Chapter 766 (2-in-1) Wild Tigers Cleared Out, Not a Blade of Grass Left! The Wind Falcon's First Overseas Decapitation Operation!
A team member with a Chinese face sat at a low table.
While staring at the topographical map of Wild Tiger Manor, he stuffed dried chili peppers into his mouth, chewing them as if no one else was around, his face expressionless.
"Little Sichuan, how so? Of the four buildings, A, B, C, and D, which one would you choose?"
Chen Zhi patted the thin man and asked casually.
"Just follow the team leader's instructions."
Xiao Chuanshu shrugged and said dismissively.
He was well aware of the difficulty of carrying out combat missions deep into enemy territory.
Even if Carlisle's plan is meticulous, there is no guarantee that unexpected events will not occur.
The task may be easy to complete, but getting out unscathed is by no means easy.
Who knows, I might die in Bagan today.
Thinking of this, he took out another chili pepper, threw it into his mouth and chewed it vigorously, as if he had no sense of taste.
Several members of the Wind Falcon armed group nearby frowned upon seeing this.
Not far away, a black man holding an AT4 rocket launcher was carefully inspecting the ammunition.
He tucked the Glock 19 pistol into his waistband and then checked his equipment one by one, such as the ACOG scope, red dot sight, suppressor, tactical light, Ops Core Fast helmet, and night vision goggles. He also checked whether the tactical radio, noise-canceling headphones, thermal imager, and binoculars were working properly.
For this task, the company offered each person a starting reward of 1 million US dollars.
Regardless of whether the operational objectives are achieved, anyone who dares to take on the mission will receive at least 1 million US dollars.
If he dies, we'll add another $500,000.
Since Boss Chen is willing to spend money, naturally there will be people willing to risk their lives for him.
Whether this action was just or not, nobody cared.
Chen Zhi chatted with Xiao Chuanshu for a few minutes, and then checked his personal equipment to prevent any accidents.
He slung his HK416 assault rifle over his shoulder, tucked the NIJ Level 4 ballistic protection plate into the seam of his vest, and then placed grenades, C4 plastic explosives, and breaching rounds into their respective equipment bags, his movements practiced and efficient.
Time ticked by, and the atmosphere in the room was heavy and oppressive as everyone waited quietly for the moment of action to arrive.
At 42 a.m., four reconnaissance drones quietly took off.
The night should have been quiet, but the drone made a rustling sound. Fortunately, it was equipped with a silencer, so the noise was not noticeable.
The reconnaissance personnel carefully observed the surrounding environment within a five-kilometer radius. After confirming that everything was in order, they silently made a tactical hand gesture.
Carlisle pulled his boonie hat down a little, raised his arm to his chest, clenched his fist, and then swung it down to his waist in a short, powerful motion!
This is the signal that the operation is about to begin!
The others instantly understood, slowly got up, split into six small teams, and made their way towards Wild Tiger Manor.
The communications personnel carried the red line detectors on their backs and walked in the middle of the team. Assault soldiers, snipers, demolition experts, communications personnel, and fire suppression personnel formed a team and cooperated well with each other.
Their tactical boots feature soles made of a rubber and EVA composite material, which effectively reduces the "bounce" sound when in contact with the ground, minimizing the risk of exposure.
In northern Bagan in December, daytime temperatures can reach 30 degrees Celsius, and nighttime temperatures are close to 20 degrees Celsius.
The wind was strong, and the surrounding trees were shadowy, with leaves rustling, which just masked the team's movements.
The bright moonlight overhead shone on the cement ground, giving it a pale, almost white sheen.
Although Wild Tiger Manor is called a "manor", it actually consists of only four buildings no more than six stories high. However, the number of armed members, henchmen, and slaves in the park exceeds three thousand.
According to intelligence, there are approximately 160 managers here, with no more than 100 armed.
After all, Wild Tiger Manor is essentially just a telecom fraud company; the real mastermind is an armed organization that holds more than 30% of the shares.
Having 100 guns is considered a sign of a large and powerful operation.
