"It's nothing, just a few small flies... Hurry up, I can't wait to taste it..."
These words instantly reminded Wang Yuyan of Jiang Cheng's agile tongue... This... not to mention Jiang Cheng, she herself wanted to try the difference between a bald head and a hairy one... The night was thick like indelible ink, splattered on the upturned eaves of the old Courtyard House in Kyoto.
The group sent by Xu Zhi were by no means as crude as street thugs.
They wore unified dark plain clothes, their footsteps light and silent.
In their hands were not crowbars or daggers, but miniature jammers, thermal imaging detectors, and several needle guns loaded with special anesthetics.
The leader of the men, code-named "Owl," was a well-known tactical veteran in the industry.
He was crouching in the shadow of the courtyard wall, his fingertips sliding across a tablet computer.
The tablet's screen displayed the thermal distribution and surveillance blind spots inside the Courtyard House.
Even the security patrol interval for each window, which was three minutes, was clearly marked.
"Target: collect private images of the people inside and implant a wiretapping program." Owl lowered his voice, his gaze as sharp as an eagle. "Mr. Xu said that the water behind this kid is too deep. Directly moving against him is courting death. What we need is leverage that can crush him, not to cause fatalities."
"Understood..."
The few of them were well aware of the scale of domestic security.
Generally, the security in such wealthy households is very strict.
But strict is strict; at most, they are some agile Bodyguards.
At most, they are equipped with tasers.
Even with thermal imaging equipment, they might not be able to see through their anti-reconnaissance camouflage.
The few exchanged glances and tacitly divided their tasks.
Two of them were responsible for cutting off the temporary external signal.
Two climbed over the wall to infiltrate, while Owl stayed put to provide support.
Everything proceeded methodically according to plan.
The first to climb the wall was a tall, thin man, also an experienced climber.
His movements were as nimble as a gecko.
Just as he thought he was easily going to flip into the courtyard, his wrist was suddenly gripped by an iron-like hand.
The strength of that hand was astonishing.
The tall, thin man felt as if his wrist bone was about to be crushed.
However, he seemed very experienced, endured the pain without shouting, and after a muffled groan, subconsciously reached for the anesthetic needle at his waist.
But as soon as his hand touched the anesthetic needle, the corner of his eye caught the outline of a holster peeking out from the other party's waist.
No way, they brought a gun?
Could it be a taser?
With that thought, his movements sped up a bit.
"Damn it." The tall, thin man gritted his teeth, pulling his wrist back forcefully.
With his other hand, he pulled out the dagger from his waist and slashed at the other person's arm.
As a result, his wrist was gripped even tighter.
He was pulled off the wall like a chicken held by its leg, falling face-first into the mud.
The anesthetic needle made a "hissing" sound, all plunging into his own thigh.
Wang Sheng squatted down, the tip of his leather shoe lightly tapping the detector that had slipped from the man's hand.
A roguish smile played on his lips, his voice lazy: "Tsk, fancy little gadgets, where'd you pick 'em up?"
No sooner had he spoken than several muffled thuds came from outside the wall.
The remaining figures were pressed to the ground by several dark shadows before they could even retreat, leaving no room to struggle.
Owl's pupils contracted sharply as he watched Wang Sheng slowly stand up, twirling the silver badge between his fingers, glinting in the moonlight.
"Thermal imaging? Signal jamming?" Wang Sheng scoffed, taking two steps forward, his leather shoe grinding the jammer on the ground, making its parts creak. "That's it? Like children playing house."
He tilted his head, sizing up the stiff Owl, the smile in his eyes mischievous, carrying undisguised contempt.
"I say, buddy, didn't your Mr. Xu tell you that the security of this courtyard is set to the standards of anti-special forces?"
Owl's throat bobbed, cold sweat trickling down his temples, even his breathing trembling.
Seeing this, Wang Sheng laughed even harder, reaching out to pat his face. The force wasn't great, but it carried full humiliation: "Why are you What are you standing there for?? Not going to take pictures of leverage? Come on, I'll let you take as many as you want."
With that, he gestured with his chin to the people behind him.
His tone was flippant, but the tip of his foot ground hard on the back of Owl's hand, which still held the detector, making the other party grimace in pain, yet not daring to utter a sound.
"Invite these 'distinguished guests' inside. Be gentle when you carry them, don't let them get bruised or bumped." He drew out his words, his eyes full of mockery. "Our Young Master Jiang is waiting to 'reminisce' with them. It would be such a buzzkill if they were missing an arm or a leg."
Owl's forehead veins bulged from the pain, his voice trembling: "Who exactly are you people?! Why do you have guns?!"
Wang Sheng heard this and chuckled softly, lifting his foot to grind on the back of his hand again, his tone nonchalant yet arrogant: "Who are we? People who serve Young Master Jiang."
With that, he slowly pulled out the gun from his waist, twirling it deftly between his fingers. The cold metal muzzle brushed against Owl's cheek.
Carrying a chilling aura. "As for the gun? Open your eyes and see clearly, this is a Type 92 modified. It was officially transferred from the special operations equipment depot. Without official signatures and approval, you wouldn't even get near it, even if you sold everything you own."
Owl's pupils suddenly constricted, and cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes, running down his spine, making him shiver.
Type 92 modified? That's a standard issue weapon that only top special departments are qualified to apply for! This group of people wasn't just ordinary Second-generation rich Bodyguards; they were clearly... His heart pounded, and a wave of despairing coldness instantly swept through his body. He couldn't help but curse Xu Zhi to hell in his mind.
This idiot! What kind of powerful figure did he provoke? He actually pushed us into this mess, a veritable den of devils!
Owl's pupils suddenly contracted.
Armed security? And of this caliber?
This was no ordinary Second-generation rich mansion; it was clearly a dragon's pool and a tiger's den!
That composure of a tactical veteran instantly crumbled.
The few people behind him froze in place, their detectors falling to the ground with a "clatter."
Cold sweat streamed down their temples, and even their breathing became rapid.
They were here for a secret infiltration, not to clash head-on with heavily armed, top-tier security.
This was not a confrontation of the same magnitude.
Fear coiled around their limbs like vines, making them unable to even conceive of resistance, only able to tremble and freeze in place.