That's right, tonight Ryuzaki is going to launch a surprise attack on the Garden Party's stronghold.
Although I told the other side to kill him in three days, only one day has passed.
But who would wait until the time is right before making a move? All's fair in war, and speed is of the essence.
The weapon arrived today; I'll take his dog's life right away, and that'll be it!
...
In the darkness, three heavy trucks bumped along the rugged mountain road and finally stopped in a remote mountain area.
In the open space illuminated by the car headlights, fifty people stood in neat rows. They were dressed in uniform black combat uniforms, their postures were upright, their eyes were sharp, and they exuded a murderous aura.
These are the true elites personally selected by Goro Ishida from hundreds of combat members of the True Dragon Society; each of them has undergone the most rigorous training.
Goro Ishida jumped out of the passenger seat of the first truck. Without saying a word, he simply waved his hand decisively at the fifty men.
"Splash!"
The truck's rear cargo door was quickly opened, and the men on board methodically unloaded boxes of weapons, categorizing them by type—pistols, submachine guns, rifles, grenades, ammunition, and so on—and laid them out on the ground.
Goro Ishida made another gesture.
The fifty people immediately went forward in small groups to collect their equipment.
Their movements were skillful and their teamwork was excellent. Some quickly slung Uzi submachine guns across their chests, while others carried AK-47 assault rifles on their backs. Each person had a Colt M1911 holstered in their waistband and their tactical pouches on their thighs were filled with spare magazines.
Several pineapple-shaped grenades were hung on the tactical vest in front of his chest, while smoke grenades and flashbangs were tucked into his waistband.
Finally, they put on their tactical helmets with night vision capabilities and pulled down their dark green goggles.
The whole process was smooth and efficient. In just three minutes, this group of people had transformed from ordinary gangsters into heavily armed professional mercenaries, who were now fully armed and lined up again, quietly awaiting orders.
Ryuzaki Makoto got off the last truck and looked at the team in front of him, which exuded a cold killing intent. He once again expressed his high admiration for Ishida Goro.
To be honest, if I were to do this kind of thing myself, I probably wouldn't be as good as the other person.
The fact that Goro Ishida was able to assemble such a well-trained team in just over a month is enough to prove his ability.
The decision we made back then was not wrong.
Ryuzaki Makoto stepped forward and patted Ishida Goro on the shoulder.
"Thanks a lot."
Goro Ishida understood what Makoto Ryuzaki meant, and he grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.
He's also a restless person, and training these kids makes him feel a few years younger, and this is the life he wants.
"Don't mention it, boss. It's just my job."
Ryuzaki didn't exchange any more pleasantries with Ishida Goro. He turned to face the fifty elite soldiers, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.
"Listen up, everyone! Tonight is the first live-fire attack by the True Dragon Society! Everyone, don't hold back your bullets, launch a full-scale fire suppression! Throw grenades upwards! I don't want to see a single brother get hurt tonight!"
We may not see this level of firepower exchange again for a long time.
Training these talents is extremely difficult, and it would be a huge loss if we lost them here just to save a few bullets.
Shinichi Ryuzaki waved his hand, giving the final order.
"Everyone, move out!"
...
An hour later, when they were about a kilometer from their destination, Ryuzaki Makoto ordered the convoy to stop.
Everyone got out of the car and proceeded on foot under the cover of night to avoid alerting the enemy with the sound of the engines.
At this time, they were in the outskirts of Huya, a place overgrown with trees, sparsely populated, and undeveloped.
Deep in the distant mountains and forests, the outline of a white villa can be faintly seen, appearing and disappearing in the moonlight; that is the old lair of the Shangyuan Association.
Because the Upper Garden Society did not step into the limelight and possessed dangerous items such as weapons, they built their headquarters in this remote mountain forest, which was easy to defend, difficult to attack, and extremely well-hidden.
No matter what happens here, no one will know.
Even if a large-scale firefight were to occur here, the sounds of gunfire and explosions would be blocked by the dense forests and rolling mountains.
Therefore, Ryuzaki Shinji dared to launch such an armed raid on the land of Sakura.
A group of figures dressed in black combat uniforms, like ghosts in the night, moved stealthily and silently toward the villa...
...
Inside the villa, in the study.
Uehara Ryūshin rubbed his throbbing temples, feeling a surge of irritation.
Regarding the USB drive, the higher-ups called again yesterday to urge us on it.
Baka!
If those guys are so scared, why don't they go find it themselves?
Why should I have to do everything?!
Back then, all the forces of the Kowloon Group stepped into the limelight. Didn't I want to?
I wanted it too much!
He's had enough of doing these dirty and tiring jobs that can't be done in the light of day!
However, Kowloon World-Sum directly said something like "Kowloon Group can't do without you," effectively shutting him down.
Why did I take the initiative to say at the meeting that I would do the SWORD things myself?
Isn't it all about seizing a piece of territory and then naturally stepping into the limelight?
Now look what's happened! That damned True Dragon Society dares to threaten me!
If I had known, I should have had my assassins brought guns!
Why didn't you bring a gun?
I'm still a little scared.
After all, SWORD isn't his territory. If someone calls the police and finds any clues, he'll be in big trouble.
A person like Kowloon Shih-sum wouldn't risk protecting himself on matters of principle like firearms and ammunition.
What troubled him even more was that Ryuzaki Makoto dared to threaten him, saying he would kill him within three days.
Are you kidding me!
This kid is really asking for it!
In less than three days, I'll personally come knocking on your door!
Tomorrow, I'll bring my most elite assassination squad and personally come to your door to blow your dog's head off with a single shot!
Thinking about this, Uehara Tatsuomi felt a little tired and couldn't help but yawn.
Just then, the study window suddenly shattered with a loud crash.
"Ding-dong..."
A dark, oval-shaped object, emitting blue smoke, spun and crashed onto the expensive carpet.
Uehara Tatsumi's pupils suddenly contracted.
It's a grenade!