Old Mo, who was at the front of the group, suddenly waved his right hand, as if a general commanding thousands of troops was issuing an order.
Everyone seemed to be frozen in place, instantly stopping their hurried steps forward.
The surroundings were pitch black, as if even the moonlight had been swallowed up by the deep night. Only the occasional sound of the wind and the faint chirping of insects in the distance broke the deathly silence.
Old Mo held his breath tightly, not daring to make a sound, for fear of alerting any potential danger.
He stared intently, observing the movements ahead as silently as an owl in the night.
Time passed by, and the surroundings remained quiet, as if nothing unusual had happened.
After confirming that everything was safe, Lao Mo slowly turned around to face the twenty or so figures behind him who looked tense yet full of anticipation.
His face appeared somewhat gloomy in the darkness, but his deep voice conveyed an undeniable air of authority.
"Brothers, we're at our destination for this mission!"
If anyone dares to mess up today, don't blame me for being ruthless! If we pull off this job, I'll immediately take everyone and fly away, straight abroad. Then we can finally escape this life of constant fear and shady dealings!
Old Mo's words ignited the long-suppressed desires and longings in everyone's hearts like a fire. Their breathing became more and more rapid with excitement, and their heavy panting intertwined into a unique symphony in the darkness.
"Brother Mo, you can rest assured! We'd rather face anything than go through fire and water for you!"
Someone in the crowd shouted this first, which was then followed by a chorus of responses.
"That's right, Brother Mo! We're all tough guys, what haven't we seen? Anyone who backs down in the face of battle isn't a son of a bitch!"
Another rough voice rang out, its tone full of determination and courage.
...
Everyone lowered their voices and rushed to express their unwavering loyalty to Lao Mo.
Although the light was dim, it was easy to see from the determined look in their eyes that they had staked their entire fortune and lives on this high-stakes gamble.
Old Mo nodded inwardly at the performance of these lackeys, indicating that he was fairly satisfied.
After all, these guys were no pushovers; they were all desperate criminals with nowhere else to turn, just like him. They had no other way to survive except to follow him to the bitter end.
"very good!"
Old Mo nodded approvingly, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes, and said loudly.
"In that case, let's do something big, and show the boss up there who's really capable of accomplishing great things!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly waved his arm, and the rabble behind him followed him like a tide, silently making their way towards the textile factory not far away.
Panlong's textile factory is currently the largest textile industry giant in China, covering an area of over 100 acres.
With only a few dozen men, they would need advanced modern weapons and equipment like tanks, airplanes, and artillery to completely destroy the entire textile factory.
However, that would no longer be just an ordinary terrorist attack, but a full-blown act of war!
With their strength and abilities, they are clearly far from reaching that level.
Therefore, after careful consideration, Lao Mo finally decided to target the core area of the entire textile factory—that is, the towering Panlong Textile Factory office building.
In the dead of night, the clock quietly struck three in the morning. At this moment, the factory area seemed to be shrouded in a veil of tranquility, utterly silent, without even a breath of wind, as still as a stagnant pool of water.
Just last night, a shocking case occurred here, and it still leaves people with lingering fear. As a result, the factory had to temporarily suspend production, and all the factory buildings are now empty, without a single person in sight.
The once bustling textile factory, filled with the roar of its machines, now seems to have lost its vitality and fallen into a deep sleep.
The dim streetlights, like lonely night watchmen, cast scattered, weak light on the staggered buildings, creating patches of dappled shadows.
Occasionally, a group of security guards would patrol by with neat but slightly heavy steps, the beams of their flashlights flickering in the darkness like the light of fleeting ghosts.
Even though it was late at night, a few windows in the office building located at the northernmost end of the factory area still emitted a faint light.
The faint light stood out starkly against the dark night, clearly indicating that even at this moment, there were still some diligent staff members working tirelessly at their posts.
Just then, Lao Mo led a few people over the wall like ghosts.
Meanwhile, their accomplices outside the wall quickly passed heavy bags of explosives down the wall.
They moved nimbly and cautiously, afraid of making the slightest sound and attracting the attention of others.
After all the explosives were brought in, Lao Mo and the others began to systematically place these powerful explosive charges against the back wall of the office building.
One by one, they carefully placed each explosive charge in place, and then skillfully connected all the fuses together to form a long fuse that was more than ten meters long.
The fuse meandered outwards, extending all the way outside the wall, so that once lit, it would ensure they could escape the scene instantly, unaffected by the explosion.
By the time the fuse ignites the explosive charge, they will have already escaped the scene and will not be injured by the collapsed building. Nor will they be discovered.
Because of the office building's cover, no one noticed the group's criminal activities, and they successfully placed the explosives.
After carefully checking and confirming that everything was correct, Lao Mo waved his hand dismissively.
"withdraw!"
The people inside the wall immediately followed the order and climbed over the wall to escape.
"Hmph!"
Old Mo sneered and followed the crowd as they scaled the wall and left the factory area.
Outside the wall, long wicks of medicine hung down to the ground, and to be on the safe side, a large bucket of gasoline was poured on the ground as well.
They had made ample preparations in advance for tonight's plans.
Once that gasoline is ignited, no one in the world can stop the explosion.
After doing all this, everyone slowly retreated. Only Old Mo remained not far away.
He raised his hand to look at his watch; it was 2:52, eight minutes earlier than planned.
If it's earlier, then so be it. Nobody says it can't be earlier.
A cruel sneer appeared on Old Mo's lips as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter.
With a "click," a dark red flame rose from the darkness.
The lighter flame flickered, illuminating Old Mo's face like a sinister ghost mask.
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