In 2014, the telecom fraud business in Bagan seemed lukewarm, but if each "pig" (a derogatory term for a group of people involved in online scams) could generate a profit of 300,000 to 500,000 yuan, then nearly 3,000 people would have earned a profit of 1 billion to 1.5 billion yuan.
in the country, 99% of listed companies cannot even achieve 1 billion yuan in revenue in a year.
If one telecom fraud company can earn 1 billion, then twenty companies would earn 20 billion.
This shows that the deepest reason why armed groups in northern Bagan are willing to shelter these telecom fraud companies is money.
The villa's walls are three meters high, with an additional one-meter-high wire mesh on top.
There were sentries, but they could have been spotted long ago by drone reconnaissance. The lookout was lying on the office sofa, dozing off with his eyes half-closed.
In their view, as long as the gate is locked tightly, there will be no problem. How could these piglets fly over a four-meter-high wall?
Moreover, just 6.1 kilometers northwest of Wild Tiger Manor is the training camp of the local armed group. With just a phone call, hundreds of armed members with live ammunition can arrive immediately.
Therefore, most of the time when they are on duty at the sentry post, they play on their phones and then go to sleep when they get tired.
They were thugs for telecom fraud companies, not disciplined regular soldiers. Once they dropped their rifles, they were no different from street thugs.
Before long, all six teams had pressed themselves against the wall.
The group had matte face paint and wore ghillie suits. From a distance, they looked like clumps of hay, about half a person's height, blending perfectly with the surrounding environment.
"drink!"
The three team members worked together to form a human ladder to send one person up to the wire mesh wall, and the position was chosen just at the junction of the cement wall and the barbed wire.
The man pulled out a portable chrome-molybdenum steel wire cutter and easily cut the 0.3-centimeter-thick steel wire mesh.
Within a minute, a gap large enough for one person to pass through was opened, and the first team members infiltrated the park one after another.
There was a guard on the left side of the main gate of the villa, who was looking down at Mimo, his eyes fixed on the two big bombs on the screen.
"Snap—!"
A crisp sound suddenly came from the doorway.
Just as the gatekeeper was about to look up, his mouth was covered tightly, and then he felt a chill on his neck, as if he had been bitten by something.
"Waaah!" He tried to shout, but only low sobs came out.
His trachea has been cut open, and he can't even speak without air leaking out!
The blood vessels in his neck were severed by a tactical knife, and bright red, fishy blood gushed out like a fountain.
In just five seconds, everything went black before his eyes, and he completely lost consciousness.
Carlisle made a gesture only after the door lock was opened.
We must evacuate in ten minutes!
The six squads each selected their own attack routes, advancing in turns and each responsible for their respective firing range, with their firepower overlapping to avoid blind spots.
After approaching the house near Building A, the first team member probed forward, the second was responsible for guarding the right side, and the rest controlled the windows and entrances, with a clear division of labor.
The layout of the room is clearly visible from the perspective of the night vision goggles.
It was exactly 59 a.m.
Chen Zhi glanced at the time and tentatively turned the doorknob.
The door wasn't locked!
The team members filed in and, based on the intelligence they had gathered beforehand, checked each of the target rooms one by one.
After an unknown amount of time, a gunshot suddenly shattered the tranquility of midnight!
Upon hearing this, Chen Zhi immediately determined that the gunshots were coming from the direction of Building D.
"Go!"
He gave a low shout, grabbed his assault rifle, and rushed towards the top-floor office.
The moment the lights in the room came on, the support staff waiting downstairs immediately cut off the power, plunging the building into darkness once again.
In an instant, shouts, curses, and gunshots mingled together, creating complete chaos.
"Ta-da!"
Chen Zhi quickly found a luxuriously decorated office and shot the door lock.
The next second, bullets rained down from the room.
Chen Zhi had anticipated this, and quickly leaned against the wall, his breathing steady, his chest rising and falling slightly, carefully discerning the rhythm of the gunshots.
