104: Sun Erniang's Butcher Shop (4K, please update!)

The hover pickup truck silently glided into the shadow of a back alley, its engine completely shut off.

Jiang Feng didn't get out of the vehicle; his calm gaze pierced through the windshield, looking at the sparsely lit Block 170 not far away.

"Mainframe, plan, re-evaluate."

"Understood, command confirmed."

"Phase one: Simultaneously attack the Garol Gang's 'Grandma Sun's Butcher Shop' (coordinates 170-B7) and the Iron Hand Gang's smuggling warehouse at Old Subway Line 12, Platform A2 (coordinates 171-K3)."

"Time difference upper limit: 28 minutes. Execution unit: Hand of Chaos Battle Group."

"Mission objective: Completely destroy facilities, maximize the creation of misjudgment between hostile parties. Authorize execution?"

"Authorize."

Jiang Feng uttered two words, clean and decisive.

He had remained inactive before, indeed harboring a sliver of hope, wanting to see if he could fish in troubled waters amidst the chaos, just like the first time he snatched the 'P.P.ShA' stockings, and swallow the goods in these two warehouses.

Whether it was the Garol Gang's contraband raw materials or the Iron Hand Gang's second-hand parts, both were worth a fortune.

Even if he didn't touch those harmful things, couldn't he scavenge for hardware wallets and get some virtual currency to spend?

But now, he no longer cared for such small amounts of money.

The plan to go to the Moon had been decided, no longer solely for purchasing goods from the Human Federation, but because he had to see with his own eyes what space was, what the Moon was, and what a spaceship was!

This was like looking at a car online; no matter how transparent the information, it was still blurry. Only by seeing it in person offline could one truly know its quality.

He needed to determine his future goals, his current position, and prepare for everything.

It was precisely for this reason that that trace of greed was completely crushed. What he wanted was clean and decisive destruction, to make the gangs and the Public Security Bureau, this group of colluding beasts, immediately and fiercely tear into each other.

"Supreme Commander, the current situation has changed, and the original plan may not fully align with the present."

The Mainframe enumerated the unfavorable factors: "Tactical assessment: Under Director Fobler's high-pressure stance, both the Garol Gang and the Iron Hand Gang have shown unusual restraint, and their willingness to conflict has significantly decreased."

"This attack may not directly lead to a large-scale confrontation between the two sides, and the expected effect of diverting trouble is uncertain."

Jiang Feng's gaze did not waver; he said calmly, "This is exactly what I want. First, it's to slap Director Fobler in the face. He just boasted in various news media that public order has improved and the 'Crimson Scorpion Tail' bombing case has been solved."

"In the blink of an eye, two major gang smuggling warehouses are blown sky-high right under his nose."

"Isn't this the best reason for the Red Alert to continue, or even escalate?"

"Secondly." He paused: "With warehouses destroyed, core assets lost, and further restrictions from the Red Alert, under numerous unfavorable conditions, haven't the Garol Gang and the Iron Hand Gang been substantially weakened?"

"Logic established, Supreme Commander."

The blue light cube formed by the Mainframe jumped out, instantly transforming into a small house. Through the window, a girl in a white dress saluted Jiang Feng, her small face stern, black hair falling over her shoulders.

"The destruction of the warehouses will damage the gangs' cash flow and supply chains, significantly reducing their influence."

"In the Slums' ecosystem, this ebb and flow will inevitably incite other secondary forces, such as the 'Razor Gang' and 'Wrath of Nature,' to covet and tentatively encroach, throwing the underground power structure into turmoil."

"Exactly."

Jiang Feng leaned closer, looking through the tiny, fingernail-sized window with his large eyes.

The girl in the white dress changed from saluting with one hand to two hands, her spine ramrod straight, her small face icy, her brows unmoving.

Jiang Feng felt a little like laughing; he quickly backed away: "What I want is this turmoil. While I'm away from Earth, the more chaotic the underground world, the better, and the calmer the lives of ordinary people, the better."

"So chaotic that no one has the energy to even remember a small character like me."

"So calm that my in-laws, my parents, can have a few peaceful days."

He looked out at the dark night: "If I'm not having a good time, they shouldn't expect to sleep soundly either!"

"Execute!"

"Command confirmed, waiting to deploy Hand of Chaos Battle Group."

Jiang Feng reached out and gripped the black briefcase. He looked out the window and snapped his fingers.

In the shadows, figures emerged as if from thick ink, or as if light was strangely refracted in the air.

