I chose one of four options at the start, and I chose the number one clan in Lingnan.

The van's wheels rolled over the speed bump in front of the gate, and it stopped outside the north gate of the residential compound.

Marcus, in the driver's seat, glanced at the time and tapped his fingers twice on the steering wheel.

The man in the passenger seat handed over an energy repair work order and said in a low voice, "Wei Jianguo lives in the east unit on the third floor of Building 2."

The gatekeeper is 71 years old. There are no mobile patrols inside the compound, and Lin's security vehicles are all stationed on the outer ring road.

Marcus took the work order and scanned the building number.

"After entering, first control the security guard, then enter the east unit on the third floor. Take the documents and the person away, and stage an electrical accident on site."

"Keep those three cars outside following Lin Ting; don't let Zhong Tang come back to help."

Eleven people were sitting in the carriage, dressed in maintenance uniforms from the energy company. Their toolboxes contained cutting equipment, restraints, and several modified handguns.

Someone in the back row checked the communication jammer and then pressed a Jiangbei Wharf ship schedule under the seat.

Marcus got out of the car and led the two men toward the guardhouse.

Old Zhou took the repair work order, looked up and asked, "Replacing the wiring at night requires prior registration. Who is your supervisor? The work order only has the company seal, not a contact person on site."

Marcus handed over the phone, the screen displaying a fake repair number.

"The power distribution cabinet in the East Zone has an overheating record, and the power company requires it to be dealt with tonight. You only need to register your vehicle; we will be responsible for the equipment inside the building, and the energy company will bear the responsibility if any problems arise."

Old Zhou pulled out the registration book and deliberately placed the pen on the table.

"We left all three people's ID cards, and the vehicle also had to be photographed at the gate. There are retired employees of Hongtu living in the family compound, so we can't skip the procedures."

Marcus reached for the registration book, but his companions in the carriage had already disembarked through the back door.

Old Zhou saw the group's footsteps, touched the alarm button under the table, and kept saying, "The power switch for Building 2 is on the west side. You've gone the wrong way."

Marcus glanced in the direction he was pointing, raised his hand to signal his companions to guard the gatehouse, and led the eight men into the building.

There was no light in front of the door of the east-facing unit on the third floor, and no light came through the crack in the door.

The man with the toolbox squatted in front of the lock, took out a set of door-opening tools, and a few seconds later, the lock tongue retracted into the door frame.

The door opened.

The living room lights were on, and fifty members of the Loyal Hall sat in two rows. Some held teacups, some flipped through operation records, and others rested their protective shields against their knees.

Lin Dabiao sat behind the tea table, with a white evidence bag in front of him.

The man with the toolbox stood frozen at the doorway, the metal sheet in his hand falling to the ground.

Marcus raised his hand to stop the person behind him, his gaze falling on Lin Dabiao.

"We are an energy repair team, entering a residential area to handle a power distribution fault. Please make way and do not obstruct public repairs."

Lin Dabiao picked up his teacup, took a sip, and put it back on the table.

"The energy company's maintenance uniforms do not have name tags, and the maintenance work order numbers belong to a system that was discontinued last year."

"You haven't registered your equipment upon entry. Now put your equipment on the ground and everyone stand against the wall."

Marcus didn't back down. He slipped his right hand inside his coat, his fingertips touching the gun handle.

Lin Fei stood up and stood in front of the tea table, while the two Zhongtang members behind him simultaneously raised their protective shields.

The muzzle was fitted with a silencer, and the bullet struck the shield, leaving a dent.

Using the shield as cover, Lin Fei approached, grabbed the gunman's wrist, snatched the pistol from his hand, and put it into the evidence bag.

The members of the Zhongtang gang in the living room advanced in two groups: the three in the front row controlled the gunmen, while the people in the back row locked the toolboxes and communication equipment.

Marcus slammed into the wall, trying to escape through the fire escape, while Lin Dabiao pointed towards the stairwell.