The other team members, like him, held their breath and waited for their chance.
After about several tens of seconds, the gunfire stopped abruptly.
Chen Zhi kicked open the wooden door with his foot and threw in a stun grenade filled with magnesium powder and ammonium compounds.
Xiao Chuanshu, standing nearby, was providing him with fire support while holding a light machine gun.
Hiding in the room, Huang Wenhui felt a flash of white light before his eyes, and instantly he could not see anything. His ears were ringing and his head was extremely dizzy.
Before he could react, he was struck hard on the back of the head and immediately lost consciousness.
"Take this guy with you! The boss said he's worth $5 million."
Chen Zhi let out a long sigh and said softly.
Huang Wenhui is the chairman of Yehushanzhuang. He started engaging in telecom fraud in 2011. Over the years, he has controlled nearly 20,000 "piglets" from Annam, China, and Taiwan through fraud and kidnapping.
Those who had been drained of their money and rendered useless by him were either resold to other telecom fraud companies or sent to the high seas to be dismantled, a method that was extremely cruel.
Xiao Chuanshu grinned and tossed Huang Wenhui to the assistants.
Despite his short stature and slender build, Huang Wenhui, who weighs over 160 pounds, was handled like a toy, easily pushed more than a meter away.
"withdraw!"
Chen Zhi called out in a low voice.
He and Xiao Chuanshu rushed ahead, quickly retreating towards the first floor.
Whenever they encountered anyone carrying a gun or weapon, they would fire without hesitation as soon as the person showed their face.
The group cleaned from the sixth floor down to the first floor, their movements swift and efficient.
The snipers hiding in the guard post were also on high alert. If they saw someone take out their phone to make a call, they would immediately pull the trigger to prevent the other party from calling for help.
Chen Zhi quickly rejoined another team, took Huang Wenhui with him, and without looking back, rushed out of the mountain village, jumped into the pickup truck that had been prepared in advance, and sped towards the border between Bagan and East Baki.
They will only be truly safe once they leave the northern part of Bagan.
On the other side.
Carlyle, armed with a NATO triumph HK G3 assault rifle, cleared out all three floors of Building C in just six minutes under the cover of his teammates.
The park security guards who usually swagger around with pistols and stun batons are now mostly lying in pools of blood, their chests riddled with bullet holes.
Some of the smarter ones had already hidden in the piglets' room and dared not come out.
Although there were bound to be some who slipped through the net, Carlisle didn't have time to check them all.
Time is running out for evacuation!
1:07 AM.
Carlisle led his team out of Wild Tiger Manor and sped towards the border.
The team that arrived with 41 members is now down to 35, with 3 members having tragically lost their lives.
Xiao Chuanshu and two other snipers did not retreat with the team. Instead, they found the best sniping spot near the villa and waited for the arrival of the armed group's high-ranking members.
Gunshots and explosions were heard incessantly.
The piglets locked up in the park weren't stupid; they knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to escape.
After a brief discussion, the group of Annamese piglets picked up a gun from the ground and rushed out the gate like madmen.
Humans have a herd mentality.
Although most of the piglets had long lost the courage to escape after being tortured with electric batons, fearing that they would be caught and locked in the water dungeon, who would be willing to stay and wait to die when they saw that everyone else had run away?
Nearly three thousand piglets ran out of the park and scattered in all directions.
Someone managed to steal a car. Although they didn't know where to drive, they figured they could't go wrong by following the main road.
Some people deliberately venture into the forest, but who knows if the inspectors in northern Bagan are reliable?
The main road is easy to travel, but it would be ridiculous to walk right into a trap.
At a training camp six kilometers northwest of the mountain villa, the armed group had already received news of the attack on Wild Tiger Mountain Villa.
"Damn it, who dares to touch my property?!"
Zou Mingchang slammed his hand on the table, cursing under his breath.
He subconsciously believed that other armed groups were eyeing his telecom fraud business and that's why they sent people to cause trouble.
"Boss, all the piglets have run away."
