Chapter Thirty-Four: Bloodstained
The fragments of intelligence transmitted by Qianxu Wuyun, like key pieces of a puzzle, fell into the hands of Meng She. Inside a safe house deep in the shadows of London within BXX, Morse Black—the Dream Snake—stood before a massive city map.
The map is marked with a complex network of routes and outposts, with several transport lines leading to the industrial area in the north of the city highlighted in red.
He held the small, coded note between his fingers, his emerald eyes gleaming with a cold, precise light, like a venomous snake calculating the angle of a fatal blow.
“Three backup channels… dynamic passwords… three preset gathering points… ‘Raven Feather’ codebook…” He repeated the keywords on the note in a low voice, a cold smile curving his lips. “Xu Yue, your little butterfly has really brought you a great gift.”
He didn't need a complete plan; these fragments were enough. He understood the way the Xuyue Organization operated and the logical habits of Gongyang Yandaosi in building their defense systems.
These scattered pieces of information were enough for him to deduce, in reverse, the core response measures and material and personnel transfer routes that the Moon Organization would most likely take when faced with a major threat.
What he was going to do was not a full-scale offensive, but a precise and ruthless surgical strike aimed at causing maximum casualties, destroying key resources, and creating the first visible crack in the seemingly impenetrable shell of the Syrian Lunar Organization.
The target was identified as a supply route responsible for transporting a shipment of critical munitions and sophisticated communication equipment to a backup safe house in the north of the city. This route was not a main artery and appeared to be concealed, but intelligence analysis revealed that it precisely matched the characteristics of a "backup passage" and a "pre-established rendezvous point" supply line.
Meng She judged that after being subjected to a probing attack, the Xuyue organization was very likely to activate its backup plan and accelerate the dispersal and concealment of key resources.
The ambush site was chosen in a narrow passage under an abandoned railway bridge in the middle of the route. Visibility was limited here, making it easy to hide, and it was a crucial passage where vehicles had to slow down.
The time was set for midnight three days later. The night was dark and the wind was high; all was silent.
Dream Serpent mobilized his most elite action team, codenamed "Shadow Reapers." They excelled in infiltration, demolition, and close-quarters assault, moving with lightning speed and ruthless as wolves.
The instructions were simple and clear: maximize the killing of escort personnel, completely destroy the transport vehicles and cargo, leave no survivors, do not linger in battle, and disappear like a ghost after completion.
Meanwhile, within the Xuyue organization, under the command of Gongyang and the intelligence monitoring of Muye, everything seemed to be proceeding smoothly.
With fortifications strengthened and intelligence networks on high alert, West Asia's rapid response teams are like unsheathed blades, ready to strike down any invading enemy.
Under Mu Ye's guidance, Zhong Si diligently analyzed the massive amount of information, trying to find clues about BXX. However, his inner unease grew like weeds. He had a sense of foreboding, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
The transport mission was handled by a team of experienced operatives led by a veteran of the organization, codenamed "Grey Falcon." They set off quietly in the dead of night, following a pre-arranged plan; the vehicle had been specially modified for a smooth and quiet ride.
The route was personally planned by Ram, taking into account safety and secrecy. Before departure, everyone double-checked the dynamic passwords and emergency contact information. Everything seemed flawless.
However, they were heading towards an elaborately woven death trap.
As the three trucks of the transport convoy slowly drove into the shadows beneath the abandoned railway bridge, something unexpected happened!
Boom!!!
With a deafening roar, the lead truck was violently thrown upwards, its chassis ripped open by a pre-placed high explosive, and flames and thick smoke instantly engulfed the front of the vehicle.
Almost simultaneously, the last truck was also overturned by the explosion, blocking its escape route. The middle truck braked sharply, its tires screeching on the rough ground, but it was already trapped.
Gunshots rang out like popping beans! Dozens of dark figures instantly emerged from behind the railway bridge piers and on top of abandoned carriages, their submachine guns spitting fire, weaving a dense crossfire net, accurately and ruthlessly raining down on the chaotic escort team.
As soon as "Grey Falcon" opened the car door, before he could even raise his gun to return fire, he was struck in the chest by several bullets and fell to the ground without uttering a sound.
Other team members attempted to resist using the wreckage of the vehicle, but their resistance proved futile and short-lived under overwhelming firepower and a premeditated ambush.
Screams, gunshots, and explosions echoed in the narrow space, and the air quickly filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder.
The battle, or rather the massacre, was nearing its end in just a few minutes.
The ambushers moved as swiftly as they appeared, disappearing silently into the darkness after confirming the target was completely destroyed, leaving behind a scene of carnage and burning vehicle wreckage.
