Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 437 - 277: Retreat... Did They Fall Back? (Double-Length)_2

Normally, the time and place for the transaction are arranged by the middleman, because the buyer and seller don’t know each other and there’s no trust involved, so they both worry about the other playing tricks. Consequently, it’s logical for the commission-taking middleman to arrange it, which is acceptable to both sides.

But not everyone can be a middleman; they have to have a reputation on the black market and credibility is also crucial, otherwise, who would trust you?

After finishing the call, Nima sits cross-legged on the bed, takes out a pack of Baisha cigarettes from his pocket, and lights one up.

After taking a few drags, he seems to have made a decision, picks up his phone, and starts searching for the nearest mines.

...

At Nanshan Ranch, the summer grassland is lush and green, with the emerald river valleys and towering spruces on the slopes joining to form a stunningly beautiful picture.

In a small village at the foot of the snowy mountains, An Zai and Da Pao, disguised as herdsmen riding a 125cc motorcycle, park the bike under an old elm tree, pretending to check the bike chain while surreptitiously glancing toward the small courtyard across the road.

"The address given by Brother Niu is here," An Zai murmurs, his voice barely audible over the thumping motorcycle engine, "The chimney’s still smoking, people should be inside."

Conditions in the mountains are not like the outside world; there is no natural gas. Herdsmen mostly use stoves for cooking and boiling water, and even in summer, the temperature at night in the mountains remains low, requiring the stove for warmth.

Da Pao nods, wiping his hands with his sleeve: "Go up front and keep watch to avoid suspicion. We’ll move in once it’s dark!"

With that, the two pretend to push the motorcycle toward a farmhouse hotel nearby.

At ten o’clock at night, it starts to drizzle in the mountains. Even though the sun is still hanging in the sky, the surroundings become shrouded in mist.

An Zai and Da Pao walk out from a yurt and head toward the courtyard two hundred meters away. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Earlier, they learned from the hotel owner that the opposing courtyard was also a farmhouse hotel before being sold to someone else. It’s usually empty, but recently the lights have been noticed on at night, suggesting people are living there.

The two stroll leisurely to the entrance of the courtyard and glance inside through the gate’s crack.

The courtyard is square, with rooms on the north, east, and west sides, and a sheep pen in the corner. At the moment, there’s a faint light coming from the room on the north side.

Da Pao points to the nearby red-brick courtyard wall, which is about three meters high, but it seems insubstantial to them.

An Zai nods, indicating he understands.

The two look around to confirm no one is in sight. Da Pao bends his knee, extends a leg, and An Zai steps onto it, using the leverage to easily leap onto the wall like a nimble panther.

Squatting atop the wall and surveying the area, he promptly reaches down, and Da Pao grabs his hand, effortlessly climbing up to join him.

The sound of the drizzle perfectly muffles the faint noises they make. The two leap down inside the courtyard, silently making their way to the north-side room.

The window glass is filthy, making it impossible to see inside, but faint sounds of bottles clinking can be vaguely heard, mixed with strange noises.

It seems like someone is watching a live stream...

An Zai, who is seasoned in such matters, hears someone say, "Thanks to Tianzong for gifting me a Porsche, thanks geigei, mua!"

An Zai shows a knowing smile, takes out two folding knives from his pocket, then points at the wooden door.

Da Pao nods, moves to the door, takes a deep breath, and fiercely kicks at the door lock.

"Bang!"

The wooden door is kicked loose from its lock and slams into the wall with a deafening crash.

The sound inside abruptly stops, and the two burly men sitting on the earthen bed under the dim yellow chandelier suddenly turn around.

One buzz-cut guy freezes with a bottle in mid-air, while the tall, slender one has just formed a heart with his hands toward the phone screen, his "mua" unfinished as his face goes white.

However, they react quickly. Seeing the door suddenly kicked open, the buzz-cut guy, without a word, flings the bottle toward the intruders; it shatters against the wall, sending shards flying.

Meanwhile, the tall slender man grabs the nearby 92-style pistol, turns, and aims toward the doorway, preparing to fire.

But just as his finger is about to pull the trigger, An Zai, with agility like a leopard, has already rolled into the room, releasing the folding knife from his hand like an arrow!

The tall man’s pupils contract, barely glimpsing what hurtles toward him, when suddenly he feels a sharp pain in his left wrist. The first knife pins accurately to his gun hand, and the pistol "clank" drops to the floor.

"Ah!" the tall man cries in pain.

The buzz-cut guy opposite prepares to grab a gun too, but An Zai doesn’t give him a chance. With a quick wrist movement, the second knife flies out, embedding unerringly in the buzz-cut guy’s right arm!

The buzz-cut guy groans, his right arm instantly weakened, his hand helplessly dropping the gun handle, with blood streaming down from the knife, staining his sleeve red.

Besides being skilled at explosives, An Zai’s other remarkable talent is his masterful knife-throwing. Back in the army, his skills were praised and left a lasting impression on a certain commander.

The two killers are truly worthy of being desperados; despite the pain, they still refuse to give up resistance. The tall man bends down, attempting to retrieve the gun from the floor, while the buzz-cut guy does the same, sliding his knee as he reaches out with his other hand to grab the gun.