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The past few days had been exhausting. With the year-end approaching, everyone was busy. I just hoped everyone could support me a little and maybe save my work; that would satisfy me.
The fox smiled lightly. Since George had revealed his identity, it meant he basically trusted her or hoped she would stay. Regardless of his thoughts, the first step of the plan had already been accomplished.
Looking at George standing in front of her with his hands behind his back, the fox couldn't decipher his expression and said, "Hey! So you started from scratch? Are they all your brothers?"
George was momentarily taken aback by the fox's words. Typically, when girls heard the term "gang," they would feel some fear, but this lady was truly different!
Seeing the genuine confusion on the fox's face, George chuckled helplessly. "You could say that. They are my brothers, but right now..."
"Wow! Do all those guns belong to you?" The fox interrupted him quickly, pushing the narrative forward. According to the plan, the other team members were likely already outside the port warehouse walls. If she could learn where that batch of equipment was hidden early on, it would give her more time for the upcoming operation since she was supposed to 'leave' this place tomorrow night.
George's thick brows twitched slightly, but he immediately smiled and said, "Ah, after all, I'm the boss."
Although it was a subtle facial movement, the fox still keenly picked up on it. However, she needed to maintain this rhythm; changing the topic now would be counterproductive. "Wow! Can you teach me how to shoot? I really like it, but my dad never let me touch one."
Since gun control laws in America had tightened, it wasn't easy to buy firearms and ammunition casually at a weapon shop on the street. Generally, even with a gun permit, one could only purchase sporting firearms and bullets; high-powered weapons were not allowed on the market.
Despite this, it didn't stop the number of light weapons within America from increasing. In recent years, more and more obsolete military weapons had been sold through illegal arms trading to those in need.
Even though these were outdated military weapons, their power was far superior to ordinary sporting firearms. For instance, the batch of retired Type 81 rifles that had been stolen was no less powerful than a Kalashnikov.
"This..." George didn't agree immediately, but his facial expression betrayed his true thoughts. With a little more persuasion, she could definitely get his consent.
The fox's plan was simple: whatever gun he handed her to use would shift the topic onto firearms and then onto Chinese weapons, trying her best to extract information from him.
"Please!" The fox blinked her eyes and stared intently at George.
"Alright, follow me." George sighed helplessly and pulled out his phone, tapping a few times on the screen.
Before long, George's phone vibrated noticeably. After glancing at the message, he smiled at the fox and said, "Okay, now come with me."
The fox was somewhat puzzled. Was George really in contact with the Arms Dealer? He feigned sarcasm, saying, "Oh? Aren't you their boss? Why do you need to consult your superiors for such a trivial matter?"
George shrugged with a smile, unfazed by the fox's mockery, and led him toward the unloading area of the port.
In front of a cluster of containers stood a man in a black suit, waiting for George and the fox. George waved cheerfully, and the Suit Man nodded, leading the two into the maze of containers.
The fox did his best to compare his current location with the map in his memory. They were undoubtedly at Position One of Chen Rui. If this was indeed the illegal arms hideout of the Arms Dealer, then their batch of equipment could very well be here.
Reaching a container used for agricultural purposes, the Suit Man crouched down and opened the door, seemingly too lazy to even lock it!
The three entered the container, which was completely dark inside. The outside floodlights barely penetrated this area filled with containers, making it impossible to see anything within.
Suddenly, a bright light made the fox squint his eyes. But when he opened them again, he was stunned by what he saw: neatly stacked Wooden Boxes. The front row of boxes was already open, revealing five perfectly arranged Type 81-1 Automatic Rifles inside each box!
The fox quickly concealed his shock but feigned surprise again, tilting his head and asking with a smile, "So these are Kalashnikovs?"
George laughed heartily and handed a Type 81 rifle to the fox, patting the shoulder of the black-suited man. "You take her to play in the warehouse. I have to go back; I hope you won't disappoint me!"
"Hey!" The fox grabbed George's sleeve, wanting to say something but hesitating, looking quite conflicted.
George smiled as he held onto the fox's hand and pointed at the Suit Man beside them. "Just let White here show you around. I suddenly have some personal matters to attend to—I'll be back soon!"
The fox cursed himself for being sentimental. If he hadn't acted like this, perhaps he could have secured more time. Right now, it was crucial to control that Suit Man and the Guard Room as quickly as possible.