When Xiya's rapid response team received the devastating news and rushed to the scene like an angry red storm, all they found was a hellish sight.
The burning truck frame, like a giant torch, illuminated the scattered, mutilated corpses.
Blood stained the ground, pooling into small streams. The air was thick with the nauseating smell of burning and the heavy, pungent odor of rust. Their carefully prepared munitions and equipment had long since vanished.
Sia stood in the center of the carnage, his red hair glowing like burning blood in the firelight. He didn't roar or howl; he simply clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, drawing blood.
His body trembled slightly from extreme rage, and his red eyes, which always burned with an arrogant flame, were now as cold as polar ice, sweeping over each familiar face that fell, finally settling on the unseeing face of "Grey Falcon".
These were his brothers-in-arms, the very force upon which the organization depended for survival. Now, they were discarded here like trash.
"Inspect the scene! See what those bastards left behind!" His voice was hoarse and low, yet it carried a chilling murderous intent.
Suppressing their grief and anger, the team members began a thorough search. However, the scene was unusually "clean."
Aside from shell casings and explosion marks, almost no physical evidence could be found that directly pointed to the attacker. This overly professional "tidiness" itself was a strong signal.
When the news reached headquarters, it was like a bombshell.
Gongyang Yandaosi's face turned deathly pale instantly. He barely managed to stand by holding onto the table, his silver-gray eyes filled with shock, grief, and a hint of... disbelief.
He personally devised the defense plan and confirmed the route, so why was he ambushed with such precision?
Mu sat in front of her intelligence terminal, her face paler than usual. She quickly retrieved all relevant surveillance footage and signal records from before and after the incident, her fingers flying across the keyboard, but the more she checked, the more her brows furrowed.
Without warning or any unusual large-scale mobilization signals, the attackers appeared and disappeared like ghosts. What level of precise intelligence and thorough understanding of one's own operational patterns must have required for this?
A terrible thought, like a venomous snake, crept into the minds of every core member: there was a traitor among them.
Otherwise, it's impossible to explain why the enemy was able to strike their vital point so precisely. Those who knew the details of the alternative routes and contingency plans were extremely few.
The moment Zhong Si heard the devastating news, he was struck dumb, frozen in place, his blood seemingly freezing.
His violet eyes were wide open, filled with fear and... a vague premonition from the depths of his soul.
He suddenly remembered what he had rambled on about the contingency plan to Qianxu Wuyun a few days ago in that secluded corner… Back then, it was just to seek comfort, to prove the organization's strength… Could it be… could it be…
Overwhelmed by immense fear and guilt, he was nearly suffocated.
His face turned deathly pale, and he subconsciously looked towards Xiya, only to meet Xiya's scrutinizing gaze, filled with an indescribable sorrow. That gaze struck Zhong Si like a bolt of lightning, making him tremble all over, hurriedly lower his head, his heart pounding wildly.
Indeed, doubts arose in West Asia.
His gaze swept across the faces of everyone present, his expression a sharp, eagle-like scrutiny beneath the grief and anger. He knew that few people had access to the core contingency plans.
Gongyang, Muye, Xuyue… and… Zhong Si, who was recently granted access to more information. Although he didn’t want to believe it, reason told him that he had to consider any possibility.
Looking at Zhong Si's panicked and pale face, doubts spread through his mind like a shadow. Did this child... unintentionally say something to that mysterious Qian Xu Wuyun?
Xu Yue stood by the railing on the second floor, looking down at the crowd below, filled with an atmosphere of grief and suspicion.
Her face was expressionless, like a rock covered in ice and snow, but deep within her gray eyes surged a raging storm. The losses were devastating, but even more terrifying was the erosion of the foundation of internal trust.
She knew better than anyone that an organization rotting from within was far more deadly than an external attack.
“Clean up the scene and comfort the families of the fallen.” Her voice broke the suffocating silence, cold and steady, carrying an unquestionable authority. “Gongyang, reassess all security procedures. Muye, expand the search area. I need to know how they did it. Xiya…” She paused, her gaze falling on the red-haired man, “Keep your men under control. Now is not the time to let anger cloud your judgment.”
Her commands were clear and calm, forcefully pulling the situation back from the brink of spiraling out of control. But the tension in the air, the tension of "suspicion," had been stretched to its limit. Unspoken questions, like ghosts, hovered in everyone's hearts.
The first major casualty not only brought physical losses, but also cast a deep and irreparable shadow over the Xuyue Organization, a close-knit group considered a "family." Once a rift in trust forms, it spreads like a plague. And this blood-soaked ambush on Raven Road was the beginning of it all.
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