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Chapter 115 Night Raid, Technological Overwhelm (3rd Update, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

In Xiong Baitao's luxurious residence late at night, several dishes were laid out on the coffee table to accompany drinks.

Leaning back on the sofa, he crossed his legs and examined the wine glass in his hand.

His body remained motionless, as if lost in thought.

Liu San'er tilted his head back and took a sip of wine: "Brother, you're just too tolerant, too polite to that Tan fellow!"

He looked like he wanted to skin the person alive.

Those were two small yellow croakers!

If you give it to him, he'd not only give up two names, he'd even give away his wife without a problem!

But the man surnamed Tan made outrageous demands, asking for five small yellow croakers.

Moreover, payment must be made in full at once, otherwise the name and position of the underground party member will not be revealed!

There are many people working in the municipal government, and without knowing the specific information, it's impossible to find out.

Otherwise, if the action is too drastic and causes chaos and panic in the city, even the stationmaster will be caught in the crossfire!

To get information, you really have to coax them.

After all, the other party has already defected to the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, so they should be given preferential treatment.

If torture is used simply because the perpetrator is unwilling to pay, and this gets out, who will still believe the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics' promises?

They wouldn't dare do something so against the rules.

At least, they wouldn't dare do it openly.

So Liu San'er should have stayed at the inn, but he came here specifically to report on this matter.

We need to wait for the eldest brother to make a decision.

Xiong Baitao twirled the cup in his hand, then slowly brought it to his lips and took a sip.

His gaze sharpened, a resolute look appearing in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Give it to him!"

"Give it to him?" Liu San'er was stunned. "But—we don't have the money. The General Affairs Department is holding back the approval."

The invoices had been submitted earlier, but the General Affairs Department kept delaying, which led to the team's financial difficulties.

Xiong Baitao's eyes darted around, and he ordered in a deep voice, "Tomorrow, take some men to Scarface's opium den. Whether it's a frame-up or a false accusation, get me some leverage and get those three scoundrels out of there!"

Xiong Baitao's gaze was resolute; in order to raise money, he directly set his sights on the gang.

It's a do-or-die situation.

Gangs that have the ability to run opium dens all have powerful backers.

Although the Nationalist government issued an order to ban opium, it was merely empty talk.

The opium dens on the main street were openly operating.

Without big shots investing, it simply wouldn't have been able to get started.

Therefore, trying to get money from opium dens is undoubtedly very dangerous and can easily offend people.

If the gang is really pushed too far, it's not impossible that they might stand guard at the door in the middle of the night and shoot them with submachine guns.

In the past, Xiong Baitao really wouldn't have dared to break this rule.

However, with the current situation turbulent and high-ranking officials busy making money and fleeing, they have no time to care about these matters.

Moreover, with the situation extremely urgent, Xiong Baitao has invested all his savings in this operation.

If you don't make enough contributions, wouldn't you be losing out big time?

As long as we can seize this opportunity to arrest a large number of underground party members, everything else will be fine.

"Damn Yao Qinghai, if it weren't for his deliberate delay in reimbursing expenses..."

How could I not even be able to get three small yellow croakers!

In his attempt to suppress his colleagues, he missed a crucial opportunity in the battle.

"Those surnamed Yao are traitors to the Party and the state!"

Xiong Baitao's eyes were bloodshot, and his distorted face was full of anger.

The relationship between the head of the general affairs department and the deputy stationmaster has reached a freezing point in their competition for the position.

He even publicly criticized the action team for spending too much money on several occasions during meetings.

Therefore, every expense report is strictly reviewed, and various excuses are used to delay the process as much as possible.

Xiong Baitao could easily see that Yao Qinghai, the head of the general affairs department, didn't want the action team to make a contribution.

They didn't care whether they could capture the underground party members; they only cared about their own interests.

Being held back is something we've become accustomed to.

It was the General Affairs Department's sabotage that led to the action team's financial difficulties.

The station was supposed to pay for it, but he ended up paying for it first.

If we can capture a key figure in the underground Communist Party and destroy a communication station this time, that would be an absolute highlight of our achievements.

At this critical juncture, smoothing things over could greatly increase the chances of getting promoted based on this achievement.

All expenses will be reimbursed.

But if he returns empty-handed, Yao Qinghai can then legitimately drag things out.

Therefore, Xiong Baitao has no way out.

Even if it offends the gang and the people behind them, I can't care about that anymore!

Liu San'er, holding his chopsticks, nodded in agreement: "Yes, I'll go tomorrow morning!"

Seeing that his elder brother's face was still gloomy, he hurriedly put down his chopsticks, stood up, and said, "I'll go right now! Don't worry, brother, I'll definitely bring back the three small yellow croakers!"

Then she grabbed her clothes and ran out quickly.

Xiong Baitao looked at the closed door, tilted his head back, and drank the strong liquor in his glass.

His gaze was gloomy, and I wondered who he was plotting against again.

Meanwhile, the dimly lit alley was quiet, and even the beggar lying in the corner had fallen asleep.

Five or six lithe figures moved swiftly through the darkness.

Arriving at the entrance of the alley, I quietly observed the surroundings.

The Youyuanlai Inn is located 50 meters ahead.

"Check the equipment!"

The leader gave the order for everyone to check the condition of their weapons and equipment.

Although his face was covered with a black cloth, the familiar voice was still recognizable as that of Liu Hong, the action team leader in charge of security.

The five men beside him were all elites from the Urban Works Department.

At this moment, everyone's face was covered with a black cloth.

He was holding an M3 submachine gun, commonly known as a "grease gun," which he bought from the black market.

This weapon is lightweight, has a simple structure, and is highly reliable.

With the stock extended, it is only 745 mm long, making it easy to carry and suitable for combat in confined spaces.

Lightweight yet capable of sustained firepower, it's perfect for fighting in the hotel corridor!

The guns are secondary; the protective gear worn by each person is the real cutting-edge technology.

That was a domestically produced Level 3 bulletproof vest purchased from the future, which even foreign soldiers praised highly.

All of this equipment is for preparing for an assault.

Liu Hong originally suggested using a drone to carry an explosive charge, fly in through the window, and detonate it.

This will throw the enemy into chaos.

Although he had never used drones in actual combat before, his extensive experience allowed him to immediately figure out how to set them up.

If Chen Huai'an heard this tactic, he would definitely give it a thumbs up.

However, Director Zheng refused.

Director Zheng strictly forbade the use of heavy weapons, even if the power of the explosive charge was reduced.

Even hand grenades were forbidden to be used, lest they injure people in the hotel.

Therefore, we have to change our tactics.

"Report, the observation post has been cleared!"

A report came through the walkie-talkie: a team member had sneaked onto the roof of the building opposite the hotel and taken out the spy who was observing them.

The spy was lying on the balcony, and the drone's thermal imaging had already located him.

In the face of future technology, he believes that good concealment is as dazzling as a torch in the dark.

Meanwhile, a lithe figure climbed up the pipe to the roof of the hotel.

They tied ropes and prepared for a surprise attack through the window.

As soon as the gunshots startled the guards, he would enter through the window and behead the traitor.

Upon receiving the report, Liu Hong ordered in a deep voice, "Action!"