Yun Cheng turned off the walkie-talkie, a cold sneer appearing on the corner of his mouth.
"Brothers, that gang upstairs is about to come down. Get ready, everyone!"
The five members of the Ten Thousand Dragons Society nodded excitedly and began checking their equipment.
"Brother Yun, how are we fighting this?" a man in black asked, his eyes lighting up.
They originally thought they were just along for the ride this time, but to their surprise, they actually caught a real opportunity.
Yun Cheng thought for a moment and suddenly smiled.
"Didn't you guys mention it earlier? Let's just play it like a video game."
"Huh?" Everyone looked astonished.
"We were just joking earlier!"
"Brother Yun, you can't be serious, right?"
Yun Cheng didn't waste words and directly laid out the tactics: "Listen up. Later, we'll launch a direct assault. Throw flashbangs and smoke grenades first—throw whatever we have to create chaos."
"Then, two of you will flank from the left, two from the right, and I'll lay down suppressing fire from the front."
"Shoot on sight, don't hesitate. With the gear we're wearing, as long as we're careful, there won't be any problems. Charge in boldly!"
"But there's one thing to note: try to leave them alive. Don't actually go for headshots on sight like in a game. We need them alive to find out where that bastard Zhao Weixiang is."
The crowd was left dumbfounded.
"Brother Yun, why do these tactics sound a bit familiar?"
"What did you expect? I am the sniper god of the Transport Ship map, after all."
"..."
Everyone fell speechless for a moment, but inexplicably felt... it seemed like these tactics might actually work?
Anyway, with such a massive equipment advantage, they would win no matter how they fought.
So they might as well just wing it!
The six men quickly split up to take action.
Core member Huzi stayed on the fourth floor. He violently kicked over an abandoned iron cabinet, creating a loud crash, while shouting at the top of his lungs in the Dragon Kingdom language: "Listen up, people upstairs! You are completely surrounded! Put down your weapons! Anyone who resists will be executed on the spot!"
Upstairs, on the sixth floor.
Razor and his eight subordinates were all startled by the sudden commotion.
"There's someone downstairs!" a gang member yelled in panic.
"Damn it, it really is an ambush!" Razor's expression changed instantly.
"They sound like people from the Dragon Kingdom. Are they Liu Yutong's men? How did they know we were here?"
"Didn't some idiot report our position on the walkie-talkie just now? We should have shot him!"
"Boss, what do we do? Fight or retreat?"
Razor's eyes turned ruthless. "Retreat? Retreat where? They've blocked the way down. Are we supposed to jump off the building? Kill them! The boss said at all costs!"
Just as he finished speaking.
Whoosh!
A round object flew up from the corner of the stairs and landed in the middle of the sixth-floor corridor.
"Grenade!" someone screamed.
Boom!
It wasn't an explosion. After a loud bang, a blinding ball of white light instantly burst open!
It was a stun grenade!
"Ah! My eyes!"
"Fuck! I can't see anything!"
Several of Razor's subordinates caught the flash head-on. They clutched their eyes and screamed, their ears ringing, instantly losing their sight and hearing.
"Go!"
Yun Cheng immediately waved his hand and rushed out of the stairwell with two Ten Thousand Dragons Society members. Wearing tactical goggles equipped with anti-glare functions, they were completely unaffected.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After a burst of wild shooting, three gang members who were still in a dazed state were shot in their thighs and bodies, crying out in pain as they fell to the ground.
Razor actually reacted quite fast. The moment the stun grenade went off, he instinctively dove into a nearby room. Although he was severely shaken, he still managed to barely stay conscious.
When he heard footsteps approaching, he relied on his instincts, raised his AK, and pulled the trigger toward the doorway, blindly spraying bullets regardless of whether anyone was there.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Yun Cheng pressed his body sideways against the wall at the top of the stairs and made a hand gesture to the brothers beside him. Then, throwing caution to the wind, they hurled whatever they had—flashbangs, smoke grenades, frag grenades—all at once toward the areas where they sensed people.
Hiss~~~~
Thick white smoke quickly spread out, enveloping the entire stairwell.
"Cough, cough... what is this?"
"I can't see anything!"
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Razor forced his eyes open, but his vision was blurry. He could only see the vast expanse of white smoke and faintly flickering silhouettes.
Just as he was about to raise his gun to shoot, he heard several highly excited voices coming from the smoke.
"Fire in the hole!"
This was followed by a messy chorus of shouts.
"Enemy spotted at Point B!"
"I'll hold A Long!"