"Keep him alive and record his actions and equipment. Hand over the personnel outside to the North Gate team. Whoever leaves with evidence should be dealt with according to the on-site handling procedures."

Marcus had barely taken two steps when Lin Fei turned back from the stairwell.

He grabbed Marcus by the collar, slammed him against the wall, and with his other hand removed the dagger from Marcus's waist.

There was no chaos in the hallway, only a row of indicator lights from the recorders.

Twenty seconds later, all eleven outsiders were pinned to the living room floor.

Firearms, magazines, jammers, fake IDs, and floor plans were placed on the tea table.

Lin Zheng entered from outside, took the pistol handed to him by Lin Fei, photographed the weapon's serial number, and then handed the evidence to the team's recorder.

"Wei Jianguo wasn't found in the east apartment on the third floor." Lin Zheng flipped through the floor plan. "The address they got wasn't wrong, the mistake was that this room had been replaced as a security point."

Lin Dabiao looked towards the door of the next room. A steady snore could be heard coming from inside; Old Wei was sleeping soundly.

Lin Fei pressed down on someone who was trying to look up and said in a low voice, "Director Wei is right next door, fast asleep. Even with all this fighting outside, he hasn't even opened the door."

Lin Ting walked up the stairs, followed by Lin Fu and Captain Chen.

Captain Chen took the list of evidence, first checked the personnel at the scene, and then took out a sealed bag and put the modified pistol inside.

Lin Ting stood between the two houses, looking at the narrow stairwell and the clutter piled up against the wall.

"Hongtu's technical staff live here, and their families have to go through the same door to leave. Equipment and data can only be put in a regular study."

Today, fifty people guarded the stairwell; next time, the other side will find another entrance.

Lin Fu opened his notebook. "The land surrounding the research institute is being planned. If we want to build a separate protected area, we can arrange the funding and procedures."

The construction of dormitories, laboratories, and a hospital in the same area is quite a project.

"The project can be handed over to Yitang." Lin Ting took a pen and wrote a few words on the blank page.

"Expand the research institute into the Lin Family Academy of Sciences, separating the laboratory building, staff dormitory, medical station, archives and training areas."

The facility has only two entrances and exits; the network team is responsible for independent communication, while Zhongtang provides layered protection. The families of technical personnel are also included in long-term support.

Lin Fujiu noted down the names. "The first batch of personnel from the Academy of Sciences will be arranged along three lines: Hongtu, Huasheng, and Haiqinggang."

Before the new residential compound is completed, the original residents of the family quarters will continue to be preserved, and the preservation record must not be discontinued.

Lin Ting put away his pen. "The people we catch tonight should be handed over to Captain Chen first. The interrogations must be recorded, and the equipment should be sealed up according to the list. We must not let Mitsui obtain evidence of the Lin family's overstepping their bounds."

Captain Chen nodded and led his men to separate and escort the eleven people away.

Marcus was left in the living room, his wrists strapped to the back of a chair, with a map and communication terminal in front of him.

He remained silent until Lin Zheng projected a video recording onto the tablet.

In the footage, the trucks from the old warehouse changed their license plates at three different locations, with the last stop being outside the Jiangbei Wharf.

Lin Zheng pushed another record in front of him.

"Your route, vehicle tracks, and communication times match up. The family compound was just the first part of the mission; the follow-up is arranged in Jiangbei. If you continue to remain silent, the people from Mitsui will not take responsibility for you."

Marcus looked up, a scratch on his forehead.

"You've caught the front group; the others are still waiting for the goods. Mitsui is preparing to send us out of Jiangnan; there are replacement documents and departure equipment on board."

Lin Ting placed the Jiangbei Wharf shipping schedule on the table. "Ship name, berth, time."

Marcus looked at the teacup on the table and finally spoke: "At Pier 3 of Jiangbei Wharf, the cargo ship will lower its gangway at 1:30 a.m.

The Mitsui crew is waiting for us on the ship. If you arrive late, the equipment and personnel you leave behind will depart with you.