With the holographic disguise device operating at full power, twenty-four deadly machines appeared like ghosts, silently in the shadows around the pickup truck, without a single metallic friction sound, without any energy fluctuations leaking.

Eight Peregrine Falcon Robot, eight Shadows, eight Storms.

They perfectly blended into the dirty backdrop of the Slums at night, as if they were naturally part of the shadows.

"Form into groups." Jiang Feng shook his wristband and ordered.

[Assault Team: 4 Peregrine Falcon Robot, 4 Shadows.]

Eight robots instantly stepped forward, their equipment configuration displayed in the holographic image frame: plastic explosives, silenced pistols, electro-thermal knives.

They would execute the infiltration, becoming the sharp blades for Jiang Feng's deadly strike.

[Alert/Fire Support Team: Remaining 4 Peregrine Falcon Robot, 8 Storms, 4 Shadows.]

Sixteen robots dispersed, infiltrating the shadows of nearby buildings, some guarding intersections, some guarding alleys, some positioned in dead ends filled with trash.

Among this batch of robots, the Peregrine Falcon Robot carried small backpacks, their suicide drones ready, and their silenced submachine guns aimed at possible reinforcement routes around the butcher shop.

The Storms' wrist armor retracted, and their thick "MW-3" laser cannons unfolded under disguise. Their 3-megawatt intense energy was enough to instantly vaporize metal, let alone flesh and blood.

The Shadows climbed silently along walls and pipes, occupying the high ground.

The rooftop of an abandoned apartment building diagonally opposite the butcher shop, the top of a rusted water tower, and two higher vantage points behind the butcher shop.

The four sniper positions mutually supported each other. Even if enemies arrived, no matter what cover they hid behind, they would not escape death.

After all, they were equipped with "mining laser" components miniaturized from the "star digger" blueprint. From their dark emission ports, lasers from ancient designs could burst forth at any moment.

There were no sound or light effects of traditional sniper rifles, only a scorching, deadly silent beam of light.

"Mission objective: 170-B7, 'Grandma Sun's Butcher Shop,' complete destruction."

"Archive code: 'Breakout of the tranquility,' authorize execution."

"Confirmed." Jiang Feng liked the Mainframe's humor.

The eight robots of the assault team, like smoke dispersed by the wind, instantly vanished from around the pickup truck, rushing towards the "Grandma Sun's Butcher Shop" with its greasy signboard deep in Block 170.

The wristband projected a real-time tactical overhead view of the butcher shop's surroundings, as well as the first-person battlefield imagery shared by the assault team.

The overhead view was provided by the sniper points; the Shadows' sensor resolution was extremely high, crystal clear.

A Dalit thug, puffing on a cheap cigarette, was huddled in the sheltered corner of the butcher shop's side door, constantly rubbing his hands.

"Damn aliens, damn Terran Union, damn those lords..."

Above his head, in the shadow of a discarded billboard, an almost invisible distortion in the air descended.

The thug didn't even have time to feel the chill at the back of his neck before his head was violently twisted by an irresistible force.

"Crunch."

The sound of his cervical spine shattering was scattered by the cold wind.

The Shadow released its grip, and the body, eyes wide open, slumped to the ground, quickly dragged into the shadow of a nearby garbage pile.

At the main entrance, a guard looking down at a hot dance on his wristband, his hand, however, remained pressed against the bulging gun at his waist.

The sewer grate beneath his feet was silently moved aside, and a mechanical arm, the same color as the sewer, shot out like lightning. The electro-thermal knife precisely entered his lower back, piercing from his kidney all the way into both lungs.

Under 1500-degree high temperature, both lungs charred, leaving no airflow whatsoever for the human to vibrate vocal cords.

The guard's body stiffened, then was dragged into the dark sewer.

At the rooftop ventilation duct, the lookout thug was taking out a pencil and sprinkling water in the corner of the rooftop.

The ventilation duct behind him seemed to vibrate. He had just turned to look, the pencil still dripping water.

"Bang!"

The ventilation grate was knocked open by a huge force, and a peregrine robot suddenly lunged out, firing its silenced pistol at close range.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft."

Bullets entered through the jaw, tumbling inside the skull. The body was stuffed back into the narrow duct.

The flying ventilation grate, however, was precisely caught by a mechanical arm extending from the sewer before it landed, and then tucked away.

The entire process was as fast as lightning; the few overt and covert sentries on the periphery of the butcher shop were completely eliminated in less than thirty seconds.

