Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 512 - 327: Who the Hell Wants to Die If They Can Live?

Chapter 512: Chapter 327: Who the Hell Wants to Die If They Can Live?

Bird City, a certain urban village.

Beside the dust-filled dirt road, an inconspicuous old Jetta was parked, blending perfectly with the black market cars like those of Chang’an and Geely around.

Inside the car, Duan Pingyu, An Zai, Da Pao, and Ge Dabao were staring at the courtyard diagonally opposite, discussing their plan for the capture operation.

"We had the community contact the house owner; this house was rented out two months ago. The tenant was a middle-aged man with a crew cut, and from the description, he likely matches the Brother Biao you’re talking about."

Although the current rental system is quite strict, both landlords and tenants need to register with the community and the police office.

But here in the urban village, it’s mostly occupied by migrant workers, so many landlords find it troublesome and don’t take the regulations seriously, cooperating with registration only when community workers check.

Additionally, there are no surveillance cameras nearby, which results in them having very little vague information, unable to confirm whether the opponent has accomplices or is carrying weapons.

Duan Pingyu lightly tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, gazing at the mottled iron door of the courtyard. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

He lowered his voice, speaking decisively, "Let the three of us handle it. Captain Ge, you lead a team to block the perimeter."

Ge Dabao frowned, pressing Duan Pingyu’s arm to refuse, "No, it’s too risky for just the three of you to go in. Who knows how many people are inside?"

"I’ll bring a team and go in with you."

Before Duan Pingyu could respond, An Zai, beside him, spoke up, "Hehe, Captain Ge, don’t worry. We’ve sparred with those guys before. If it wasn’t for the government office people supporting them last time, we would have caught them already."

"Moreover, the boss wants them captured alive. Too many people will alert them prematurely. The three of us will be enough."

Ge Dabao froze upon hearing this, recalling the last time when Chen Wei took on four, resulting in two deaths and two escapes, realizing that all of Qi Yun’s men were elite warriors, so he stopped insisting.

After a brief silence, he ultimately agreed to Duan Pingyu’s plan, "Alright, I agree with the three of you going in, just make sure to pay attention to safety. If capturing alive isn’t possible, you’re permitted to shoot to kill!"

He then took a few earpieces out of his pocket and distributed them to the three, "Call for support at the first sign of trouble!"

Duan Pingyu and the others put on the earpieces, answered in acknowledgment, then opened the car door and swiftly walked towards the small courtyard opposite.

Meanwhile, Ge Dabao issued orders over the channel, "Group one and two, tighten up over here and block the adjacent alleys. Group three, get the vehicle ready to provide support!"

...

Inside the courtyard, besides a self-built four-story building in the north, there was a simple prefab house on each side, with a Lang Yi parked in the middle of the courtyard.

This Lang Yi had appeared at the old sewage plant previously, except the license plate had been changed.

Inside a room on the third floor, Brother Biao, Liu Zi, and the driver of the earth mover, Old Cat, were playing poker.

Suddenly, Brother Biao’s phone, placed on the bamboo mat, rang.

He glanced at the screen before putting down the cards, taking the phone and walking outside, all the way to the rooftop terrace, where he closed the door and pressed the answer button.

As soon as the call was connected, an urgent voice came through the earpiece, "You’ve been exposed! Get out immediately!"

Brother Biao was shocked. They had been hiding here for many days, stocked up with supplies, barely leaving the house—how could they have been exposed?

Besides them, only two people knew about this location, and those two would never betray them.

But there was no time to ponder over this now. He quickly reached the edge of the terrace, crouching to peek down below, noticing two new business vans had appeared across the street without him knowing.

As a seasoned hitman, his first instinct was that something was off with these two vans!

Brother Biao pulled back, and with a hoarse voice said, "It’s too late; they’re already here."

"I won’t be taken alive. Tell him for me, my son will be great one day!"

Although the data showed he was unmarried, he actually had a son, but very few knew about this, including Liu Zi and the others.

Why did Old He trust him implicitly?

Why was it that even though Secretary Ji was the one communicating with him, a single call from Old He and he’d unhesitatingly put a bullet in Secretary Ji?

He had been dealing with Secretary Ji for quite some time, surely they had a bit of camaraderie?

Moreover, logically speaking, someone of Old He’s stature wouldn’t normally interact with those doing the dirty work.

That he dared to step forward from behind the scenes was surely because he felt invincible...

Upon hearing Brother Biao’s assurance, Ma Chaoyang on the other end of the line felt his tense nerves relax slightly.

Since escape was out of the question, it was best for Brother Biao to remain silent forever, eliminating the risk of being implicated.

He opened his mouth, wanting to utter a few more insincere words.

But Brother Biao didn’t give him the chance, ending the call abruptly...

Clutching his phone, Brother Biao paused on the screen for two seconds before slowly opening the photo album, which contained an encrypted folder. After entering a few digits, a photo popped up on the screen.

It was a boy of about ten, wearing a prestigious city school’s uniform, holding a crumpled award certificate for being a three-good student, smiling with his little tiger teeth showing...

Brother Biao gently touched the boy’s face on the screen with his fingers, then sighed deeply, standing up resolutely and pulling out a replica of a Type 54 pistol from behind his waist.

He didn’t choose to go downstairs to inform those two "brothers," but quickly went to the east side of the terrace to survey the situation.

The terrace was about twelve meters above the ground, next to a narrow alley. There were protruding aluminum alloy protective windows on the second and third floors, but they were quite narrow.

To the right, a PUV drainpipe ran from the terrace down, but it was only fastened with simple straps and expansion screws, looking unreliable.

Brother Biao’s eyes continually swept between the alley, the protective windows, and the drainpipe, ultimately deciding to risk it.

No one was in the alley. If he could get down, there might be a chance to escape.

Though he talked tough earlier, who wouldn’t choose life over death if they could?

Having made up his mind, Brother Biao decided to slide down the drainpipe.

He took a deep breath, holstered his gun again, and lay on the terrace, moving his legs out first. He clamped his feet around the drainpipe as braking support, slowly lowering his body, until finally, both hands also gripped the drainpipe.

As he slowly descended, the drainpipe started to creak, with dust crumbling from the wall where the expansion screws were fixed, as if it might be torn away at any moment.

But the die was cast; he had no other choice now, so he bit the bullet and continued down. Just as he slid to about the second-floor level, a loud "bang!" exploded in the air.