After a few gym owners exchanged brief greetings, Yang Hongzhen and Yang Wudi from the Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall immediately said:
"What are you waiting for? As you said before, the troops will be divided into three groups and raid the lair of the Hongshan Club gang. I will go to my son-in-law's house for dinner in the afternoon."
In his words, he did not take the Hongshan Society seriously at all.
"Master Yang speaks quickly."
"Walk?"
"Walk!"
"Set off."
"Let's go to Huayu Street."
"Hahaha, then my Hongquan martial arts school will go to the street of Yulou."
At this time, Fan Luo had already left the Lanshan Martial Arts School. He moved forward at a high speed, passing through the streets like a gust of wind. When others found him, he had disappeared from the end of the field of vision.
Fan Luo has never run so happily. In the past, even if his external skills were perfect, his running speed was not slow. He only relied on simple bursts of force, which were reaction forces without any skills, and were brute force.
He had always envied Lin Qizhu's body-lighting skills, but unfortunately he never had time to learn them.
Getting started with any martial arts requires time.
And this time is enough for him to improve a certain magical skill to perfection.
The reason why Fan Luo took one step ahead was because he wanted to explore the Red Mountain Club first.
A few hours have passed since it became clear to now, and quite a few people in Suicheng know that the people of the Hongshan Club were defeated and captured by the Lanshan Martial Arts School. As the "party", it is impossible for the Hongshan Club not to know.
If an ambush is set up, there will most likely be casualties at the martial arts school. As for the extent of the casualties, it depends on how many firearms Hongshan has.
In terms of personal combat power alone, it is impossible for Hongshan Club to compare with the martial arts school.
Fan Luo has a loom, and the chip has many functions. Video recording, scanning, and recording are all basic functions, but it can very well identify and feedback the number and location of enemies. The intelligence of the loom can also help him identify who is a threat.
The loom also has a 'thermal imaging' function, which can capture enemies hiding in the dark based on temperature.
And these are just basic functions, which are technologies invented a hundred years ago. The power of the chip lies in computing and intelligence.
He is sure to break into the Hongshan Guild, and even all the gangs in Suicheng, relying not only on his own strength, but also on the loom.
Let alone him, any well-trained agent can easily break in and out of the gang as long as he is given a loom chip of the same level.
The headquarters of the Red Mountain Society is located in the south of the city, completely opposite to the Qinggang in the north, but they always want to take away the Qinggang's hall.
Lanshan Martial Arts School is also in the north of the city.
From the north to the south of the city, it normally takes more than half an hour to walk and about 20 minutes to run. Fan Luo followed the directions of the loom and moved forward at full speed. It only took more than five minutes to arrive at a factory covering a large area.
In addition to the surrounding walls, the outer layer is also locked with iron mesh, making it look like a large construction site.
But outside the 'construction site', there were many people from the Hongshan Society wandering around.
Carry a knife with you and make no secret of it.
There was a 3D map in Fan Luo's field of vision. Not only did the map have an accurate image of the factory, but there were also red people moving around. The loom marked a certain area for him. He slowed down and walked over, easily.
Climb over the wall and enter.
There's no one here.
After Fan Luo took a casual look around, he immediately rushed towards the factory with the largest number of people.
Suddenly, Fan Luo paused and changed his direction slightly.
The loom seems to have found its arsenal.
Hiding all the way, Fan Luo arrived outside the weapons depot very smoothly.
The thermal imaging feedback showed the situation inside, which was densely packed with hundreds of people. The strange thing was that these people were divided into three waves, with one wave being the largest. They were piled in one place and rarely moved around.
There is another wave outside, with the smallest number of people.
Outside, there was another wave with twice the number of people as the second wave, but there were only about twenty people.
"Not an arsenal."
"Based on the latest information collected, this is where Hongshan Society stores its 'goods'. The 58 women and 46 children are most likely related to the recently missing people in Suicheng, and there is a small chance that they were transported from other places."
"Where is the weapons depot?" he asked quietly.
Soon, an area was marked, and the loom carefully mapped out a moving route.
Fan Luo no longer hesitated and rushed in directly.
There were more than twenty people, four of them were playing cards, eight of them were watching, and the rest were chatting in twos and threes or busy with their own things.
Pfft——
A man's throat was cut, and an arrow of blood spurted out.
thump--
The man whose throat was cut fell to the ground, blood was flowing all over the ground, and he twitched and gradually stopped moving.
But in this short time.
The more than 20 people on the outermost floor had all fallen down and were slowly losing their vitality.
Fan Luo shook off the blood on the knife and continued walking inside.
These people, without thermal weapons, are far less powerful than bandits.
There was not even a single loud sound during the whole process.
Fan Luo threw aside the last person guarding the iron door and looked inside the house through the window. Inside were some naked women and a bunch of children gathered together.
He didn't open the door immediately and needed to wait. Letting people out now would only create unnecessary chaos and casualties.
Fan Luo left here and followed the route given by the loom to the weapons warehouse.
He hid on a beam on the roof and peered down.
Different from the previous place where women and children were imprisoned, more than fifty people came to the weapons depot. Each person lined up to take a gun and a handful of bullets, as if a war was about to begin.
The Hongshan Club knew that the martial arts school and the Qing Gang were going to attack them.
"All firearms are produced in Göring..."
The loom constantly feeds back new information.
Fan Luo probably understood that the so-called Red Mountain Society is a gang organization supported by external forces. Human beings are just a passing commodity, and the real intention must be huge.
Fan Luo didn't care about this. He just wanted to break into a gang today and complete the second requirement.
When the last person picked up the weapon and walked out of the warehouse, Fan Luo fell silently, broke the neck of the person who locked the door, and then followed the aggressive gun-wielding team ready for a fight.
one,
two,
three,
Fan Luo followed behind, assassinating one person after another with his bare hands. The aisle of the weapons warehouse was not long, but very narrow, at a right angle. But until he walked out of the factory, the number of people holding guns dropped sharply from fifty-six to only the remaining
Only eleven people and the remaining survivors noticed the abnormality.
The survivor at the back of the team seemed to want to talk to someone, but when he looked back, he happened to see Fan Luo covering someone's mouth, and then he simply broke his neck.
After the man was discovered committing the crime, not only was he not afraid, but he bared his teeth and smiled at him.
He wanted to shout, but a sudden gust of wind blew past him, and his vision turned upside down.
A head turned and flew over the team. Every time you looked down, you would see a comrade falling down.
Gun? They didn't even have time to raise the gun.
Rather than saying that there was no resistance, it would be better to say that there was no time to resist.
When the assailant walked out of the warehouse where the weapons were kept, the head fell to the ground, rolled, rolled, and rolled under the iron frame.