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Chapter 114: Chapter 109: Night Raid
Dongdu Port, cargo terminal.
The cargo containers are stacked like mountains, crisscrossed and maze-like, shielding from prying external views.
A convoy of four cargo trucks slowly drives in low gear, trying to keep a low profile.
Yet, the roaring engine noise still recklessly disrupts the quiet, tranquil atmosphere.
In the darkness, a beam of flashlight trembles in the distance.
Following the direction guided by the light, the convoy enters an alley made of giant containers and slowly passes through.
After taking several turns, a brightly lit scene suddenly emerges ahead.
It’s a large warehouse with a dozen burly men in black suits and headsets patrolling back and forth at the entrance.
After arriving at the destination, the truck doors are flung open, and a group of people jump out.
These individuals are armed with submachine guns and light machine guns—real firepower.
They look more like vicious bandits than legitimate cargo escort personnel.
"Main Hall finally decides to send more people, just missing those two protectors..."
Wu Shihao leans in front of the window, looking down at the scene below, muttering to himself.
"Why use a butcher’s knife to kill a chicken? The two of us guarding here is enough!"
An arrogant voice comes from behind him.
A young man in a black tight suit, holding a samurai sword, is practicing moves in the air.
Although his sword swinging is slow, the blade still produces a piercing tremor as it cuts through the air.
Beside him, a muscular man sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, drinks red wine and chuckles:
"I’m quite looking forward to the Three Wolves Gang’s hidden assassin, hoping he won’t disappoint me..."
His relaxed and comfortable demeanor seems as if he is here on vacation.
Wu Shihao helplessly shakes his head internally.
These two are not his subordinates, but supervisors sent by the Main Hall, mainly responsible for ensuring the safety of the goods.
That includes the girls, and—the "Experimental Body".
Thinking of this,
Wu Shihao can’t help but cast his gaze toward the large glass container in the center of the room, resembling a coffin.
This is the private office on the third floor of the warehouse.
Including office areas, reception rooms, living quarters, not only are the facilities complete, but the defense is also very strict.
Wu Shihao has been living here for two days.
Apart from taking the cargo mission very seriously, he also harbors thoughts of using others to eliminate an enemy.
After all, it’s unrealistic for the Main Hall to send masters to kill a personal enemy for him.
But if this enemy has threatened the gang’s important mission, it’s a different situation.
Wu Shihao can legitimately use the organization’s power to eliminate a major concern for himself.
Knock, knock.
The office door is knocked, and Wu Shihao’s trusted subordinate with long hair subsequently pushes the door and comes in.
He quickly walks to Wu Shihao’s side and whispers a few words.
"Understood."
After hearing the report from the long-haired subordinate, Wu Shihao nods and instructs:
"Let the lawyer handle it first; I will find a suitable scapegoat to take the blame."
The issue they discussed was the aftermath of a crackdown on the human organ trade Black Market.
Now, the police are applying to temporarily seal Wu’s Trading Company on suspicion of engaging in illegal organized crime and search for related illegal evidence.
Wu Shihao is not flustered by this.
Similar incidents have occurred before.
These black industries are almost entirely managed by his subordinates, while he just draws profits.
As for the financial books, there are professional accountants who keep them pristine.
In today’s rule-of-law society, everything is based on evidence; you cannot just accuse someone without proof based on an informant’s word.
It’s just unfortunate that Madman Hui died too quickly, otherwise, there wouldn’t be so much trouble.
At this moment, what Wu Shihao is most concerned about is the specific whereabouts of the assassin.
Since Madman Hui’s den was breached, the warehouse address must have also been obtained by the adversary.
Perhaps tonight, or maybe tomorrow night, they should be coming here...
With this thought, Wu Shihao immediately steps up to the office desk.
He observes through several rows of CCTV monitors on the wall, watching the gang’s most professional gunmen set up guard positions in every corner of the warehouse.
After scrutinizing for a moment, Wu Shihao feels much more at ease.
As long as the firepower is fierce, he doesn’t believe anyone can be strong enough to not fear bullets, even wearing bulletproof vests.
Of course—
He has indeed seen individuals who can physically withstand bullets.
But they, certainly do not fall within the range of normal people!
Wu Shihao turns his head, casting his gaze towards the "monster" lying in the glass container, murmuring:
"This Experimental Body is really starting to look more and more like a monster..."
.........
In the chilly night of Lingang District, skyscrapers stand tall amidst colorful lights.
Amidst them stands a building towering like an isolated island in the ocean,
On the edge of the rooftop.
Fang Cheng stands on the concrete railing, looking toward the port direction.
The high-altitude air current, mingling with a few drops of freezing rain, howls and wets his face, blowing his hair into disarray.
Moments later, he draws back his gaze.
He jumps back onto the rooftop and swiftly removes his outer coat.
Then he takes out an all-black Combat Suit from the bag and changes into it.
Next, he inserts 7 magazines into the magazine pouches on his chest and waist.
Finally, he places the Butterfly Knife on the tactical belt.
Once fully equipped, he seems to completely blend into the darkness.
