The heavy rain poured down like a sloping waterfall, forming a line and forming a lake more than ten meters away.
In the tropical jungle of the Golden Triangle, the vegetation is dense and overlapping, and countless insects, mosquitoes and poisonous insects are everywhere.
At night, under the cover of the rain, there were rustling sounds in the gloomy jungle.
Several figures carefully searched and moved forward in the jungle. One person was in front using a machete to clear branches and leaves to open a path, and the remaining people followed behind with guns in hand.
As they walked, they cursed in dialect. It was raining so heavily and they still had to go out to work, which made them complain endlessly.
In the guerrilla army, they were just making ends meet, so naturally they had no professionalism and walked forward very lazily, intending to finish their work perfunctorily and then hurry back.
Just after walking more than a hundred meters, the surrounding trees and plants seemed to be alive, and several large clumps of leaves instantly fell on these people.
The guerrillas who were knocked down looked at the human faces hidden in the leaves and were so horrified that they could no longer move.
The attackers attacked them quickly and hard. Those who hugged their legs, those who covered their mouths, and those who clenched their hands all performed their duties. There were also people nearby who took out ropes and tied up the guerrillas quickly.
After being quickly tied up, a group of several people dragged the captive into the jungle and quickly disappeared.
Deep in the jungle not far away, there is a very hidden temporary camp.
In a small nest made of branches, leaves and canes, Shapi squeezed on the edge of the tree nest, watching the rain pouring on his head through the gaps.
The rain dripped down along the wide brim of the bunny hat, making Shapi a little irritable.
"This wretched place, it rains endlessly, and I don't even have to smoke."
Wang Jianjun carefully put away the map wrapped in plastic sheet, "It's pretty good now. A few years ago we could only squat in cat-ear holes on the front line, and the conditions were even more difficult than now."
Sharpei just complained casually. He thought it was boring to stay in the tropical jungle.
It was quite fun when I first came here, but after playing for more than a month, it became boring. Coupled with the humid, hot, and harsh environment where mosquitoes breed, Shapi missed his life on Hong Kong Island.
"Just bear with it." Abu leaned aside lazily and patted Shapi on the shoulder, "Let's go back to Hong Kong Island when we're done here."
Li Jie, who was studying the map with Wang Jianjun, glanced at Shapi but said nothing, looking solemn.
Shapi rolled his eyes and stopped talking, looking at the hazy vegetation outside in a daze.
The ambush team wearing ghillie suits walked over through the rain curtain and stood at attention and saluted.
"Sir, those guys are here."
Shapi, who was still a little decadent at first, immediately became energetic and said, "What's the situation? What's the situation?"
The ambush team immediately took out the map and unfolded it on the tree stump, revealing the dense markings on it.
"There are about five to six hundred people in the village, and they are basically General Marin's people. The armed men with guns are in their early 200s, and the rest are drug-making workers."
"There are several wooden watchtowers here with heavy machine guns on them. There are two people standing guard. There are no searchlights."
"This is the general's residence. It is in the center of the village. This side is the armory, and this side is the garage. There are more than a dozen jeeps, pickup trucks, and ten trucks."
"They only have heavy machine guns, RPGs, and mortars, but no heavy weapons such as armored vehicles."
After the introduction, the leader of the ambush team stood aside and waited for instructions.
Li Jie, who had been silent all this time, had a smile on his tense face, "This is the same information we have received."
"The original plan remains unchanged." Wang Jianjun looked at the map carefully. After a moment, he made up his mind and slapped it hard, "Let's take action tonight."
Shapi picked up the AK at his feet with a grim smile and pulled the bolt of the gun hard.
…
At night, the heavy rain gradually stopped.
The village was noisy at night, with a few lights shining through the dark houses.
In the dense forest high up, Wang Jianjun held up his telescope condescendingly and waved his right hand lightly.
"Predetermine the scale, test fire one round! Load!"
"Dongdongdong!"
The shrill mortar shells roared out of their barrels, arced through the air and crashed into the village.
Fire broke out around the tall watchtower, and flying shrapnel swept down the machine gunners on sentry duty above.
