Villain? No, I'll catch up with the protagonist after passing the civil service exam.

Square dancing aunties?

Did they kick the speakers?

Scarface's brain went blank on the spot; he even suspected that he was hallucinating due to being too nervous.

What is all this about?

On one side, there was her daughter's heart-wrenching cries, saying that their home was surrounded by tanks; on the other side, there was her subordinate's incoherent report, saying that their hideout had been reported by a group of middle-aged women.

Both of these things sound like a strong element of magical realism.

Lu Jingyan looked at the completely bewildered scarred man opposite him, the corner of his mouth growing colder. He didn't urge him, but simply crossed his arms leisurely, like a hunter patiently waiting for his prey to walk into his trap.

He knew that another trap he had laid had tightened.

……

Let's go back half an hour.

In an abandoned industrial park on the western outskirts of Jinghai City.

This is the secret base of the "Heavenly Punishment" mercenary group in Jinghai City, and also Chu Tianjiao's headquarters.

Following Chu Tianjiao's orders, Scarface led a hundred elite men to the airport to create chaos and draw the police's attention. The remaining hundred men, armed to the teeth, assembled in the park's plaza, ready to serve as the second echelon and carry out a more aggressive "assault" mission.

This group of ruthless killers, who had committed countless murders on the battlefields of the Middle East, were all menacing and stood in neat rows. Their chilling aura was enough to make any regular army take notice.

However, despite their meticulous planning, they overlooked one thing.

This abandoned square, which they thought was deserted, has long been regarded as a "feng shui treasure land" by square dance enthusiasts from several nearby communities because of its flat and open ground and excellent feng shui.

Every evening from 7 pm to 9 pm, without fail, is the exclusive rehearsal time for the "Red Sun Square Dance Troupe".

Today, when Zhang Guifen, the lead dancer, arrived at the square with her group of sisters, whose average age was sixty but whose fighting spirit was off the charts, carrying a JBL subwoofer worth tens of thousands of yuan, everyone was dumbfounded.

Their territory was taken over by a group of guys dressed in black with their faces painted like ghosts!

"Hey! What are you doing?"

Aunt Zhang, the soul of the dance troupe, has always had a fiery temper. She slammed the speaker on the ground, hands on her hips, and strode over. "Who gave you permission to stand here? Don't you know this space belongs to 'Red Sun'? Hurry up and move, don't delay our rehearsal of our newly learned 'The Most Dazzling Ethnic Style'!"

The mercenary leader in charge of staying behind was a hot-tempered man who had just returned from the African battlefield. He couldn't stand this insult and kicked the brand-new JBL speaker.

"Get out of here, you old bastards! If you utter another word, I'll break your legs!"

That kick landed squarely on a hornet's nest.

Aunt Zhang stared blankly for three seconds at the clear shoe print on her newly bought speaker, which she was preparing to make a splash at the "Dancing with the Stars" competition next month.

Then, her fighting spirit, which had been pent up for half her life, erupted instantly.

"Rebellion! Outrageous!"

Aunt Zhang slapped her thigh, her voice shrill and piercing, "Sisters! These gangsters not only occupy our territory, but they also dare to kick our 'weapons'! They're declaring war on our 'Red Sun'!"

The dozens of middle-aged women behind her instantly became excited, taking off their dance shoes and displaying the same ferocity they had when they scrambled for discounted eggs at the market years ago.

"Let's fight them!"

"Call 110! No, call the mayor's hotline! Tell them there are terrorists here!"

The leader, Aunt Zhang, was clearly more "strategic" than the average middle-aged woman. Instead of confronting her head-on, she took out her phone and dialed the mayor's hotline for Jinghai City.

As soon as the call connected, Aunt Zhang's acting skills, which she had been preparing for half her life, instantly came online. Her voice was trembling with sobs, so moving that it could make anyone who heard it feel heartbroken and bring tears to their eyes.

"Hey? Is this the mayor? I have a report! We... we have a group of terrorists here!"

"Yes, yes, yes! They all had guns! Long guns! Dark and menacing! They even kicked down our sound system! They said they'd break our legs! Waaah... We're just a bunch of unarmed civilians..."

This phone call was like a bombshell, instantly exploding in the city hall building.

Organized crime? Armed? Land grabbing? And they even kicked an elderly person's stereo?

This is absolutely heinous and unforgivable!

The city leader slammed his fist on the table and immediately ordered: Level 1 alert!

The order was quickly relayed to the Armed Police Mobile Detachment in Jinghai City.

Within five minutes, more than a dozen "Warrior" armored vehicles and troop carriers roared out, and armed police officers, armed with live ammunition, surrounded the entire western suburban industrial park like divine soldiers descending from the sky, with anti-terrorism measures in place!

While the "Heavenly Punishment" squad was still swaggering around the square, the dark muzzles of guns and the menacing machine guns on the armored vehicles were already aimed at them from all directions.

The leader who stayed behind was so scared he wet himself on the spot.

……

Airport departure hall.

Scarface listened to two completely different phone calls on his phone, both pointing to the same devastating ending, and his brain was completely turned into mush.

He couldn't figure it out.

They were the formidable "Heavenly Punishment" team, so how did they attract a counter-terrorism-level attack from the regular army just because they kicked a speaker?

Is the fighting capacity of this country really this outrageous?

In the instant he was lost in thought, Lu Jingyan's voice, like a death knell from hell, rang out again through the loudspeaker.

"Looks like your backyard's on fire."

A cold smile curled at the corner of Lu Jingyan's lips. "I'm giving you one last chance. Put down your weapons and come out with your hands on your heads. Otherwise, I will order... a full-scale attack."

"you……"

Scarface wanted to say something more, but outside the airport, a series of dull and orderly footsteps, along with the teeth-grinding "squeak" of armored vehicle tracks rolling over the ground, came like rolling thunder.

He turned his head with difficulty and looked out through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the terminal.

The square was now filled with armed police officers in olive-green combat uniforms, their dark gun barrels forming a deadly defensive line. Behind that line, several menacing wheeled armored vehicles slowly aimed their cannons at the terminal building's entrance.

At the same time, his phone screen lit up.

It was the last MMS message sent by the subordinates who stayed behind.

In the photo, their secret base has been transformed into a sea of ​​lights, with densely packed armed police officers and even armed helicopters circling overhead.

Scarface's hands trembled like a leaf.

He looked at the photo on his phone that resembled a scene from a war movie, then at the calm and collected young policeman in front of him, who seemed to have everything under control. An unprecedented sense of fear and absurdity instantly overwhelmed him.

He muttered to himself, his voice filled with despair:

"What...exactly have we messed with?"