No alarms, no superfluous sounds, only the wailing of the cold wind blowing through the dilapidated signboard.

The eight mechanical assassins gathered, forming four two-person teams. Like ink drops in water, they synchronously infiltrated the butcher shop's interior through the rooftop breach, back door, sewer exit, and main entrance.

Access control?

Under near-field communication protocols, no access control could withstand the Mainframe's brute-force cracking.

"Clear internal residual resistance."

Inside the butcher shop, there were still five or six core members of the Garol Gang, and several "technical backbone" personnel responsible for various tasks.

Following the sound of the access control system being opened, they discovered the blurry outlines of the intruders.

The guards among them tried to raise their guns in terror.

But it was too late.

Silenced pistols emitted dull "pfft pfft" sounds at close range, and electro-thermal knives cut scorching paths of death through the air.

Bullets precisely drilled into foreheads or hearts, blades severed carotid arteries or plunged into temples.

Even as their bodies fell, their gun barrels were still hot.

Fundamentally, this was because the wrists holding the guns were severed at the root, and the index fingers and triggers were charred by high temperatures.

The battle ended in less than two minutes, leaving only the pervasive smell of blood and the stench of chemicals.

The robots began to explore the confined space.

In Jiang Feng's shared perspective, the screen was instantly filled with gore, filth, and appalling chaos.

The ground was greasy and slippery, looking incredibly sticky. Under the pale lights, the scene resembled a slaughterhouse from hell.

On the huge stainless steel operating table, instead of neatly cut animal meat, there were mountains of various chemical raw material barrels, crude filtration devices, and a complete set of silent chemical equipment.

The chemical sniffer's analysis told Jiang Feng that the air here was full of precursors for illegal drugs.

Even more chilling was the cold storage area.

When a Shadow pulled open the heavy cold storage door, a blast of cold air rushed out.

Inside the freezers, stacked layer upon layer, were not pigs or sheep, but twisted, incomplete human skeletons, frozen!

Some still had muscles not fully stripped, frozen stark white in the frost. On the adjacent operating table, blood-stained cutting tools and several unprocessed containers of unknown origin were scattered.

This was not just a contraband smuggling warehouse, but a horrific workshop for processing "raw materials."

Jiang Feng's expression immediately hardened. The Garol Gang's business far exceeded the scope of contraband.

"High-value targets found: chemical equipment, raw material storage area, core cold storage, data server."

The Mainframe reported, framing different items with different colored boxes.

The assault team's robots didn't hesitate for a moment. Plastic explosives were precisely placed on the building's load-bearing structures.

"Download the server's data, erase traces, don't blow it up, let it become a flashpoint in the digital world."

"Understood."

Micro-timers were set, and the countdown began to tick silently.

"Demolition points set, countdown: 300 seconds."

"Evacuate."

All the robots left without the slightest hesitation, as mysteriously as they had arrived, quickly withdrawing from their respective infiltration routes.

They gathered in front of the hover pickup truck, like shimmering hot air, and collectively vanished.

Jiang Feng patted the black briefcase, silently activated the engine, and rejoined the traffic flow along the path he came from.

The five-minute countdown was quickly coming to an end. He handed the driving over to the Mainframe, then turned his head, witnessing with his own eyes the place of sin with the butcher shop sign.

The countdown reached zero.

"Boom!!!"

An extremely dull roar.

The next second, an orange-red fireball violently expanded, instantly engulfing everything.

The stored chemicals ignited, giving the explosion wave a more eerie, more intense color.

The shockwave swept through the nearby blocks, shattering nearby windows.

However, due to precise demolition, almost all the energy was used to destroy the building structure, rather than to harm innocents.

The surging flames were merely a chain reaction, harmless in the grand scheme of things.

Almost simultaneously with the explosion, piercing sirens tore through the night sky from all directions.

Blue, red, like a furious swarm, rushed madly from every intersection towards Block 170!

The dark Anti-Terrorism Mobile Unit helicopters also emitted deafening roars, their thick searchlight beams, like spears of judgment against evil, instantly locked onto the towering flames!

The hover pickup truck drove steadily in the traffic.

It blended in with the other cars, equally startled by the explosion and accelerating away, completely inconspicuous.

Jiang Feng expressionlessly switched the navigation route.

Destination: Block 171, Old Subway Line 12, Platform A2 entrance.

Only 7 minutes had passed since the first explosion.

There were still 21 minutes until the time window for triggering the second phase of the operation.

The prelude to chaos had begun.

The city was about to burn.