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After leaving the local police station, Chen Feng and Qin Zhen did not return to the hotel immediately. Instead, they drove their inconspicuous Toyota and moved slowly and regularly around the designated port area.

Chen Feng needed to use this method of constantly changing positions to further narrow down the scope of his mysterious perception ability, thereby eliminating all interference and locking onto Zhao Xingrong's most precise coordinates.

Finally, as the car drove through an area that reeked of fish and rust, his gaze suddenly settled on a long-abandoned fish processing plant with large sections of its walls peeling off.

There was Zhao Xingrong's life signal there, which was very clear in Chen Feng's perception world.

“That’s it!” Chen Feng raised his hand, pointing to the rusty building, his tone certain. “The person should be inside.”

Qin Zhen looked in the direction he was pointing, his sharp eyes scrutinizing every corner of the abandoned factory, from the broken windows to the tightly closed doors. Finally, he asked in a deep voice, "Are you really sure? There's no mistake?"

"Confirmed!" Chen Feng nodded emphatically, then glanced at the time. There was still an hour until noon, the time they had agreed upon with all parties.

"Let's go back first." Qin Zhen withdrew his gaze.

11:50 a.m.

The sky over the Zamboanga port area was still shrouded in a thick layer of clouds that seemed to be soaked in ocean moisture. The air was so thick that it was hard to breathe, making it feel unusually hot and oppressive.

Inside a room at a Chinese-owned hotel, Chen Feng, Qin Zhen, Wang Yichuan, and Zhang Jianhui were already dressed. The floral beach shirts they had used for camouflage had been replaced with dark, tight-fitting T-shirts that allowed for easier movement, and each of them was equipped with the necessary gear.

Each person wore a pair of black wireless bone conduction headphones, brought from China, to ensure clear and unambiguous communication even in noisy environments filled with gunfire.

"Attention everyone, time adjustment." Qin Zhen's calm voice rang out, clearly echoing in everyone's minds through the earpieces. He glanced at the complex and rugged tactical watch on his wrist and continued, "It's 11:55 now. Five minutes until the scheduled final assault."

"Feng, how are you feeling? Has the target's location changed?" Qin Zhen asked.

Chen Feng closed his eyes, leaning back on the sofa like a sophisticated humanoid radar in deep scanning mode. The invisible sensory network in his mind had already completely covered the abandoned fish processing plant. The life force belonging to Zhao Xingrong, though as faint as a candle in the wind, was exceptionally clear in its location and had not moved an inch.

“His location hasn’t changed. He’s weak, but he’s still alive.” Chen Feng suddenly opened his eyes. “The other party seems completely unaware; everything is normal.”

These damned kidnappers, daring to target wealthy Chinese, are all bad news.

"Very good." Qin Zhen checked the detailed operation route and assault plan one last time on the tablet in front of him, and issued the orders: "Wang Yichuan, Zhang Jianhui, you two are responsible for the first-time breach and violent assault. I will be responsible for midfield support and on-site command. A-Feng, you stay on the roof of the opposite building, guide us to the precise location of the hostages at any time, and keep watch on our rear. Remember, our primary objective is to rescue the hostages, and only secondarily to annihilate the enemy. Minimize firefights unless absolutely necessary, and make sure the battle is quick and decisive!"

"Understood." Wang Yichuan and Zhang Jianhui's voices were concise and powerful, like two killing machines that had been warmed up and were ready to reap lives at any moment. Moreover, it was clear that deep in their eyes, there was an uncontrollable bloodthirsty excitement.

This left Chen Feng somewhat speechless. If he had a choice, he really wouldn't want to personally participate in such frontline combat. However, to rescue Zhao Xingrong unharmed from the complex factory area in the shortest possible time, he really had to rely on Chen Feng's "human radar" for real-time navigation.

Otherwise, relying solely on Qin Zhen and his team's carpet search would not only waste precious time for the raid, but also make it impossible to pinpoint the target so accurately and quickly in the first instance, which would undoubtedly bring huge variables and dangers to the entire operation.

Fortunately, his intuition told him that this mission should not be dangerous.

Meanwhile, Chen Dongpeng and Basong were lying in ambush on a high ground a few kilometers from the port area, using high-powered military binoculars to monitor every move in the entire area like hawks. Chen Dongpeng was responsible for final communication and confirmation with his local collaborators, Mendoza and Director Cruz, while Basong nervously stared at his mobile phone, responsible for arranging the vehicles for the evacuation.

"Mendoza is ready. His most elite men have been assembled at several key entrances to Abuja's territory, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time." Chen Dongpeng calmly reported into his wireless headset, "Chief Cruz has also replied. His police cars have been quietly deployed to the outskirts of the port area according to our plan, ready to enter and 'maintain order' at any time."