Seeing that Zou Mingchang was still in a daze, his subordinate quickly emphasized it again.
In northern Bagan, a piglet is worth 300,000 to 500,000 kyats. Losing one means losing hundreds of thousands of kyats, which is no small amount.
"Assemble! Bring everyone back to me!"
Upon hearing this, Zou Mingchang finally panicked.
100 piglets are worth 30 to 50 million yuan. He would be heartbroken if even one of them ran away, let alone more than 2,000.
In an instant, more than 800 armed men, armed with rifles and dressed in olive green uniforms, jumped into pickup trucks and sped off towards Wild Tiger Manor.
Upon hearing the gunshots, the local residents were not afraid at all; instead, some ran outside the resort with their phones and started live streaming.
Mimo users in Southeast Asia who were still awake soon received a live stream notification from the platform.
"What are they doing? Going for a run in the middle of the night?"
"Thousands of people jogging together at night? It looks like it's in the mountains."
"Mimo at night is so exciting, there's even a live gunfight?"
"Holy crap! This looks like a telecom fraud industrial park in Bagan, right? Could these people be pigs? Where are the henchmen and gunmen in the park? Why were they let out?"
Knowledgeable netizens immediately offered explanations in the live chat.
Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen pickup trucks burst into the frame and drove into the resort.
Although the footage is blurry, netizens can still see that a heavy machine gun is mounted in the truck bed, and everyone in the truck is carrying a rifle and wearing a uniform green uniform.
"Hey bro! Move forward a couple of steps, you can't see anything from this far away!"
"No, no, no! Blogger, please don't act rashly, your life is the priority!"
"I'll send you a rocket, and zoom in a bit!"
After this netizen finished speaking, he actually sent a rocket worth 1,000 yuan.
Lured by the money, this Bagan local actually crossed the road and stood at the entrance of the park to broadcast live.
It's important to understand that the average person in Bagan earns only a few hundred yuan a month, so a rocket is equivalent to two months' salary for them.
Moreover, telecom fraud companies generally don't target locals.
The main problem is that the people of Bagan are too poor to make any money.
Zou Mingchang got out of the car and asked his subordinates urgently, "How many piglets are left in the park?"
"Boss, there are still over 300 left," the subordinate replied immediately.
There were more than 2,800 people in total. 2,500 of them ran away, and the rest were so scared that they huddled in their dormitories and didn't even dare to run away.
"Notify the patrol station and have them go out on the streets to arrest people."
Upon hearing this, Zou Mingchang's mind went blank.
Losing more than 2,000 piglets is equivalent to losing seven or eight hundred million yuan. Who can withstand that?
On the slope opposite the villa, Xiao Chuanshu, with half a dried chili pepper in his mouth, immediately got up after the two gunshots rang out and quickly retreated with the remaining two teammates along the planned route.
In the live stream, viewers only saw a blurry figure fall straight to the ground with a "thud".
"Dead?! Holy crap!"
"Is that blood or brain matter on the ground?"
"Is it possible that it's a mixture of blood and brain fluid?"
"Thank goodness the image quality is blurry enough, otherwise I would have thrown up!"
Netizens aren't stupid; they immediately realized that someone had been targeted.
The person lying on the ground was Zou Mingchang—his eyes were wide open, and although he was unconscious, his muscles were still twitching.
He, who had dominated northern Bagan for over a decade, died quietly.
God is fair; a bullet through the brain will kill you, no one is an exception!
The next moment, the sounds of machine gun fire and artillery explosions suddenly rang out, startling netizens.
Zou Mingchang's subordinates launched a frenzied counterattack based on the direction from which the bullets came. Dozens of howitzer shells roared out, blasting the earthen slope into a cloud of dust and billowing black smoke.
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"Three? Hmm, I understand. Transfer the money to their designated account."
Inside a luxury hotel in Zibei, Chen Yansen breathed a long sigh of relief after listening to Bai Zhenshan's report.
"Yes, boss," Bai Zhenshan replied.
