Slums in Santa Pau.
In the basement of the Chinese shop, Brother Qiu was unzipping his clothes and putting hand grenades on his body. The phone on the table buzzed. It was a message from An Qiqi, which contained an address and information about a black man.
"Imre..." Brother Qiu muttered the man's name, then put the phone in his pocket, turned to the men next to him and said, "Let's go, it's time to work."
More than ten people in the room stood up together and quickly followed Brother Qiu out.
About twenty minutes later, they arrived at the target location.
This is the heart of the slums, full of entertainment venues and chaos. Looking around, there are signs with Latin words "Casino", "Brothel" and "Bar", and there is no normal shop in sight.
The pickup truck slowly stopped at the entrance of a dark alley. Qiu Ge sat in the car and looked inside. There were seven or eight sturdy black men in the alley, drinking beer and singing. Further in, some houses were lit with pink lights, and many women in revealing clothes stood at the door to solicit customers.
"Brother Qiu, who is the target this time?" the brother sitting in the passenger seat asked in a low voice.
"The boss here, Imre." Brother Qiu replied indifferently.
"Do you know the exact location?" The brother looked around.
"It's in the white building inside." Brother Qiu pointed to a three-story building deep in the alley. There were many black gang members near the building, with shiny guns on their waists and shoulders.
The team member observed for a while and couldn't help but say: "There are too many people. This...is not easy to deal with."
Brother Qiu turned his head and looked at him: "That's easy, there's no need for us to come. Give me the pigeon."
Upon hearing this, the team member handed Brother Qiu a small drone. After debugging it, they quickly launched it into the air.
Two minutes later, Brother Qiu spread the printed bird's-eye view of the small building on the armrest box, took out a red marker, and drew a few lines on the map: "Team one, follow me in a while. Except for Xiaoyu, Huazi, and Dajun, all the rest of you will approach the roof from here. Listen to my signal and move directly to the third floor. Xiaoyu, the three of you follow me, only bring pistols and grenades, pretend to be tourists and infiltrate. We will go in from the front. Team two, your people will set up guns in the outer blocks and provide fire cover in the dark. Team three, you will find a position nearby, don't concentrate, disperse to support our retreat. Do you understand?"
"Understood!" Everyone nodded immediately.
Brother Qiu gave another warning: "Remember, when you hear gunshots, you must control the primary target. If you can't control it, we will all be trapped. If the primary target is not here, arrest the leader, and make sure to capture him alive!"
After giving instructions, Brother Qiu pushed open the door and got out of the car. The other team members also got out of some of the surrounding cars. Everyone quickly dispersed and blended into the crowd. Xiaoyu and the other three followed Brother Qiu, pretending to be tourists, and walked into the alley.
"Handsome guy, come in and have some fun? The girls are great!" The alley was full of people soliciting customers. As soon as I entered, a thin middle-aged Chinese man came to meet me. He pulled a tall and strong black girl over and blocked Qiu Ge and the others. While grinning, he reached out and pulled off the girl's bra and strongly recommended: "It's great, come on, you're welcome, you can touch it."
The black man across the street also bared his teeth and shouted to Brother Qiu and the others in stiff Mandarin: "Hey, wanna gamble, bro?"
Brother Qiu ignored the people in the red light district. He just walked forward, waving his hands, and walked inside with Xiaoyu and the others in a swagger.
After a while, as they approached the white building, Brother Qiu tilted his head slightly and said into the microphone: "All teams, report your positions!"
"Team Two, get in position!"
"Team three, get in position!"
"Team one will be in position immediately!"
The voices of the team captains reporting were heard through the headphones.
At the same time, in a corner behind the white building, several figures were nimbly climbing up to the roof along the drainpipe outside and quickly occupied a high position.
"Team one, get in position!" Hearing the report in the headset, Brother Qiu nodded, and then glanced at the entrance of the white building. Six or seven black men were sitting at a table, drinking and watching the game.
"Get ready." Brother Qiu gave the order and everyone started to move.
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Huaxing Trading Company, Santa Fe City.
"The call you dialed is currently unanswered..."
Wu Boxin sat in his office and called Huo Dongsheng for the forty-ninth time, but the receiver still said no one was answering. He tried calling Huang Peishan again, but no one answered.
Wu Boxin was so angry that he slammed the phone on the desk and cursed: "What the hell does Huo Dongsheng mean?"
Wu Boxin stood up and said to the secretary beside him: "Let's go out and find him directly!"
The secretary smiled bitterly and said, "President, we can't get out. Huo Dongsheng's people have surrounded us downstairs and won't let us go. I asked, and they said that there are changes within the Chinese Federation of Trade Unions, so they told us not to go out for the time being."
When Old Wu heard this, he sat back in his chair.
Just as he was frowning and thinking, the phone on the table suddenly rang. Old Wu picked it up and saw that it was a number from the Chinese district. He picked up the phone and asked in a somewhat unpleasant tone, "Who is this?"
"Hello, sir." A gentle voice came from the phone: "I am your son Wu Taiyong, do you remember me?"
Wu Boxin was already in a bad mood, and when he heard his son's slightly teasing words, he was so angry that he started to scold him: "Little bastard, what the hell are you doing?"
Wu Taiyong chuckled: "Are you not reacting now?"
Wu Boxin was slightly stunned, and Wu Taiyong continued: "If you haven't reacted, let me tell you what's going on now. Comrade Wu Boxin, you've been fooled by them! Huo Dongsheng established this Huaxing Trading Company in order to get you to help him gain power, and then he can use the plate created by Huaxing Trading Company to get a higher position like Song Jiang. Do you understand now? You have been imprisoned! Do you know how worried I am to have a father like you?!"
"Shut up!" Wu Boxin was so angry that his hair was messy, but in fact he had already realized what was going on. He just didn't want to admit it because Huo Dongsheng really didn't reveal any clues before.
"I've finished talking to the people from the An Group," Wu Taiyong said, "and now only Huaxing Trading Company is still kept in the dark and knows nothing."
Wu Boxin put his hands on his hips and cursed: "You know shit!!!"
"Forget it, I can't explain it to you clearly." Wu Taiyong gave up and said helplessly: "I'll let someone who can explain it to you clearly."
After saying that, Wu Taiyong hung up the phone.
After a while, another unfamiliar number called Wu Boxin's phone...