night
Around 11 a.m., more than forty white flowers appeared in the tranquil sky above the Strait of Malacca.
Looking down at the earth, it's dotted with stars.
Meanwhile, Malaysian defense radar detected many targets approaching their territory.
Judging from its slow, leisurely trajectory, it doesn't look like a missile or anything like that; it looks more like some kind of bird migrating.
Do birds fly at night?
Now that it's been detected, let's send a helicopter over to take a look.
Following ground guidance, the special operations team arrived at the designated location. In addition to their own defensive weapons, they also had to go to a designated location to retrieve their equipment.
After landing, the special forces soldiers quickly retracted their parachutes, assembled at the designated meeting point, and then entered the mountains by vehicle.
All kinds of special operations equipment are hidden in the mountains and forests.
Zhao Shanhai looked at the young man in front of him, smiled, and shook hands with him: "Thank you for your hard work. Have you translated the list, photos, and address coordinates?"
"It was taken care of shortly after we received your message. The main members of the church here are all public figures and easy to find."
Zhao Shanhai nodded in satisfaction, then turned and ordered someone to fetch the materials and distribute them.
Then Zhao Shanhai heard the young man say, "During major festivals, the troupe also comes out to do good deeds and carry out public memorial activities."
"Aren't they afraid of retaliation for being so open about it?" Zhao Shanhai asked curiously.
“Generally not. They are mostly local conflicts, and the disputes are very minor. Moreover, they are well-received when they do good deeds. They only unite when there are conflicts with the indigenous people; among their own people, they mostly negotiate and mediate,” the young man explained.
"Thank you. You can check your account; it might have already arrived."
"Okay." The young man happily took out his phone and started making calls to confirm.
Zhao Shanhai walked up to a special forces soldier: "Polev! How's the preparation going?"
The person asking the question was the commander of the special forces team, who had extensive experience in combat command, including real combat.
After returning home from the Soviet-Afghan War, he also gained experience in several special operations.
“No problem, boss. We only have three hours. We can resolve the situation and rescue the hostages quickly,” Polev said.
Special operations emphasize speed; once the target is identified, the operation must be swift and decisive. Furthermore, it requires several crucial elements: intelligence, target location, equipment, and an escape route.
It's another 20 kilometers to our destination. The vehicles are ready—seven in total: four trucks and three cars.
Polev assigned the task: the 30 men were divided into four groups. First, they were to take the captured people to the parts factory, and then kill them once the hostages were found.
Finding old tea leaves wasn't their job, since the team's goals were too big.
This night was destined to be a night of slaughter.
Zhao Shanhai arrived at the parts factory with his men. Only a few locals were on night duty. Without saying a word, they killed them.
After sending people to search and confirming that no one was there, Zhao Shanhai went to his office to wait for news.
The special operations teams quickly located the homes of the main members of the gang using the translated maps and information.
There were seven people in total, three of whom were the leaders. They all had underlings living in their houses, which served as a form of protection for them.
Malacca may seem large, but it's actually more like a small town, with very dense populations and people of different races living separately.
The quiet night was disturbed by the dense sound of firecrackers, waking many people up.
But after being surprised, she still went to sleep.
In Malaysia, there is also a custom of setting off firecrackers and fireworks, a tradition brought by the Chinese.
Coincidentally, the two Heavenly Societies were holding a ceremony to worship the Heavenly God. They set up a large tent and filled the altar with roasted pig, roasted duck, fish, and fruits.
Hearing the firecrackers, I thought someone's child was causing trouble.
Some people muttered a few curses and then lay down to sleep, but others sensed something was wrong and chose to call the police.
The target was seven, but only five showed up. As for the other two, needless to say, they resisted fiercely and were all eliminated.
The association's president, Lin Guixiang, was kneeling in front of a man with a receding hairline, and said in a panic, "Brother, is there some misunderstanding?"
"Don't you know if it's a misunderstanding?" Zhao Shanhai stared intently at the refined-looking man in his fifties in front of him. He looked very elegant, but he was full of wicked thoughts.
According to intelligence reports, this person is some kind of Datuk.
Dato' Seri was conferred the title by the Sultan here, and the title Sultan means king.
It seems that each state in Malaysia has a Sultan, and the entire country elects a King of Malaysia, who is chosen from among the Sultans of each state. It seems that anyone who is a member of the royal family can take turns being the King.
It's not that the throne is inherited only after the Sultan dies. Rather, it's that while alive, some people feel that being the Great Sultan is meaningless, so they go back to their own territories to continue being the Lesser Sultan. As for whoever wants to be the Great Sultan, let them be.
The title of Datuk is just an honorary title that symbolizes status. You might be able to get it if you do more good deeds.
Doing good deeds mainly involves building bridges and roads, doing some charity work, and spending money to smooth things over with Sudan. There are only one or two spots available each year, and the limited number of spots makes them seem precious.
But later on, it turned out that anyone with money could get the title of Datuk.
Why become a Datuk? Isn't it all for the money? Often, the chaos in Malaysia is invisible to ordinary people; only the locals can truly understand it.
Lin Guixiang racked his brains but couldn't figure out how he had offended these people. Moreover, these people didn't seem to be locals. There are quite a few foreigners in Malaysia, but they wouldn't gather so many people, all equipped with tactical gear. Even the Malaysian regular army doesn't have such a complete set of equipment.
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