N-A-A Chapter 584 Scar was dealt with
Chapter 584 Scar was dealt with
Scar's minions, though numerous and powerful, were mostly still drunk, their steps unsteady as if treading on cotton. Furthermore, their usual laxity and lack of training made them no match for these specially trained troops. One picked up a machete from the table and swung it wildly, only to be evaded by a team member who dodged it with a deft sidestep. A precise elbow then struck him in the face, sending blood gushing from his nose and coating his face. The knife in his hand clanked to the ground, and he staggered before collapsing. Another, seeing the situation was dire, tried to escape through the back window, but as he struggled to climb onto the sill, a team member behind him grabbed his ankle and slammed him to the ground like a dead dog, curling him up in pain and choking for a long time.
In the melee, the ping-pong of overturned tables and chairs, the intermittent cries of pain, and a few timid shouts of outwardly fierceness all mixed together in a chaotic cacophony, but it didn't last long. Li Jie remained calm, his gaze sweeping across the field like a searchlight. Seeing a team member on the right being attacked by two people, he immediately stepped forward to support them. He first nimbly dodged the knife attack from the left, and at the same time, a swift whip kick struck the wrist of the man on the right. The man let go in pain, and the machete fell to the ground with a clang. Then he grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall like a chicken. There was only a dull "thud", and the man was silent without a sound.
Within ten minutes, the resistance had largely subsided. Scar's men were either knocked unconscious or pinned to the ground with their hands handcuffed behind their backs. They were dejected, their earlier arrogance gone, and no one could stand up and struggle. The team members quickly advanced, the sound of handcuffs clicking incessantly echoing as they cuffed them one by one, their movements as skillful and efficient as those on an assembly line, clean and efficient.
Li Jie wiped the sweat from his forehead. His movements had seemed effortless, but in reality, every dodge and every punch required the full force of his body, and he didn't dare to let up even a little. He spoke solemnly into his headset, "Team Leader, all personnel within the compound have been apprehended. We have no casualties. Twelve machetes and two suspected guns were found at the scene. Requesting further instructions."
Li Chuan, who was standing at the corner of the street, heard the report. The corners of his tense mouth finally relaxed a little, and the solemnity in his eyes dissipated a little. He responded into the headset: "Very good, guard all exits immediately, and no one is allowed to enter or exit. I will bring people in to clear the area." After that, he raised his chin to the team members behind him, and the group walked in the thick night and hurried towards the stronghold.
Walking into the stronghold, the damp and musty smell mixed with the smell of low-quality tobacco hits you in the face, making your nose feel dry. Li Chuan's eyes are like a knife tempered with ice, sweeping across the mottled mold on the wall and the debris piled on the ground, and finally falling directly on Scar, who was pinned to the ground with his arms tied behind his back by two team members. The military boots under his feet rolled over the cigarette butts on the ground, making a small "crackling" sound, which was particularly clear in this dead silent space. His tone was cold without a trace of warmth, as if he was stating an established fact: "Tell me, where are those guns hidden? Don't waste everyone's time, and don't make yourself suffer."
Scar was still holding on, stiffening his neck in an attempt to struggle, but his eyes were evasive, not daring to meet Li Chuan's gaze. He pretended to be bewildered, "Comrades, what are you talking about? What gun? I'm just a small business owner here, selling cigarettes, alcohol, sugar, tea, etc. How have I ever seen anything like that? Is there some misunderstanding? Did we arrest the wrong person?"
Li Chuan had no patience for this. He pulled a laminated photo from his pocket and slapped it onto the concrete floor in front of Scar. The flashlight was still visible on the photo, clearly showing Scar receiving cargo at the abandoned dock three nights earlier. He was wearing a black jacket with a frayed collar, standing on tiptoe directing his men as they moved goods into the warehouse. Several of the long canvas packages were heavy from rain, and the sharp metal outlines at the corners made it clear they were not ordinary goods.
Scar's face paled instantly, the blood draining away completely, even his lips turning blue. He stared at the photo for a few seconds, his lips trembling, his hope completely deflated like a popped balloon. His head drooped, his shoulders slumped like a deflated ball, his Adam's apple twitching twice, and he nodded obediently, "I...I'll take you there."
Under Scar's guidance, the group circled around to an unassuming woodshed in the backyard of the stronghold. The door was made of a few old wooden planks, with tattered cloth stuffed in the cracks and a rusted iron lock hanging from it. It looked like a pile of dilapidated huts, and no one passing by would give it a second glance. Li Chuan turned to look at Li Jie beside him, chin raised slightly, and said, "Let's go in and take inventory to see if it's the smuggled weapons we're looking for."
Li Jie replied "yes" and retrieved the iron ring with a dozen keys hanging from Scar's waistband. He tried three times before he finally unlocked the door. When he pushed it open, the door panel made a strange creaking sound, raising a cloud of choking dust. The woodshed was filled with a lot of broken sacks filled with sand and dead branches. He patiently pushed aside the debris and carefully searched. Soon, under a pile of hay in the innermost part, he found several wooden boxes covered with thick canvas. He lifted the canvas and used a crowbar to pry open the lids. Inside were indeed rows of shiny new guns, the black muzzles facing outward, shining with a cold, hard metallic luster. Next to them were several neatly stacked boxes of bullets, with faint foreign language labels printed on the corners of the wooden boxes.
He walked out quickly and reported to Li Chuan, "Team Leader, we found them! Here are the weapons. The models and quantities are exactly as described in the intelligence. Not a single one is missing. They are all here."
Scar collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide open, completely bewildered. He had planned everything so meticulously, choosing a rainstorm night for the delivery and a warehouse at a deserted, lawless dock. His men were all trusted confidants who had served him for years, so how could he have been filmed so clearly? But it was too late to say anything now. All his excuses were empty talk. He could only let his head hang like a stray dog, letting the team members carry him and obediently follow Li Chuan and the others.
Li Chuan signaled his team to load all the weapons into the truck, then personally led a thorough inspection of the scene to ensure no clues had been missed. He dusted his hands, the dust on his fingertips falling off. He turned to Li Jie and said, "Alright, call He Feng and tell him the food is ready and cooked to perfection."
Li Jie immediately understood that this was a sign of success and nodded, "Team Leader, I understand. I'll go and do it right away."
Elsewhere, He Feng lay on his folding bed in his office, unable to sleep at all. His ears were like perked-up radar, picking up every whiff of movement outside. His heart felt like a waterlogged rock, weighing heavily on him, making it almost impossible to breathe. He couldn't rush to send anyone to check, so he could only wait for news. Every minute and every second passed by inordinately long, the ticking of the wall clock like a hammering on his heart.