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In the Garden Mansion, the leader's face turned ashen as he glared at the half-empty ranks of his team. "What kind of people are they!" he exclaimed, venting his frustration as he broke the lever of the nearby staircase with a sweeping gesture.
In his calculations, he had expected that since most of his men were entangled by the enemy's schemes, they would directly strike at Advantage to launch an attack here.
Because of this, he had ordered that even if it came at a cost, his team must break free from their entanglement. While the Undercover Guys were besieging this location, those who were withdrawn should deliver a heavy blow from behind.
However, ideals are beautiful while reality is cruel. He thought he had been decisive enough, inflicting self-harm to maximize damage to the enemy.
But when his men finally regrouped, the anticipated attack from the enemy never came!
In fact, one of his teams had completely lost contact!
It was clear that the enemy had anticipated his possible judgments even before he issued his orders; they were a formidable opponent.
Realizing this sent chills down the leader's spine. Having participated in so many Battle Situations, he considered himself a decent tactician based on experience. Yet this time, every action he took had been completely under the enemy's control; the rhythm of the entire battle was firmly in their hands.
If his side had held absolute Advantage, then tactical tricks would have little decisive effect. But it was evident that the enemy's strength was not inferior to his own. The potential energy unleashed in such circumstances was terrifying.
With an Elite Combat Team and such formidable command, which faction had set its sights on this place? The higher-ups had certainly made considerable preparations for this operation. At least in terms of intelligence, there should have been no movements in those critical directions!
Even Elite warriors would feel their morale wane after suffering repeated setbacks. With so many gathered at the scene, their collective force had weakened somewhat. If this continued and the gap between Both Sides widened significantly, they could be crushed in an instant.
"Brothers, stay strong! The enemy is too afraid to show themselves; it’s clear they still fear our strength. And we are not fighting alone; as long as we can hold on, Support Forces of the Organization could arrive at any moment!" To boost his team's morale, the leader shouted.
Yet deep down, he knew better. Due to the need to avoid causing too much commotion here, reinforcements were unlikely to appear. In fact, because of this unexpected interference, he hadn’t even managed to meet the required protocols. Nevertheless, no matter what happened, he would not abandon hope.
Now was a time when three factions were vying for control; it was possible that another side might also clash with them. "Mo Wenfu," hearing information from the Surveillance Team, couldn't help but chuckle wryly. The enemy's various Aspects were indeed quite standard. However, precisely because of this predictability, it was relatively easy to deduce their intentions.
“Plan B. Let's execute the plan step by step and lure them over,” Mo Wenfu casually issued the command, a hint of sigh crossing his face. The newcomers were aware that a third party had emerged, but those Korean individuals were still oblivious.
As that group forcefully retreated, the people from Hive Security Company did not withdraw! They were scared! With a surge of momentum, they reclaimed the headquarters, laughing triumphantly. Seeing the once fierce 'opponents' suddenly thinning out their Firepower and seemingly retreating towards the headquarters, the Asian Man who had started to leave the venue sensed an opportunity.
The other side must have been suppressed due to a lack of manpower and ammunition. Indeed, while these foreign forces might be powerful, their supplies and personnel here could not compare to the local forces!
Meanwhile, a group dressed in old military uniforms swiftly cleared out a local Vietnamese gambling den. At the entrance, where they were cleaning up the battlefield, Balalaika noticed two disheveled individuals before her, her expression revealing a hint of disdain, though her scarred face appeared somewhat menacing.
“Alright, let’s get to the point. If you really want to deal with that fellow, don’t count us in.” Revy was fiddling with her hair, a flicker of anxiety in her eyes.
Beside her, duh remained silent.
“Dealing with them is not on our agenda; they are just new forces entering the area. We should support each other instead. However, I didn’t expect two new forces to emerge at once. The specific outcome will depend on how they clash,” Balalaika said thoughtfully, arms crossed.
Even if they wanted to win, simply taking down that group of Korean would be challenging. If those two new forces collided with each other, by the time the local forces made a decision to unite into an alliance, it was likely that whichever side emerged victorious after a night of exhausting battles would not fare well.
Perhaps both of the newly arrived forces possessed considerable strength and even confidence in being able to eliminate some of the living power from that group of Korean, allowing them to face the local alliance more assertively—forcing compromises like herself.
Unfortunately, their timing was not ideal. In this scenario of mutual weakening through a three-way melee, even if that group of Korean was severely battered, it was doubtful that either of the other two factions could hold onto their claimed territories.
Now she was hesitating whether to lend support to the other side; however, her own side also needed to clean up the remnants of those Vietnamese Gangsters. Even though she was confident in her own strength, she could not afford to fight on multiple fronts. What a pity for Gold Tooth. What do you mean? It seems like you’re unwilling; do you want another Moscow Hotel to emerge here? Those Korean bastards may be arrogant at times, but dealing with this kind of fellow is relatively easier. Besides, our intervention wouldn’t be without benefits; we could take advantage of their weakened state to divide up some territory or even push them out entirely.” A dark-skinned Vietnamese glared angrily at Gold Tooth.
The speaker was from one of the largest local factions rooted in Cam Ranh, rumored to have support from General Hu. He had already been irritated by issues surrounding the Moscow Hotel, and now seeing the slick Gold Tooth seemingly wanting to sit back and watch made him even more displeased.
“Chen the Boss, you know my situation. Those Mercenary guys are only responsible for our safety but can’t be commanded directly. So I can only feel helpless,” Gold Tooth chuckled lightly.
However, everyone present understood that while it might seem this way, when push came to shove and additional task payments were offered, those mercenaries under Gold Tooth would still act; it all depended on whether he was willing or not.
It was clear that he was unwilling.
"Hmph! In that case, you won't be considered for the distribution of the spoils," Chen's Vietnamese companion scoffed after realizing that their fellow was unyielding.
However, upon hearing his words, Gold Tooth revealed a hint of amusement in his eyes. He was confident in his judgment, and he had a copy of the same information in his possession. He believed that the mysterious fellow could handle the current situation, so he decided not to involve himself in this thankless endeavor.
Looking at the corpses scattered around, the well-equipped and battle-hardened elite warriors displayed a sense of helplessness and self-mockery in their eyes. The overall morale was quite low, lacking any excitement from having defeated their opponents.
The bodies before them were all from the group they had been exchanging fire with—the Koreans. The hidden mysterious force behind it all had yet to reveal itself.
However, from the gunfire coming from the few fleeing members of that rabble, they understood that their opponents had truly arrived before them.
After fighting for half the night, they had been eager to root out that mysterious force and strike hard, but the enemy had consistently avoided direct confrontation, luring the Koreans to wear down their energy.
To this day, those present did not know how their opponents managed to pull this off. The arrangement sounded simple, but the difficulty of execution was significant; one misstep could lead to being ambushed by their own group of Koreans.
Yet the reality was clear—they had not made even a slight mistake. The terrifying overall strategy combined with precise attention to detail meant that they had indeed fallen into a trap.
Finally tossing the cigarette butt to the ground, the leader finally spotted the group emerging from the shadows.
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