Not far from the cannery, a black commercial van with its headlights off was parked near the water.
Zhao Weixiang stared intently at the walkie-talkie, his face frightfully gloomy as he listened to the incoming messages.
"Liu Yutong... what a clever trick."
He had carefully set up this trap to lure Liu Yutong into leading a direct assault on the cannery herself, allowing his ambushing men to take a cheap shot at her. Even if they couldn't kill her, they could still cause her massive trouble.
But he never expected that Liu Yutong wouldn't play by the rules at all.
This woman actually leaked the intel directly to the police and the media!
Now, the Snakehead Gang had truly become sitting ducks.
With the police making a big show of rescuing the hostages and the media broadcasting it live, would the men he arranged nearby still dare to make a move under such circumstances?
Once they made a move, it would be considered assaulting the police and an act of terrorism. The entire country would put them on the wanted list!
"Boss, what do we do now? Boss Wang's side is about to cave in!"
"Our squad is still ambushing in the abandoned office building on the east side of the cannery. Should we strike?" Razor reported the situation on the scene over the walkie-talkie.
"Strike how? The factory is full of police and media right now. The moment you open fire, it becomes open assault on the police. By then, we'll be like rats crossing the street, chased and beaten by everyone!"
"We absolutely cannot make a move at this time!"
Zhao Weixiang looked through the car window at the firelight on the distant horizon, his mind racing.
Although the appearance of the police and reporters disrupted his plans, it wasn't completely without a turning point.
As long as Boss Wang could hold on, use those hostages to stall the police, and then seize the opportunity to take hostages to break out and escape, he could draw away most of the police force.
According to Razor's situation just now, their ambush position had not been discovered by the police, because the police's attention was all on the cannery. Who would have thought there were still enemies hiding in the building to the back and side.
Once the police were all lured away, maybe Liu Yutong would show up, and then he could give her a surprise!
Didn't expect that, did you?
Although you used the police and reporters to disrupt my plan, I can still be the hunter in the shadows, waiting to devour you.
Thinking of this, Zhao Weixiang ordered into the walkie-talkie, "Keep laying low! Pay close attention to the situation on the streets around the cannery. The moment you see Liu Yutong's people appear, strike immediately and take her out at all costs!"
"Yes, Boss!"
Meanwhile, inside the abandoned office building on the east side of the cannery.
Yun Cheng was leading five members of the Ten Thousand Dragons Society, lying in wait by the windows on the fourth floor. They held high-powered binoculars and thermal imaging cameras in their hands, closely monitoring the surrounding activities.
"Brother Yun, don't you think the eldest miss's move is absolutely brilliant?"
"The police act as the vanguard, the reporters act as the audience. It's hard for the Snakehead Gang not to die!" a man in black said with a laugh.
Yun Cheng adjusted the thermal imager and said, "The eldest miss has always been watertight in her actions. This way, we don't have to take risks, and we can force out that old fox Zhao Weixiang. Why not do it?"
"It's just a bit of a pity. I really wanted to have a shootout with those gangsters! I feel terrifyingly strong right now!"
"Hey, what do you guys think, if a fight really breaks out later, what tactics should we use?"
"That's easy. Haven't you played CF or CS? Grenades, flashbangs, smoke grenades, throw whatever you have. Once you're done throwing, just grab your gun and charge in. That's it."
"Your tactics are way too reckless!"
"..."
"Stop bickering. Zhao Weixiang is definitely nearby. There will be plenty of opportunities for you to get your fill later. Pay attention, are there any abnormal movements on the thermal imager?" Yun Cheng interrupted their chatter.
Several people carefully observed the surrounding streets but did not find anything unusual.
Just as Yun Cheng was about to tell everyone to continue monitoring, he suddenly heard a slight noise coming from above.
He immediately raised his hand in a gesture for silence, then asked softly, "Did you guys hear anything?"
Everyone shook their heads.
"Could it be the sound of rats?" a man in black asked.
After all, this dilapidated building hadn't been lived in for a long time, so it was normal for rats to pass by.
Yun Cheng thought about it and agreed. Logically, no one would come to their position; it might really be rats.
Upstairs, on the sixth floor.
Razor led seven or eight people, also in different positions and rooms, using binoculars to observe the roof of the warehouse opposite the building, as well as the situation on the surrounding streets.
