The two smiled at each other, their eyes full of love. As England's youngest and most promising political star and the apple of the Prime Minister's eye, their romance has always been a hot topic in the upper class.

"By the way," Brighton turned around and motioned to Chen Ming behind him, "I invited your favorite pianist."

"Chen!" Mary said happily, "Great, your performance always fascinates me."

"Thank you, Miss Mary," Chen Ming said with a smile, "It is my honor to play for your birthday."

At the same time, Smith and his arrest team had quietly sneaked into the banquet. They were wearing waiter uniforms, holding trays in their hands, but their eyes were searching everywhere.

"Attention everyone," Smith whispered into the tiny headset. "The target has arrived. Keep a low profile and wait for my signal."

"Understood," Thompson's voice came through the headset, "We have deployed personnel at the back door and in the kitchen."

Smith nodded, his eyes fixed on Chen Ming. He noticed that Chen Ming's violin case was placed in a corner of the banquet hall, seemingly casually, but just within the sight of Brighton and Mary.

"What a perfect cover," Smith thought to himself, "taking advantage of the trust of a couple, he can come and go freely in the Prime Minister's Office."

The banquet was in full swing. Chen Ming began to play, and the melodious violin sound echoed in the hall. Brighton and Mary stood together, talking quietly and smiling at each other from time to time.

"They are a perfect match," a lady exclaimed, "young and promising Brighton and beautiful and intelligent Mary are perfect."

Smith watched from the sidelines, but he was full of vigilance. He knew that the more perfect the appearance, the more likely it was to hide a huge secret.

"Everyone get ready," he whispered, "When the performance is over and Chen Ming leaves the piano case, it will be time for us to act."

"Understood," Thompson replied, "We'll get him the moment he leaves the case."

Smith took a deep breath. He knew that this action meant a huge risk. If it failed, it would not only disrupt the relationship between Brighton and Mary, but also cause a political storm. But he had no choice.

However, what he didn't know was that while he was looking into Mary's eyes tenderly, Brighton was also observing his every move with his peripheral vision, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"The target has moved," Thompson's voice came from the headset, "He put the guitar case next to the pillar in the southeast corner and was walking towards the buffet area."

Smith narrowed his eyes and watched Chen Ming elegantly holding a glass of champagne and chatting with several guests. The violin case was just a few steps away, seemingly unattended.

"Great," he whispered, "Attention everyone, codename 'Rat Hunt,' get ready to execute."

"But sir," Thompson hesitated, "Brighton and Miss Mary are not far away..."

"That's right," Smith sneered, "Let them see with their own eyes who the pianist they trust is. Group A, Group B, are you in place?"

&34;Team A is in place.&34;

&34;Team B is in place.&34;

Smith took a deep breath: "Action!"

As soon as he finished speaking, four "waiters" suddenly approached the piano case at a fast pace. At the same time, the other two groups of people blocked the directions where Chen Ming might escape.

"Stop!" Smith shouted, pulling out his ID, "MI34! Everyone, don't move!"

The banquet hall was instantly thrown into chaos. Guests panicked, some screamed, and some retreated.

"What's going on?" Mary asked in surprise.

Brighton protected her behind him, with a shocked expression on his face: "Smith? Weren't you suspended?"

"Open the case!" Smith ignored them and ordered his men, "Be careful, there may be a trap inside."

At this moment, the guards from the Prime Minister's Office also arrived at the scene.

"Smith!" the captain of the guard shouted, "Do you know what you are doing? This is the Prime Minister's Office!"

"I know exactly what I'm doing," Smith said coldly. "This is a matter of national security. Someone, open the case!"

Chen Ming stood there, without any panic on his face, just frowning slightly: "Mr. Smith, that is a Stradivarius, it is priceless. If you are rude..."

"Shut up!" Smith interrupted him, "It's just a violin. It doesn't matter whether it's worth money or not. What matters is..."

Before he finished speaking, the case had been opened. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the surprising discovery that might appear.

However, there was only a beautifully crafted violin and some sheet music in the case.

"Search!" Smith ordered. "Check every compartment carefully!"

Not far away, Brighton put his arm around Mary's shoulders, the shock and anger on his face looked very real: "This is too much! At Mary's birthday party..."

At this moment, a majestic voice came from the stairs:

&34;What's going on here?&34;

Everyone turned to look and saw Prime Minister Qiu Jian standing there with a gloomy face.