Chapter 25: The Ambush (Part II)

"Hoo—" Lei Dong let out a long breath. "B2, jam all communications and set the sequence. Visual persistence in 30 seconds; control the power supply. The main building will lose power in three minutes for a duration of three seconds! B1, Guard Room Four; B2, Guard Room Five. Once clear, A2 and B1 will assault the central main building, while B2 moves to infiltrate the guard lounge. All units, initiate the assault in five minutes!"

A rapid-fire series of commands flowed from Lei Dong's lips.

"B1 acknowledges!"

"B2 acknowledges!"

"A2 acknowledges!" Wu Yun was the last to respond, adding with a smug tone, "Boss, you just stay up there and enjoy watching us wipe them out, heh..."

Lei Dong felt his temper flare. "Get lost! If you lot hadn't been bickering the whole way here, do you think I'd be stuck providing cover from the back?"

A wave of suppressed laughter rippled through the squad. Wu Yun pushed his luck: "Who told you to choose sniper as your specialty? If you don't provide cover, who will?"

"Alright, counting down now," Lei Dong rolled his eyes, too annoyed to engage further with the man who had gotten his way and was still gloating. He took a deep breath. "3, 2, 1, move!"

As soon as he spoke, Wu Yun and Lang Tianyu darted down from the wall. Together with Bei Shiliang, who was manipulating the surveillance system to induce visual lag, they maintained a spacing of about 20 meters. With P9 submachine guns equipped with silencers, each covered a 90-degree sector ahead, advancing in alternating bounds across the open ground like phantoms.

Their charcoal-black combat gear allowed them to blend into the pre-dawn darkness. Thanks to their extraordinary control over their muscles, they moved as nimbly as civet cats; the high-cut tactical boots of the Minia special forces made not a single sound as they struck the gravel path.

Within seconds, the 200-meter stretch was left behind. Three black shadows vanished silently into the trees and shrubbery, splitting up to sprint toward their respective targets.

On the wall, Lei Dong held his .50 caliber sniper rifle, its silencer attached, aiming loosely while his divine sense tensely scanned for any movement within the estate. His powerful, pervasive sense allowed him to track the activities of everyone inside, while the .50 caliber’s effective range of over 1,800 meters meant he could precisely neutralize any enemy that appeared, providing effective cover for his comrades.

However, that was the absolute worst-case scenario should an emergency arise, and he hoped it wouldn't come to that. Lei Dong prayed silently.

The three team members moved with eerie, lightning-fast efficiency. In less than two minutes, they reached their targets and lurked by the entrances, ready to deliver a thunderous strike.

Suddenly, within Lei Dong's divine sense, a man who had been lying on a tatami mat in Guard Room Four stood up without warning and walked toward the door.

"B1, someone’s opening the door!" Lei Dong urgently warned.

Lang Tianyu didn't need the reminder; his body had already coiled, flashing to the left side of the door.

"Creeeak—" With a soft sound, the wooden door was pulled open from the inside, and a hulking man in black stepped out, shuffling his feet.

"Noyama, where are you going?" someone called out from inside the room.

"Taking a leak!" the man in black replied casually. The person inside retorted, "Isn't there a bathroom in here? Why do you always have to go outside? Is your equipment too big for the bathroom?"

Another voice laughed, "Hashimoto, you’ve got it wrong. It’s not that his equipment is too big, it’s that it’s too small, and he’s embarrassed to expose it to us, hahaha..."

A wave of lewd laughter erupted from the room. The man called Noyama slammed the door shut with a loud "bang" and stormed out of the guard room, muttering curses, "Baka! You two better watch your own assholes; one day..."

Suddenly, his expression froze. A shadow flashed like lightning from the left side of the door, a right hand clamping firmly around his throat!

With a soft "snap," Noyama's neck was instantly broken. His head twisted at an unnatural angle toward his back, and his strength seemed to be drained away by a high-pressure pump. He went limp in the shadow's arms, unable to utter a single sound.

Lang Tianyu, having succeeded in his strike, didn't hesitate. He jerked the door open and lunged into the guard room.

The two men inside, still chuckling, thought Noyama had returned and were ready to tease him again. But as the black shadow swirled into the room, the muzzle of a gun flashed. Two soft "thwips" were heard, and two bullets struck their foreheads with lethal precision. "Splat"—half their foreheads were blown away, and grey brain matter mixed with blood sprayed out. The two men died instantly, expressions of shock frozen on their faces.

"Target cleared!" Lang Tianyu reported. He returned to the doorway, lifted Noyama's corpse with one hand, placed it back inside, closed the door gently, stripped off the man's black suit to wear over his own, and walked boldly toward the central main building.

On the other side, Bei Shiliang’s operation had already begun.

At the same moment Lang Tianyu gripped Noyama’s throat, Bei Shiliang pushed open the door before him. Before the guards inside could react, he fired two single shots from his P9, the distance and angle already calculated. Two guards collapsed. In his left hand, a 56-pattern military bayonet flew out, tracing an arc like a bolt of lightning; it struck the third guard under the chin, pierced through the mouth into the brain cavity, and buried itself up to the hilt!

The third guard's central nervous system failed instantly; his entire body went limp, and his bowels released, instantly filling the air with a nauseating stench.

"Target cleared!" Bei Shiliang reported, then muttered a low "Damn it, that stinks!" He scrambled out of Guard Room Four, rushing toward the guard lounge.

With the perimeter guards cleared, Lei Dong felt a weight lift. He checked his watch; less than a minute had passed.

Seconds later, Wu Yun, who had already infiltrated the central building, rendezvoused with Lang Tianyu as he walked up with swagger. The two approached the door, one on each side.

Inside the central building, the mid-to-high-ranking leaders of the Jiaolong Society sat on the tatami mats, waiting for the return of the Eighth Patriarch. They chatted idly or contemplated how to report the status of their respective districts to ensure the Patriarch’s favor, trust, and better treatment.

"Knock, knock, knock." The wooden shoji screen was tapped.

"Who is it?" the Wakagashira of the Black Tiger Gang asked, raising his voice slightly. As the lowest-ranking member present in the strictly hierarchical society, such trivial tasks naturally fell to him.

A respectful voice came from outside: "It is Noyama, here to serve tea to the lords. Excuse the intrusion!"

The Wakagashira smiled: "Thoughtful of you, come in!"

At the entrance, Lang Tianyu held his P9 steady with his left hand, his right hand on the door handle. In his ear, he heard Lei Dong’s countdown: "Five seconds to power cut. 3, 2, 1, open!"

Lang Tianyu applied slight pressure, and the wooden door slid open. The big bosses inside weren't looking at the door, still preoccupied with their conversation. Only the Black Tiger Gang's Wakagashira vaguely saw two dark figures, but before he could identify them, the power was cut, and the room was plunged into total darkness!

"What's going on?"

"What happened?"

Dissatisfied voices rose, but the response they received wasn't a panicked apology—it was two flashes of fire!