I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

After saying that, Ah Kun tactfully withdrew and locked the door behind him.

As soon as the door lock clicked shut, An Ran immediately became alert.

She took off her cumbersome business jacket and tossed it onto the single sofa. She then pulled a miniature detector from the inner pocket of her briefcase and began to carefully inspect the entire suite.

They didn't even spare the back cover of the TV, the louvers of the ventilation ducts, the gaps under the bed, or even the back of the bathroom mirror.

Chen Zheng walked to the water dispenser, rinsed the titanium alloy thermos with hot water, and then soaked a small handful of goji berries in it again.

Ten minutes later, An Ran put away the detector and gave Chen Zheng a safe gesture.

"Clean, with no listening devices or miniature probes."

Anran pulled out the Glock pistol, removed the magazine to check the bullets, and placed it on the bedside table within easy reach.

Chen Zheng, holding a thermos, sat down on a broken wooden chair by the window.

"Did those three mercenaries on the ship figure anything out?"

An Ran pulled out another chair, her brow furrowed.

"His steps are steady, and he is extremely vigilant, indicating that he has definitely participated in actual combat."

Chen Zheng took a sip of goji berry water, his gaze turning cold.

"The northern part of Jinsha Town is the core defense zone of the local armed forces. Those three guys went straight north after disembarking."

"Old Wu said that recently there have been frequent contacts between foreigners and local armed groups, and they have spent a lot of money."

"The dogs kept by the CIA's peripheral operations team have always liked to use others to do their dirty work; they're definitely plotting a major disaster."

An Ran spread the simple map from her briefcase on the coffee table and drew a conspicuous circle in the North District with a red pen.

"If they have already reached some kind of dirty deal with the local armed forces, it would be very easy for us two strangers to alert them if we barge in rashly."

We need to find a breakthrough.

Without turning his head, Chen Zheng pointed to the center of the map with his finger.

"Then let's choose the casino that Ah Kun mentioned earlier."

"Those kinds of places are a mixed bag, and information flows very quickly."

"Let's go explore tonight and see if we can catch a couple of serious fish out of the water."

As he spoke, he turned to look at An Ran, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

"Remember, you must keep your persona intact tonight."

"If a secretary were to perform a gunfight in public, the show would be ruined."

An Ran snorted coldly and tucked the pistol back into its holster at her waist.

"Don't worry, Mr. Chen, as long as you don't take advantage of me, I'm absolutely a perfect sexy vase."

The sun quickly set behind the western mountains.

Night fell over Jinsha Town.

The neon signs on both sides of the main street of Jiedao have dimmed their brightness, but they are still flashing.

Loud heavy metal electronic music also blared in various shops.

The streets were filled with the sounds of soliciting prostitution, cursing from gamblers who had lost everything, and the clinking of glasses.

In the distance, two muffled bursts of rifle fire could even be faintly heard.

Nobody cares, nobody pays attention.

The deaths of a few people here are of no importance.

Chen Zheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window of the suite, the colorful light and shadow outside illuminating his sharply defined profile.

His gaze pierced through the glass, fixed on the dark area in the North District that was unlit by neon lights.

The situation here is more complicated than I imagined.

……

It was nine o'clock that night.

Ah Kun parked the pickup truck at the alley entrance and winked at the two of them.

"We've arrived. This is the Heihe Casino."

"This place is closed during the day, but it eats people at night."

Chen Zheng leaned back in the back seat, holding a thermos in his hand.

"Your introduction sounds like that of a tour guide at a tourist attraction."

Upon hearing this, Ah Kun couldn't help but chuckle twice.

"Boss Chen, this is our style here. We're honest and fair to all, young and old, but we don't offer refunds if you die."

Anran sat beside her, her eyelids twitching as she listened.

She really has a smooth tongue.

It seems that even if this person were to sell coffins, his business would probably be quite successful.

As soon as the car door opened, the noise from outside immediately entered the carriage.

The casino was a two-story wooden building with a cracked signboard hanging at the entrance, half of the gold paint peeling off.

The guards downstairs were four local armed men, two of whom had their guns pointed diagonally at the ground.

An Ran glanced at the scene and memorized both the people and the gun.

Four sentries were visible.

There are two more behind the door.

There are shadows near the second-floor window; there are at least three people.

The alley to the right of the wooden building is too narrow to facilitate evacuation.

There's a pile of miscellaneous items on the left; it could be used to hide people or guns.

Her mind raced, but she maintained the demeanor of a secretary, carrying her briefcase and standing half a step behind Chen Zheng.

As soon as Ah Kun stepped forward, he was stopped by a dark-skinned, thin man guarding the gate.

"search."

Ah Kun quickly smiled and said, "It's the rules, it's the rules, Boss Chen, please don't mind."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zheng slightly raised his eyes.

"When it comes to doing business, I'm very particular about the rules."

"But you'd better tell them to keep their hands clean; my suit is very expensive."

The guard clearly didn't understand, but another Chinese translator next to him laughed, and then another man's voice came from behind him.

"Don't worry, boss. Our people don't love men; they're all respectable men."

The speaker was a Chinese man in his forties with his hair combed back and a big smile on his face.

Ah Kun quickly introduced them.

"Boss Du, this is Boss Chen whom I mentioned to you."

"Boss Chen, this is Brother Du Kun. He's the one who connects many of the businesses here."

Du Kun nodded and extended his hand.

"I've heard so much about you."

Chen Zheng also reached out and touched his hand.

"each other."

Du Kun's gaze shifted and landed on An Ran.

"This must be Miss Lin."

An Ran nodded slightly.

"Lin Siqi".

Du Kun smiled.

"Boss Chen is so lucky, even his assistant is so well-dressed."

Chen Zheng simply shook his head, his expression calm.

"She's here to manage the accounts, not to be seen by others."

Du Kun laughed and immediately made way.

"I was too talkative. Please, both of you."

As soon as you enter, you are hit by a wave of heat and noise.

There were seven or eight gambling tables downstairs, with the constant clatter of dice and various curses echoing around.

Local armed men stood by the wall, their fingers resting on the edge of the trigger guard.

After looking around, Chen Zheng had a clear idea of ​​what was going on.

There were about thirty gamblers downstairs, but less than half of them were actually gambling.

The rest of the people either kept watch over the place or pretended to be gamblers and acted as informants.

The second floor is tonight's target.

Afterwards, Du Kun led the three of them upstairs.

It's much quieter upstairs, with private rooms on both sides of the corridor.

The innermost room had two local armed men standing at the door carrying guns.

Du Kun led the three men into the room.

"Boss Basong, the guests have arrived."

The private room was filled with smoke.

In the center was a long table with wine and tea set on it, and next to it lay a cleaver with dark red bloodstains on the blade.

An Ran's eyes involuntarily tightened slightly.

A burly man sat behind the table, his hands covered in old wounds.

He was wearing an open-collar floral shirt, a gun tucked into his waistband, and a black dog lying at his feet.

Two local militia leaders sat next to Basong, and four gunmen stood against the wall behind him.

What really caught Chen Zheng's attention was the glass panel on the opposite wall.

That should be a one-way window, and there should be someone behind it.

And there's more than one.