58: Strike first

In H City, inside a hotel, Richard had already been in Dongda for two days. He was one of the assassins who had taken on an assassination mission a few days prior.

Richard was a professional killer, ranking thirty-fourth on the dark web's assassin leaderboard. He had carried out many missions in Europe with a hundred percent success rate.

This time, the employer's order was in Dongda, and it was Richard's first time coming to Dongda to execute a mission. He had always heard from colleagues that completing missions in Dongda was extremely difficult, and Richard was now experiencing it firsthand.

Not to mention the ubiquitous surveillance in Dongda, he simply wanted to get a handy hot weapon here. Until today, the organization's contact person told him that long guns were out of the question, but there were short dogs, though they were homemade and prone to exploding. They asked if he still wanted one.

These words almost made Richard faint from anger. He knew that more than half of his skills were with firearms. Without a gun, although he could still carry out missions, the efficiency would be questionable.

In the end, Richard gritted his teeth and took the homemade pistol. And it still cost him 80,000 RMB!

However, when Richard got the gun, his face turned green again. Nothing else, it was because this pistol was actually a pneumatic air gun. It had power, about fifty joules of kinetic energy, but with this power, unless it hit a vulnerable part of the body, it would be less convenient than a knife for killing someone.

Richard, furious, kept shouting 'fuck!' loudly in the room.

After venting, Richard finally calmed down. The mission still had to be executed; after all, money still had to be earned.

In fact, it wasn't just Richard; other assassins who had also taken the mission and hadn't given up were experiencing situations they had never encountered abroad.

After two days of reconnaissance, Richard finally locked onto one target, Zhao Zhi, through the intelligence provided by the employer. However, the other target, Qin Yang, had yet to appear. Richard then thought of eliminating Zhao Zhi first to secure half of the deposit, 2.5 million US dollars.

Coincidentally, the other assassins were thinking the same thing.

It was inevitable that Zhao Zhi would be easily targeted. His company was large and had many affairs, all requiring his constant attention as CEO. Qin Yang had also reminded Zhao Zhi that people would come looking for trouble during this period. Therefore, aside from his own abilities, Zhao Zhi had at least four Death Warriors bodyguards with Special Warfare skills assigned to him during this time.

To prevent problems before they arose, Zhao Zhi had also deployed fifty Death Warriors as hidden operatives around the company to observe the unfamiliar faces frequently appearing at the company entrance these past few days.

On this day, just as Richard and other assassins were about to make their move, the hidden operatives provided feedback to Zhao Zhi and Qin Yang.

The feedback was a list containing over a dozen names and addresses, all targets that had been observed by the hidden Death Warriors in recent days.

Qin Yang smiled looking at the list. Professional assassins had always been very mysterious in his imagination, but now it seemed they were nothing special. Of course, it might also be a regional issue; without an organization providing intelligence services, even if assassins wanted to kill someone, they would need to investigate and stake out. Coupled with Qin Yang's large number of subordinates, guarding against these assassins was not too difficult.

Waving the list in his hand, Qin Yang said to Wang Chao, who was beside him, "Tell the brothers to capture them. Better to kill the wrong person than let one escape. After capturing them, lock them in the factory warehouse first, then identify who the real assassins are!"

"Yes, Boss," Wang Chao replied, taking the list from Qin Yang's hand.

In the hotel, Richard changed his clothes, carefully placed some purchasable equipment close to his body, and finally took out the homemade air gun. He checked it with some disdain but also helplessness, then tucked it into a hidden spot on his person.

Just as Richard was about to leave, there was a sudden knock on the door. Richard frowned at the sound and asked, "WHO?"

Then a female voice came from outside: "Hello, sir, I am a hotel attendant. Thank you for choosing our hotel. To show our gratitude, we have specially prepared an exquisite gift for you. Please accept it."

"WHY?" Richard's Dongda language was limited to basic words like 'hello' and 'bye-bye'. The person outside said a lot, and he didn't understand what they were saying, but hearing it was a woman, his guard was not as high, so he opened the door.

The moment the door opened, a thick, powerful hand suddenly clamped around Richard's neck. Before Richard could even resist, he was already pinned to the ground, followed by four or five burly men who walked in.

