Yang Ling, Zhao Yiran, Wu Yun, and several of their men came outside Shen Chen's villa.
Inside the house, the lights were dim and there was silence.
Zhao Yiran looked at Wu Yun and hesitated to speak.
"Wu Yun, one of our own." Yang Ling said.
Zhao Yiran nodded and asked, "Do you want to call Qingyu?"
"No, he has his own affairs, we can handle the rest ourselves," Yang Ling said.
"I have carefully selected these people. They are very reliable. Don't worry." Zhao Yiran looked at the men in the car and said, "I have prepared some guys."
While talking, Zhao Yiran asked someone to take out several pistols from the back seat.
"Try not to shoot as much as possible, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble. In my estimation, they haven't gotten the gun yet, but just in case, if they do open fire, don't be polite and fight quickly." Yang Ling ordered. .
"Understood." Zhao Yiran nodded.
"Do you know how many people are in the house?" Yang Ling asked.
"According to observations during the day, there should be six people." Zhao Yiran said.
Yang Ling nodded slightly, which was consistent with the information provided by Murong Feiyan.
Then, he took out a photo from his pocket and handed it over, saying, "This is Heisha, the leader of the Satan mercenary army. I want to keep him alive."
"Did you hear that clearly?" Zhao Yiran looked back at his men.
"clear."
"Do you have any problems here?" Yang Ling turned to look at Wu Yun and asked.
"No problem." Wu Yun responded.
"Mr. Yang, just wait outside and let us come." Zhao Yiran obviously didn't want Yang Ling to take risks.
This is a real battle, and no one can guarantee that there won't be any surprises.
If Yang Ling really has a problem, how should Zhao Yiran explain it?
With a calm smile, Yang Ling said: "I'm not the kind of person who lets my brothers take risks and enjoys the rewards myself. Don't worry, I'll be fine. You can bring someone in through the front door in a while. Wu Yun, you can lead someone in through the back door. Hurry up." The battle will be decided quickly."
"Yes." They both responded in unison.
"Pay attention to safety." Yang Ling warned.
The two of them responded, and immediately led the others to disperse.
He sneaked into the villa quietly through the front and back doors.
Because he did not want to arouse unnecessary suspicion, Shen Chen did not arrange any extra people. Except for the six people from Satan, there was no one else in the villa. Therefore, they easily sneaked into the villa. And Yang Ling, Enter the villa from the side and climb directly to the balcony on the second floor.
In the bedroom, a middle-aged man was playing with a pistol.
Colt M2000 model, high precision and easy to operate.
Yang Ling couldn't help but take a breath of air and thought secretly, could it be that Shen Chen had already handed over the bullets to them? If this was the case, a gunfight would inevitably be inevitable.
Bullets don't have long eyes, and Yang Ling couldn't help but worry about his own safety.
This group of people are all masters who have undergone strict military training. They are top-notch in both marksmanship and fighting. However, Yang Ling was secretly glad that he found them before they took action. Otherwise, Qin Shiya's life might be in danger. Already. Even if I am unprepared, I am afraid that I will be easily attacked by them.
The middle-aged man was none other than Heisha, the leader of Satan.
He was shirtless, with tattoos all over his arms, and even a tattoo of Satan's head on his chest, which looked hideous and terrifying.
There was a "bang bang bang" knock on the door, and then a young man pushed the door open and entered.
"Captain, we have already taken a look at the map near the hospital, and we can start tomorrow." The young man said.
Heisha nodded with satisfaction and said: "Okay, tomorrow you take one person to deal with that girl, and the rest of the people follow me to deal with the boy named Yang. After the matter is completed, we will gather here and leave Subei overnight."
"Captain, the guy named Yang looks familiar. I always feel like I've seen him before somewhere," the young man said.
"Do you know him?" Heisha asked in surprise.
"Let me think about it." The young man pondered for a moment, and suddenly said excitedly: "I remember, it's him, it's him."
"Who?" Heisha asked.
"He is the Dragon King of the Chinese Longyin Army," the young man said.
"You said he is the Dragon King?" Heisha frowned slightly, "It seems that we have encountered a tough situation this time."
"Captain, then... do we still want to do it?" the young man asked.
"Of course we have to do it. We have already taken the money, how can we not do it? Besides, what if he is the Dragon King? I also really want to meet him for a while to see if he is as powerful as the legend." Heisha.
He laughed contemptuously, seemingly not taking Yang Ling seriously.
However, even if he knew how powerful Yang Ling was, there was no reason to back down now that he had accepted the task.
This is a business rule.
If the rules are broken, how will Satan gain a foothold in the mercenary world in the future? Who else will seek help from them in the future?
"Okay, I understand." The young man responded.
"Okay, go and rest quickly." Heisha waved his hand and said.
The young man said goodbye and was about to leave when suddenly gunfire rang out downstairs.
The two of them were stunned and turned pale with shock.
Heisha stood up from the bed with a "huh" sound, "Quick, go and see what's going on."
At this moment, suddenly, a cold light flashed, and a dagger stabbed accurately into the young man's throat.
The young man fell to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Ling flew in and jumped from the window into the house.
"Is it you?" Heisha was stunned for a moment, frowning slightly. Without any hesitation, he fired a shot in the direction of Yang Ling.
Yang Ling had been on guard for a long time, how could he do what he wanted? He dwarfed, pulled out the dagger from the young man's throat, and plunged it into Heisha's wrist with a "pop" sound.
"ah……"
Heisha screamed, dropped his pistol to the ground, and punched Yang Ling with a fist.
Yang Ling dodged away, a sneer forming on the corner of his mouth.
The famous Satan is nothing more than that.
"Dragon King? I have long admired his name." Heisha smiled coldly and said in Chinese that he was not very proficient in.
"Heisha, you shouldn't come to China. Have you forgotten? China is a forbidden land for all mercenaries. There is no return." Yang Ling sneered and said.
"Really? If I kill the famous Dragon King, from now on, I will be famous in the mercenary world. Dragon King, just accept your death." Heisha shouted and punched Yang Ling.
After all, he is a person who has received professional military training. Heisha's attack power is powerful. If Yang Ling hadn't been caught off guard just now, it would be difficult to hurt him. However, even if one of his arms is injured, it should not be underestimated.
Because he wanted to stay alive, Yang Ling had no choice but to put away the dagger and fight with his bare hands.