He really enjoyed working for Chen Yansen because the big boss was principled, willing to pay, and willing to pay high prices.
"By the way, I heard Huang Wenhui really likes driving trains? When we pass through Tianzhu, find a few locals to help him out."
Chen Yansen changed the subject, narrowed his eyes, and sneered.
at the same time.
The central command in Southeast Asia and Europe and the United States received a piece of intelligence: an unidentified combat team had infiltrated a telecom fraud zone in northern Bagan.
Before they could launch a further investigation, less than half an hour later, another message came: Zou Mingchang, the leader of an armed group in northern Bagan, had been assassinated.
"Could it be that China has made a move?"
Upon seeing the news, everyone secretly speculated, finding it difficult to determine the affiliation of this combat team.
Upon hearing this, Li Qingsong, who was far away in Yanjing, immediately launched an investigation to find out where this armed force came from.
As dawn broke, the local Bagan man who had made money through live streaming the night before mustered his courage and sneaked into the Wild Tiger Manor.
He raised his phone and started snapping photos, regardless of whether Mimo users could accept it, and then immediately posted the video online and started a live stream.
"Holy crap! What kind of rubbish is this? It's disgusting!"
"Why the hell did I have to click on that?!"
"Luckily, I usually enjoy watching movies like 'Wrong Turn' and 'The Texas Massacre,' so I can handle this little bit of stuff."
The video was taken down by the platform shortly after it was uploaded, but many netizens had already downloaded and saved it in advance.
The viewers who entered the live stream initially thought they had a high tolerance for vomiting, but they soon found themselves vomiting as well.
Such a bloody scene is simply unbearable for ordinary people.
Corpses were scattered throughout the vast villa.
As soon as the sun came out, flies buzzed around the corpse, and even through the screen, netizens could almost smell the pungent stench.
The Zou family's armed members were all busy capturing the escaped "piglets" and had no time to deal with the bodies, so they just piled them up haphazardly.
Layer upon layer of corpses, covered in blackened bloodstains, were left to bake in the sun.
The Bagan Central Command was displeased with this and immediately ordered Mimo to shut down all related live streams.
If people from overseas saw this scene, who would dare to travel or invest in Bagan in the future?
Mimo's Temasek branch manager readily agreed verbally but dragged his feet on the actual work, only symbolically closing the live stream after viewers had collected enough video material.
But those bloody pictures and videos had already gone viral online.
In peacetime, the death of more than a hundred people at once is an extremely terrifying thing, let alone the fact that the Zou family's armed forces simply piled up the dead gunmen and henchmen in the park.
This scene made millions of netizens around the world feel nauseous, with many leaving comments saying they never want to eat meat again for the next three months or even six months.
The question that everyone is most puzzled about now is: who exactly did it?
The vast majority of netizens believe that China intervened, while others think that internal strife broke out between various armed groups in northern Bagan.
But the leaders of various countries all knew that in less than ten minutes, more than a hundred henchmen were killed and the park was almost completely cleaned up.
Ordinary armed groups don't have that kind of strength!
This is more like the work of highly trained special operations personnel!
Moreover, its combat style is somewhat similar to that of the US Navy SEALs, and also vaguely resembles that of the Hebrew Wild Boys Special Forces.
Intelligence associations from various countries immediately sprang into action, and soon obtained more detailed intelligence from the countries that had infiltrated the deepest parts of Bagan: the bodies of three members of the operation were found at the scene; one was a white man whose nationality could not be determined by his appearance; one had Slavic features; and the other was a black man.
Not China?
The head of the intelligence association was puzzled and immediately ordered an investigation into the source of the weapons used by the three men.
On Douyin (TikTok), thanks to the platform's timely ban, most netizens didn't see overly gory scenes, but they still had a general understanding of the incident, and the comments section quickly erupted into heated debate.
"Do you think it's possible that someone from higher up intervened?"
"Impossible! If you were in the system, or had friends in the system, you would know that if they really wanted to handle this, they would basically conduct a joint special operation with the Bagan Central Command, and would never resort to infiltration or assassination in secret."
