112: Attack

He could sense that at least three cars were following them.

They maintained a distance of about two hundred meters, neither too close nor too far.

"The fish has taken the bait." Wang Chen smiled as he looked in the rearview mirror.

Chen Long gripped the steering wheel tight. "Boss, hold on."

The car accelerated, heading toward the western suburbs.

Five hundred meters behind, inside a black SUV.

Death God lowered his binoculars and spoke into his headset, "The target has moved. Three cars, fourteen people. Follow them."

"Boss, could it be a trap?" Ghost Hand's voice came through the headset.

"It's definitely a trap," Death God sneered. "But it depends on who's setting it. If we were in Africa, the few of us wouldn't dare provoke Dragon Shield's people, but..."

He paused. "Don't forget, we're in Dragon Country. They don't have guns here. Besides, we have a track record in Dragon Country."

He was referring to three years ago, when the Death God Squad took out a Dragon Country special forces captain at the border.

The captain leading the team was named Bai Yanqiu, a famous 'Soldier King' in the Dragon Country military.

In that battle, the Death God Squad lost two members, but the opposing side lost four out of twelve, with three others severely wounded.

From then on, the name of the Death God Squad echoed throughout the mercenary world.

"No matter how powerful Dragon Shield is, they're just paper Tigers without guns!" Death God said arrogantly. "Tonight, we'll show the Dragon Shield people what true professionalism looks like."

The convoy sped through the night.

An hour later, they arrived at an abandoned factory in the west of the city.

The factory covered a large area. It used to be a textile mill but had been closed for years. The buildings were dilapidated, with broken glass and rusted machinery everywhere.

Wang Chen got out of the car and surveyed the surroundings.

"Not bad. The place is big enough, run-down enough, and perfect for silencing witnesses."

Tiger grinned. "Boss, you've got a good eye for locations."

"Cut the chatter," Chen Long glared at him. "Set up the perimeter."

"Yes, sir!"

The Chen Long Squad quickly dispersed, taking up advantageous positions.

Wang Chen walked into a relatively intact workshop and found a chair to sit on.

"Let's wait."

Ten minutes later, the Death God Squad's vehicles arrived.

They didn't drive straight in, instead stopping five hundred meters outside the factory.

Eight people got out of the cars and, under the cover of night, dispersed to infiltrate the area.

"Boss, the target is in the middle workshop," Ghost Hand's voice came through the headset. "There are fourteen bodyguards distributed around the perimeter."

"Fourteen?" Death God frowned. "Didn't the intel say it was just Chen Long and Tiger?"

"They might have been brought in last minute," Poison Fang said. "Should we pull out?"

"Pull out for what?" Death God sneered. "Only fourteen people. The eight of us are enough."

He made a gesture. "According to the plan: Ghost Hand and Poison Fang, sneak in from the east. Shadow and Blood Blade, the west. Bone Thorn and Hound, the south. Cold Crow and I will take the front."

"Copy that."

The eight of them closed in on the workshop silently, like spiders.

Inside the workshop, Wang Chen sat with his eyes closed.

His Crisis Sensing skill acted like radar, clearly marking eight red dots in his mind.

Two on the east, two on the west, two on the south, and two at the front.

"They're inside," Wang Chen opened his eyes. "Two on the east, fifty meters away. Two on the west, forty meters. Two on the south, thirty meters. Two at the front... twenty meters."

Chen Long and Tiger exchanged a look, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

The Boss's perception! It was insane!

"Get ready," Chen Long whispered.

Tiger licked his lips, an excited glint in his eyes. "It's been a while since I've had a good workout."

Just as he finished speaking, the windows on the east side of the workshop suddenly shattered!

Two stun grenades rolled in!

"Open your mouths and close your eyes!" Chen Long roared.

Everyone closed their eyes and bowed their heads, mouths wide open.

*Bang! Bang!*

Two loud explosions followed, as blinding white light and deafening noise filled the entire workshop.

Immediately after, four people rushed in from the east and west sides simultaneously!

Gunfire erupted instantly!

"Da-da-da-da—"

With the superior firepower of their automatic rifles, the Death God Squad instantly suppressed the Chen Long Squad, who only had pistols.

Bullets swept across like rain, striking the cover and sending up a dense shower of sparks.

The Chen Long Squad was pinned down, barely able to lift their heads.

"Damn it, the firepower gap is too big!" Tiger cursed from behind a machine.

"Don't fight them head-on!" Chen Long commanded calmly. "Use the terrain to distract them!"

At that moment, Bone Thorn and Hound rushed in from the south, creating a crossfire network. The Chen Long Squad was forced into a defensive position, struggling to return fire from behind cover.

From the front, Death God and Cold Crow took advantage of the chaos to quickly close in on Wang Chen's position.

"Boss, their goal is to capture you alive!" Chen Long saw through their intent. "That guy in the skull mask wants you alive!"

Wang Chen's eyes turned cold. "They want to catch me? Then let's give them the chance."

He gave Chen Long a look. Chen Long understood instantly, and the two of them began to execute a plan to lure the enemy in perfect coordination.

Wang Chen deliberately showed a weakness, fleeing "in a panic" from behind cover toward the depths of the workshop.

Death God was overjoyed at the sight. "He's running! After him!"

Ghost Hand, wearing the skull mask, was the fastest. Having been ordered to capture the target alive and seeing Wang Chen within reach, he charged forward alone, ignoring his teammates' cover.

Just as he reached out to grab Wang Chen, Wang Chen suddenly turned and dodged with an agile side-slide. At the same time, Chen Long, who had been lying in wait, pounced like a leopard!

*Bang!*

Chen Long fired a precise shot, hitting Ghost Hand's wrist and sending the rifle flying. Ghost Hand screamed and tried to draw a knife, but Chen Long was already upon him. A heavy punch landed on his face, followed by a shoulder throw that slammed him violently to the ground.

Chen Long quickly ripped off the skull mask, seeing the man's face in the dim light.

Chen Long's expression changed, and he barked, "Ghost Hand Carlos? You're from the Death God Squad!"

In the distance, Death God's body visibly stiffened upon hearing this.

"Withdraw!" Death God made a split-second decision. Knowing their identity was exposed and the plan had failed, they couldn't afford to keep fighting.

The well-trained Death God Squad immediately threw smoke grenades. Thick smoke instantly filled the entire workshop.

"Cough, cough... Don't let them get away!" Tiger shouted.

But it was too late. Under the cover of the smoke, Death God, Cold Crow, Poison Fang, Shadow, Blood Blade, and Hound—the six of them—quickly broke through and escaped.

Lacking sufficient firepower, the Chen Long Squad couldn't intercept them effectively. They only managed to leave behind Bone Thorn, who was gunned down by the squad, and Ghost Hand, who was killed by Chen Long.

As the smoke cleared, the workshop was a mess, with only two corpses and shell casings scattered across the floor.

"Boss, are you alright?" Chen Long immediately rushed to Wang Chen's side.

"I'm fine." Wang Chen shook his head, looking at the corpses on the ground. "Six of them escaped."

"It was my oversight. I didn't expect them to have such a significant equipment advantage."

Chen Long looked at Ghost Hand's body with a grim expression. "Boss, the ones who came this time aren't ordinary characters. The Death God Squad is a notorious group in the international mercenary circles. Three years ago at the Dragon Country border, they killed several special forces soldiers. Their hands are stained with blood."

Wang Chen frowned. "You know them?"