These burly men quickly restrained Richard. During this, Richard did resist, but their strength was astonishing. No matter how Richard twisted, it felt as if a large mountain was pressing down on him, and the hand on his neck was tightening, until he suffocated and passed out.

Soon, the burly men searched Richard, and a pile of killing tools appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Heh, he really managed to get a gun. I really underestimated these assassins!" A Death Warrior said with a laugh, toying with the pneumatic pistol.

"Alright, with the tools, this guy is confirmed. Take him away," the leading Death Warrior replied at this time.

That evening, in a warehouse at the mechanical manufacturing factory.

Richard was woken by pain. When he awoke, he found himself hanging from a beam more than two meters off the ground. The ropes had dug deeply into his wrists from being bound for a long time.

Richard then looked around and saw over a dozen people just like him. Some were awake, some were unconscious, and among them were a few of his old acquaintances.

"Jack, you were caught too?" Richard said to a burly European-American man a few people away.

"Fuck! I don't know where that pervert came from, he knocked me out with one punch," Jack replied, frustrated, when he saw Richard.

Richard gave a bitter smile, "Me too, I was choked unconscious by someone with astonishing strength."

Just as the two unfortunate brothers were complaining to each other, the warehouse door opened, and a group of muscular men in black suits walked in from outside.

After entering, these men voluntarily stood on both sides. Then, a handsome young Dongda man in casual clothes slowly walked in, followed by a middle-aged man in a dark blue suit.

"Is this all?" The handsome young man stopped at the front and asked the person beside him.

"Yes, Boss, that's about it. Six Europeans, seven Asians," the middle-aged man in the dark blue suit replied.

At this moment, Richard and the other conscious people recognized the middle-aged man in the dark blue suit as one of their targets, Zhao Zhi. So, it went without saying that the handsome young man in front was probably the other target, Qin Yang.

"Have they been interrogated?" Qin Yang asked again.

"Not yet," Zhao Zhi replied.

"Then interrogate them here. Wake up those who aren't awake yet."

"Yes."

Then Wang Chao and others quickly stepped forward, giving the unconscious assassins several resounding slaps.

Immediately, several assassins whose faces visibly swelled into pig heads slowly opened their eyes.

These newly awakened assassins hadn't yet grasped the situation and tried to struggle, but the next second, a few more slaps landed, and instantly, they quieted down.

Zhao Zhi found a chair for Qin Yang. After Qin Yang sat down, he lit a cigarette and watched Wang Chao and the other Death Warriors perform the 'Great Memory Restoration Technique' on these assassins.

In less than half an hour, these assassins had confessed their origins and assets clearly. It must be said that the Death Warriors had sharp eyes; among so many people, not a single one was wrongly apprehended.

Qin Yang took the information handed to him by Wang Chao and read it carefully.

Richard, ranked thirty-fourth on the assassin list, from the Chariot Country, 33 years old. He had assassinated many minor country politicians, with a 100% mission completion rate to date. Personal assets: 7.67 million US dollars. Affiliated with the assassin organization Eagle Eye! Eagle Eye headquarters is located at 503 West Gate Avenue, L City, Britain.

Jack, ranked twenty-sixth on the assassin list, from the Orchid Country, 36 years old. Personal assets: 5.64 million US dollars. Affiliated with the assassin organization Hades. Hades headquarters is located at 765 Broadway, N City, USA!

...Qin Yang finished reading the assassins' profiles, marveling at how wealthy these guys were. Then Qin Yang said, "Get all their money, and deal with the people as appropriate. Also, tell the group of brothers heading abroad that their first mission objective is to take down the assassin organizations on this list in their respective regions and replace them."

"Yes, Boss," Zhao Zhi replied, bowing beside him.

After giving his instructions, Qin Yang turned and went home. The upcoming scene would be a bit bloody, not suitable for him to watch... Nan Yun, Xin Yang, and others, after gathering, embarked on a long journey, traversing mountains and ridges, finally arriving in Northern Myanmar.

At the Northern Myanmar-Dongda border, Xin Yang and his group had just descended from the mountain when they saw two old trucks parked by the roadside, surrounded by seven or eight unidentified armed personnel carrying live ammunition.

Seeing these people, the snakehead leader quickly ran over and started chatting with them. It was evident that the two parties were very familiar with each other.

