At thirty, I started my comeback from the intelligence system.

"You don't know anything! Brother Hao has his own ideas... Hey, let's not talk about this anymore, keep an eye on things, don't let them really die."

Two men dressed in dirty overalls, looking like thugs, walked over, cursing and swearing.

Police! Seriously injured!

Chen Geng's heart skipped a beat, and his blood almost rushed to his head!

He immediately slipped behind a pile of rusty iron pipes and held his breath.

The two thugs walked to the door of the innermost warehouse, which was extremely dilapidated, with its iron door tightly closed and windows boarded up. They looked around and then knocked on the door rhythmically.

The small window on the iron gate opened, revealing a wary face.

After checking, the person inside opened the door, two thugs went in, and the door quickly closed again.

This is it! Yang Yongchao must be inside!

Moreover, judging from their conversation, Yang Yongchao's condition is extremely bad!

Chen Geng's heart was pounding, and his palms were sweating profusely.

He must immediately inform Zhao Longsheng and Mu Xueke!

But the security here is clearly much tighter; judging from the conversation just now, there are at least some guards inside. Forcing our way in won't work.

He quietly retreated, found a relatively safe corner, pressed the microphone, and said in a very low voice:

"Brother Zhao, Xiao An, I found him! At the westernmost end of Block B, in the row of warehouses near the old office building, it's the third one from the south. The iron door is tightly shut, and the windows are sealed. There are at least three guards inside. Captain Yang is in bad shape; we must rescue him immediately!"

Zhao Longsheng's steady voice immediately came through the earpiece:

"Understood. I'm not far from you, I'll come meet you right away. Don't make any rash moves."

Mu Xueke's voice followed immediately, tinged with urgency:

"Chen Geng, are you sure Officer Yang is inside? I need concrete evidence before Uncle Wang's men can be mobilized."

"It's pretty much confirmed. I overheard the guards' conversation. But we need to confirm that Captain Yang is still alive, and it would be best to take a picture," Chen Geng said in a low voice.

"Understood. Once Brother Zhao arrives, you guys figure out a way to confirm. I'll be ready at any time," Mu Xueke said.

A few minutes later, Zhao Longsheng appeared beside Chen Geng like a ghost, covered in dust, but with eyes as sharp as knives.

"I checked. There's an exhaust fan window at the back of the warehouse. The wooden planks are loose, and you can see part of the inside. But the angle isn't good; someone needs to distract the person in front."

"How do we attract them?" Chen Geng asked.

Zhao Longsheng glanced around, his gaze settling on a pile of abandoned oil drums not far away, a cold smile curving his lips:

"Just create a little 'accident'! Chen Geng, go to the back window and get ready to take a picture. I'll go to the front and 'help' them out!"

After saying that, he crouched down and quickly crept towards the front of the warehouse.

Chen Geng immediately went around to the back of the warehouse and found the exhaust fan window.

The wooden board was indeed a bit loose. He carefully pried open a gap, adjusted his phone camera to silent and night mode, and leaned in.

The warehouse was dimly lit and filled with the smells of mold and blood.

There were some tattered cotton wadding on the ground. A figure was curled up in the corner, covered in blood, with a flushed face, and unconscious. It was Yang Yongchao!

His left arm was bent unnaturally, and he had multiple bruises and wounds on his face and body. His breathing was weak and rapid.

There was a half-empty bottle of water next to it.

There were three guards; two were playing cards near the entrance, while the third was dozing off against the wall.

It's now!

Just as Chen Geng was about to take a picture, a loud crash came from in front of the warehouse, like the sound of a heavy object collapsing, followed by a man's exclamation and angry curses!

"Damn it! Who was so blind as to knock over that oil drum?!"

"Quick, look! It might be on fire!"

The three guards in the warehouse were instantly alerted. The two who were playing cards immediately dropped their cards, grabbed the steel pipe and machete beside them, and looked warily towards the door. The one who had been dozing off also jumped up.

"Third brother, go out and see what's going on!" a guard who seemed to be a minor leader ordered.

The dozing guard reluctantly responded, picked up an iron bar, cursed, opened the iron gate, and went out.

An opportunity! Just as the remaining two guards were distracted by the commotion at the door and turned their backs to Yang Yongchao, Chen Geng quickly adjusted his angle and pressed the shutter repeatedly, clearly capturing the situation inside the warehouse, Yang Yongchao's miserable state, and the profiles of the two guards.

I had already added their contact information before departure, and immediately sent the photos to Mu Xueke via my phone.

"Received! Image is clear! I'll contact Uncle Wang immediately!" Mu Xueke said urgently.

Almost simultaneously, a short, muffled groan came from outside the warehouse, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Then, Zhao Longsheng's calm voice came through the earpiece: "Take care of one at the door. There are two more inside. Chen Geng, guard the back window, don't let them escape from the back. I'm coming in."

Before he could finish speaking, the warehouse's iron door was violently kicked open!

A black figure swept in like a whirlwind, rushing straight at the two guards who had just reacted!

The battle erupted instantly inside the cramped, dilapidated warehouse!

Zhao Longsheng's movements were as fast as lightning and as ruthless as thunder.

The moment he burst into the warehouse, without any fancy words, he charged straight at the guard who was closest to the door and turned around in astonishment, like a cannonball!

The guard only had time to raise the steel pipe in his hand before Zhao Longsheng was already close by!

With his left hand, he gripped the opponent's wrist holding the stick like an iron clamp and twisted it downwards, while his right palm flashed and slashed below the opponent's Adam's apple!

A swift and decisive killing move!

The guard's eyes bulged out, he made two hoarse sounds, and collapsed limply, the steel pipe clattering to the ground.

The other guard had finally realized what was happening. He roared and swung his machete diagonally down at Zhao Longsheng!

The blade flashed coldly in the dim light.

Instead of retreating, Zhao Longsheng advanced, sidestepped the blade, grabbed the opponent's wrist with his left hand, and twisted his body like a fish, executing a standard over-the-shoulder throw!

The guard's body was swung through the air and slammed heavily onto the dusty cement ground with a dull thud that made your teeth ache. The machete flew out of his hand.

Zhao Longsheng flicked his toe, kicking the cleaver far away, while simultaneously pressing his right knee hard against the guard's chest!

"Snap!"

A clear cracking sound accompanied the guard's pig-like scream, but the scream lasted only half a second before Zhao Longsheng chopped it off in the throat with a precise chop.

The second guard also completely lost consciousness!

The entire process, from breaking down the door to taking down the two men, took only six or seven seconds.

Zhao Longsheng's movements were fluid and swift, each move deadly, without the slightest hesitation; it was the most direct and effective battlefield combat technique.

Without even glancing at the two unconscious men on the ground, he rushed to Yang Yongchao, who was huddled in the corner.

He checked Yang Yongchao's breathing; it was extremely weak, and his forehead was burning hot to the touch. Yang Yongchao's face was abnormally flushed, his lips were dry, cracked, and bleeding, his left arm was swollen and deformed, and the wounds on his body were showing signs of infection in the dirty environment. His condition was extremely critical.

"Officer Yang! Yang Yongchao! Can you hear me?"