The next day, as evening approached, Tian Yang Sheng, carrying a satellite phone, arrived at the rendezvous point with his brothers.
The group stepped into the dense forest near Wan Mei Gao, and immediately sensed something amiss.
Thump, thump!
As they grew wary, footsteps echoed, and following the sound, they saw a towering figure.
"Tian Yang Sheng?"
A terrifying aura emanated from Abbott, his eyes calmly observing the group.
Tian Yang Sheng and his brothers felt an overwhelming pressure. This man was dangerous, very dangerous.
"Big Brother..."
Tian Yang Zhi's expression suddenly froze, then he tugged at Tian Yang Sheng's sleeve.
Following Tian Yang Zhi's gaze, Tian Yang Sheng saw a Black man on a tree branch, aiming a pistol at them.
Soon, they realized they were surrounded.
Figures emerged from every direction, like ghosts.
"Hmm, so you're the ones sent by the boss."
Tian Yang Sheng took a deep breath and looked at Abbott.
These people were definitely mercenaries, and not just any mercenaries.
He estimated there were about forty to fifty of them.
"Hmm, what about the equipment?"
Abbott grinned, revealing a set of pearly white teeth, then patted Tian Yang Sheng's shoulder.
Tian Yang Sheng's mouth twitched. "Big Brother, could you please be a little gentler?"
Standing in front of this man, he felt like a child.
After all, Abbott stood well over six feet tall, and was incredibly muscular.
He looked like a tank, and Tian Yang Sheng had no doubt he could smash his head with a single punch.
Tian Yang Zhi opened the back of the jeep, and a full load of weapons came into view.
The members of Extreme Light all smiled at the sight of a car full of firearms.
Tian Yang Sheng and his brothers watched as the mercenaries quickly adjusted their weapons.
They even saw a man with glasses disassembling hand grenades.
And someone else was putting together explosives. Everything they did was incredibly proficient.
"Average, but sufficient."
Abbott carried a Gatling gun, with ammo strapped to his body, appearing ferocious.
These firearms were merely average in his eyes, but they were more than enough to take down a group of warlords.
The others nodded, and quickly chose their weapons.
"How far away is the warlord's camp?"
Abbott surveyed the group, then turned to Tian Yang Sheng.
"Not close, it's about fifty kilometers."
Tian Yang Sheng recovered, then took out a map and unfolded it.
Everyone quickly gathered around, listening to Tian Yang Sheng describe the intelligence he'd gathered on Zaka.
He had over two thousand men, with standard equipment, mostly AKs.
These warlords and drug dealers in the Golden Triangle, they all preferred AKs.
After all, AKs were cheap, durable, and powerful.
Twenty minutes later, Abbott looked at the group, making sure everything was in order. He then spoke in a deep voice, "Let's go."
......
An hour later, hundreds of meters from Zaka's camp, on a vantage point, a sniper from Extreme Light set up his gun.
Through the scope, he could clearly see everything in the distant camp.
The rest of Extreme Light split into several teams and cautiously moved towards the camp.
Tian Yang Sheng and his brothers also took up weapons and followed Abbott.
Seeing the nearby watchtower, Abbott gestured to a short man beside him.
Under the watchful eyes of Tian Yang Sheng and his brothers, the man nodded and stealthily moved towards the bottom of the watchtower.
Crack, crack!
The soldier on the watchtower hadn't even reacted when his mouth was covered.
A moment later, blood sprayed from his throat as he was slit from ear to ear.
Immediately, two other members of Extreme Light opened fire.
The suppressed M16 had a very high rate of fire and was exceptionally quiet.
Two soldiers, who were chatting nearby, had their foreheads pierced by bullets.
Everything was swift and clean. After taking out the watchtower guards, the others pressed forward.
Meanwhile, on the vantage point, the sniper was guiding the team.
Within moments, they had taken out the guards at each location.
A silent slaughter was unfolding.
Tian Yang Sheng and his brothers, following Abbott, witnessed firsthand just how terrifying these people were.
They were so professional, and they hadn't made a single sound.
Soon, the group entered the camp and saw many soldiers going about their business.
Some played cards, others slept.
"Caesar, ... your team will take out the camp's guards."
"Ghost, you take out the machine gun on the other side..."
Abbott surveyed the camp, then gestured with his hand.
Caesar, a tall, white man, held an M16.
He led a group of four directly towards the tents.
Moments later, faint gunshots and the sound of objects being smashed could be heard.
Ten minutes later, Caesar and his team emerged from several tents.
Ghost had already taken out the machine gunner.
"Alright, we can open fire."
"Tank, it's your turn, where's your baby?"
Abbott licked his lips and said with a smile.
With that, he carried his Gatling gun out of the corner, pointed to a man nearby, and then to two tanks parked nearby.
Two old machines, M26 tanks from World War II.
The man nearby also smiled, it was Tank, a master of all things mechanical.
As Abbott finished his words, the members of Extreme Light no longer concealed themselves.
Gunfire erupted in the camp the next moment, sounding like fireworks.
Extreme Light members launched a surprise attack from all sides, the sniper closely watching a wooden hut.
The man named Zaka was likely in there.
After all, the rest of the camp was just tents, only this one was a wooden hut.
He was a sniper, and also an observer. If anything happened, he would report it to the others.
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