As he was about to reach Abro's mansion, Lin Chuan suddenly discovered that there were several armed guards at the entrance of the mansion.

This really frustrated Lin Chuan; it was clear how fearful of death Abro was. The entrance was littered with so many guards,

"Damn it," Lin Chuan frowned. If he didn't think of something, it seemed there was no way for him to get in.

After hesitating for a moment, Lin Chuan turned around and walked back.

Before long, Lin Chuan returned, but this time he was dressed in Kabul police uniform, with a rifle slung over his shoulder. The guards at the entrance of Abro's house didn't pay any attention to the fake patrolling security guard. Lin Chuan walked to the side of the mansion and took advantage of the darkness to quickly climb up the decorative column.

In the blink of an eye, he had climbed to the second floor, and Lin Chuan swiftly rolled over and slipped onto the balcony. Just like that, he had dashed inside.

His speed was fast, and Lin Chuan wore a mischievous smile, everything seemed smooth.

Inside the house, Abro was playing with his children while his four wives, veils removed, were kneeling on the wool carpet, watching their husband and children play with joyful expressions and happiness on their faces.

Lin Chuan watched all of this real and vividly from the second-floor room.

However, suddenly Lin Chuan felt a pang of reluctance. If he really killed Abro, then this family would surely be shattered. And the twelve children would certainly become orphaned and displaced. Lin Chuan hesitated. Then, suddenly, he stood up and walked straight down towards the main hall on the first floor.

The group of people didn't seem to notice Lin Chuan's arrival.

"Mr. Abro, it seems you're in trouble," Lin Chuan removed the rifle from his shoulder.

Abro was a fifty-year-old middle-aged man with some white hair, thin, square-faced, with sunken eyes but with a sharp gaze. Seeing Lin Chuan aim his gun at him, he did not panic at all, but instead calmly took a sip of sheep milk and asked, "Who might you be?"

"Who I am is not important," Lin Chuan shook his head. "What's important is that everyone here will die today."

"Who sent you?" Abro squinted his eyes.

"You don't need to know that," Lin Chuan said with a cold laugh. He suddenly pointed the gun towards the twelve shivering children huddled together, and the four women. Lin Chuan said, "I'll kill your children first, and your women, then you."

"If you were really going to act, I would have likely been dead by now," Abro smiled and said, "Since you have not begun, it shows you have come with a purpose. State your purpose."

Lin Chuan was somewhat surprised; he did not expect that Abro would be so calm and composed, truly living up to his status as Al-Qaeda's number six. It is said that the CIA holds a deck of cards, and each card represents a member of Al-Qaeda. Starting from the three of diamonds, all the way to the Ace of Spades, the higher the rank, the tougher the individual is to handle. They also represent the CIA's primary targets. The Ace of Spades is, as the name suggests, Al-Qaeda's number one person. And Abro corresponds to the King of Hearts.

Abro's calmness was infamous; he could walk away from American soldiers with ease and drink sheep milk on the battlefield amidst roaring gunfire.

"Hand over the information on the King of Clubs," Lin Chuan demanded.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Abro shook his head.

"Enough with your tricks," Lin Chuan snorted coldly, "If you don't give me the information on Al-Qaeda's number five person. Well."

As he spoke, Lin Chuan's gun was already aimed at Abro's youngest child. A two-year-old kid learning to walk, with beautiful eyes and long eyelashes fluttering like brushes. Lin Chuan said with a smirk, "You'd better think carefully, or they're all dead."

"Give me a moment," Abro said.

"Don't feed me stories," Lin Chuan cursed in fluent English, "If I find you're lying to me, I'll make sure you have no place to be buried."

Abro smiled and said, "Okay, I'll tell."

Lin Chuan narrowed his eyes; he kept staring into Abro's eyes, trying to spot a hint of inconsistency. If he could find even the slightest flaw, he would then do everything possible to refute him. But Lin Chuan found none.

Al-Qaeda's number five was a blond-haired, blue-eyed European named Yue Ke. The reason he had never been discovered was that he always hid in the United Kingdom, even for everyday contact with various matters, it was mostly via satellite phones. Therefore, he never showed any flaws, and the connections between Al-Qaeda members all involved covert phrases and passwords.

"Give me his photo," Lin Chuan demanded.

"No, I don't have it," Abro shook his head, "His clearance is higher than mine; I've never seen him, we only communicate via satellite phone."

Lin Chuan was stunned, then said, "Alright, for now, I'll believe you. If you dare deceive me, I'll let you know the consequences."

