"——, all dead. Do you think all the people sent were dead? None of them survived?"

After receiving the secretary's affirmative reply, Cui Shupu's straight waist suddenly bent down, as if he suddenly changed from a hard pine tree to a willow tree, and he seemed to have grown twenty years old all of a year old.

Although Cui Shupu is in his fifties and nearly sixty years old this year, he always looks energetic and blushed in front of everyone on weekdays.

This is not that he really has such a good body, but as the patriarch of the Cui family, he has to refresh himself even if he puts on makeup. His image represents the entire Cui family.

Now, when he heard that all the elite troops he sent to Japan were wiped out, even he could not bear the blow and suddenly showed fatigue.

The Cui family is indeed a big family, but there are many places where the family has big business and needs to employ people.

The twelve special combat teams sent to Japan are at least level three or above, and have been eliminated and trained in actual combat.

These people are hidden at different nodes in the Cui family's industry on weekdays, and are the trump card power of the Cui family to deal with various unexpected situations.

These twelve special combat teams are one-third of the mobile power of the Cui family. In other words, the Cui family's military protection in industries around the world suddenly lacks one-third!

Don’t underestimate these one-third, this is one-third that can be flexibly mobilized at any time! And it is the most elite third.

This is like a company with a market price of 10 billion yuan. The funds they can really mobilize will never be 10 billion yuan, and they can even have 1 billion yuan in cash, which is already very abundant in capital flow.

Suddenly one-third of the loss was lost. For enterprises, it was a major disaster of broken capital chains, and it might even lead to a tragedy of people pushing them down.

Cui Shupu sat silently on the rattan chair, unconsciously slashing back and forth on the table. Things have happened, and now is the time to consider countermeasures, not the time to be sad for these people.

After a moment, he looked up at the secretary who reported the bad news - the secretary was also his third son Cui Zhenmo. This kind of information involving the secrets of the Cui family has always been controlled by the core figures of the Cui family.

Now, his third son was looking at him, wanting to speak.

"Zhen Mo, is there anything else? By the way, have you reported how they died?"

Generally speaking, in work, Cui Shupu requires that even his son should call him the patriarch and not call him his father directly. However, now he takes the initiative to call his son's name, which means that it is a conversation between father and son, and everyone can speak freely.

"Father, the personnel responsible for the logistics support of this wake-up operation in Japan have some discoveries, but they dare not draw conclusions and only report these discoveries."

Cui Zhenmo said carefully.

"That means they still have some guesses?"

Cui Shupu's face became even more gloomy. Judging from his son's expression, this was probably a worse news than the entire Cui family's elite army was wiped out.

"Yes, the murderer killed all our people and did not clean up the scene. Judging from the traces and weapons left by the scene, the other party might be—"

Cui Zhenmo didn't dare to continue talking, but just carefully stretched out his hand and pointed to the direction where the Red Flag was.

"You mean-?"

"We sent a total of twelve teams, each with at least ten and twenty, with a total of one hundred and seventy-four people. From hearing the first explosion to the logistics support personnel who stayed nearby for weapons transportation and handling, they arrived at the scene for no more than fifteen minutes, but everyone was dead and the murderer had left the scene."

"From the flying knives and crossbow arrows left on the scene, they are the style of the Red Flag troops. They have no intention of cleaning up the scene at all, and they are probably leaving traces on purpose."

When talking about this, Cui Zhenmo's face was no longer covered in blood.

"You mean - Bei, Bei, Beidou?" Cui Shupu's old face also turned pale. His lips trembled and said three times before he could spit out the two words with difficulty.

Cui Zhenmo nodded, his face looking even worse than his father Cui Shupu.

The father and son were actually unwilling to believe that it was done by Beidou. Even if the Japanese sword saint sneaked back to Japan and raided all the elites of the Cui family, for the Cui family, it was much better than these elites who were killed by Beidou!

‘Beidou’ is the powerful weapon of the Red Flag, and it is definitely not a force that can be used privately. Their dispatch represents the attitude of the Red Flag!

Beidou bet death!

Since the ‘Beidou’ is released, someone must have blood sacrifice to the divine weapons. The Cui family, will it be the sacrifice this time? But the ‘Beidou’ has no precedent for dealing with the internal forces of the AFC!

Thinking of this, even Cui Shupu's cunning mansion felt that he was about to faint - it was nothing to offend the Sword Saint, even if the Sword Saint achieves martial arts, he is just a person, and he can find a way to deal with it if he is a human;

But he offended the Red Flag of the Sect Master and sent the Red Flag to the "Beidou". Even if it was the Cui family, except for the catastrophe, Cui Shupu could not think of any other consequences.

"Huh--" Cui Shupu took a deep breath, and he stood up and walked towards the window.

Outside the window is full of flowers and green trees, and there are some rugged rocks dotted on the edge of the pond.

This is the ancestral home that has been passed down for hundreds of years in the Cui family. It is the place where the ancestors of the Cui family were born, grown up, and adult, and made various decisions.

This is the holy place of the Cui family.

The Cui family must not be defeated in my hands!

Cui Shupu looked at the garden outside the window, imitating the ancestral home of the Jiangnan Garden in the Tian Dynasty, and various pavilions and towers were scattered. This is a witness to the hundreds of years of history of the Cui family.

"I have something to say to the Presbyterians."

Cui Shupu's waist was straight again. At this moment, any weak and fearful emotions were expelled from his heart. A smile reopened on his face. In his gentle smile, his eyes returned to the sharpness of the blade.

It seemed as if at this moment, the stubborn young patriarch was back.

That was the mental state that he was in danger when he was in his twenties. He was in a state of mind that he had only when he was under the pressure of the entire family Presbyterian Church at that time, insisted on leading the Cui family from the increasingly difficult financial industry to industrial manufacturing.

