At the same time, the National Intelligence Agency also began to collect intelligence, conduct investigations, and analyze data.
The motive for the assassination was ruled out as malicious business competition. The reason was simple: Xu Zhengyang had virtually no reputation in the business world, and even fewer people abroad knew of this rising star business tycoon.
Then there is only one possibility: foreign political forces.
Intelligence agencies in any country are not incompetent. Even if they cannot directly track, monitor, and investigate Xu Zhengyang, they can easily determine through various sources that Xu Zhengyang currently holds an influential position among the top leaders in the country. Moreover, they are very likely to have already suspected, or even confirmed, that Xu Zhengyang possesses unpredictable and powerful abilities.
Especially from last year to the beginning of this year, Japan's political situation and national instability, all of this ultimately came down to one person—Xu Zhengyang.
This brings to mind the murder of the underworld godfather in Dunsbo, USA; several incidents in Vancouver, Canada; the bizarre and brutal deaths of the rioters in Qimulu, Xinjiang; and the revelations made by Gulierya in Dongjing, Japan…
These signs are enough to send chills down the spines of high-ranking officials in many countries.
Such a mysterious person with incredible abilities exudes a terrifying aura that makes many people uneasy and determined to eliminate him.
The problem is that this powerful country also provides extremely tight protection for Xu Zhengyang, even resorting to a strong diplomatic stance back then. Therefore, aside from assassination, there are virtually no other means to investigate or resolve the matter concerning Xu Zhengyang.
Moreover, no country's department would dare to openly use unconventional methods to deal with Xu Zhengyang and thus provoke that country.
Given Xu Zhengyang's unpredictable abilities, the only way to avoid unnecessary trouble is to use this notorious assassin organization to accomplish this task.
Even if we fail, it won't affect them.
Listening to the conclusions drawn by Li Ruiqing and the high-ranking officials from the intelligence bureau, Xu Zhengyang's expression darkened, and the anger in his heart was almost bursting forth uncontrollably.
Volume Six, Chapter 355: The Prelude to the Descent of the Gods
There is nothing inherently wrong in the world; it is only the foolish who create trouble for themselves.
Everyone understands the principle. It's just a pity that many things happen in this world, and few people consider themselves ordinary.
Admittedly, this statement carries a somewhat pessimistic tone; it merely represents an ideal state of being. In reality, if everyone held this mindset, societal development would stagnate. While it might appear peaceful and stable, it would lose its vibrancy and excitement.
However, it's best to avoid interfering with certain things if possible.
Otherwise, there will be a lot of trouble.
After Xu Zhengyang considered himself a god, he did not maliciously or deliberately seek trouble for himself, and he always felt that he acted from a moral and righteous high ground. He also never harbored any strong ambition to interfere in the politics of any country in the world.
But things in this world rarely go as planned.
Although Xu Zhengyang had been walking cautiously step by step, he had unwittingly been drawn into a confrontation and conspiracy he had never imagined.
Some innocent people have become thorns in the side of certain countries and forces, who are determined to get rid of them as soon as possible.
This was a result that left him feeling helpless.
He had envisioned steadily climbing the ladder of immortality through minor incidents and minimal disruption, ultimately living the carefree, blissful life everyone dreams of. But now, in this real world, major events constantly unfold, whether intentionally or unintentionally, and he inevitably finds himself involved.
As the saying goes, taking a step back opens up a vast expanse, and yielding a little brings peace of mind.
Who is Xu Zhengyang?
It is clearly impossible for him to make concessions; moreover, backing down would only bring more unpredictable and dangerous consequences.
Therefore, after all leads regarding this attack went cold and only the general conclusions remained, Xu Zhengyang made a decision: Li Haidong, the chief steward of the State God's Palace, would personally lead the ghost messengers to conduct a thorough investigation in several key suspected countries under the jurisdiction of the Eastern Azure Heaven Court.
In these countries, the subjects of the investigation are naturally the high-ranking personnel of special departments in each country.
It's unlikely that these high-ranking personnel wouldn't be unaware of the assassination attempt on Xu Zhengyang if it involved them.
As long as a single clue is found, we can follow the trail and expose the mastermind and planner behind it all.
