December 31, 2021, the last day of the year.
At 5 p.m., it wasn’t completely dark yet.
kiloters upstream from Los Angeles Port, a cargo ship was quietly docked at the shore.
A dozen white n, ard with automatic weapons, stood on the shore, seemingly waiting for sothing.
Monts later, lights flickered in the distance.
The white n exchanged a few words, and soone flashed a strong light towards the distance several tis.
Seconds later, the headlights in the distance also blinked rhythmically.
A convoy slowly approached, with three large trucks in the middle, flanked by a total of twelve black cars on both sides.
The convoy quickly reached the docking area of the cargo ship. People got out of the vehicles, everyone ard and cautiously surveying the surroundings.
Soone approached and started talking with the white n. They seed quite familiar with each other, exchanged a few simple words, and then led the way to the back of the trucks for an inspection.
The inspection lasted five minutes. The other party randomly tested a few boxes of goods, and once they were satisfied, they had several boxes of US dollars thrown down from the ship.
Counting the money, confirming it was accurate, they started unloading, loading onto the ship.
Everyone was busy, moving swiftly.
"White Bro, when is the Longhua Association going to make a move?" one of the subordinates asked Little White from inside a car.
Little White, smoking a cigarette, rolled his eyes, "Damn, how would I know?"
"Ah, this suspense is killing ; we might as well strike now and get it over with!" the subordinate complained.
In fact, not only him, everyone from the Zhiqing Hall felt the torture—it was excruciating knowing that the other side would strike but waiting indefinitely.
Another fifteen minutes passed, all the goods were loaded onto the ship, the transaction complete.
Little White blinked, then signaled with a communicator, telling the people to get in the cars and head back.
The convoy got moving again, turned around, and drove back.
Ten minutes into the drive, everything was still calm, no incidents.
"White Bro, do you think they might be scared to make a move?" the subordinate asked.
Little White also seed hesitant, "They shouldn’t be, right?"
Subordinate: "We have so many people out at once, word spreads; they must know this is a trap and maybe they won’t jump into it."
Little White, frustrated, said, "You know nothing! This is an open strategy, Long Yu has to co!"
"White Bro, you really know a lot, even about open strategies." The subordinate flattered.
As Little White was about to speak, he suddenly saw a flash of light outside the car window, followed by a huge explosion ahead!
"RPG!"
"Disperse!"
"Find the position, fire back!"
Little White imdiately grabbed the communicator and yelled; the car in front of him had already been blown up.
Although their vehicles were high-end armored cars, they couldn’t withstand weapons like RPGs that even tanks had to be wary of.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Bursts of fire, four cars were destroyed, the rest scattered, speeding towards the direction from which the RPG ca.
At that mont, the convoy was on a road flanked by forests on both sides, a terrain indeed convenient for ambushes, and difficult to scout in advance.
"They’ve made their move, our location is.... you guys rush over!"
Inside the car, Little White was on the phone with Lin Yun.
"Alright, we’ll be there in no more than five minutes. Don’t take risks, stick to the plan, Long Yu isn’t targeting you," Lin Yun said.
"Understood!"
Xiao Bai hung up the phone and picked up the radio, "Everyone get off after entering the forest, and try not to disperse!"
The convoy quickly rushed into the forest and exchanged fire with the people inside.
In the forest, Long Yu watched the distant firelight with an expressionless face.
Tonight’s situation was actually a gamble, he knew that Lin Yun was deliberately luring him out, and Lin Yun also knew that he knew.
Lin Yun wanted to lure Long Yu out to take him down, and Long Yu also wanted to lure Wu Li out to take him down, thus tonight’s situation arose.
Now that both sides were involved, it was just a matter of seeing who would have the last laugh tonight.
Bullets were flying, and from ti to ti, firelight exploded—it was a chaotic jungle brawl!
Tonight, Long Yu had brought along all the people from the White Reaper, totaling more than two hundred, along with more than a hundred from the Longhua Association, and there were currently over sixty from Zhiqing Hall with more reinforcents on their way.
That ant that tonight, there would be a battle involving over five hundred people—a small-scale war.
"Captain, reinforcents from Zhiqing Hall have arrived."
A woman’s voice ca through the radio, one of the three squad leaders of the White Reaper.
"How many people have arrived?" Long Yu asked.
"About a hundred or so."
"Heh, Lin Yun, that old fox, is also putting all his eggs in one basket," Long Yu mocked.
Actually, Zhiqing Hall could round up a thousand people, even equip each one, but such a ragtag band could only fight when the odds were in their favor. On a battlefield like this, probably half would collapse at the first sound of an explosion, and in the chaos, not obeying commands, a single enemy charge would scatter them; more numbers wouldn’t be of any use.
Thus, Lin Yun had only brought a little over a hundred people—these were Zhiqing Hall’s last elites.
"Black Blade, take your n and block Zhiqing Hall’s reinforcents," Long Yu commanded, sending out his last squad leader standing beside him.
"Captain, what about your side?"
The man, known as ’Black Blade,’ his arms full of tattoos, asked.
Long Yu replied, "Don’t worry about , I have a plan."
"Yes!"
Without hesitation, Black Blade led his n out.
The gunshots in the jungle continued, and the battle heated up.
Zhiqing Hall, both in terms of numbers and personnel quality, was inferior to the opposition and was being severely pressed.
No helping it, Zhiqing Hall’s specialty wasn’t warfare, and tonight, the main force, the people from the White Reaper rcenary group, were bred for war, as Long Yu put it: professionals fighting amateurs. If they couldn’t win, they might as well collectively slit their throats.
"Hold your ground, everyone!"
"No retreating!"
"Our n have gone to kill Long Yu. Once Long Yu is dead, no matter how many they have on their side, it won’t matter. Hold the line!"
...
In the jungle, many Zhiqing Hall leaders were boosting their subordinates’ morale like this.
"Fight fiercely, kill one and get a reward of a hundred thousand US dollars, redeemable tonight!"
"If you die, your family gets three million US dollars—enough for a lifeti!"
So were using money to incentivize their subordinates, and for many desperate paupers, such motivation was effective.
...
At one mont, a man holding an automatic rifle silently sneaked up beside soone and pressed the gun against the person’s head.
"Old Lu, have you lost your mind?"
The person widened their eyes, incredulously looking at the man.
"I’m sorry, Ming Ge, I had no choice," Old Lu said with red eyes.
"What are you trying to do?"
"Call Long Yu and tell him that Wu Li is here," Old Lu suggested.
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