It was only after learning about the firepower possessed by this Lianzhen Special Combat Team from Wu Yun that Qiu Tu dared to arrange today's plan.
Based on his estimates, even if Yan Chen had many trump cards, even as a Cataclysmic Awakened through the "Life" path, facing the attack of 20 Cataclysmics and such formidable firepower, it would be very difficult to erge unscathed.
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As they were adjusting their weapons, several of Wu Yun's confidants were chatting idly nearby.
One of them, with a cigarette in his mouth and hair dyed yellow, looking sowhat rambunctious, was wiping mortar shells and said, "Colonel, why do we have to attack Yan Chen here?"
"It's so early, the guys are all a bit sleepy."
Wu Yun was a man with a bear-like torso and round waist.
He had a long scar on his cheek, winding like a centipede, starting from his left eye, crossing his nose bridge, and extending to the edge of his right face, looking particularly frightening.
Hearing the Yellow-Haired youth's words, Wu Yun buzzed, "Sleep, sleep, sleep! That's all you fuckers know! Sleep!"
"Our ho's been taken over, and you still have the leisure to sleep! Why the fuck don't you sleep yourselves to death!"
As an anti-governnt ard force, the United Front may have its own organization, but it was obviously more rough and unrestrained.
Swearing, insults, and beatings were all commonplace among the ranks.
So, the Yellow-Haired youth didn't take it to heart.
He said, "Colonel, I'm just making conversation. I was just curious why we don't attack at night. It would be even more covert and safe."
Hearing the Yellow-Haired youth's words, Wu Yun couldn't help but think of the Literary Divine Envoy's answer to this question last night.
And the Divine Envoy's reason was simple but persuasive.
It was that...being a Bureau Chief, Yan Chen was very sensitive and cautious.
He had just taken down a United Front stronghold yesterday, and with Xinjie City now in such chaos, he would likely adjust his itinerary for safety's sake.
Therefore, his plans for the coming days could be completely disrupted and basically unpredictable.
But there was only one eting this morning.
It was presided over by Xinjie City's nominal highest official: Commissioner Jiang Zhenpeng from City Hall.
Those in attendance were also so of the highest political figures in Xinjie City.
So, for this eting alone, Yan Chen couldn't make any changes and had to be present.
This reason convinced Wu Yun and made him wake up his team early to arrange their positions in this teahouse.
However, these matters, especially contacting the Divine Envoy, were his secret. He couldn't possibly discuss it with his subordinates.
So he raised his fan-sized hand and slapped Yellow Hair, saying, "Question, question, question! You're the only fucker with so many questions! Look at the others, why don't they have questions!"
In the room, apart from Wu Yun, there were four other individuals, and they were the four Second Order Cataclysmic Awakened.
Besides Yellow Hair, there was a young man with a tattoo on his neck and an earring in his left ear.
A young girl with round black-frad glasses, who was petting a black cat.
And a man in his fifties who looked a bit rcenary, with a flattering smile, but whose yellow teeth were revealed whenever he laughed.
The three of them were each busy with their own things, indeed lacking the curiosity of Yellow Hair.
Grumbling, Yellow Hair pouted, then covered his head and continued to wipe his mortar shells angrily...
For a mont, the room fell silent.
After a short while, the glasses-wearing girl stood up and softly said, "I'm going to the bathroom."
Before Wu Yun could speak,
Yellow Hair glanced at her and said, "Little Rou, why have you been going to the bathroom so often these days?"
The glasses girl glared back at the remark, ready to retort.
But before she could speak, the Yellow-Toothed Old Man said with a lecherous smile, "What do you know, Little Rou has got her big days going on these days..."
Upon hearing that, Yellow Hair glanced again at the Yellow-Toothed Old Man and said, "How do you know that?"
The old man leered at Little Rou and sniffed, saying, "My nose is quite sharp. I can tell exactly when she's ovulating, exactly when she's on..."
Hearing the Old Man's words, the n in the room, including Wu Yun, burst into loud laughter. Little Rou, annoyed by this, glared at them and stord out, slamming the door behind her.
This just made the four n laugh even harder...
...
At the sa ti.
While the United Front was prepared and ready to assassinate Yan Chen,
In a house about 500 ters away from the teahouse,
Qiu Tu, still wrapped in bandages, was sitting opposite Qin Shuman.
Both had activated Spiritual Vision and were surveying the area.
In their sight, walls turned into dashed lines, and people... into clusters of flas.
However, because Cataclysmics do not activate their powers all the ti, just like ordinary people, they could only see over twenty clusters of flas near the teahouse but could not distinguish them.
After observing for a while, Qin Shuman turned off Spiritual Vision, gently rubbed her temples, and asked, "Are you sure... the Lianzhen Special Combat Team is there?"
Hearing Qin Shuman's words, Qiu Tu also slowly exited Spiritual Vision.
He never spoke in absolutes, so even facing Qin Shuman, he restrained himself and said, "I can only guarantee that the intelligence I received says so."
Just as he was saying this, suddenly, his phone began to ring.
Qiu Tu picked up the communicator and saw that it was a call from Guan Xiao, chief of the Intelligence Section.
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