"Indeed, this looks more like the work of a small, scattered armed group!"
"Scattered? Didn't you see the analysis by the big V 'Military Pigeon'? This kind of operational capability is stronger than the special forces of many countries."
"The most amazing thing is that they ran away so fast that they didn't leave a single trace!"
"Wait a minute, do you think it might have been Brother Sen who did it? The family members of an employee of Senlian Group just had an accident the day before yesterday, and then this telecom fraud park was targeted and cleared out, with more than a hundred people killed in one go. What a coincidence!"
"Dude upstairs, our Brother Sen has money, but he doesn't have guns! This guess is way too far-fetched, isn't it?"
Netizens were discussing the matter animatedly, but most Chinese netizens felt that the actions of this combat team were righteous.
Thanks to the popular science education provided by Southeast Asian netizens, everyone now knows the inside story of Wild Tiger Villa: what kind of good thing could a telecom fraud company that harms thousands of Chinese people every year be?
It's unclear whether this team is good or bad, but the people from Wild Tiger Manor are definitely all bad.
At 3:30 p.m., a Gulfstream G550 landed at Luzhou Xinqiao Airport.
Chen Yansen stepped off the gangway, got into the waiting Hongqi L5, and drove towards Bihu Yunxi.
At the same time.
In a no-man's-land bordering India, East Bagan, and Bagan, in a dilapidated house with drafts coming from all sides, Huang Wenhui lay sprawled on a wooden table, his hands and feet firmly strapped to the chair.
Carlisle grinned; he hadn't expected such a pleasant surprise during his business trip.
In order to save his life, Huang Wenhui handed over all of his $28 million in unregistered bank deposits and 27,000 Bitcoins.
Of course, this is only part of his net worth; the rest is mostly fixed assets left in Bagan.
"Mr. Huang, my boss heard that you really enjoy driving trains. Since you've been so cooperative, you absolutely have to be rewarded."
Carlyle said this meaningfully, then clapped his hands.
The door was pushed open, and three dark-skinned Indian men were pushed in, each with red eyes and an unusually excited expression.
If Chen Yansen were here, he would definitely be able to tell that all three of them had taken the little blue pills to enhance their mood.
"What...what do you mean?"
Huang Wenhui felt a chill run down his spine and asked in a trembling voice.
Carlisle didn't say anything, but took out his phone and started recording.
The next second, the three Indians pounced on Huang Wenhui.
There was no way around it; Huang Wenhui was used to a life of luxury and had fair skin. In India, fair skin was a sign of a high caste, which had a strange stimulating effect on these lower-caste men.
Not long after, Huang Wenhui’s shrill screams came from the room.
"It's normal for it to hurt a little the first time."
Chen Zhi pushed open the door, glanced inside, and chuckled as he spoke.
Carlisle recorded for a few minutes, then handed the phone to Chen Zhi, who went outside to contact headquarters to confirm the airline node for leaving East Pakistan.
The next day, a 13-minute video circulated online via email.
The former owner of Wild Tiger Manor was tortured beyond recognition, and at the end of the video, a burst of gunfire rang out.
After seeing this video, all the owners of the telecom fraud parks in Bagan felt a chill run down their spines and trembled with fear.
They all recognized the person in the video as Huang Wenhui, the chairman of Wild Tiger Manor.
Others may not know, but they know very well that the Senlian Group possesses armed forces and is a dominant force in East Africa, on par with the three security giants Blackwater, Securitas, and GardaWorld.
But now they are caught in a dilemma: should they continue their telecom fraud business?
Is Senlian Group's behavior targeting only Wild Tiger Manor, or all telecom fraud companies?
Dear godfathers, thank you for your support in October. I was a bit lax this month, only managing to update 311,000 words, barely managing to update 10,000 words a day.
I also took my first break from writing this book. Thank you all for your understanding. I'll try to maintain a daily output of 10,000 words next month and catch up on the chapters I owed.
Love you all, muah!
(End of this chapter)
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