Some people, the more they face the storm, the more they become; on the contrary, a peaceful life will erase the passion in the hearts of such people.

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"That's how it's decided, if you send out invitations, the more people you invite, the better. It means that at 6 o'clock in the evening, our Cui family will organize an important commercial dinner, including me and the Cui family's Presbyterians' Association, and all important members of the Cui family will attend."

"Father!? Why is this? How did you make such a decision? We don't know where the sword saint is. At this time, we shouldn't-"

Cui Zhenshu was shocked. Isn’t this obviously providing the sword saint with a good opportunity to attack? Was his father crazy?

"If that sword saint really has the ability to make Chiqi value it so much, and wants to catch our Cui family in one go, tomorrow will be his best chance-" Cui Shupu said with a smile at his son.

"Then-father?"

"You may not know yet that the special forces we sent to Japan have been wiped out, and it is very likely that the person who took action will be 'Beidou'!"

"What! Who else knows about this?" Cui Zhenshu was shocked. It was not as simple as offending a sword saint.

"We can block the news for up to three days. But Zhenshu, you don't have to be so pessimistic. If Chiqi is really dissatisfied with us, then the 'Beidou' will not appear in Japan, but here." Cui Shupu pointed at his feet. This was the Cui family's ancestral home.

Even if the Cui family has accumulated over hundreds of years, can it be able to stop the "Beidou"? This is an ancestral home, not a military base with professional defense facilities.

When Cui Shupu calmed down, he could naturally think of the difference. If Chiqi was really determined to protect Yagyu Sora and called him through official channels, would the Cui family dare to touch the Japanese sword saint?

Since Chiqi has not made a clear statement, it means there is still room for operation. The ideal result for the Cui family is to kill the sword saint with a time difference.

At that time, you will be able to endure your life as the clan leader. Anyway, after the Red Banner Revolution, you will no longer pay attention to implicating the Nine Clans. If you delay this, who knows what else will Chiqin react?

Although the Cui family is extremely powerful in Goguryeo, they cannot do the intelligence work to the top management of Chiqi.

Since he could not obtain various relationships between Yayoi-soon and the Chiqin, Cui Shupu could only rely on the existing information and speculation to guess the relationship between Yayoi-soon and the Chiqin. Mistakes are inevitable. However, in such a dilemma, the Cui family is better than waiting for death.

"Please invite more people from other families, especially those from the Li family of the royal family. This matter will only turn around if everyone is dragged into the Cui family. I want to see if the sword saint is really crazy and will start a big killer tomorrow, will Chiqi protect him?

After sending the invitation, you go to the Yanyi Military Base in Pyongyang overnight to host the second center of the Cui family. Don’t come back in a short period of time.”

Cui Shupu looked out the window and said without looking back.

The garden in the night always gives people a feeling of ghosting.

"Father--!"

"Go, it's not certain who dies and lives! This is just a precaution. Since the sword saint is protected by Red Flag, as long as there is a slight chance, I will try my best to reconcile with him.

The sword saint who can practice to such an extent would not be a fool. Even if he kills me, what benefits can he do besides being more scrupulous?"

"What's more, I'm holding the Presbyterians together this time, and the younger generation has already withdrawn. If something really happens, you will have less constraints in your future. It may not be a good thing for the Cui family's future. Okay, go!"

"--Father--"

"roll--!"

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Tokyo, Japan.

"Who made the move?" Jiuzhao Guancheng was full of doubts.

As the deputy director of the Japanese National Security Administration in charge of Tokyo's security, although relevant Japanese government departments have reached a tacit understanding with Goguryeo, such a large number of elite soldiers have sneaked into Tokyo, especially with professional military weapons and equipment. If he doesn't send anyone to stare at it at all, that would be a fool.

"I don't know, because the superior instructed us to 'perform proper monitoring', we did not have the first-hand materials. When we found that the abandoned factory caught fire and arrived at the scene, we could only confirm that the Goguryeo people left at least more than 150 bodies."

The reporter was also helpless. How could such a fight be mixed with a small person like him? He knew that these people were wrong, but when the report he applied for a detailed investigation was posted, he was directly verbally approved by his immediate boss - "Conduct appropriate monitoring".

Hearing this reply, how could he not know that the origin of these people must be strange? ‘Proper monitoring’ is a slander in their industry, which means that unless something big happens, don’t worry about it.

Then he just makes a fuck. Anyway, he has seen many strange things in their business.

But today, the superior was suddenly taken away by the supervision department. This is really not good news. If there is no problem in their business, it will be a big problem.

Fortunately, he was very careful at the beginning. In addition to leaving more than one copy for himself, he also asked two colleagues to review and modify the report. Of course, it was not that he would not write a report, but that he had to prepare two witnesses! He even secretly took the video of his colleague helping to modify the report at that time.

Otherwise, when the supervision department came to the door, it might have to take the blame for the bastard superior.

If it were other professions, it would be fine to take the blame for the superiors. Maybe they would be valued by the superiors for this, and there would be more benefits in the future. However, his industry is the National Security Bureau, and taking the blame will kill people!

Jiuzhaoguancheng was in a bad mood when he looked at the person in front of him who should have died but refused to die.

The bastard in front of him was originally a person who was not liked. He was neither a royal family nor a member of their aristocratic consortium, nor even a Democratic party called the civilian party. He was just a thirteen-no-reliable person.

This guy was originally a scapegoat carefully selected by his subordinates. As a result, he did his work in a solid manner and could not get over his head.

Now, only my subordinates will take the blame.

Although it was just a small role, it also had some real power. If this position was vacant, it would be easy to be controlled by other forces, and subsequent processing was a bit troublesome.
To be continued...