But District Thirteen would never know that Bai Lin, who had always been loyal, also intended to destroy the entire District Thirteen.
Nor could they guess that Chen Fan's purpose in joining District Thirteen was also to destroy it.
In fact, the high echelons of District Thirteen, upon discovering Chen Fan's talent, had immediately used their extensive network to dispatch intelligence operatives to China to investigate Chen Fan's background. Without a doubt, Chen Fan must have tampered with his original name, Chen Tianjiao.
After all, in China, Chen Fan was the strongest man in the entire country...
The man referred to by China as the God of War.
This was Chen Fan...
At this moment, Chen Fan stood not far away, gazing at the still resplendent villa outside the deserted valley with binoculars.
"Depart!"
With Chen Fan's command, the special armed personnel Chen Fan had gathered, clad in the uniforms of an unknown Middle Eastern mercenary group, advanced into the wilderness near the deserted valley villa.
Though they lacked the strength of martial artists, they were nonetheless the elite of the elite among ordinary people, directly recruited from active or retired special forces.
As the assassination mission quietly commenced, the helicopters circling in the sky gradually ascended towards the airspace above the deserted valley villa.
However, in the surveillance room of the deserted valley villa, the radar detected no trace of any aircraft.
These were the stealth armed combat helicopters of District Thirteen.
Their high-intensity anti-radar shielding was at least comparable to the anti-radar shielding of the United States and China.
And their silent engines and dragonfly-like propellers emitted only a faint noise.
But for nighttime operations, such noise was easily detectable.
Chen Fan had sent someone to inform the manager surnamed Huang to set off a large quantity of specially made, loud fireworks at the hotel.
Although Chen Fan's explanation to Manager Huang was that new renovations had been made, and in China, fireworks also symbolized prosperous business, since Manager Huang didn't need to appear himself, Chen Fan had already purchased the fireworks and placed them at the hotel entrance for Manager Huang to set off.
Manager Huang, of course, readily accepted Chen Fan's proposal.
And from the perspective of the special armed personnel's captain, using specially made, loud fireworks to mask the subtle sounds emitted by the armed helicopters was indeed a good idea.
Moreover, with Chen Fan's qi-sensing abilities, he had provided the special armed personnel's captain with a map detailing the distribution of all the sentry posts investigated yesterday afternoon.
The captain had then distributed this map to everyone.
This was Chen Fan's tactic.
As the fireworks began to erupt at the hotel.
Chen Fan's operation gradually commenced.
Meanwhile, inside the deserted valley villa.
"What's wrong with that hotel, setting off fireworks so late at night?" one sentry in the open field said to another.
There was no response from the other sentry through their earpieces for a long time.
While the sentry was still pondering, a high-precision tungsten steel dagger was suddenly placed at his neck. With a swift slice, the sentry, who had been admiring the fireworks, was sent to hell.
In fact, Chen Fan and his team had long anticipated that some sentries might be martial artists. They had also coated the high-precision tungsten steel daggers with a special King Cobra venom. Against this special King Cobra venom, even someone with peak Golden Core cultivation would be fatally poisoned if they could not expel it quickly.
After all, this was a King Cobra venom concoction refined by ancient Chinese sects.
However, King Cobras were rare, and this small amount of venom was only brought from China's own military hangar when they first came to the Sun Nation, specifically to deal with "King."
Even someone of Chen Fan's caliber would instantly perish from a sudden, large dose of King Cobra venom. Facing "King," whose strength might surpass his own, Chen Fan had brought fifty milliliters of venom capable of killing a five-times-divine-level being. Yet, Chen Fan hadn't expected to use it in the operation against Kong Geyong.
Chen Fan, the living King of Hell, once again appeared on the road leading to Kong Geyong's villa. As Chen Fan walked closer, the middle-aged man reappeared.
"You're back again!" the middle-aged man greeted Chen Fan directly.
At this moment, Chen Fan, holding a paintbrush and a drawing board, replied to the middle-aged man.
"Yes, I encountered you here last time as well. I was planning to sketch, but I didn't bring anything then. However, I have brought it this time. I didn't expect that hotel to still be setting off fireworks; it's truly beautiful." As he spoke, Chen Fan showed the drawing book and a pile of used paintbrushes he was holding to the middle-aged man.
Upon seeing many paintbrushes that were almost depleted, the middle-aged man's suspicion instantly vanished.
The middle-aged man felt as if Chen Fan truly was there to paint.
After all, he had brought only used brushes and a drawing book.
However, if Chen Fan had appeared here this time with entirely new supplies, the middle-aged man might have killed Chen Fan on the spot.
The middle-aged man would rather kill ten innocent people than let a single suspicious individual go, as this was also the master's order. The master had issued a strict command for stringent vigilance during this period.
Of course, these were the thoughts in the middle-aged man's mind, and he revealed nothing on his face or in his expression.
"How long do you plan to sketch?" the middle-aged man suddenly asked as Chen Fan put down his things and prepared to paint.