As for Western countries, Xu Zhengyang put them aside for the time being. He had previously sent Li Haidong there because of the hijacking case, but the investigation was unsuccessful. Besides the fact that the other party was very meticulous in their work and the mastermind had already fled when Li Haidong arrived, the main reason was that Li Haidong's authority as a steward of the State God's Office was insufficient, making it inconvenient for him to act in other areas under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court.
But if Xu Zhengyang were to personally take action...
It's really unsafe.
If it were before the missile strike test, Xu Zhengyang might have been driven by passion and courage to rush over and investigate thoroughly, no matter how hard he tried.
He is now truly shaken.
He is already a key target of intelligence agencies in many countries. Once he leaves his territory, who knows what extreme things those countries might do in order to get rid of him.
but!
Necessary warnings and deterrence should still be issued.
...
The old saying "spring brings drowsiness and autumn brings fatigue" is not without reason.
The warm spring sun makes the air feel cozy and pleasant. People often feel a deep, comfortable weariness in the afternoon.
In that special villa area in Jingshishan District, outside the West Fifth Ring Road of Beijing, Xu Zhengyang, after having lunch, said goodbye to his housekeeper, Wu Ma, and went to rest in his bedroom on the second floor. This was the first time Li Bingjie was not in Beijing, and he, the son-in-law of the Li family, was living alone in the home of his powerful father-in-law.
Moreover, it happened when neither Li Ruiyu nor Jiang Lan were home.
Of course, no one would say anything about this situation, but even Wu Ma felt a little strange.
Xu Zhengyang locked the bedroom door from the inside, then sat down on the sofa and sent his divine sense flying towards the M country embassy on Lushui Street in Yangping District, near the eastern Third Ring Road of Beijing.
There, there is an overseas office of the FBI of Country M, which has two officially recognized FBI agents.
The tight security had absolutely no effect on Xu Zhengyang's spiritual sense. So he easily appeared at the FBI office on the east side of the embassy and stepped into the office of the person in charge.
Inside, behind a large desk, a burly middle-aged man with short blond hair sat in a leather office chair, leaning back and dozing with his eyes half-closed. His hands were clasped in front of his abdomen, and his high, hooked nose and deep-set eyes gave him an air of eagle-like sharpness.
His name is Nelson Buck, the head of the FBI's local office in the United States.
For people who have been in this line of work for a long time, a sense of danger seems to have become an instinct.
So when Xu Zhengyang appeared in the room so strangely, Nelson opened his eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a strange young man in the room. He immediately sat up straight and looked at Xu Zhengyang calmly, saying, "Hi, sir, don't you think it's very impolite to enter uninvited?"
Xu Zhengyang didn't rush to answer Nelson's question. He slowly walked to the yellow sofa opposite Nelson, sat down, shook his head, and looked at Nelson, asking, "Do you recognize me?"
“I’m sorry.” Nelson smiled and shook his head. He remained calm and placed his hands on the desk, clasped together, his arms slightly bent as if supporting his large upper body.
Years of experience as a secret agent had honed Nelson's mental fortitude to an exceptional degree. Firstly, he remained calm under pressure; secondly, in this unexpected situation, he quickly made a judgment. This young man exuded an inexplicable aura of danger. His ability to enter the office so calmly and without alerting anyone made it incredibly foolish to do anything that might easily displease him.
Therefore, Nelson did not immediately make the typical warning gesture of drawing his gun, as is common among special agents.
Xu Zhengyang looked at Nelson with a half-smile, without saying anything more.
Nelson smiled, then his blue eyes flickered, rolled upwards, and he nodded as if suddenly realizing something, saying, "Oh God. I'm sorry, hello, Mr. Xu Zhengyang, is that right?"
Xu Zhengyang nodded.
"May I ask what brings you here today?" Nelson asked with a smile, seemingly uninterested in how Xu Zhengyang had entered his office without alerting anyone.
"I was assassinated at the Haigukou International Port... You've heard about it, haven't you?" Xu Zhengyang asked casually.
“Yes.” Nelson nodded without hesitation, then said with concern, “Thank God you are safe and sound.”
Xu Zhengyang shook his head, then asked, "Was it your people who ordered it? Or was it someone from your country?"
Nelson stared wide-eyed as if he had heard earth-shattering news, then innocently spread his hands, shrugged, and said, "Mr. Xu, how is this possible?"
“Very good.” Xu Zhengyang nodded; he already knew the answer from Nelson’s mind.
At this point, it was indeed none of Nelson's business. To be precise, before the incident, he had no idea who wanted to assassinate Xu Zhengyang.
