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Chapter 86 Plan
The car drove smoothly through Berlin's traffic, without any speeding or violations, strictly adhering to traffic rules. This is characteristic of a professional team—unobtrusive at all times.
Spider—the blonde woman—continued operating the tablet: "I've connected to Berlin's city surveillance system, but my access is limited; I can only see cameras in public areas. It will take time to crack the areas controlled by the Iron Hand and the private surveillance networks."
"How long will it take?" Shadow asked.
"If all goes well, 24 hours," Spider said. "But if we encounter a sophisticated firewall, it could take longer."
"Priority target areas: Pier 17 and its surroundings, Kreuzberg district, and..." Ying paused, "...the area where Zhang Yiqiang was last seen."
"clear."
The anvil—the Black man in the back seat—lifted another box from under his feet and opened it. Inside were various weapons: pistols, submachine guns, grenades, plastic explosives, and several military daggers. He examined each item with the practiced ease of examining his own fingers.
"Equipment in good condition," Anvil reported, "but some special ammunition is needed. Can we get it on the black market in Berlin?"
"Yes," Ying said, "but I suggest using it with caution. Mr. Zhou instructed us to try to avoid attracting the attention of the police."
"clear."
Hawkeye—the thin white man—had already assembled most of the sniper rifle. It was a precision-engineered AXMC sniper rifle, chambered in .338 Lapua Magnum, with an effective range exceeding 1500 meters. He was using specialized tools to adjust the scope, his movements as precise as a watchmaker's.
"Berlin's urban terrain is ideal for sniping," Hawkeye said in a low voice. "There are many tall buildings, providing excellent visibility. But the wind is unpredictable, so you'll need to get used to it."
"I'll give you two days to adjust," Ying said. "Within three days, I need to see a complete sniper position analysis report."
"clear."
The car drove into the Mitte district and stopped on a quiet street. 14 Auguststrasse is an old-fashioned Berlin apartment building with a typical Berlin yellow exterior, intricately carved window frames, and wrought iron balconies.
The four got out of the car but didn't immediately enter the building. Shadow and Anvil walked around the building first, checking all entrances and possible surveillance points. Spider stayed in the car, continuing to operate the tablet, scanning for surrounding wireless signals. Hawkeye, carrying a case, stood guard from a position overlooking the entire street.
Five minutes later, Ying made a gesture – safe.
The four entered the building and, instead of taking the elevator, climbed the stairs to the fourth floor. The door to the top-floor duplex was a heavy solid wood door, equipped with both electronic and physical locks for double security.
Spider stepped forward, took a small device from her bag, and connected it to the electronic lock. Thirty seconds later, the lock opened. She then used a special tool to open the physical lock.
The house was clean and fully furnished, but there were no signs of anyone living there. The curtains were drawn, and the light was dim.
"Inspect the rooms," Shadow commanded.
Anvil and Eagle Eye immediately split up, checking every room, closet, and even the vents. Ten minutes later, they returned to report: "Safe. No listening devices, no hidden cameras."
"Okay." Shadow closed the door. "Let's get to work. Spider, establish the communication and surveillance network. Anvil, take inventory of the equipment and make a supply list. Hawkeye, go to the rooftop and set up an observation post."
The three went their separate ways. Ying walked to the living room window, opened it a crack, and observed the street below.
Berlin… He had been to this city many times, but each time for a different mission. This mission was special—not only did he have to retrieve the lost cargo, but he also had to find a group of outlaws being hunted by the Iron Hand Gang.
What's even more unusual is that, according to the information provided by Mr. Zhou, there may be a third-party force involved.
A force capable of wiping out Zhang Yiqiang's entire team in a short time and moving away several tons of weapons.
A flicker of interest flashed in Ying's eyes. In Rotterdam, Mr. Zhou's influence was practically absolute; few dared to touch his possessions. This new force in Berlin was either a madman or... truly powerful.
