Operation Red Book

After daybreak, the plan went on as usual without a moment's rest.

Victor dispatched the police and army overnight, divided them into different groups, and surrounded the entire Chinese wharf.

It was noon and the sky was covered with haze.

A chilly wind blew by, and Ivy inevitably sneezed twice.

Both she and Alexander's injuries had not healed yet, so they just quickly took the potion stored by Belle, rested for a long time, and then came out to continue their mission.

Hilda helped Ivy walk to Bell's medical carriage, and when she came back, she handed a clean towel to Alexander, who was sweating.

Victor stared straight ahead with his hands behind his back.

He frowned, and the coldness in his eyes was as uneasy and dead as the Chinese wharf in front of him.

The air was cracked like dry land, thin and icy.

Everyone was holding their breath, not daring to relax a single nerve.

Suddenly, the air moved, and the small water droplets floating in the air suddenly solidified, bent, and tore...

A handful of golden sand flowed out from the torn gap, and within 3 seconds it suddenly turned into the figure of a young boy.

"We're back!"

Thomas raised his hands and shouted excitedly.

"Keep your voice down!"

Jacob followed closely behind and walked quickly out of the distorted time and space.

"how's it going?"

Victor still had his hands behind his back and nodded slightly to the two figures running towards him.

"The streets are full of fishy monsters, they are armed with harpoons and sticks, there are a lot of them."

Jacob reported the situation inside slowly and leisurely.

"The heavily guarded area is Shisanfang, located in the center of the Chinese market. The smell is the heaviest and the noise is the loudest there."

"No other residents were spotted. Based on the intelligence we gathered, I suspect the residents were locked in their houses."

"but……"

Jacob paused, a hint of hesitation between his brows.

"We barely heard any noise from them, and Thomas saw no movement when he snuck in."

"And there are so many people in that big building..."

Thomas continued, rolling his eyes from side to side as if trying to remember.

"There were people wearing furry clothes, men, women, crying children, and people lying on the ground motionless..."

"The person sitting in the middle is the quietest, has dark skin, and always crosses his legs..."

"That's Zhao Minghua!"

Mr. Zhu rushed out at this time, his eyes were red and his mind was a little unclear.

"Let me see him, let me talk to him, I don't believe he will betray me..."

"Mr. Zhu, please go back to Miss Ivy."

Victor looked at him straight and gave a cold order.

"Please, let me see him! You can't hurt Zhao Minghua, he won't do such a thing! He won't..."

Victor turned around and sighed heavily.

He tried hard to suppress the wrinkles between his brows, raised his right hand, and gestured forward neatly.

Alexander immediately set off, leading his fully armed troops to quickly climb over the high wall of the Chinese dock.

As luck would have it, Alexander ran into a thief as soon as he turned a corner.

Alexander threw a punch quickly. His strength was extraordinary. If an ordinary person was hit by this punch, he would either be half dead or fall asleep.

But the thief on the opposite side was only knocked flying half a meter away, and his excited spirit did not dissipate at all.

"boom!"

The policeman behind him didn't hesitate and shot the thief directly in the head.

A hole was instantly opened in the thief's head, but this fatal blow did not have any effect on him.

If that's the case, the bullet is not as powerful as the iron fist just now.

"Hahahahaha!"

The thief grinned madly and flew towards Alexander with his tongue half hanging out.

These monsters can’t be defeated or killed.

Alexander's eyes darkened, and he quickly took out an iron rod from his belt. After pressing the button on the handle, he weighed it up and down, and then swung it hard at the flying monster.

"Sizzssssssssssssss..."

After a burst of intense electric sound, the monster twitched a few times in mid-air, then it blew black smoke, rolled its eyes, foamed at the mouth, and fainted on the ground.

Alexander looked at the electric baton in his hand in disbelief, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously twitched to one side.

In the previous operation, he had proposed using burning torches to disperse the thieves, but Ivy rejected it on the spot.

The fact that the thieves were smelting iron tools at night showed that they were not afraid of fire or heat at all. The principle that water conquers fire made Alexander shut up completely.

What on earth is water afraid of? Ivy suggested electricity, and before the battle, she gave each soldier a black electric baton.

At first, Alexander didn't think much of it, but now it seems that Miss Ivy is indeed a character.

He waved the electric baton in his hand backwards, signaling the soldiers behind him to change weapons with him.

Afterwards, those in the alleys, at the gates, on patrol, carrying weapons, walking on the streets, and running over happily when they saw them as if they had seen a plate of exquisite salmon... were all knocked down by Alexander and his men.

They fought all the way and advanced along the way. In less than a few hours, Alexander led the crowd to clear out most of the thieves on the street.

As a result, the patrolling thieves were limited to a circle centered on Shisanfang.

The subsequent plan was carried out smoothly. Alexander led his men to surround Shisanfang, stripped off the thieves' clothes, and put them on while suppressing his nausea.

Therefore, one team ambushed in the bushes with guns and electric batons, and another team disguised themselves as thieves and mixed in with the thieves in front of Shisanfang.

Alexander led another small team and buried cherry-sized mines in several circles along the edge of Shisanfang.

After all the traps were set, Alexander lit the purple flare.

The purple smoke rushed up without any sound, and only stayed for a moment among the gloomy white clouds before dissipating.

Although the purple-red light was only in the air for a moment, it conveyed a lot of information to the Chinese outside the dock.

Victor stared at the smoke dissipating in the sky, then turned his head and glanced quickly at Hilda.

Hilda understood the order and led the remaining police force toward the Chinese wharf.

Their route was roughly the same as that of Alexander's team. They climbed over the eaves, turned around the corners, and dispersed in all directions, corresponding one to one from the outside to the inside.

Of course, there are some differences. Alexander cleared out the stragglers by walking on land, while Hilda needed to reach people's yards at a very fast speed, so she walked on roof tiles.

This little thing couldn't stop the agile Hilda and the well-trained government troops.

Jump down to the yard, break the doors and windows, drop two smoke bombs, and then jump over the fence of another house.

When the smoke cleared, the people inside became unconscious, and two or three more people broke in, carried the people out, and handed them over to medical staff outside the wall.

Such a plan would be safe, quiet, less prone to error and an efficient solution to the problem of relocating residents.

It didn't take long before all the people in the outer circle were successfully rescued from the Chinese dock and neatly placed in the medical carriage outside the wall.

If nothing goes wrong, the transfer will be completed smoothly soon.

But is such a smooth plan a little too smooth?

Hilda felt vaguely uneasy. Her years of experience as an agent told her that the enemy could not be defeated so easily.

Without time to think, Hilda led the team to sneak closer. After the smoke dissipated, Hilda put away her gun, flipped over and slid in through the window.

The smoke had not yet completely dissipated, and the entire room was shrouded in a thin layer of clear mist.

In the mist, Hilda vaguely saw two figures lying on the ground.

She walked quickly, unconsciously reaching for the pistol at her waist.