“Thank you for your trust, it makes me very happy.” Nelson said with an extremely relaxed expression, like someone chatting casually in a business setting. “So, Mr. Xu, may I ask you a question?”
As he spoke, Nelson casually reached into the drawer and pulled out a cigar, glancing at Xu Zhengyang.
Xu Zhengyang shook his head slightly to indicate that he did not need it.
Nelson then lit one for himself. He wasn't craving a cigarette, of course; rather, he was using the opportunity of getting the cigar to turn on the small recording device in the drawer and press the button to start the indoor surveillance camera.
“Don’t you think that barging into our embassy—or rather, the FBI office, my office—is something that could easily lead to misunderstandings? Although this is indeed your country.” Nelson’s expression turned serious.
He was indeed a highly skilled secret agent.
Xu Zhengyang shook his head and said nonchalantly, "Perhaps this is a bit impolite, but for me, even entering your president's office won't cause any misunderstandings, and... I don't care."
“Alright.” Nelson sighed helplessly, and said with some dissatisfaction, “I know you have some incredible abilities. In your country, some people even call you a god. Perhaps in our country, if someone could do some of the things you do, he would become a god in the eyes of the people.”
“Nelson, send a message to your superior, or you can do it yourself.” Xu Zhengyang waved his hand and said, “From now on, do not collect any more information about me, and do not have anyone monitor or follow me… In particular, do not let me find out that you have done anything disrespectful or impolite to my family.”
"Of course we wouldn't do something like that," Nelson said.
“Four people have already died because of this…” Xu Zhengyang ignored Nelson’s hypocritical words and said directly, “Actually, when the first person you arranged to monitor me was watching me, I thought about taking you and your so-called office out of the house. You’re lucky. Later, I considered your identity, which might cause some trouble for both countries, so I let you and your men go for the time being.”
“Mr. Xu, I find it hard to accept your tone.” Nelson’s expression darkened again, revealing his dissatisfaction.
Xu Zhengyang stood up, his eyes filled with the same sympathy one would show when looking at a beggar, and shook his head, saying, "Don't do this kind of thing again, it will make me very unhappy."
Nelson shook his head.
Then……
Xu Zhengyang strode over, and Nelson suddenly stood up: "Hey, what are you doing?"
"It's not convenient for me to kill you, but beating you up is no problem..." Xu Zhengyang said, his divine power suddenly erupted, solidifying around his divine consciousness and slapping Nelson across the face.
Nelson tilted his head back. He nimbly blocked with his left hand and attacked Xu Zhengyang with a fist made of his right hand.
This act of guarding and performing meritorious service was entirely instinctive.
In fact, just as Xu Zhengyang was about to make his move, the quick-thinking Nelson had already recalled some intelligence information about Xu Zhengyang. In a physical fight, even five Nelsons tied together probably wouldn't be a match for this guy.
The problem was that Xu Zhengyang acted too quickly; Nelson didn't have time to draw his gun in self-defense.
His raised left arm, meant for blocking and defense, was struck as if by a heavy hammer, offering no resistance whatsoever, and instead slammed directly into his head. His outstretched right fist also failed to strike Xu Zhengyang in time, and he slammed sideways into the wall with a thud.
Xu Zhengyang then swept a roundhouse kick across Nelson's numb arm, which was still resting on his head, causing him to fall to the ground involuntarily.
Everything happened so fast that it wasn't until he fell to the ground that Nelson reacted and cried out in pain, "Damn it!"
Nelson's reaction speed was naturally not slow; after falling to the ground, he immediately got up to fight back.
Unfortunately, when faced with a transcendent being like Xu Zhengyang, no matter how fast an ordinary person is or how strong they are, they are far from being able to fight against or even dodge Xu Zhengyang's attacks.
So Nelson was like a poor three-year-old child being brutally beaten by a strong young man in his late twenties.
He cried out in pain, screamed in agony, and cursed angrily...
The office door was slammed open.
Two tall, burly agents rushed in, brandishing pistols. They stared in astonishment at the strange scene inside, aiming their guns around but finding no one suspicious.
What they saw was their superior, Nelson, curled up in the corner formed by the sofa and the wall, struggling, convulsing, and crying out in pain.
He looks like he's being beaten up by a group of people, God!
"Hey Nelson, what's wrong?"