After talking for a while, the snakehead leader ran back and said, "Next, they will take you to your workplace. Since we are compatriots, I advise you all to be honest and obedient. Otherwise, they are not as easy to talk to as we are. Alright, see you again if fate allows!"

After the snakehead leader finished speaking, he ignored the group, took his subordinates, and continued climbing back over the mountain.

After the snakehead and his group left, a man holding an AK47 with one hand came up to the crowd and shouted, "All of you get in the truck, and be honest, or don't blame the bullets in my gun for not having eyes!"

A Death Warrior looked at Xin Yang, signaling whether to make a move. Xin Yang slightly shook his head; it wasn't the right time to act. Immediately, a group of Death Warriors plus a dozen or so 'fools' were herded onto the truck.

It was another bumpy ride, and after an unknown period, the truck drove into a large factory. When the truck stopped, someone outside knocked on the carriage, telling everyone to get off.

When Xin Yang and the others got down, they saw a man in a neat suit with impeccably combed hair standing on a small platform, and beneath the platform knelt seven or eight men and women.

Seeing Xin Yang and the others get off, the man on the platform said with a forced smile, "Welcome, new partners, to our prosperous family. My name is Sun Xin, and I will be your supervisor from now on. In a moment, I will arrange a welcome party for you. For now, I need to enforce the company's rules and regulations.

You all, learn from this. If you can't meet your performance targets in the future, you'll end up just like these people!"

After Sun Xin finished speaking, he looked at the kneeling people again and said, "Someone, give these incorrigible wastes a taste of their own medicine. Do you really think this place is a charity?"

As soon as Sun Xin's words fell, several tall and burly thugs, armed with iron rods, wooden clubs, and electric batons, began to violently beat the kneeling people on the ground. For a moment, screams echoed throughout the factory.

Xin Yang and the Death Warriors watched this scene coldly. As for the dozen or so 'fools' who came with them, their eyes filled with fear, and their bodies trembled.

It wasn't until five minutes later that Sun Xin waved his hand and said, "That's enough for today. Remember, if you don't meet your performance targets tomorrow, you'll have to go where you belong."

Hearing Sun Xin say this, the several people, already covered in wounds from the beating, shivered and looked at Sun Xin in terror. Someone begged, "Manager Sun, I will definitely complete it! I'll call home right now. Please, don't sell me to those people!"

"Heh heh, we'll see your performance!" Sun Xin sneered.

Then, Sun Xin looked at Xin Yang and the others and said, "You must be curious why they are so scared, right? Heh heh, have you heard of organ trafficking? If you don't meet your performance targets in the next half month, then you'll exchange your body parts for it. Understand?"

Xin Yang and the others did not reply, but this displeased Sun Xin. Sun Xin roared, "I asked if you understand! Are you all mute? Or do you want me to turn you into real mutes?"

Then Sun Xin strode down the platform and happened to stand in front of Xin Yang, saying, "Answer me! Do you understand?"

Xin Yang made a gesture behind his back, then calmly said, "What can you do to me if I don't understand?"

"Hahahahaha, oh, a real troublemaker. I love troublemakers the most. You all watch, this is what happens to troublemakers," Sun Xin suddenly laughed loudly upon hearing this.

But before he could finish laughing, Xin Yang suddenly shouted, "Move!"

Immediately, the other Death Warriors, already prepared, rushed towards the park thugs who were either holding guns or other weapons, with lightning speed.

Xin Yang also grabbed Sun Xin's neck, his voice chilling, "You won't see my end, but what do you think your end will be?"

Feeling the hand on his neck tightening, Sun Xin's eyes finally lost their arrogance and were replaced with a look of pleading.

Crack!

With a crisp sound, Xin Yang directly twisted Sun Xin's neck.

At this moment, the other Death Warriors had also completed their predetermined objectives. All the thugs on site were controlled; the sudden change left them unable to fire even a single shot.

"Minister, we've seized nine AKs and six pistols!" one of the Death Warriors reported after compiling the firearms.

"Good. Leave two people with guns to guard these individuals. The rest, take the remaining firearms and conduct a thorough search of this place. If attacked, kill without mercy!"

"Yes!"