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Xin Yi and Roxy were hiding on top of a tall building not far from Limin Group, using Infrared Night Vision Goggles to observe the situation inside the Limin Group factory area. Ironically, this tall building was the dormitory for Limin Group employees, where some mid-level technical and management personnel who mastered the processing and refining techniques of poppy resided. Furthermore, Limin Group imposed certain restrictions on their freedom to prevent leaks of related refining processes and technologies. The building was also guarded by armed soldiers, making it impossible for outsiders to enter. However, such security measures posed no challenge to Xin Yi and Roxy. They easily climbed up to the rooftop via the drainage pipes at the back of the building. The most dangerous places often turned out to be the safest, and this saying couldn't be more accurate. Once on the rooftop, it felt like they had entered their private territory; it was quiet with no one to disturb them, allowing them to observe while eating and chatting.
Finally, dawn arrived, and several military transport vehicles drove into Limin Group. The vehicles stopped near the Finished Goods Warehouse, where armed soldiers disembarked and took positions around the warehouse. A rough estimate showed there were no less than two hundred soldiers. Meanwhile, the large door of the Finished Goods Warehouse swung open, and two forklifts began loading drugs that were neatly stacked in square bales. Each bale was wrapped in waterproof plastic film, resting on wooden pallets, making them easy to load with a forklift. The loading process was swift; within about half an hour, two container trucks were filled to capacity.
The officer in charge of escorting received the door lock and seals from the warehouse manager, locked the container truck's compartment, affixed the seals, and completed the handover procedures before preparing to hit the road. The alert soldiers also reboarded their transport vehicles.
At that moment, a sharp sound cut through the air. The escorting officer looked up just in time to see something with a fiery tail flying straight toward one of the container trucks. Before he could react, there was a thunderous explosion. The searing airflow mixed with shattered steel plates and iron scraps from the container truck, along with clouds of drug powder that filled the air. The officer didn't even have time to drop down when a piece of torn metal sliced through him at the waist. He felt no pain initially; instead, he suddenly realized he had shrunk in height. Looking down, he saw that only his upper body remained standing while his lower half lay sprawled on one side, intestines spilling out onto the ground. Having been a soldier all his life, he had never witnessed anything so horrifying. His eyes widened in disbelief until he confirmed that what stood on the ground was indeed his own severed torso. Unable to contain his terror any longer, he opened his mouth to scream, but before any sound could escape, another deafening explosion occurred as another container truck loaded with drugs blew apart. In an instant, that massive vehicle was torn into pieces as heroin powder filled the air.
The events unfolded too suddenly; flames from the explosions engulfed two nearby military transport vehicles. In an instant, the entrance of the Finished Goods Warehouse became a sea of fire. Soldiers who couldn't escape were either injured by flying debris or consumed by flames or hurled several meters away by rapidly expanding air pressure—casualties were numerous amidst chaos. However, some soldiers amidst the confusion spotted where the attackers were located: atop the employee dormitory building of Limin Group. Some recognized that it was a high-range Rocket Launcher that had fired those rockets; its power was astonishing enough to penetrate even armored vehicles' thick steel plates—let alone mere containers.
Soldiers who were fortunate enough not to be injured began shouting to capture the attackers. Some pulled out binoculars to search for their whereabouts. As dawn broke, they quickly noticed two figures atop that tall building watching them; one was shouldering a Rocket Launcher, from which wisps of smoke still curled up from its muzzle. An officer directed some soldiers to extinguish fires while leading others onto a transport vehicle racing toward Limin Group's entrance. With two container trucks' worth of drugs destroyed, their only chance for redemption lay in capturing the attackers; thus they charged toward where they believed those hiding in that building were located without hesitation. They knew it was Limin Group's employee dormitory and notified stationed soldiers there to seal all exits immediately and block any routes down from the rooftop—waiting for their arrival to rush up and apprehend them.
Xin Yi fired only two rockets; both hit their targets flawlessly, obliterating two container trucks loaded with drugs into smithereens. Watching as those containers filled with drugs worth their weight in gold exploded into a dazzling display while being engulfed in flames brought a smile to Xin Yi's face. Beside her, Roxy marveled at how Xin Yi managed such long-range shots but worried whether she could handle firing two rockets consecutively; although powerful, firing a rocket launcher also produced tremendous recoil—firing one felt like being struck by a heavy hammer on one's shoulder; firing two would be even more intense. Contrary to what cinematic portrayals suggested about casually firing rocket launchers without consequence—such depictions were pure nonsense; if it were true, one's skeletal structure would likely be shattered.