"Boss, could there be anyone in this building?" an underling observed for a while and couldn't help but ask. His right eyelid had been twitching all night, and he felt uneasy.
"Who the hell would be here! This dump has been abandoned for years; even rats don't come here. Hurry up! Set up the equipment and see what the situation is with the police now. Also, if you see that Liu Yutong appear, take her out!"
"Yes, boss!"
The two groups, one above and one below, were both secretly observing the street situation, neither discovering the other.
However, right at this moment, a dramatic scene occurred.
While Yun Cheng was observing, a burst of static suddenly came through his earpiece.
Then, a strange voice cut in: "Pizza Two, where are you? Is the movie over?"
Yun Cheng froze.
What the hell was this? Pizza? Movie?
He subconsciously glanced at his walkie-talkie. Was there a problem with it? Why was a stranger speaking?
Before he could figure out what was going on, another voice sounded: "Pizza One, this is Pizza Three, it's not over."
Yun Cheng: "???"
What in the world?
The next second, he suddenly realized—their frequencies had crossed!
The walkie-talkies they used had a frequency-hopping function and no fixed channels. Obviously, they had just accidentally cut into someone else's communication line.
And listening to the content, the other party was definitely not one of their own; they had never set up any secret codes.
After figuring it out, he immediately became excited. He gave a look to the Ten Thousand Dragons Society members beside him, then cleared his throat and spoke into the walkie-talkie with a slightly hoarse voice.
"Pizza Three, this is Pizza... uh, Pizza Special Agent. The boss has new instructions. The movie has been rescheduled. We are wrapping up now."
He was completely making it up, because he had no idea what their code words meant.
But unexpectedly, the other party actually believed it!
"Pizza Special Agent? Holy shit, when did the boss send a special agent?"
"Oh right, what's the password?"
Yun Cheng's heart tightened.
Password? How would he know any password!
Just as he was thinking about how to bluff his way through, an angry curse from what seemed to be the man leading the team suddenly came through.
"Fuck! Keep your voices down! I can hear you talking on the walkie-talkie! What Pizza Three and Pizza Four, shut the hell up!"
It turned out that Razor had also heard the conversation on the walkie-talkie, and he thought it was his subordinates chatting idly on the radios.
After all, they were just a bunch of ordinary gang members. Why would they consider things like anti-surveillance, nor would they think that outsiders could cross into their channel.
With Razor's roar, the channel instantly went quiet, and no one made another sound.
Yun Cheng's only priority right now was finding out where this group was hiding, as he was almost certain they were Zhao Weixiang's men.
Now that they had finally shown their true colors, he couldn't let this opportunity slip by.
After a brief moment of thought, an idea came to him. Mimicking Razor's impatient tone, he started barking into the walkie-talkie.
"Damn it, weren't you all having a great chat just a minute ago? Why is everyone suddenly mute?"
Without giving them a chance to respond, he immediately followed up in a commanding tone, "Cut the crap! Hurry up and report your location and current situation!"
This tactic of cursing while demanding answers worked surprisingly well.
Almost instantly, a panicked voice replied from the other end of the radio.
"W-we're on the sixth floor of the abandoned office building on the east side. We have a clear view of the entire factory area. The police have already breached the perimeter, and Boss Wang's side is about to cave... We haven't spotted the target yet."
Yun Cheng's heart skipped a beat at this response.
The sixth floor?
He and his men were on the fourth floor. There really were people upstairs—it wasn't just rats scuttling around.
It seemed his guess was spot on; this group was definitely working for Zhao Weixiang.
With this in mind, Yun Cheng immediately keyed the walkie-talkie and issued another order.
"Listen up, everyone. There's been a change of plans. Fall back and assemble on the third floor. I repeat, assemble on the third floor! I have an important task to assign!"
He was going to trap them like rats in a barrel.
Up on the sixth floor, in a room facing south, Razor froze.
Assemble on the third floor? An important task?
He was right there with the team, so why was another version of himself giving orders over the radio?
Something was wrong!
Razor's expression darkened. He immediately grabbed his radio and yelled, "You're not one of us! Who the fuck are you?"
Hearing this, Yun Cheng knew his cover was blown, so he dropped the act entirely.
"I'm your daddy!"
With that, he switched off the walkie-talkie and turned to the members of the Wanlong Syndicate. "Our chance is here. Get ready to move!"
