bookbashuk Chapter 1818 is like children playing house.
Chapter 1818 is like children playing house.
"It's nothing, just a few flies... Hurry up, I can't wait to taste the saltiness..."
These words instantly reminded Wang Yuyan of Jiang Cheng's eloquent tongue...
Well... not to mention Jiang Cheng, she herself also wanted to try and see the difference between a bald head and a head full of body hair...
The night was as thick as ink that could not be dissolved, splashed onto the upturned eaves of the old courtyard houses in Kyoto.
The group of people sent by Xu Zhi were by no means crude street thugs.
They were dressed in matching dark casual clothes, and moved slowly and silently.
What he held in his hand was not a crowbar or a dagger, but a miniature jammer, a thermal imaging detector, and several syringes filled with a special anesthetic.
The leader, codenamed "Owl," is a well-known tactical veteran in the industry.
He was crouching in the shadow of the courtyard wall, his fingertips swiping across a tablet.
The tablet screen is displaying the heat distribution and blind spots of the courtyard house.
Even the patrol interval for each window is clearly marked at three minutes.
"Target: Collect private images of the people inside the house and implant eavesdropping programs along the way." Xiao lowered his voice, his eyes sharp as an eagle's. "President Xu said that this kid's background is too complicated. Openly taking action against him is tantamount to suicide. What we want is to be able to crush his secrets, not to cause any deaths."
"receive.."
They were all very familiar with the scale of domestic security.
Security is usually very tight in the homes of wealthy people.
But as tight as it is, at most there are some agile bodyguards.
At most, they'll provide some stun guns.
Even with thermal imaging equipment, it might not be possible to detect their counter-surveillance camouflage.
The group exchanged glances and quickly divided the tasks.
Two of them were responsible for cutting off temporary external signals.
The two climbed over the wall and sneaked in, while Xiao stayed behind to provide backup.
Everything is proceeding smoothly and according to plan.
The first person to climb the wall was a tall, thin man who was also an experienced climber.
She was as nimble as a gecko.
Just when he thought he was about to easily climb into the yard, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a hand like an iron clamp.
The force of that hand was astonishing.
The tall, thin man felt as if his wrist bones were about to be crushed.
However, he seemed very experienced, enduring the pain without making a sound. After a muffled groan, he subconsciously reached for the anesthetic needle in his waist.
Just as his hand touched the tranquilizer dart, he caught a glimpse of the outline of the gun holster on the other person's waist.
Seriously? He's carrying a gun?
Could it be a stun gun?
Looking at it this way, his movements quickened.
"Damn it." The tall, thin man gritted his teeth and forcefully pulled his wrist back.
With his other hand, he pulled out a dagger from his waist and slashed at the other person's arm.
As a result, his wrist was gripped even tighter.
He was like a chicken being grabbed by its hind legs, dragged off the wall, and fell face-first into the mud.
With a "whoosh," the anesthetic needle pierced his thigh.
Wang Sheng squatted down and lightly kicked the detector that had slipped from his hand with the tip of his leather shoe.
A roguish smile played on his lips as he sang lazily, "Tsk, this little gadget is quite flashy. Where did you find it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, several short, muffled thuds came from outside the wall.
Before the remaining figures could retreat, they were pinned to the ground by several dark figures, without even a chance to struggle.
Xiao's pupils contracted sharply as he watched Wang Sheng slowly stand up, twirling the silver badge between his fingers in the moonlight.
"Thermal imaging? Signal jamming?" Wang Sheng scoffed, took two steps forward, and his leather shoes rolled over the jammer on the ground, making the parts creak. "That's it? It's like children playing house."
He tilted his head, sizing up the stiff-bodied owl, his eyes gleaming with a sly smile and undisguised contempt.
"Hey buddy, didn't your boss Xu tell you that the security in this compound is up to the standards for dealing with special forces?"
Xiao's throat bobbed, cold sweat streamed down his forehead, and even his breathing trembled.
Seeing this, Wang Sheng laughed even harder, reached out and patted his face, not with much force, but with a strong sense of humiliation: "What are you standing there for? Didn't you want to take some dirt on me? Come on, I'll let you take as much as you want."
As he spoke, he gestured with his chin toward the person behind him.
His tone was nonchalant, but his toe slammed into the back of Xiao's hand, which was still holding the detector, making the other man wince in pain, but he didn't dare to utter a sound.
"Please invite these 'distinguished guests' inside. Be careful not to bump or knock them over." He drawled, his eyes full of mockery. "Our Young Master Jiang is waiting to 'catch up' with them. It would be such a disappointment if they were missing an arm or a leg."
Xiao's forehead veins bulged with pain, and his voice trembled: "Who are you people?! Why are you carrying guns?!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Sheng chuckled softly, then kicked the back of his hand again, his tone casual yet arrogant: "Who are you? Someone who serves Young Master Jiang."
As he spoke, he slowly drew the gun from his waist, twirled it gracefully between his fingers, and the cold metal muzzle brushed against Xiao's cheek.
It carried a chilling aura. "As for the gun? Open your eyes and look carefully. This is a modified Type 92, transferred from the special operations equipment depot through proper procedures. Without the approval and signature from above, you could sell everything you own and still not get your hands on it."
Xiao's pupils contracted sharply, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his clothes, trickling down his spine, making him shiver.
The Type 92 variant? That's a standard weapon that only top-tier special departments are qualified to apply for!
These people weren't just ordinary rich kids' bodyguards, they were clearly...
His heart trembled violently, and a chilling despair instantly swept over his body. He couldn't help but curse Xu Zhi in his mind.
What an idiot! What kind of powerful figure did he offend? To actually drag us into this mess of hell!
The owl's pupils suddenly contracted.
Armed security? Or is it this type of security detail?
This is no ordinary rich kid's mansion; it's clearly a den of dragons and tigers!
The composure of a seasoned tactician crumbled instantly.
The people behind him froze on the spot, and the detectors in their hands fell to the ground with a "thud".
Cold sweat streamed down his forehead, and his breathing became rapid.
They're here for a covert infiltration, not to confront top-tier, heavily armed security personnel head-on.
This is not even a contest of equal scale.
Fear clung to their limbs like vines, leaving them unable to even muster the thought of resistance, and they could only stand frozen in place, trembling all over.