After speaking, Lin Chuan quickly vanished outside the window.

Soon after, there were frantic shouts from the guards and a succession of hurried footsteps that faded into the distance. Lin Chuan, however, had already disappeared into the dark night.

Abro stood at the entrance of the mansion, looking at the pitch-black night sky, his gaze deep, no one knew what he was thinking, nor did anyone understand the complexity of his inner world. By eliminating Yue Ke, he could advance to become Al-Qaeda's number five person and take control of the Holy Warrior Unit in the southeastern Middle East. For him, it was a step up in power. Of course, for Al-Qaeda, losing Yue Ke was like losing an eye.

Abro was confused and hesitant.

In the end, that intense vanity took over his thoughts. Perhaps, his actions today were for his own future. Abro's bewildered eyes finally became clear and sharp.

......

London, United Kingdom.

In Chinatown, at number three, a European man dressed in denim with a black leather jacket on top. In his left hand was a piece of bread, in his right a cup of coffee, humming a tune while walking towards the office building not far away. Judging from the man's attire and demeanor, he seemed to be an employee at one of the nearby office buildings.

Suddenly, an uninvited guest blocked the man's path.

"Yue Ke!" the uninvited guest suddenly called out.

"Hmm?" The man's expression turned grave instantly. He looked up at the man in front of him and, casting aside the food in his hand, broke into a run.

The man behind did not give up the chase and immediately followed suit.

"Think you can run? It won't be that easy." Lin Chuan snorted coldly.

With swift strides, he caught up just as Yue Ke turned and dashed into an underground parking garage. The layout of the garage was complex. Despite the lighting, the densely packed vehicles almost gave a suffocating feel. When Lin Chuan entered the garage, Yue Ke had already disappeared without a trace. He moved cautiously deeper, constantly on guard for any gunfire from hiding.

The parking garage was particularly chilly, with the cold air continuously blowing in his face. This made Lin Chuan feel an icy cold sensation.

Lin Chuan's eyes swept around like radar, scanning the surroundings. Five meters away, a Toyota van was parked nearby; a shadow moved under it for a moment. Lin Chuan, startled, decisively charged over.

Bang...

Suddenly, a bullet whizzed towards Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan dodged the bullet with lightning speed, but lost his balance and crashed heavily to the ground, sliding on the slick surface for two meters. He got up quickly, undeterred.

Bang bang...

Two more bullets, which hit a nearby concrete pillar.

Lin Chuan leaped over the Toyota van, which stood about 1.6 meters tall, and landed a fierce kick on the opponent's head.

"Oh…" Yue Ke let out a miserable cry.

The man was no amateur; although he lost his gun, his skills in fist and foot were quite impressive. Westerners' boxing emphasized speed and strength. Lin Chuan, while fast and strong, did not operate on the principle of brute force but decided to overcome strength with softness.

A set of adapted Tai Chi Boxing was unleashed, quickly overwhelming the opponent. Lin Chuan used softness to conquer strength, managing to smash the man's bones.

"Damn it, who the hell are you?!" Yue Ke cursed angrily: "I haven't wronged you."

"Then why did you run?" Lin Chuan responded with a disdainful laugh.

"I…" Yue Ke was momentarily stunned, wiping off the blood at the corner of his mouth, and said, "How was I supposed to know why you were after me?"

"Quit your evasions," Lin Chuan said with a cold sneer: "Someone has already sold out your information."

"Impossible!" Yue Ke roared.

"You are Al-Qaeda's fifth-ranked, in charge of over ten thousand Holy Warriors in the southern Middle East," Lin Chuan said with a cold laugh: "The London subway incident was orchestrated by you. Confess!"

"No, you're talking nonsense!" Yue Ke shouted loudly.

"If not, why are you so nervous?" Lin Chuan asked with a sinister smile, "Abro has betrayed you!"

"Abro? That bastard!" Upon hearing that, Yue Ke immediately burst into profanities.

"Confess!" Lin Chuan declared, holding the lightweight dagger in his hand.

Yue Ke was completely dumbfounded and then sneered coldly: "You think you can kill me? You're too naive."

"Is that so?" Lin Chuan responded with a smile: "Let's see about that."

With that, Lin Chuan charged forward abruptly.

Yue Ke did not back down either and hurtled towards Lin Chuan at a rapid pace. The two tangled in an instant, and surely, Yue Ke was no match for Lin Chuan. Skilled in adapting, when facing a formidable foe, Lin Chuan would choose different methods to confront them. His every attack nearly overpowered Yue Ke.

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