"Come mid and sniper duel if you have the guts!"
"..."
Razor: "???"
What the hell was this? Were they treating this like a video game?
For the next thirty seconds, the scene became exceptionally chaotic.
Although these Ten Thousand Dragons Society members lacked actual combat experience, their equipment gave them far too great an advantage. Bullets hitting their heavy body armor felt like mere tickles, and coupled with their tactical helmets and goggles, they held the absolute upper hand in this chaos.
On the other hand, Razor's men were all wearing ordinary clothes, lacking even a decent bulletproof vest.
It wasn't that their boss couldn't acquire such gear, but rather that in their boss's eyes, the lives of these lackeys probably weren't even worth the cost of a bulletproof vest.
If people died, he could just recruit more. In this place where firepower was truth, there was never a shortage of guys wanting to join a gang.
The resulting consequence was a one-sided steamrolling by pay-to-win players.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A few bullets struck the members of the Ten Thousand Dragons Society, sparking slightly and leaving a few white marks.
At first, the man in black who got shot was scared to death, but after realizing he was fine, he gradually grew arrogant.
"Hehe, buddy, it's my turn to hit back, right?"
He then fired back, and his opponent dropped straight to his knees, instantly losing all combat capability.
When those gang members saw this scene, their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"What the fuck kind of monsters are these!"
It wasn't that they hadn't engaged in shootouts in the Beautiful Country, and they had seen plenty of ruthless people, but they had never seen or fought a battle where they were at such a complete equipment disadvantage. Bullets hit the enemy and they acted like nothing happened. How the hell were they supposed to fight this!
"Boss, they're wearing heavy body armor! Our bullets can't pierce it!" a lackey said in terror.
Only then did Razor clearly see that the group of men in black opposite them had gear so luxurious it was almost blinding.
Full-face tactical helmets, Level IV heavy body armor with plates that were clearly military-grade ceramic composites, guns equipped with holographic sights, tactical flashlights, and even laser pointers...
This was more luxurious than police gear; it was practically catching up to special forces equipment.
"Retreat! Quick, retreat!" Razor wasn't an idiot. Continuing this obviously asymmetrical battle would only lead to death. He simply shouted and turned to run toward the other side of the corridor.
But more than half of his subordinates had already fallen, and the rest were pinned down tightly by the Ten Thousand Dragons Society men. They had no chance to escape.
Yun Cheng saw that someone wanted to escape, immediately unclipped a stun grenade from his tactical vest, and hurled it forcefully through the doorway.
Although the distance was a bit far, one had to remember that he used to be able to throw a liquor bottle sixty or seventy meters with ease. Tossing the stun grenade right next to the fleeing group was a piece of cake.
Bang!
Another flash of blinding white light illuminated the area.
Taking advantage of the enemy's disorientation, Yun Cheng and his men unleashed another barrage of suppressing fire. Once they had the upper hand, Yun Cheng lunged forward, kicked the gun out of the leader's hand, and pressed his own muzzle firmly against the man's forehead.
"Nobody fucking move! Twitch and you're dead!"
Staring down the dark barrel of the gun, Razor and his lackeys had no choice but to obediently put their hands on their heads and surrender.
From start to finish, the entire firefight had lasted less than two minutes.
Out of the eight ambushing gunmen, five were wounded and incapacitated, one kicked the bucket, and only two were lucky enough to escape unscathed. Now, all of them were completely under control.
Yun Cheng crouched down in front of Razor and demanded, "Where is Zhao Weixiang?"
Razor looked up. Seeing the top-tier tactical gear Yun Cheng and his men were sporting left a bitter taste in his mouth.
"Are you guys... really from the Wanlong Syndicate?"
Yun Cheng nodded. "Yes!"
With a mix of bitterness and envy, Razor muttered, "Your boss treats you really well."
It was true!
One only had to look at their luxurious equipment to know. Who wouldn't be fiercely loyal to a boss like that?
"The Eldest Miss naturally treats us well, there's no doubt about that!"
Yun Cheng pressed again, "Where is Zhao Weixiang? Tell me!"
Razor shook his head. "I don't know where the boss is either. He never tells us his location. He only gives us orders and tells us to meet up at a designated spot once the mission is done."
"Where is the rendezvous point?"
"In the basement of 147 Grant Street..."
Yun Cheng made a mental note of the address, then turned to instruct the rest of his team. "Clean up the battlefield and tie up all the prisoners. Leave two men behind to keep an eye on them until the police arrive. The rest of you, follow me to Grant Street."