He hoped it was the latter. It had been too long since he had encountered a worthy opponent.
"Shadow," Spider's voice came from the inner room, "I intercepted some internal communications from the Iron Hand. They're mobilizing manpower; it seems they're looking for someone."
Send me the content.
Soon, Ying's encrypted phone received a message. He quickly glanced at it, his brow furrowing slightly.
The Iron Hand is looking for two people—a man and a girl. The man's features are not obvious, but the girl is described as "blonde, Slavic appearance, 17-19 years old".
Andrei's daughter.
Furthermore, the Iron Hand gang discovered six bodies near the hydrological observation station, all fatally wounded by bullets to the head or heart. There were no shell casings or obvious signs of a struggle at the scene; it was as if… as if those people were just standing there and then suddenly died.
Shadow's intuition told him that this method was not simple. It wasn't the style of Andrei's team—those people preferred explosions and assaults. This was more like... the style of a professional assassin.
But it's more professional and cleaner.
"Interesting," Shadow murmured to himself.
He put away his phone and went to the room where Spider worked. Spider was sitting in front of three laptops, his fingers flying across the keyboard.
"Check the surveillance footage near the hydrological observation station," Ying said. "The time frame is from 8:00 AM to 11:00 AM this morning."
"We're already investigating," Spider said, "but there's very little surveillance in that area, and most of it has been compromised. It might take me some time..."
"As soon as possible," Ying said. "Also, check if the surveillance footage from last night near Zhang Yiqiang's warehouse has been recovered."
"clear."
Ying returned to the living room, stood by the window, and looked at the gloomy sky over Berlin.
The rain started to fall, a light drizzle.
A storm is brewing.
They are just one force in this storm.
There's also the Iron Fist, that mysterious third party, and Andrei's team...
On the chessboard in Berlin, the pieces are already in place.
Now, it's time to take the first step.
Repair shop garage.
Wang Zhengyang stood by the window, watching the rain outside. The rain wasn't heavy, but it was dense, enveloping the whole world in a hazy, misty fog.
His phone vibrated. It was a message from Li Ming: "The Iron Hand Gang is making unusual movements and is gathering in the Kreuzberg district. Mr. Zhou's men should have arrived as well, but their exact location is unknown."
Wang Zhengyang replied: "Continue monitoring. Proceed as planned tonight."
He put away his phone and looked towards the corner of the garage. Natasha was already asleep, curled up on the cot, breathing evenly. Lin Luo'er sat not far away, holding a book, but her eyes kept drifting towards Natasha, her expression complex.
On the roof of the vehicle, Chen Yishang was still installing mortars. The fourth mortar was already in place, and he was adjusting the elevation mechanism.
Everything is proceeding according to plan.
But Wang Zhengyang knew that plans could never keep up with changes.
Tonight, he will venture deep into the Kreuzberg district to search for Andrei's team.
And there, the Iron Hand gang was waiting for him.
Mr. Zhou's men may be observing from the shadows.
And then there's that unknown "cleaning team"—professional, dangerous, and with unclear motives.
Wang Zhengyang checked the equipment: three pistols, six magazines, night vision goggles, a bulletproof vest, an MP5 submachine gun, and several flashbangs and smoke grenades.
It is sufficient to handle most situations.
But not enough.
He needs more information, more preparation, more... a sense of control.
He closed his eyes and concentrated.
The superpower extended outwards like invisible tentacles, sensing everything around it. Every corner of the garage, every inch of metal on the train, even the rhythm of raindrops falling outside the window…
Everything was clearly visible.
This is his advantage. This is his capital to survive in this collapsing world.
But not enough.
Far from enough.
He opened his eyes, his gaze resolute.
Tonight, he will go to acquire more capital.
Whether they are allies or enemies.
He will face it all.
Because in this world, retreat only leads to death.
Only by moving forward can we find hope.
It's still raining.
Night gradually fell.
A storm is coming.