Everything was proceeding in an orderly and precise manner, according to the script they had rehearsed countless times beforehand.

Time ticked away, second by second, in the oppressive atmosphere.

The moment the hour, minute, and second hands of the tactical watch on Qin Zhen's wrist perfectly aligned with the number "12" on the dial.

It's twelve o'clock sharp.

"boom!"

A deafening explosion suddenly erupted from the other end of the port area, and a huge ball of fire shot into the sky, turning the gloomy sky orange-red! Immediately afterwards, dense gunfire, frenzied hacking and slashing, and shouts in various languages ​​instantly resounded throughout the entire port.

Keeping his promise, Mendoza led his most ruthless and daring outlaws in a fierce raid on the casinos and warehouses of Abuye, another major local power!

Almost simultaneously, dozens of police cars arrived from all directions with sirens blaring. Under the personal command of Chief Cruz, they swiftly sealed off the entire block where the fish processing plant was located, euphemistically calling it a "cleanup of the gangland."

"action!"

With a low shout, Qin Zhen, along with Wang Yichuan and Zhang Jianhui, moved like ghosts in the night, using the loud noise from afar as cover, and swiftly made their way to an inconspicuous side door of the processing plant.

Meanwhile, Chen Feng, armed with a military-grade infrared telescope, silently climbed onto the roof of an abandoned building across the street, securing the best sniping and observation position. Through the high-powered telescope, he could clearly see everything happening inside the factory's courtyard.

Inside the factory, the kidnappers who remained were clearly caught off guard by the sudden commotion outside. They were holding their guns and acting like a bunch of headless flies, completely disoriented.

"boom!"

A muffled yet penetrating gunshot pierced the air. A kidnapper who was standing at a second-floor window, peering out through binoculars, had his head explode like a watermelon struck by a hammer, the red and white matter mixed with bone fragments scattering across the mottled wall behind him.

This was a local police sniper lying in wait, who, as agreed, fired a single shot, clearing the biggest obstacle in the field of vision for Qin Zhen and his two companions' intrusion.

Without hesitation, Qin Zhen delivered a powerful kick, causing the rusted iron side door to cave in and deform. The three of them flashed inside like lightning. What greeted them was a frenzied barrage of gunfire from the kidnappers in their panic.

But this chaotic network of firepower, composed of a motley crew, appeared so laughable and powerless in the face of three battle-hardened top experts.

Qin Zhen moved with lightning speed, weaving and shifting within the confined space. His assault rifle spat out short, deadly bursts of fire, each precise shot instantly felling an enemy. Wang Yichuan and Zhang Jianhui, on the other hand, transformed into two highly efficient killing machines. They charged into the crowd, not even bothering to fire, relying solely on their blood-soaked military daggers to dart through the darkness and shadows. Each flash of chilling glint was accompanied by a suppressed scream and the silent end of a life.

The entire raid and clearing operation was swift and efficient, taking less than three minutes in total. Things went much more smoothly than anyone had imagined.

"Obstacles cleared, target search!"

Qin Zhen's calm instructions came through the earpiece. The three of them formed a triangular combat formation with great tacit understanding, rapidly advancing into the depths of the factory while conducting an efficient combat search of every room along the way.

Meanwhile, Chen Feng, positioned at a high vantage point, closed his eyes, focusing intently on sensing and scanning. Through his wireless earpiece, he acted like a highly accurate GPS, providing real-time guidance to Qin Zhen and the other two.

"Go to your left, about twenty meters away, there's a staircase leading down there. The hostages are probably in the basement or somewhere similar. Be careful!"

Following Chen Feng's instructions, Qin Zhen and the other two immediately and without hesitation, quickly moved towards the passage on the left.

When Qin Zhen kicked open the heavy door of the underground cold storage, Zhao Xingrong, tortured to the point of being unrecognizable, was bound to a rusty load-bearing pillar with thick iron chains, covered in wounds and on the verge of death. Beside him stood two kidnappers, wielding sharp machetes, their faces contorted with rage, seemingly ready to kill him at any moment.

Qin Zhen and his two companions suddenly burst in like divine soldiers descending from the sky. Before the two kidnappers could even react, they were both shot and fell into pools of blood, their faces filled with astonishment and resentment.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two crisp gunshots rang out, almost simultaneously; one shot came from Qin Zhen, and the other from Zhang Jianhui, who was covering the rear.

Immediately afterward, Wang Yichuan strode forward and swiftly cut the ropes binding Zhao Xingrong with a sharp dagger. With a steady bend, he hoisted Zhao Xingrong onto his broad back. The entire process was swift and decisive. He then turned and quickly retreated towards the cold storage door.

"The person has been found, but is in very poor condition. Begin evacuation!"

