Chapter 353 The Crisis at Sanbianpo and the Decapitation Operation!

"Why is this kid in such a hurry?" Liu Jianguo muttered.

...

The perspective shifts through a long corridor, arriving deep within the Military Industry Department building.

This hurried subordinate, dripping with sweat, was striding toward the internal high-security elevator.

He was hurried, of course—one could even say he was as anxious as an ant on a hot griddle.

He was no ordinary administrative clerk.

Within this massive Military Industry Department, he was the head of the division specifically responsible for interfacing with the brothers of the Special Front.

Simply put.

Those frontline agents who stayed hidden in the shadows year-round, walking the line between life and death—

All the specialized weapons they required for their top-secret missions were provided by his department.

At this very moment.

He was tightly clutching a stack of pending documents in his arms.

The gray plastic pistol and the thick manual he had just taken from Liu Jianguo were mixed in with this pile of papers.

However.

Right now, he didn't have the presence of mind to even glance down at what he was holding.

His brain was operating at maximum capacity.

Just ten minutes ago.

The Special Front Operations Group had sent an extremely urgent request for coordination.

A team of elite brothers was about to go fully armed across the border to carry out a dangerous deterrence mission.

The destination for this mission was an internationally notorious lawless zone.

Sanbianpo.

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At the mention of Sanbianpo, anyone with an understanding of international affairs would feel a deep sense of helplessness and anger.

It was a no-man's land isolated by tropical rainforests and layers of mountain ranges.

The local situation was chaotic, with warlords and armed factions carving up the territory.

There, the law was merely a scrap of paper, and the barrel of a gun was the only truth.

And recently...

Sanbianpo had become a nightmare for countless ordinary families in the Eastern Country.

Too many uninformed Eastern Country citizens had been lured by so-called high-paying job advertisements on the internet and had snuck across the border.

Many of them originally just wanted to work abroad to earn a better life for their families.

They never expected that they were stepping into a living hell.

Only when they set foot on that land did they discover the truth.

What awaited them was not a golden path to riches.

Instead, it was high walls, electric fences, armed guards, and inhumane torture.

All their identification documents were confiscated.

They were penned up like livestock in enclosed compounds, forced every day to engage in high-intensity telecommunications fraud.

As long as they failed to meet the fraud quotas set by the compound, what awaited them was being soaked in water dungeons and beaten with electric batons.

Some victims even had their legs broken and were tossed into the mud like trash to fend for themselves.

Worse still, some were treated as sources for live organ harvesting, sold on the dark markets that never saw the light of day.

Relevant domestic departments received countless distress calls from victims' families every day.

The desperate cries of those parents stung the nerves of every official in charge.

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In response to this egregious situation...

Initially, the relevant departments of the Eastern Country took swift action.

Diplomats used various official and semi-official channels to conduct several rounds of stern communication with the local forces at Sanbianpo.

They applied pressure on the management of those fraud compounds, demanding the immediate and unconditional release of their people.

They hoped to use negotiation to bring their compatriots back safely.

But...

The heads of those compounds had long been blinded by massive illicit profits.

Relying on the firepower of local armed forces for protection, they behaved with utter arrogance.

Faced with the Eastern Country's warnings, they didn't show the slightest restraint; instead, they doubled down.

Those brazen ringleaders even sent word out.

People could be released, but they had to be ransomed with money.

They opened their mouths wide, directly extorting a ransom that could be described as astronomical.

They treated the lives of thousands of Eastern Country citizens as bargaining chips to be bought and sold at will, attempting to squeeze the Eastern Country's bottom line.

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This behavior had completely crossed an unpardonable red line.

On the stage of the international community...

On the surface, the Eastern Country had always worked hard to maintain a kind image—one that followed the rules and valued cooperation.

Like a mild-tempered, non-confrontational, fluffy rabbit.

When encountering disputes, it always advocated for sitting down and talking things through properly.

Many ill-intentioned foreign forces thus developed an illusion, thinking the Eastern Country was weak and easily bullied.

But in reality, that was merely the strategic restraint unique to a major power.

The core of the Eastern Country had always been composed of unyielding iron and incomparable strength!

Faced with this criminal force that publicly trampled on national dignity and kidnapped citizens for extortion—

The high-level leadership of the Eastern Country had absolutely no room for compromise.

Give money?

That would only fuel the arrogance of the criminals and make them even more unscrupulous in the future.

At a top-level meeting convened overnight...

After hearing the report on the breakdown of negotiations, the high-level leadership didn't hesitate for a second and made the final decision.

Since reason wouldn't work...

Then they would speak in a language those people understood!

The national military immediately mobilized the most elite warriors from the Special Front to form a sharp blade.

These battle-hardened agents would cross the border and infiltrate the heart of Sanbianpo.

They were going to execute a thunderous Decapitation Strike!

The target was the head of the leader of the largest compound.

They had to use this most iron-blooded method to provide a bloody deterrent to those reckless fraud bosses!

They had to make them understand that the price for harming a Chinese could only be paid with a life.

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The elevator doors opened with a 'ding.'

The subordinate hurried out of the elevator and headed toward the deep underground Special Weapons Vault.

This was the fundamental reason why he was sweating with anxiety.

The order for the Decapitation Strike had been issued so rapidly that there was very little time left for logistical preparation.

These Special Front warriors needed to go undercover.

They couldn't carry conventional metal service firearms that would trigger border defense alarms.

He had to, in the shortest time possible...

Screen through the inventory for those non-metallic specialized weapons that could bypass all detection equipment.

Time was of the essence.

Every heartbeat reminded him of the difficulty of the task.

Not only did he have to ensure the concealment of the weapons...

He also had to accurately match the corresponding equipment for those few departing warriors based on their different combat styles and usage habits.