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In the original memory, the organization looked down upon the interests here. For such a large entity, venturing into such sensitive areas seemed more trouble than it was worth.
Golden Bay could be occupied by pirates or criminals, but no major powers would allow it to fall under the control of a strong nation or superpower.
For a long time, the organization had been indifferent to this chaotic region due to its lack of impact on the Chinese Empire.
However, now that the world line was constantly changing, the organization began to infiltrate the Chinese Empire and shifted its focus to this important port in the South China Sea.
Perhaps they did not intend to fully control this place; they simply aimed to achieve objectives similar to their own plans. Yet, they had clearly been eyeing this area for quite some time.
Initially, after the Hijacking Incident at schools, authorities sensed some discord, and now they seemed intent on making a low-profile entry.
The methods employed were almost identical to their own—hiding amidst the turmoil stirred up at Moscow Hotel, swiftly eliminating one force and replacing it with another.
Otherwise, their size alone would be enough to alert the Chinese Empire, which would be counterproductive for them.
Under normal circumstances, with the current capabilities of Hive Security Company, it would be impossible to shake the organization even slightly. Yang Xiaoyou would not take such risks.
However, if the other party was wary of causing too much commotion, he was not going to let go of an opportunity to strike back.
Feigning ignorance of the other party's identity, they could only swallow their grievances. For forces of this scale, everything bowed to profit; there would be no personal vendettas. This was something Yang Xiaoyou understood well about the organization.
After a brief communication with Mo Wenfu, Mo Wenfu adjusted and modified the upcoming actions based on his exceptional perspective.
"Hmph! A rabble," scoffed a man wearing a hood and a tactical vest as he stepped into a mansion complete with its own garden.
This task was far too simple for them; he couldn't understand why the higher-ups had arranged for his team to come here. It felt like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.
They had only undergone basic shooting training, and they couldn't even unify their weapons. They were hardly worth his effort.
However, orders were orders. Although he was dissatisfied, he still proceeded to handle the situation as required. His responsibility was solely combat; as for everything else, professionals would take over.
"Once we clean up the battlefield, the enemy reinforcements should arrive in about ten minutes. Taking advantage of this opportunity while they are unaware, we can eliminate a significant portion of their living forces. This will make our subsequent tasks much easier. Bait and the ambush team, get ready." He surveyed the hall filled with corpses and blood, then addressed his subordinates.
"Boss, it's a good thing we were a bit slow; otherwise, it would have been a real mess." From the second floor of a nearby building, Noah remarked as he watched the fast-moving team below.
The enemy was well-trained and well-equipped. If they had launched an attack first and then been ambushed, it could have resulted in considerable losses.
"It was Mr. Mo's arrangement that delayed us slightly. If they are slower than us, we usually don't need to worry about their ambushes. If they are faster, then this is the situation we face now," Yang Xiaoyou noted, understanding some of Mo Wenfu's strategies.
He also expressed some admiration.
"We'll wait until both sides engage before taking action. Let them help us clean up the scene; that area will be our branch in the future. Besides, I worry they might have some dirty tricks." As he watched the team begin to stealthily approach, Yang Xiaoyou's eyes sparkled with an inexplicable light.
"Big Sister, the mission is complete! Don't forget our reward." As Balalaika approached, Y lit a cigarette and said with a smirk.
"I know, when have I ever shortchanged you?" Balalaika replied with a smile as she looked at him, though her scarred face appeared somewhat intimidating.
"By the way, it seems there's been another conflict on the other side. Should we intervene?" With his hands clasped behind his head, Y casually glanced into the distance. The cigarette in his mouth wobbled slightly, revealing an unexpectedly cute contrast.
"Don't interfere, but you can observe," Balalaika said, glancing towards the direction of the gunfire. "To be honest, I hope that emerging force can establish a foothold; it would increase the possibility of cooperation between us."
However, she was also concerned about whether other factions would take advantage of the situation and intervene. If they wanted to negotiate first, they would need to make a formal decision to unite. Now it all depended on whether that rising force could inflict effective damage tonight.
Even without the interference of a united team, the fighting capability of that group of Koreans should not be underestimated; after all, they were a force that had managed to take root here.
"Hold your ground! Keep pushing! Are you all useless?" The Asian man who had left earlier was now jumping up and down under the protection of a few others, trying to rally his frightened subordinates. They had the numerical advantage on their side.
Unfortunately, after wave after wave of comrades fell, those huddled behind cover began to show signs of fear. The equipment on both sides was not on the same level; with such visibility, the enemy could shoot accurately, clearly equipped with night vision gear.
"Damn it! Did I raise you all to be useless? You're worthless!" The Asian man roared upon seeing the situation.
At first, he thought it would be easy to deal with a bunch of opportunistic fellows by gathering his main combat personnel.
However, while he expected to sweep them away like autumn leaves, the positions of both sides had flipped. Now he was even considering seeking help from other factions; the enemy was proving too formidable.
Just as this thought crossed his mind, a well-equipped combat team suddenly flanked them from behind and launched an attack.
The strike instantly reduced their numbers by several. Realizing this situation, the leading Asian man's face changed dramatically. If the hidden enemies in front charged out now, they would truly be caught in a pincer attack.
However, contrary to his expectations, the enemies who had initially attacked seemed unusually quiet now; they did not seize this rare opportunity to coordinate their efforts. Even the gunfire had completely ceased, leaving the area in eerie silence.
But at this moment, he couldn't afford to think too much about it. Seizing this rare opportunity, he launched a full counterattack. Although the enemy's equipment was superior, his side held an absolute numerical advantage. Without a coordinated pincer movement against them, facing that sudden charge was not without hope!
In the dimly lit alley that was under relentless attack by the Korean group, Yang Xiaoyou casually tossed the body of a victim, whose throat he had just slit, onto the ground.
Behind him stood another group of heavily armed fellows, diligently handling their own corpses.
The bodies of elite combatants were discarded like rags on the ground.
The eyes of the corpse thrown aside by Yang Xiaoyou were filled with disbelief, as if it could not comprehend how its team had been silently and completely wiped out in an instant.
In this dark environment, a glance around revealed that every person seemed to exude a murderous red glow, a terrifying aura coalescing around this group, centered on Yang Xiaoyou.
Slaughter, chaos, and fury—this negative energy had begun to affect both sides engaged in combat nearby.
It felt as if there were some monstrous predator lurking in the shadows of death.
"Let them have their fun here; we’ll head to the other side," Yang Xiaoyou said, licking his lips as he glanced at the fierce battle between both sides.
By ensuring a balance of power between them, he aimed to let them wear each other down while conserving his own energy.
To be continued.
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