Seeing that Xin Yi seemed unharmed after dropping her rocket launcher and merely rubbing her right shoulder slightly said: "Now let's go; what do you want for breakfast?"
"Actually, what I want most is your vegetable porridge," Roxy replied with a smile. "But to avoid trouble, let's just go with milk and bread."
"Come on! Just say you want me to make you vegetable porridge! I didn't expect you would start beating around the bush now; it's like you're being polite with me," Xin Yi said.
"Hehehe..." Roxy giggled: "You said it first! So I won't hold back; I'm off to make vegetable porridge!"
"Hahaha... You're so quirky!" The two shared a hearty laugh together.
On the rooftop of the Limin Group's employee dormitory, two figures moved swiftly between it and a nearby slightly shorter residential building, gliding as if they were flying. Early risers suddenly witnessed this astonishing scene from their windows, left dumbfounded. One person, brushing his teeth in the bathroom with a toothbrush still in his mouth, forgot to continue the motion, and foam dripped down the corners of his mouth. After a long moment, he finally regained his senses and, forgetting the toothbrush in his mouth, turned and shouted into the house, "Look! Honey, come quick and see the gods!"
In the kitchen, a housewife preparing breakfast caught sight of this scene and completely forgot about the eggs sizzling in the frying pan. Excitedly waving her spatula, she murmured to herself, "Superman? So there really are superheroes in this world! How cool!" Of course, what awaited her was a burnt egg in the pan and her husband with a beer belly complaining that she made him late.
There were also some curious individuals eager to get to the bottom of this incident. They rushed up to the rooftop where the gods or superheroes had landed but discovered a thin steel wire connecting the two buildings. The true identities of these "gods" or "superheroes" turned out to be assassins—definitely assassins. Isn't that how they portray it in movies? Nevertheless, this revelation still excited them for quite some time. Assassins! Not the kind of butchers you find at a market with big heads and ears. Such mysterious and suave individuals are not something everyone gets to see; isn't that worth feeling proud about? Especially for those young women filled with rosy dreams who would fantasize for a long time about encountering that mysterious assassin again, dreaming of whether they could write a classic romantic tale of love with an assassin.
Three hundred kilometers away from Taiwan's capital Abayir, at Yunis Dock by the sea, a massive cargo ship named Wales was docked. This ship was the link between Y Country Moha Group and Taiwan. Five days ago, it arrived loaded with food and daily necessities; now all cargo had been unloaded and transported to various transfer warehouses in Taiwan, just waiting for Limin Group to send two containers before it could set sail back home.
Although Wales was merely a cargo ship on the surface, that was just its disguise. In reality, it was equipped with a large number of weapons and ammunition, including twelve rapid-fire cannons and four anti-aircraft guns. Its combat capability could rival that of small escort vessels. The sailors on board were all retired navy personnel from Lusang Nation who served as sailors but could quickly transform into navy soldiers in emergencies, operating powerful rapid-fire cannons and anti-aircraft guns against enemies. Using an ordinary cargo ship as cover, no one could discern anything unusual about Wales from its appearance. Because of this disguise, Wales had previously encountered fierce pirate ships at sea; however, those poor pirates never imagined that this cargo ship would possess such formidable combat power. Before they could even approach, they were already riddled with holes from Wales's rapid-fire cannons and sank into the deep sea after spinning around a few times. The sailors aboard Wales rescued the surviving pirates and turned them into laborers on the ship.
The captain of Wales was named Fitel Castro from Lusang Nation. Before taking command of Wales, he was a colonel in Lusang Nation's naval fleet. After retiring, he was hired as captain by Y Country Moha Group's subsidiary in Lusang Nation; however, this was merely his public identity. Fitel Castro also held another position as the head of maritime trade and security for Black K Party in Lusang Nation—a figure akin to a gang leader.
At this moment, Fitel Castro sat in his captain's cabin savoring a glass of red wine while waiting for Limin Group's container truck carrying drugs to arrive so he could load it onto the ship and return to his Motherland. For those who sail ships, being at home on the seas is quite normal; however, deep down in their hearts lies an enduring attachment to their homeland—a feeling that is particularly strong for those who have spent years drifting away from it.
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