In the dead of night, the moon shone brightly against a starry sky, a gentle breeze brushing against the face, with visibility around ten ters—rare good weather. The bustling capital of Japan entered its intoxicating nightlife, crowded and noisy roads teeming with endless traffic, while a hundred kiloters away in the barren outskirts of the capital, a group of people lay quietly in ambush in the hills, occasionally raising binoculars to observe. It was Luo Zheng and his team.
After confirming the attack target and plan, Luo Zheng and Yuanfei Zuo acted separately. Yuanfei Zuo was responsible for all preparations while Luo Zheng only needed to infiltrate with the Mountain Eagle team at the designated ti. In battles of this scale, Luo Zheng did not need to expose the Ghost Hand or Snow Leopard teams, and Bookworm's team was even less to be exposed. The Mountain Eagle Team, having participated once and comprised of snipers, were most suitable for tonight's ambush.
The Mountain Eagle Team had ten mbers; two were assigned to each direction, while the remaining two were stationed at a vantage point on the incoming route—to guard against enemy reinforcents and potential helicopter appearances. The task was extrely daunting, and Zhou Zhou, along with another teammate, took the responsibility, while Mountain Eagle stayed by Luo Zheng's side.
As night deepened, the lights ahead in the mansion went out. Luo Zheng observed through binoculars for a while and said gravely to Yuanfei Zuo beside him, "The guard shift just changed; you can notify the helicopter to move."
"Understood." Yuanfei Zuo sent out a command via phone, becoming even more excited. No one understood more than him who lived inside the mansion ahead, the extent of their power in this country, and what a massive blow it would be to the Shijing family if the attack succeeded.
Generations of enmity, finally about to be avenged. Yuanfei Zuo looked at Luo Zheng with gratitude, saying, "No matter what the future holds, today I must thank you. The people inside the mansion have all stained themselves with the blood of our Kaga ninjas—they are our mortal enemies. If we can get revenge, you will be a great benefactor to our entire Kaga ninja clan."
"No need for courteous words. The plan is ticulous—as long as your people strictly implent it, tonight will be the night you wash away the enmity and avenge blood for blood," Luo Zheng said earnestly, while looking up at the sky. According to the plan, the helicopter would take ten minutes to arrive. Without it, everyone's actions would have to be canceled.
Yuanfei Zuo also worried about accidents with the helicopter, involuntarily looking up at the sky. The moon hung high, stars twinkling—very enchanting—but the eagerly anticipated helicopter was nowhere in sight. Everyone continued to lie in wait patiently. After a while, Luo Zheng checked his watch. The ti was almost up, so he looked up to see a helicopter roaring through the night sky, breaking into a smile and saying, "Prepare to move!"
"Understood," Mountain Eagle replied beside him.
Seeing the helicopter approach, Yuanfei Zuo was overjoyed, his heart relieved. Soon, the helicopter whizzed over their heads towards the mansion ahead. Gunfire erupted from the mansion—bullets roared at the helicopter—it was anti-aircraft machine guns. Luo Zheng was stunned, looking at Yuanfei Zuo. He hadn't anticipated such firepower within the mansion; both looked awkwardly at each other.
Luo Zheng, observing Yuanfei Zuo's expression, knew he wasn't fully aware of the mansion's firepower layout, bitterly smiling, "You provided the intel, don't bla ."
"Didn't expect those bastards to have hidden machine guns," Yuanfei Zuo said angrily.
The helicopter, facing a barrage of bullets, was hit instantly, black smoke billowing, spiraling once before suddenly diving toward the mansion. Trailing long black smoke, it was like a warrior going to his death amidst the darkness, filled with poignant heroism, crashing fiercely into the center of the mansion.
"Boom!" The helicopter exploded, its fuel barrels blown apart instantly, igniting the surroundings. In re monts, the mansion was engulfed in huge flas, rapidly spreading.
Luo Zheng was shocked by the scene—unanticipated was the pilot not fleeing but crashing into the mansion, his generous suicidal resolve inspiring respect. He looked at Yuanfei Zuo to find his eyes reddened, tears falling, breathing rapidly, expression sorrowful.
"Attack," Luo Zheng commanded without hesitation.
"Yes," Mountain Eagle, moved by the scene, roared furiously, passing down the order.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" Snipers hidden in the shadows began picking off targets one by one, using incendiary bombs that not only killed but illuminated and instilled terror.
Luo Zheng believed in everyone's combat capabilities. He didn't concern himself with the battlefield but asked Yuanfei Zuo, "What's wrong?"
"That was my nephew, my brother's only son," Yuanfei Zuo said sadly, his gaze turning icy as he looked toward the mansion, full of murderous intent, his expression changing as he cried, "Xinzi, inform the brothers to stick strictly to the plan. In a while, kill rcilessly and tell everyone our sacrifices have been enough. For our descendants, for our future, to avenge blood debts, everything depends on tonight. Our ancestors' spirits in paradise are watching us."
"Understood," Xinzi said, emotionally stirring, wiping tears from her face, quickly relaying the orders online to ensure every participant was inford.
A strong aura of killing intent spread across the night sky, the fire continued to spread, consuming nearly half the mansion. Screams resounded inside, more people burst out, but were quickly gunned down by snipers. Mountain Eagle led his n swiftly, rcilessly picking off every exposed target, calmly counting the hunted numbers.
For Yuanfei Zuo and his n, tonight was for avenging blood debts. For Mountain Eagle and others, it was a night to kill these bastards. Though different in ways, they converged for this mission. Soon, the heavy firepower was cleared, and the ard guards continued resisting as more people rushed out. Luo Zheng coldly watched, ordering, "Only shoot the ones inside the mansion, ignore the outer guards."
"Understood," Mountain Eagle imdiately relayed the command, everyone swiftly carried out the order, focusing their sights on anyone forced out by the fire from the mansion. Under the night sky, every gunshot signified a life extinguished. At this mont, the Mountain Eagle Team transford into Death Gods, harvesting life after life.
"The outer ones are yours," Luo Zheng told Yuanfei Zuo.
Yuanfei Zuo glanced at the outer guards. The heavy firepower was gone, leaving only so lightly ard individuals, numbering no more than twenty, promptly nodding to Xinzi, "Attack."
"Understood," Xinzi quickly communicated the command.
Soon after, Luo Zheng, through binoculars, saw nurous figures clad in black erge like specters, as if suddenly sprung from the ground, wielding Japanese swords, eerily sprinting forward. The leading three surged ahead at an exceptionally fast pace, in monts creating a gap of over twenty ters from the others.
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