Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

The first few soldiers to rush into the hall ran right into the second group's defensive line and fell to the ground before they could even see what the enemy looked like.

The soldiers following behind witnessed the whole thing, their eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

They had seen countless fierce militants, but these mysterious warriors in gray-black training uniforms and camouflage paint were not only terrifyingly accurate marksmen, but their close-quarters combat skills were far beyond their comprehension.

In a confined space, a Flying Tigers member caught a guard's scimitar with his bare hands, then slammed the hilt of the blade into the guard's temple.

Another guard attacked from behind, but a Flying Tigers member, without turning his head, struck him on the Adam's apple with a backhand elbow, causing him to collapse to the ground as if his bones had been removed.

Panic spread like a plague among the crowd. Someone shouted first, and the remaining soldiers threw down their weapons and knelt down to surrender.

From the moment the bedroom door was kicked open to the moment the entire main building was brought under control, the entire process took no more than three minutes.

Lin Mo walked up to Ata and looked down at the man whose face was covered in blood and who was being held down by Zhou Ping.

Ata, panting heavily, raised his head and asked in broken English in a hoarse voice:

"Who exactly are you?"

Dili slowly walked out from behind Lin Mo, pulled down her mask, and in the flickering light of the corridor, Ata saw her face clearly, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Dilireba's voice was calm:

"He is my master."

A crisp gunshot echoed through the villa's corridor.

Dili put away her pistol and gestured for Zhou Ping to drag Ata's body into the hall.

The captured guards and staff were led to the center of the hall and made to kneel before Ata's body.

Dili stood before them and coldly announced in the local language that Ata was dead and his faction ceased to exist from this day forward.

All those who lay down their arms will be forgiven for their past transgressions, while those who continue to resist will meet the same fate as the corpses at their feet.

The battle ended completely at dawn.

The remaining forces of Atta were leaderless, and most of them chose to surrender.

Dili used an iron fist to integrate the surrendered troops and sent her trusted confidants to take over several key strongholds, including the newly captured mortar depot and ammunition depot.

In the following days, Lin Mo did not rush to leave with his people.

Dili had just taken over Ata's power, and there were undercurrents within the organization. Many of the surrendered soldiers were only outwardly submissive, but were secretly observing the situation.

Lin Mo simply sent out thirty Flying Tigers members, half of whom followed Dili's confidants to familiarize themselves with the defenses of each stronghold, while the other half took turns going to the firing range to see the various modern weapons left behind by Ata.

The captured anti-tank missiles, Gatling guns, and rocket launchers were all eye-opening for the Flying Tigers.

Zhou Ping squatted next to the rocket launcher, using a twig to calculate the range on the ground, muttering to himself:

"If this thing could be transported back, it could probably fire a single shot from Lianhai all the way to Cangwu!"

Zhao Gang, who was examining the captured night vision goggles, replied without looking up:

"But you have to learn how to use it first, so you don't end up firing shells into your own yard."

The next day, Dili returned from outside the camp, looking travel-worn.

She pushed open the door to the command post, put the gun at her waist on the table, walked wearily to the sofa, leaned against Lin Mo's shoulder, and let out a long sigh.

Lin Mo put down his teacup and put his arm around her shoulder:

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"It's alright, Master."

The patrol encountered a small team in the Gobi Desert. These people were sneaking out of the camp when the patrol discovered them, and a firefight ensued, resulting in their deaths.

Several boxes of grenades and rifles were stolen from the ammunition depot last night. The guard said someone tampered with the inventory during the inventory check.

"No leads?"

"Found it."

All the evidence now points to Hassan, Atta's adjutant. He was the most sincere when he surrendered, voluntarily handing over his sidearm and helping to persuade several strongholds to surrender. He was quite prestigious among the group.

In the past few days, however, he has been frequently making private contacts with the leaders of the surrendered soldiers at various strongholds, as if they are plotting something.

However, the internal situation is still unstable, and he has great prestige, so it's really not appropriate to take action against him now.

As Dili spoke, her brows furrowed.

Lin Mo picked up his teacup and took a sip:

"Take me to see him. I'll help you solve this."

Dili hugged Lin Mo tightly around the waist and excitedly kissed him on the cheek:

"That's great, Master!"

I love you!

"You just love me?"

"Here, you can have a bite!"

"I prefer the angle grinder, I'll think about it when I'm done with this!"

"No problem, Master!"

Dili led Lin Mo to Hassan's office.

When the door opened, Hassan was sitting behind the table flipping through an account book. He looked up and saw the Eastern face behind Dili, and a hint of wariness flashed in his eyes.

"Commander Dilireba, what brings you here today?"

He closed the ledger, stood up, forced a smile, and greeted them politely, but his tone betrayed his undisguised disdain.

Without a word, Lin Mo appeared behind Hassan in a flash, grabbed the back of his neck with one hand, twisted his arm behind his back with the other, and pressed his knee against his waist, pinning him to the ground.

Hassan was pinned to the ground, a confused and aggrieved expression on his face:

"Chief Dilireba! What are you doing?"

I, Hassan, swear to God, I have never done anything to wrong you since I submitted to you!

"Yeah?"

Lin Mo took out a needle pouch from his pocket, pulled out several silver needles, and his fingers flashed as he inserted them into several acupoints on the back of Hassan's neck.

As the internal energy seeped into his meridians through the needle tip, Hassan shuddered violently. Then his entire body began to convulse violently, his face turned bright red, veins bulged on his forehead, and his teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.

Before a cup of tea could be brewed, Hassan broke down, collapsing to the ground, tears streaming down his face, pleading in a hoarse voice:

"Pull it out quickly, I can't take it anymore, it hurts and feels numb!"

"Just give me a quick death, ah!"

Dilireba pulled up a chair and sat down in front of him:

"Confess everything you've been plotting!"

"I'll talk, I'll talk, I sent people..."

He intermittently confessed to all the evidence and the names of those involved.

They secretly opened an ammunition depot, smuggled grenades and rifles, and joined forces with the remaining troops to stage a coup. They even clearly explained the time and place of each meeting.