The wedding was livestreamed by the sister, revealing his identity as a Taoist priest.

Southern Yunnan, border highway.

5:40 a.m.

A black armored personnel carrier sped along a mountain road, with six fully armed special police officers inside.

Team leader Zhao Yong sat in the front row, turned to the side, and faced his five teammates.

His expression was extremely serious.

Say it again.

He held up one finger.

"Two targets, codenamed 'Viper' and 'Iron Finger'. The former is a communications soldier for the Ravens, proficient in electronic warfare and counter-tracking, while the latter is a close combat expert and a former combat instructor for the French Foreign Legion."

No one made a sound in the carriage.

Zhao Yong raised his second finger.

"These two men have lived in the jungles of northern Myanmar for twelve years. They have killed people and fought back against raids. Last time, they were cornered by Interpol in Malaysia. The two men injured six special police officers and then escaped by scaling a wall."

A young team member swallowed hard.

Zhao Yong lowered his voice even further.

"The orders we received were to capture them alive, but if they resist arrest while armed, do not hesitate."

He patted the Type 95 pistol on his knee.

"Shoot directly."

The five people spoke in unison.

"clear!"

The atmosphere was heavy and oppressive.

Zhao Yong glanced at the navigation; they were still three kilometers away from their destination.

He took a deep breath and pulled down his mask.

"Everyone, prepare to engage the enemy."

……

At the same time.

On a muddy country road on the southern border of Yunnan.

"Viper" Wang Yong, clutching an encrypted phone, walked along the roadside with a limp, his face covered in mud.

Li Kun, nicknamed "Iron Finger," who was standing next to him, was in an even worse situation.

My left eye was swollen like a walnut, my pants were torn in half, and I didn't know when I lost my right shoe. I was walking barefoot on the gravel road.

The two outlaws, who had roamed the jungles of northern Myanmar for twelve years, looked no different from drunkards who had lost a fight at the village entrance.

I don't believe it.

This was the seventeenth time Wang Yong had said those words.

"I fucking don't believe it."

Li Kun was too exhausted to reply.

All he wants now is to find a place to lie down.

The story begins last night.

After receiving news that the operation had begun in Qingcheng, the two of them prepared to cross the border through the designated channel, in accordance with the pre-arranged plan.

I've walked the route eight times, and I know every single point by heart.

Then at the first intersection, the navigation system crashed.

It wasn't the kind of breakdown where there's no signal; the navigation led them into a dead end, at the end of which was a three-meter-high concrete wall.

Wang Yong cursed and turned around.

At the second intersection, the tire blew out.

Wang Yong squatted down to inspect it. There were no nails or glass shards; the tire had simply cracked on its own.

A cut about three fingers wide, as if bitten by something.

Change the tire to the spare.

The spare tire is also flat.

Wang Yong stared at the flat spare tire for ten seconds.

In his fifteen years in the industry, this was the first time he had encountered a situation where even his backup plan was faulty.

Abandon the car and walk.

Less than two hundred meters later, Li Kun stepped on a pile of cow dung.

It wasn't a normal step; my whole foot slid in, I lost my balance, fell forward, and hit my face first on a roadside rock.

My left eye is swollen.

When Wang Yong helped him up, his phone slipped out of his pocket and fell into the ditch by the roadside.

Encrypted phone.

It got wet.

obsolete.

Wang Yong stood there, staring blankly at the sky for thirty seconds.

The next two hours were even more outrageous.

They climbed over a low wall, but the wall collapsed, burying them halfway down.

As he walked through a grove of trees, a dead branch fell and hit Li Kun squarely on the back of the head.

They finally got onto a highway when a farm tricycle carrying manure passed by. Its rear panel fell off, and liquid splashed all over them.

Wang Yong was hunted down seven times in the jungles of northern Myanmar.

He escaped unscathed seven times.

But tonight.

He can't even walk three kilometers.

"Old Wang."

Li Kun finally spoke, his voice weak.

Do you believe in fate?

"roll."

I didn't believe it before.

Li Kun wiped the mud off his face.

"I believe it now."

Wang Yong did not respond.

He's almost convinced.

From last night until now, things have happened one after another, like people lining up to throw stones at us.

None of them are fatal.

But each one precisely crippled their ability to act.

This feeling is so strange.

It was as if something was watching them from the shadows.

But that thing's purpose wasn't to kill them.

They weren't allowed to leave.

"I can't walk anymore."

Li Kun stopped, his legs went weak, and he sat down directly on the muddy ground by the roadside.

Wang Yong opened his mouth to curse him, but his foot slipped.

"Thump!"

He landed on the back of his head.

I saw stars before my eyes.

The two of them, one sitting and one lying down, were sprawled out on the side of the road.

In the distance, the horizon began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

Three minutes later.

The sound of the troop carrier's engine grew louder as it approached.

Zhao Yong was the first to jump off the vehicle, his Type 95 rifle shoulder-mounted, and the laser pointer scanning the target location.

"Everyone spread out! Cover!"

Six special police officers spread out in a fan shape, lowered their center of gravity, and advanced with their guns at the ready.

Ten seconds later.

Zhao Yong spotted his target.

Two people.

One of them sat in the mud, his face covered in blood, his left eye swollen shut, and he smelled of cow dung.

One of them was lying on its back, with the back of its head resting on a rock, muttering something incoherently, its limbs spread out in a starfish shape.

No weapons.

没有抵抗.

They didn't even have the intention to escape.

Zhao Yong held his gun, stood still, and maintained his shooting posture for exactly five seconds.

Then he slowly lowered the muzzle of his gun.

Look back.

Behind the masks of the five team members, five pairs of eyes were staring at him.

Their gazes were unified and clear.

team leader.

Is this the former French Foreign Legion combat instructor you mentioned?

Is this the electronic warfare expert you mentioned?

Is this what "it is necessary to shoot directly" means?

Zhao Yong's lips twitched.

He paused for three seconds, then reached out and pushed his mask up.

"...Put me in handcuffs."

……

Qingcheng, Municipal Public Security Bureau.

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Qin Ling sat in the conference room, with the real-time communication terminal for the joint operation of six provinces in front of him.

The capture progress bar on the screen jumped forward one segment at a time.

The first group, from southern Yunnan, consisted of two people, who have already been apprehended.

The third group, from Chengdu, consisting of four people, has been apprehended.

The fifth group, consisting of three people, was intercepted by border guards at the rendezvous point and has been apprehended.

With each message that came back, Qinling's brow relaxed a little.

Until the progress bar reaches 100%.

21/21.

All were apprehended.

Not a single one escaped.

The order was given at 4:30 a.m. and took less than five hours to be executed at 9:00 a.m.

All 21 people from six provinces have been apprehended.

Qin Ling leaned back in his chair, staring at the number, speechless.

Every name and every address on that anonymous letter was perfectly accurate.

He was about to get up to pour himself a glass of water.

The door was pushed open.

Sun Peng rushed in, his steps hurried, and his expression was strange.

Qinling suddenly stood up.

"Have they all been caught?"

"They've all been caught."

Sun Peng stood at the door, his mouth opening and closing twice.

"It's just that the situation is a bit..."

He stopped.

Qinling frowned.

"What's up?"

Sun Peng took a deep breath.

"Six arrest teams, twenty-one targets, all of them are..."

His expression twisted slightly, as if he was trying to suppress something.