The Sultan of Johor had only about 2,000 troops.
But they weren’t a proper military force; they were more accurately described as a militarized police unit. As Malaya was a British colony, its military was under British control, and the British prohibited Malaya from maintaining a significant local ard force, fearing a potential rebellion.
As for the types of forces, there were no naval or air forces—only infantry. At most, they had a few trucks, which were already considered a chanized force.
At this mont, a Fletcher-class destroyer and a Rudderow-class escort destroyer entered the strait from opposite ends, taking full control of the entire waterway.
Johor Bahru City, located on the strait’s coast, had residents who could clearly see the cannons on the warships. However, they paid no attention, assuming they were British warships.
"Buzz~~!"
A few planes flew over Johor Bahru City, drawing the attention of many citizens who looked up.
"Are those British planes patrolling?"
Monts later, the sound of roaring engines filled the air.
Dozens of trucks rushed into Johor Bahru City from the direction of Malacca. Once inside the city, one group headed straight for the prison, while another drove toward the Sultan’s palace.
Simultaneously, planes flew over the Johor military camp. So bored soldiers looked up, only to suddenly see the bomb bays of a bomber open, releasing dozens of bombs.
"Boom, boom, boom~~~!"
"Boom, boom, boom, boom~~~!"
Before anyone could react, the bombs detonated, throwing the Johor military camp into chaos. The explosions killed an unknown number of soldiers on the spot, leaving the camp engulfed in flas and smoke.
Many struggled to escape for their lives.
In the Sultan’s palace, Sultan Ismail was reviewing docunts. Families like the Idris family were not uncommon in Johor, and he planned to seize the assets of all these capitalist families. He believed that once this was accomplished, his wealth would skyrocket, making him the richest Sultan in all of Malaya.
But just then, a rumbling explosion echoed in the distance.
Ismail, who had experienced war before, recognized the sound of bombs. During the war between the Japanese and the British, when the Japanese occupied Johor, he was already the Sultan. At that ti, he had chosen to surrender without resistance, preserving his position.
The sound of explosions made him anxious. He hurriedly stepped outside and asked his steward, "What’s going on?"
The steward, bowing, replied, "Your Highness, the explosion seems to be coming from the direction of the military camp. Look, there are planes in the sky."
Ismail looked toward the sky.
Although the distance was considerable, the coastal air was clear, and the blue sky allowed for a far-reaching view. He could see several planes flying over the military camp.
"What—what’s happening?!"
"I don’t know. Could it be another war?" the steward speculated.
"Quick, send soone to investigate!" Ismail ordered anxiously.
The steward agreed and was about to leave when suddenly, over a dozen trucks arrived at the estate gates. They didn’t stop and instead ramd through the iron gates, sending them flying with a loud crash.
"Bang!"
The gates were smashed open with a deafening noise.
The guards stationed at the gate imdiately rushed out from their posts, but several black rifles protruded from the sides of the trucks and opened fire rcilessly.
"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!"
The guards were instantly riddled with bullets.
Ismail stood at the entrance of his villa. Seeing the gates breached and his guards shot dead from afar, he realized sothing catastrophic was happening.
The trucks stopped close to the palace. Ismail thought about fleeing, but before he could act, a group of n dressed in black combat uniforms with black hoods over their faces opened fire on him.
"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!"
A burst of bullets riddled Ismail’s chest. He fell to the ground, his face still frozen in disbelief.
Why?
Why would these people dare to storm his palace and kill him?
Who were they?
But these questions no longer mattered to him.
Johor Prison
The prison was relatively well-guarded, with a sturdy iron gate at the entrance. Beyond that was the administrative area, followed by a second iron gate leading to the detention blocks.
Over a dozen trucks arrived at the prison gate. The first truck ramd the gate without hesitation, breaking it open. The attackers stord into the administrative area.
"Rat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat~~!"
Every prison guard encountered was gunned down rcilessly.
The second iron gate was thick and solid, but that posed no problem for the attackers. They rushed into the control room, shot the guards, and pressed the button to open the gate.
Inside the cell block, Abdullah Hussain Idris sat holding his son’s hand.
He was deeply pained.
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Hafiz Idris had begun to babble incoherently, and it was clear he wouldn’t last much longer. The thought that his son might die in prison tore at Abdullah Hussain Idris’s heart.
He suspected that the Sultan and the Chinese party wouldn’t let him live either.
"Boom!"
A loud explosion startled Abdullah Hussain Idris out of his despair.
The others in the detention area were equally alard.
Monts later, the sound of intense gunfire erupted outside. The prisoners had no idea what was happening. Within minutes, the heavy iron gate swung open, and a group of black-clad n ard with submachine guns stord into the detention area.
Soone had already pinpointed the location where Abdullah Hussain Idris was being held: Cell No. 17.
If this detail had been overlooked, then the intelligence team under Hardy would have been useless.
With a tallic clank, the iron door swung open.
The people inside the cell stared in astonishnt at the black-masked n holding submachine guns standing at the door.
"Abdullah Hussain Idris!"
The leader shouted in English: "We’re here to rescue you. Co with us now."
Abdullah Hussain Idris was stunned.
Rescue? Storming the prison to save him?
Who had such power, resources, and courage to take such a huge risk to break into a prison for him?
Wait...
They were speaking English. And judging by their uniforms…
They looked like soldiers.
He imdiately thought of the Arican soldiers responsible for maintaining order in Malacca when Hardy had been inspecting the area. They had worn black military uniforms similar to these.
However, those soldiers bore the "HD" insignia on their uniforms, while these n had no markings. Still, their appearance was identical.
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