Some shells accurately hit the watchtower, and the explosion broke the wooden frame, causing it to fall straight to the ground.
"Reduce the ruler by five, direction to the right, fire five rounds rapidly, no correction, prepare - fire!"
The surrounding jungle seemed to be alive, and countless RPG rockets rushed towards the village with long tail flames.
Artillery shells and rockets exploded into sparks of death.
After the firepower was covered, a large number of mercenaries rushed out and rushed towards the village.
In an instant, dense gunshots resounded throughout the valley, and countless ballistic trajectories crisscrossed the valley.
The panicked Marin was dragged off the bed by his men and ran outside.
Amidst the shouts of death and explosions, the entire village was in chaos, as if there were enemies everywhere.
Marin looked pale as he looked at the scene littered with corpses. He trembled and closed his eyes. He clasped his hands together and held the beads tightly.
…
After a night of fierce fighting, the fog cleared in the morning.
The sound of gunfire gradually became sparse, and the gunshots that rang out from time to time were mercenaries reloading the corpses on the ground.
Wang Jianjun led his men past the piles of corpses and looked at the ruins of the village that had become a piece of scorched earth, with no expression on his face.
The mercenaries under his command were searching for loot in a chaotic manner, and cheers broke out from time to time.
Several people came over with Marin on their backs and threw him to the ground.
"Sir, we found him in the cellar."
Shapi blew out the cigarette in his mouth on the ground, stepped forward and stepped on Marin's shoulder. He took out a photo from his arms and placed it next to Marin's face. He took a few glances at it for comparison.
"Yes, it's him!"
Wang Jianjun waved his hand, and the mercenary immediately picked up Marin and dragged him aside.
Ruan Wen, who quickly received the news, rushed over by helicopter with Wu Xiuqing. As soon as they got off the plane, they saw Ma Lin tied to a wooden stake.
Ruan Wen couldn't hold back her tears when she saw her father's enemy surrendering without mercy. She raised her head and looked up at the sky and shouted, "Dad, my daughter has avenged you!"
After saying that, Ruan Wen pulled out the knife and walked towards Marin with gritted teeth.
Marin's face turned pale and he shouted tremblingly: "Niece, I have something to say..."
Ruan Wen didn't react at all. He stabbed Marin directly in the abdomen and stirred it violently. "Save your words for hell."
Marin screamed and struggled for a while, and finally breathed his last.
Ruan Wen threw the blood-stained knife to the ground. It seemed that he had used up all his strength to kill Marin. He slowly walked to Shapi and others with some fatigue.
"The boss asked you to go to Japan to find him. He wants you to do something."
"Japan?!" Shapi exclaimed, and then became excited, "Are you really going to Japan? I haven't been there yet, hahahaha."
Abu pushed Shapi aside and asked seriously: "Sister-in-law, do you want to bring someone with you?"
"He said no."
Shapi's face suddenly fell, "What are you going to do there if you don't take a guy with you? Pick up girls?"
…
The flight from Hong Kong Island landed steadily at Tokyo Haneda Airport.
Qin Yi loosened his seat belt, stretched his waist comfortably, and waited patiently for the passengers on the plane to get off the plane.
It wasn't until all the passengers left the cabin that Qin Yi stood up.
Interpol Senior Inspector Xu Fei followed suit, picked up Jiugui Yingming, and scolded: "Let's go, why are you so dazed? Your hometown has arrived."
Jiugui Yingming glared at Xu Fei coldly, full of provocation.
How could Xu Fei be willing to accept his trick, "Why are you dragging me? Don't think that I won't dare to hit you when we get to Japan."
Cheng Zhanji on the other side patted him and said, "Okay Da Fei, don't be like him and get down quickly. The Japanese police are still waiting for us."
"I got it." Xu Fei impatiently picked up Jiugui Yingming, and he and Cheng Zhanji got off the plane one by one.
After passing through the passenger passage, people from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department warmly greeted me, "Police officers, please take care of me when we meet for the first time."
"Don't be so polite. Let's go back to the police station and hand over the prisoner first."
A police officer immediately said: "The car is outside, please follow me."
Surrounded by the Japanese police, everyone walked towards the parking lot.