Vol 19 Chapter 8-1 (2/2)
WangXia nodded then walked to the door. He stopped at the door and suddenly asked, “You mentioned destroying Shanghai’s harbor with the tidal waves being part of the plan. What’s it for? It would become difficult for us if the statue was in one of the ships.”
Xuan lowered his head. “Oh, that is a possibility but less than one out of ten thousand. The place and time have to be right to transport the statue on a ship. The reason I destroyed the harbor is to intimidate the witnesses.”
“Intimidate?”
“Yes.” Xuan continued. “There was no need to bring the foreigners along with the people of influence. I wanted to let them know of the statue’s existence and importance. Greed is the most powerful driving force of desires. The foreigners and spies will relay the power of the Buddha statue to their governments, the power on the level of nuclear bombs. The countries that obtained a piece of the statue will in turn react differently and show evidences of this fact. It isn’t possible for us to gather all the information we need in five days. Intimidation will push them to expose themselves.
“Destroying the harbor also stops the possibility of them bringing the statue back to Shanghai and hide it under a blind spot, which is a difficult situation to resolve. Not even I will be able to find it if they hide the statue in this city. Let them bring the statue away. As long as it’s still moving, we have a high chance of finding and obtaining it. We want the statue to come to light by itself.”
WangXia exhaled then quietly walked out. He didn’t know how to describe Xuan.
Xuan’s voice came from behind once more. “Notify Heng to begin his mission after you wake up. Eliminate a Japanese army unit of size division or higher near him. If the Buddha statue is in the Japanese army, this will act as a warning.”
Team China split into five locations in China. Everyone savored their different feelings as they gazed at the same starry sky. Time was running short.
“What tragedy people in this era experienced from the Japanese and the Koreans. Is what the grandpa from yesterday said true? The Japanese slaughters and Koreans skin people. Are the Koreans really more wicked than the Japanese?” Heng sat on a rock and muttered to himself.
He appeared lonely yet at the same time it seemed that he was pouring his feelings to someone.
“Hehe. Stop acting angry like a nationalist kid. You killed dozens of people yesterday. Why did nothing happen to you? Weren’t you supposed to be scared of blood? Or had you always been faking it? You will only act scared when you didn’t have the strength. And now that you do have the strength, you can bully normal people. Oh, how strong you are.” A woman’s voice said sarcastically. YanWei sat not far away from Heng with a cold smile on her face. She took a bite from an apple then said. It was as though anything Heng said would be returned with similar retort.
Heng turned his head around abruptly and surprised her for a moment. He said in a serious tone, “It has nothing to do with being nationalistic. It’s one thing to not act when a person is getting killed in front of you and another to berate the person who saved a life. This isn’t funny! Since I am here, even in this movie world created by God, I will not stand by and watch! This has nothing to do with nationalistic! I did what I must do!”
(Is — this Heng?)
YanWei was dazed as she stared at Heng. She felt as though she had never known him before this day.