Chapter 415 - Stepping on a Mine!!!

Walking out of the airport, a middle-aged Asian male dressed in a tuxedo, looking every bit the butler, approached Huangfu Hanyun, followed by two tall white bodyguards.

“Miss, you’re finally back, the master and madam were terribly worried about you,” the middle-aged man respectfully said to Huangfu Hanyun.

He then took the suitcase from Huangfu Hanyun’s hand.

The two white bodyguards following behind respectfully called out to Huangfu Hanyun in English, “Miss.”

Huangfu Hanyun nodded slightly in acknowledgment and was about to introduce Ye Fan when she noticed that Ye Fan had walked a few meters away.

Huangfu Hanyun hurried after him, calling out, “Brother Li, Brother Li.”

Ye Fan paused briefly, turned his head slightly, and said softly, “I have work to do and I’m pressed for time, so this is goodbye.”

A disappointed look appeared on Huangfu Hanyun’s pretty face as she regretfully said, “Alright, goodbye.”

Ye Fan nodded slightly, faced forward, and strode away.

Huangfu Hanyun watched Ye Fan’s retreating figure for a while, then turned around and went back.

Accompanied by the butler and protected by the two white bodyguards, she got into a luxurious, limited-edition, extended Bentley worth fifteen million yuan.

After separating from Huangfu Hanyun, Ye Fan took a taxi to the south to leave the airport.

According to the information collected by Mo Shang, Lorne Blakey’s villa was located to the north of Seattle.

However, surveillance in the United States, especially near the airport, had cameras everywhere, so Ye Fan decided to head in the opposite direction initially, then circle back to the north and find Lorne Blakey’s villa to “harvest” Lorne Blakey’s head.

It was still broad daylight, giving Rong Yefan plenty of time to comfortably make his way from the south to the north of Seattle.

Moreover, Seattle wasn’t very large; excluding water bodies, the land area was only just over 200 square kilometers, and its length didn’t exceed 18 kilometers.

For Ye Fan, stretching his legs, it was entirely possible to traverse Seattle from south to north in half an hour.

So, Ye Fan planned to head to the south of Seattle, leave the urban area, completely avoiding camera surveillance, and then from the wilderness circle to the north of Seattle.

Taking the taxi to the south district of Seattle, Ye Fan got out near an intersection, then continued walking along with the crowd towards the southwest direction until he left the urban area.

Once out of the city, he found a secluded place, changed his clothes into a set he had worn when he first arrived in Hua Hai, and from there started to make his way through the wilderness to the northern part of Seattle.

Ye Fan looked up at the surroundings, took a deep breath, and with a push of his legs, his body shot out like an arrow.

His body posture resembled “The Great Peng spreading its wings,” his legs rotating like wheels, his body charging forward like a great Peng bird taking flight, his back muscles stretching, striking the air, creating a snapping sound, fast as lightning.

In the cover of the wild vegetation, his figure was here one moment and gone the next.

In less than half an hour, Ye Fan had re-entered Seattle from the northern wilderness.

However, he didn’t completely enter the city of Seattle because, like many wealthy Americans, Lorne Blakey’s villa was not in the urban area but in a suburb not far from the city.

At that moment, it was still early, just past four in the afternoon.

Ye Fan, having hidden himself away, leisurely took out the dry food and water he carried, filled his stomach, then rested for half an hour to recover his energy.

Half an hour later, at five o’clock, as the sun began to set, Ye Fan set off, following the map to locate Lorne Blakey’s villa.

Half an hour later, Lorne Blakey’s mansion was spotted, and finally, the sun was just a little more than a person’s height above the sea level.

Taking a short break, Ye Fan found a high ground and surveyed Lorne Blakey’s mansion from above.

Ye Fan’s eyes narrowed intensely, he used his full sight, and immediately his gaze, sharp as an eagle’s, penetrated into Lorne Blakey’s mansion.

From where Ye Fan stood, over eight hundred meters away, without binoculars or other surveillance equipment, he could still clearly see the interior of Lorne Blakey’s mansion.

In fact, Ye Fan had a layout plan of Lorne Blakey’s mansion.

Lorne Blakey’s mansion was not small, covering an area of over five hundred square meters, consisting of a main house, a guest house, a front yard, and a backyard with a small swimming pool.

Outside the mansion, aside from three or four trees and a cement path leading to the front gate, the surroundings comprised neatly trimmed lawns.

While reconnoitering the inside of the mansion, Ye Fan spotted Lorne Blakey, a white man around sixty years old and slightly overweight.

Lorne Blakey was in the backyard, fully exposed to Ye Fan’s view; if he had a sniper rifle, he could have easily shot him dead with one bullet.

However, Ye Fan didn’t even have a handgun, let alone a sniper rifle.

As Ye Fan stared at Lorne Blakey from a distance, he suddenly noticed two tall and sturdy white men walking out from the main house and sitting casually in front of Lorne Blakey, striking up a conversation with him.

“Are they CIA or FBI agents?

It seems Mo Shang’s judgment was correct; this is indeed a trap,” Ye Fan pondered.

“However, their easy appearance, along with Lorne Blakey’s seeming lack of concern about being shot from a distance while sitting in the open backyard, suggests they didn’t expect me to strike so soon.”

“Good!

No need to wait until dark, I’ll take Lorne Blakey out now!”

Thinking this, Ye Fan descended from the high ground and, using vegetation for cover, quickly approached Lorne Blakey’s mansion.

After two or three minutes, covering the distance of over eight hundred meters, Ye Fan had already stealthily reached the outer wall of the mansion’s backyard.

The wall wasn’t very high, just two and a half meters, but it had a barbed wire fence about one meter tall on top, making it three and a half meters in total.

This height was not an obstacle for Ye Fan.

Closing his eyes, Ye Fan pictured the entire scene of the backyard in his mind, then opened his eyes and stationed himself at an optimal spot to leap over the outer wall into the backyard.

After running three or four steps, preparing to use his Qinggong to jump into the backyard, suddenly, Ye Fan felt something wrong underfoot and hurriedly stopped his jump, standing firm on the spot.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Fan kept his right foot unmoved and carefully squatted down, pushing aside the nearby brush and cover, and was shocked to see a landmine right under his foot.

After inhaling deeply again, Ye Fan cautiously examined what type of landmine it was.

The mine was disc-shaped, metallic on the exterior with a diameter of 140 millimeters, and he spotted the label on the side—BLU-91/B!

“Dammit, CIA and FBI, planting anti-tank land mines around the mansion!

Have they no humanity?!” Ye Fan couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

The BLU-91/B was an anti-tank landmine developed by the Honeywell Company in the United States, designed to blow up tanks!

Considering it could destroy a tank, one could only imagine its explosive power; stepping on it and setting it off would likely vaporize a person instantly!

Although, normally, anti-tank landmines wouldn’t explode under human weight, if these American agents had gone so far as to bury them here, they assuredly had modified some to be triggered differently.