President Suharto's remarks have caused widespread anxiety in Papua.

The five-nation coalition, led by the United States, has accelerated its military deployment on the island and in the surrounding waters.

The shadow of war loomed over the island.

Port Mores, the largest city on the island, is home to approximately 6 million people and is the true cultural and economic center of Papua Province.

On this day, pedestrians hurried along an ordinary street in Port Mores.

With war looming, people rarely go out except to buy food and necessities.

At the end of the street, there is an inconspicuous wonton shop.

The shop is very small, and can only accommodate three or four people to eat inside.

At this point, the shop door was already closed.

In these extraordinary times, who has the leisure to eat wontons outside?

Inside the shop's kitchen, there was a small wooden square table where a man and a woman sat facing each other.

The man had a full head of white hair and was about sixty years old, while the woman was in her prime.

In front of each of them was a bowl of freshly cooked wontons, steaming hot.

The couple were eating wontons with great relish, without saying a word to each other...

After about three or four minutes, the two stopped eating, and there wasn't even any soup left in the white-haired old man's large bowl.

"Old Mo, what are you doing? You even finished the soup?"

The woman began to tease:

"You've never had such delicious wontons before, have you?"

The old man wiped his mouth and let out a satisfied burp.

"Oh, no, that's right! It's been so long since I've had such delicious and authentic wontons. Miss Phoenix's wonton-making skills are truly excellent!"

"Of course! Before I became an assassin, my family owned a wonton shop, believe it or not?" Phoenix smiled sweetly, like a little girl.

Mo Huan chuckled and said, "I believe you, hehe... Why wouldn't I believe you? If you were in charge of cooking here, the owner of this restaurant would definitely lose face!"

"Oh right, you didn't ask me to come here today just to treat me to a bowl of wontons, did you?"

Phoenix's smile slowly faded, revealing a hint of murderous intent: "We've found Liangyou's lair on the island."

As he spoke, he took out a neatly folded piece of paper from inside his collar, placed it on the table, and slowly unfolded it.

"This is a topographical map of Liangyou's lair, which Tianyan spent several days obtaining."

Mo Huan looked closely and saw that the drawing on the paper depicted a cement concrete building.

The building occupies a large area, backed by mountains, with several huge cylindrical chimneys sticking out into the sky from its central location...

"This...this is a cement factory?" Mo Huan noticed something amiss.

"That's right, didn't expect that, did you? Huang Daowen is quite good at hiding things. Who would pay attention to a cement factory far away from the city?"

Phoenix slowly explained:

"The cement plant claims to be owned by workers, but they're probably all killers. There are a lot of trucks coming and going, which helps them cover up their activities."

"According to the intelligence analysis sent back by Tianyan, most of Liangyou's assassins who were outside have been recalled and are hiding in this cement factory."

Mo Huan nodded, then asked in confusion, "Recalling assassins from various places is a major taboo in military strategy. Doesn't Huang Daowen understand this?"

Phoenix curled her beautiful lips in disdain: "He understands, he understands better than anyone, but... he's afraid of dying!"

Mo Huan chuckled and shook her head: "I don't understand the mindset of these people. They're already so rich, why bother with all this?"

"And what about you? Old man, you're getting on in years, why are you still struggling in a foreign land?" Phoenix laughed too.

“I’m different. I, Lao Mo, am a man with ambition. Besides, my life was given to me by Boss Lin.”

Mo Huan solemnly said:

“Some time ago, Boss Lin arranged for my family to live on Dragon Island.”

"Miss Phoenix, you must have never been to Dragon Island, right? It's so beautiful! My son wrote to say it's practically a paradise on earth!"

"Dragon Island? I'm definitely going... I'll go as soon as I'm done with this. I really want to see it." Phoenix's eyes sparkled with longing.

"Now, our most important task is to resolve the issue of good friends."

"Hmm, there's also the Epiphyllum Flower Festival. Speaking of which, this Epiphyllum Flower Festival is really mysterious. Has the Heavenly Eye been investigating for so long without any results?"

"No, but one thing is certain: Huang Daowen definitely knows the whereabouts of the Ephemeral Flower Society."

"That makes sense. When should we act?"

"tonight!"

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Midnight.

Mount Kellung, located 70 kilometers southeast of Port Mores, is exceptionally quiet.

A massive concrete building, built at the foot of the mountain, gleams with a matte bluish-gray hue under the night sky.

The massive complex of buildings, when viewed from a distance, resembles a ferocious beast crouching on the mountainside.

Several tall chimneys pointed straight into the sky, emitting wisps of blue smoke.

On a small hill 300 meters from the cement plant, Phoenix and Mo Huan lay quietly under a clump of bushes.

The two men each held an infrared telescope and observed carefully for a while.

Then they looked at each other.

How do you see it?

Mo Huan spoke, her voice very low.

"The defense is very tight, making it very difficult to break through from the front."

Phoenix analyzed carefully:

"There are at least 10 visible guard posts within a 100-meter radius of the main gate, and likely many more hidden guard posts..."

"There's only one entrance to the cement plant. As soon as we start firing, the heavy machine guns inside will go off."

"However, we still have a chance."

Mo Huan's brow relaxed slightly: "Use the Dark Dragon Stealth Team?"

“That’s right, the Dark Dragon Stealth Team I brought this time has 200 members; we can definitely launch a surprise attack…”

"How do we do it?"

"Look at that building wall on the west side, isn't it a bit shorter than the rest? Our stealth team can sneak in from there."

"Won't this cause too much noise? After all, there are 200 people..."

"No, we'll use the grappling hook. I'll lead a small team to infiltrate first, and things will be much easier once we have complete control of the West Building."

"Do as you say. Once your men are inside, I'll take charge of the frontal fire support!"

"Alright, let's split up!"

Phoenix put away her binoculars, her slender body silently retreating a few steps before she stood up, bent over, and vanished into the night in a flash...

Both of them chose not to remain invisible when they went to Papua Island for this mission.

They believe that as commanders, they need to be visible to their subordinates at all times.

In the face of honor and loyalty, one's own life and death are not important.

Mo Huan's 300 Dragon Gang gunmen were never meant to be invisible.

And Phoenix's 200 Dark Dragon Assassins will be even more formidable after becoming invisible.

Now, all that's left is for Dark Dragon to successfully launch a sneak attack from the west. Mo Huan will then immediately lead his team to launch a strong assault on the main gate, thus holding back the heavy firepower from the front.

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