Sighing, George quickly exited the cluster of containers, his not-so-strong figure disappearing swiftly into the night.
"Yuki Chiba, this way please." White looked at the fox expressionlessly. After pulling down the electrical switch inside the container and closing its door, he led the fox toward a large warehouse by the port.
Along the way, the fox kept observing the patrolling guards. In fact, there weren't many night patrol personnel at the port; they were mostly in pairs, which could make things difficult if encountered.
White brought the fox to a large enclosed warehouse that seemed to be open all night long. Even though it was dark and windy outside, this place was exceptionally bright—completely different from the earlier cluster of containers.
The entire Closed Warehouse was filled with neatly arranged Wooden Boxes. Unlike the boxes storing item 81-1, these were larger, and it was unclear what powerful weapons they contained.
White led the fox to a place resembling a Shooting Range and retrieved a Magazine from one of the boxes, handing it to the fox.
As soon as the fox took the Magazine, something felt off. Although it appeared to contain bullets, the weight was no different from an empty Magazine; even if there were bullets, there might only be one or two.
White noticed the fox's unease and placed his hands behind his back, quietly observing.
What should I do? My earlier careless action has clearly revealed some information. If this continues, I will inadvertently expose even more. What should I do?
Quickly loading the Magazine and chambering a round, the fox aimed the gun at White.
White frowned slightly and sneered, "Yuki Chiba, what are you doing?"
The fox smirked. "We all know what's going on, so there's no need to pretend! You've figured out my identity, haven't you?"
White shook his head helplessly and slowly placed the hidden K on the ground, raising his hands above his head. "It seems that's the case. Although I couldn't discern your exact identity, it was evident from just a few encounters that something was off. Not taking action first was my mistake."
The fox stepped forward, using his foot to pull the K closer while aiming at White with one hand and reaching for the K with the other.
With the Automatic Rifle in his right hand, the fox quickly removed the K's Magazine. After confirming it was fully loaded with Ammunition in the chamber, he swiftly reinserted the Magazine. He swung his left arm back while raising his left leg clad in sneakers.
With a crisp click, the K was chambered. The fox aimed at White's chest and slowly lowered the right-hand rifle to let it drop to the ground before kicking it away forcefully.
"Clap clap clap." White couldn't help but laugh and applauded continuously. "That move just now is not something an ordinary person can pull off. Even I or George couldn't do it. Only someone with professional training could achieve that; it seems I've indeed kicked a hard rock this time."
The fox found it hard to understand his words, but he knew that this fully loaded offensive handgun was certainly more useful than the single-bullet rifle he had just discarded. Killing Mr. White now would be beneficial; since George valued him so highly, his identity must be significant—perhaps he could command those guards.
Quickly moving behind White, he pressed the gun against his heart. This way, even a handgun could ensure a fatal shot, completely erasing any thoughts of retaliation.
Looking at the cold-faced fox, White smiled helplessly and began walking toward the warehouse exit.
"Hey! How can you be so oblivious as a hostage?" The Fox hurriedly followed and pressed the gun against his back, laughing and scolding.
White helplessly replied, "Sorry, this is my first time being taken hostage, especially by such a sexy beauty. If I’ve done something wrong, please enlighten me."
The Fox was exasperated by White's carefree attitude, but since he still needed him for now, he said nothing and silently followed White.
It seemed that White was aware of the Fox's intentions as he skillfully avoided all the guards and quietly made his way to the Guard Room. Even the Fox began to doubt whether White was actually a spy sent in by their side; their cooperation was just too seamless.
Before entering the Guard Room, White mischievously said, "Hurry up and notify your comrades to come over; otherwise, it will be hard to explain later."
The Fox, half-convinced, dialed the designated number. He quickly hung up after the third ring; this was the prearranged signal to contact them if they managed to control the gatekeeper.
Soon, the Elephant General arrived at the door with the Tiger and White Wolf but was stopped by the gatekeeper.
"Is it them?" The gatekeeper asked White.
Feeling a nudge on his back, White quickly nodded with a smile.
The gatekeeper looked curiously at the beautiful woman behind White but couldn't say anything more and had no choice but to let the Elephant General and his companions through.
As they exited the Guard Room, the Elephant General met up with the Fox. Upon seeing the man standing in front of the Fox, he immediately understood what was going on.
"Chiba... Yuki..." A familiar voice suddenly rang out from behind them. The Fox's mind went completely blank because the owner of that voice was—George.
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