A moment later, the door of the black van in front opened, and two SWAT officers jumped out, running toward the tallest white apartment building.

"I’ve already deployed a sniper to find a vantage point and reconnoiter the surrounding terrain. As soon as we confirm the target appears, I’ll immediately contact the operations headquarters to have the traffic police block the surrounding roads."

From the earpiece, a deep voice came through; it was the team leader of the SAT unit.

His name is Nagatani Shouhei, a middle-aged man of about thirty-seven or eight, half a head shorter than Gu Ji, with a robust build and sharp hawk-like nose, giving him an unusually fierce appearance.

"Understood, but I think the likelihood of Liangben choosing this place for a meeting is low."

Gu Ji had Lang Shaobo speak for him.

Due to language barriers, they had Lang Shaobo translate before the operation, and during the operation, they used short English words as much as possible.

In fact, modern CQB special operations originated and evolved from the British SAS. Most tactical terms are in English, and even Gu Ji and his team often use English words to replace some cumbersome or ambiguous tactical instructions.

"Liangben must have guessed that Jian Na would contact the police. To prevent the police from setting up in advance, they should change locations at least once or twice."

Sure enough, shortly after Gu Ji finished speaking, Zeng Dan received a message from Jian Na.

Liangben changed the meeting place to Shangzeding Street in the north of the city, at least 7 kilometers away from here.

"As expected, they’re trying to lead us in circles."

Gao Bo opened his phone map and glanced at it roughly, "Won’t be going around and around, only to end up not in Hachioji City?"

"By then, you might just be right."

Gu Ji responded verbally, but his thoughts were on the Ghost Server information.

Just now, Baron sent a message that he had rendezvoused with Wa Xueming. The DIA people are temporarily missing, but they have located Jian Na’s mother at a factory building in Adachi District.

Adachi District?

When he had just gotten off the plane, he heard from Lang Shaobo that it is the peak tourist season in Tokyo; one reason is to enjoy the snow, and another is for the winter fireworks festival, where Adachi District is one of the venues.

Moreover, Adachi District is primarily residential, densely populated, and complicated.

If a gunfight breaks out, it will undoubtedly cause significant chaos.

...

...

"Finished sending?"

"Hmm? Yes."

In the dim alley beneath the tree, Baron put down his phone, carefully examining the Asian man in front of him, wearing a dark olive-green outdoor outfit, a gray cap, and carrying a black backpack, who was reinforcement sent to him by 7472: Wa Xueming.

Honestly, if it weren’t for the photo provided on the contact website,

he would have thought this guy was some chubby miner.

But in the next moment, Wa Xueming dropped his backpack, pulled out a black short-barreled shotgun and two black Glock pistols, waving them with off-key English, "Do you have these?"

"No."

Baron cautiously adjusted the military knife hidden on his wrist, his eyes never leaving the position of the gun muzzle.

Upon seeing this, Wa Xueming directly handed him one.

After receiving the pistol, Baron finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although the pistol’s casing looked fake, obviously a 3D-printed plastic product, the barrel, firing mechanism, and bullets in the magazine were real, probably stolen or acquired from somewhere.

With this, he no longer feared the DIA group of mad dogs.

"When do we act?"

"What did you say?"

Wa Xueming’s English proficiency isn’t high; he couldn’t understand what Baron was muttering.

"Fuck, such a big organization, hiring people who can’t even speak English?" Forced with no choice, Baron had to take out his phone, using a translation app with voice listening, translating in real-time.

"No rush, let’s observe the terrain first."

Wa Xueming lowered his hat brim, glanced at the factory outside the alley, "There must be quite a few of their people in the factory. I had just fought with Liangben’s people at noon earlier today, their gunmen are mostly trained, and their weaponry is better than ours. Rushing in without a plan will certainly get us killed. We need to find a way to draw the Americans and Japanese police out to confront Liangben’s people, allowing us a chance to rescue the hostages..."

"Wait, speak slower, my phone can’t keep up with translations!"

"How many Americans intercepted us?"

"Three, a short-haired brown woman and a bearded man from the United States, plus a young Asian guy, unsure if he’s Japanese or not, decent features, but not as handsome as me. This kid is extremely good at disguises; I nearly fell into his trap."