Chapter 695: Armed to the Teeth

The Los Angeles West District, three kilometers from the abandoned cannery—Liu Yutong’s convoy was hidden there, not moving rashly.

“Jess’s informant confirms the Snakehead Gang will transport roughly twenty piglets tonight. Zhao Weixiang will likely be there in person.”

After reporting this, Yun Cheng asked, “Young Mistress, should we move?”

Liu Yutong: “Zhao Weixiang is extremely cautious. Back in Pearl City, he managed to flee before the police investigation caught up with him. That proves he won’t easily take risks. Until he shows his face, there’s no need for us to go toe-to-toe with the Snakehead Gang.”

“What does Young Mistress mean?”

“Punishing criminals is the local police’s job,” Liu Yutong said.

Though she had made a big show of mobilizing Wanlong Society’s core elite to capture Zhao Weixiang, she had no desire to let her brothers and sisters engage in a shootout with a gang on foreign soil.

Even though she knew nothing about warfare, she understood that storming a gang stronghold armed with Truth would likely cost lives.

If anyone died, she couldn’t accept it, nor could she face their families.

Let the local police charge into battle. She only needed to find an opportunity to capture Zhao Weixiang.

In short: if Zhao Weixiang didn’t show his face, she wouldn’t show hers.

Though Yun Cheng felt it was a shame—he’d been itching to take those guys on with Truth, just thinking about it was exciting—he still deeply respected the Young Mistress’s decision, and was even moved by it.

The Young Mistress always put their safety first. That was why they were willing to follow her to the death.

“Yun Cheng, contact Su Mansu. Have her reach out to several major local Los Angeles media outlets, plus the China Correspondent Station in the US. Tell them we’ve received reliable intelligence that the Snakehead Gang is illegally detaining our compatriots at the abandoned cannery, suspected of human trafficking. Invite them to witness the entire police rescue operation.”

“Putting pressure on the police?”

“Not pressure. With media present, the gang won’t dare openly slaughter hostages. Even if the Snakehead Gang wants to make a move, they’ll have to weigh the consequences—unless they’ve truly become terrorists with a death wish.”

“Also, sync this information with Detective Davis. Tell them we’ve already locked down the hostages’ specific location and that they must send more personnel. We’ll comply with their requirements, only providing necessary support and intelligence from the periphery.”

“Young Mistress wants the police to lead the charge while we hide in the shadows and wait for an opportunity, then move to capture Zhao Weixiang when he’s forced out?”

“Exactly!”

Liu Yutong nodded, then turned to Chu Yang: “Chu Yang, you have special operations experience. You’ll be the primary commander for this operation. You’ll arrange everyone’s specific actions from here on out.”

“Understood, Young Mistress!”

Chu Yang didn’t decline and quickly got into position.

He had already studied the terrain map of this area and conducted reconnaissance nearby during the day. He already had an operational plan.

“Brother Yun, take five men and secretly infiltrate the third to fifth floors of the abandoned office building to the east. Bring high-power telescopes and thermal imaging devices, establish a concealed observation post, and monitor all movements throughout the factory area and its surroundings, especially any abnormal personnel movement.”

“Lan Die, take ten men and guard near the old passage to the south that connects to the main road. Use the terrain to set up an ambush, responsible for intercepting or pursuing any targets that might flee in that direction.”

“Ji Yu, you and the remaining men protect the Young Mistress, while also watching our rear and flanks. Be vigilant for any gang members circling around from behind.”

“I’ll follow the police action group close to the front line. After obtaining first-hand intelligence, I’ll synchronize it to everyone in real-time via radio.”

“Agreed!” everyone responded.

Chu Yang looked at everyone and emphasized once more: “Everyone remember, the core mission the Young Mistress gave us is to capture Zhao Weixiang alive, not to have a firefight with the Snakehead Gang. Unless the other side fires first, do not open fire. Also, change into the newly acquired equipment.”

As soon as he finished speaking, several Wanlong Society members carried several large black boxes from the vehicles and placed them on the ground.

Opening the boxes revealed neatly packed heavy bulletproof vests, tactical helmets with night vision and communication modules, cut-resistant gloves, and tactical vests with ballistic protection plates.

Chu Yang gave them a rough introduction to the expensive equipment they had purchased.

“These are top-tier goods we spent a fortune on. For example, these bulletproof vests are Level IV, capable of withstanding direct 7.62mm rifle fire. The helmets are military standard, no problem against shrapnel and close-range pistol rounds. Each tactical vest is equipped with a rapid first-aid kit, non-lethal flashbangs and tear gas, plus multiple spare magazines…”

“All equipment was purchased according to the Young Mistress’s highest requirements. The safety is unquestionable. Unless you’re extremely unlucky and get hit in an unprotected area, or directly hit by artillery fire, you’ll generally be fine.”

“If some unlucky bastard does get hit by an RPG, I only have one suggestion: catch the shell with your bare hands and throw it back at those sons of bitches!”

“Hahaha…”

When everyone heard this, their originally tense nerves clearly relaxed considerably.

To be honest, thinking about possibly engaging in a real gunfight with a gang, some of them couldn’t help but feel nervous inside.

Who would have thought that back in China, they had never even touched a gun, and now suddenly they were about to have a firefight? Not being nervous would be a lie. But as the elite of the elite of Wanlong Society, they had their pride and wouldn’t show weakness or retreat on the surface.

Now, seeing that the Young Mistress had prepared so much excellent and even somewhat excessive protective equipment for them, that bit of tension and worry in their hearts also dissipated.

Just the heavy bulletproof vest alone cost nearly ten thousand US dollars each. Add the helmet, vest, various accessories… each person’s gear was worth tens of thousands of dollars, comparable to a human fortress.

With such thorough preparation, if they still accidentally got killed, they could only blame their own bad luck.

After seeing them change into the equipment, Liu Yutong still felt uneasy and emphasized again.

“Everyone be careful. No matter how good the equipment is, don’t be reckless. Play it safe when you can. In any case, people can’t get hurt. Each of your lives is worth more than anything.”

Yun Cheng and the others felt warmth in their hearts and responded in unison: “Understood!”

Chu Yang picked up a bulletproof vest and put it on, moved his limbs, and sighed: “Even better than what I wore in the army. This protection is like wearing an iron shell.”

“That’s exactly the effect we want.”

Liu Yutong gave final instructions: “Remember, try to capture them alive, especially Zhao Weixiang.”

“Understood!” everyone responded.

About half an hour later, multiple patrol cars and SWAT vehicles from the local police station arrived at the cannery’s periphery, forming a convoy. Forty to fifty fully armed officers quickly disembarked and established a security perimeter using their vehicles.

Detective Davis also found the Wanlong Society group hiding not far away again.

When he saw this group, he was first startled, then couldn’t help but exclaim “good lord” several times!

The twenty-plus people before him were almost uniformly wearing pure black heavy bulletproof vests and tactical helmets… this equipment was clearly not civilian-grade.

It was far better than what he was wearing.

If he hadn’t seen Liu Yutong, he would have immediately drawn his gun and called for SWAT backup. Were these top-tier mercenaries from who knows where?

Chu Yang turned his head, the dark visor on his helmet making him look like a Terminator.

“Detective Davis, we’re ready here and can cooperate with your operation at any time.”

Davis: “…….”

He looked over the group’s equipment once more and finally couldn’t hold back, speaking with a sour tone.

“Buddy, we’re just hitting a gang. You guys are gearing up like you’re going to fight aliens. Is this appropriate?”