Qin Zhen gave a brief report into his headset and immediately went to the entrance of the cold storage, where he stood guard with his gun, while Zhang Jianhui followed closely behind, also carrying a gun, to keep watch.

As soon as Wang Yichuan carried the unconscious Zhao Xingrong out, Qin Zhen turned around in perfect unison and formed a spearhead formation in front to clear the way.

This time, the three evacuated even faster, and in less than two minutes, they had rushed out of the factory's main gate unharmed.

"Brother Rong!"

Chen Dongpeng, who had been anxiously guarding the gate with his gun, saw Zhao Xingrong's miserable appearance and his eyes instantly filled with tears. He rushed forward, took Zhao Xingrong from Wang Yichuan's back, and without saying a word carried him on his own back. He then strode towards a Toyota SUV that was already running and ready to provide backup.

Soon, everyone got into the SUV. The engine roared, the car swerved, turned around, and quickly disappeared into the chaotic end of the street.

Half an hour later, at an abandoned repair shop that had been prepared in advance on the outskirts of the city.

Zhao Xingrong was carefully placed on a makeshift cot. His face was as pale as paper, his lips were cracked and peeling, and his body was covered with shocking bruises and congealed bloodstains. His designer clothes were already tattered, clearly indicating that he had suffered inhuman torture during his kidnapping.

Chen Dongpeng knelt on one knee beside Zhao Xingrong, his tiger-like eyes filled with uncontrollable heartache and overwhelming anger.

He took out disinfectant and sterile gauze from his first-aid kit and carefully cleaned Zhao Xingrong's gruesome wounds, while comforting him in a low voice, "Brother Rong, hang in there, we're safe now. I've asked Basong to fetch a doctor, he'll be there soon."

Zhao Xingrong seemed to hear his call. She weakly opened her heavy eyelids, forcing a smile that was more like a grimace, her voice hoarse and almost inaudible: "Dongpeng... thank you... all of you..."

Before he could finish speaking, he collapsed into unconsciousness again due to severe exhaustion.

"Brother Rong! Brother Rong!"

Chen Dongpeng anxiously patted his cheek and called out twice. Finally, he reached out a trembling finger to check his breath. After confirming that he was still breathing faintly, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Immediately afterward, Chen Dongpeng turned around abruptly, looking at Basong with intense displeasure, and demanded, "Basong, what's going on? Hasn't the doctor arrived yet?"

Basong wiped the fine beads of sweat that had appeared on his forehead from nervousness, and hurriedly explained with a bitter face, "Brother Peng, I swear, I told him a long time ago to come early, and he agreed, but he still didn't come."

Seeing this situation, Chen Feng immediately said, "Brother Chen, don't wait any longer. You and Basong drive over there directly. Even if you have to kidnap them, bring them here."

"it is good!"

Chen Dongpeng immediately agreed, and without saying another word, he grabbed Basong by the collar and rushed out in a flurry.

"Yichuan, Jianhui, you two go and guard the entrance," Qin Zhen instructed.

Wang Yichuan and Zhang Jianhui didn't say much, they just nodded, checked their weapons, and then stood guard on either side of the inconspicuous gate of the repair shop.

Inside the huge repair shop, only Chen Feng, Qin Zhen, and the unconscious Zhao Xingrong remained.

Qin Zhen stretched his shoulders, which were stiff from being tense for so long, but his expression became serious. He walked to Chen Feng's side and said in a deep voice, "Feng, this operation went too smoothly, so smoothly that it makes me a little uneasy."

Chen Feng raised an eyebrow and said with feigned ease, "What? You're not happy about winning the battle? I've always been lucky, this time it's probably just pure luck, you're just benefiting from my good fortune."

Qin Zhen pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a deep drag, letting the pungent smoke circulate in his lungs, before slowly saying, "Think about it. While those kidnappers' firepower wasn't weak, their organization and reaction speed were far worse than we expected. Especially those two guys guarding Zhao Xingrong at the end—they were practically a hastily assembled rabble. They didn't even have the most basic combat reflexes; we took them down in a flash. Moreover, since the Abuye organization dared to kidnap a billionaire like Zhao Xingrong from our Dragon Country, there must be an even more powerful force backing them. Our rescue went so smoothly this time; don't you think... it's like they deliberately let us win?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng's smile faded. He shook his head and said, "We don't care what twists and turns there are. Our mission is to rescue them safely and bring them back to the country. That's enough. Why think about anything else? It only adds to our troubles."

"What do you mean?" Qin Zhen narrowed his eyes, lowering his voice even further, with a hint of inquiry in it.

Chen Feng didn't answer his question directly. Instead, he took out an encrypted satellite phone from his pocket and dialed a pre-stored number. (End of Chapter)