CHAPTER 163: CHAPTER 152: BLACK MARKET ACQUAINTANCE, LIME TREASURE (3K)

In order to save time for the evening operation, Meng Chuan directly stored the armor box in Xu Qingfeng’s dormitory, taking it when departing.

"...I told you not to open it?"

"Curious, weren’t you?"

It was rare for Xu Qingfeng to call Meng Chuan brother, just wanting to try on Meng Chuan’s armor.

"I need it tonight, all the parameters are adjusted."

"Alright, you know, I’ve had a mech dream since I was young."

Xu Qingfeng sighed regretfully.

At half past seven in the evening, Meng Chuan finished practicing the stake for the last time, carrying the box as he left United University.

"So late, where is he going with a box?"

Seeing Meng Chuan in a hurry, Meng Jiaolong asked curiously.

Usually, Meng Chuan left before six in the afternoon; today, he practiced boxing until half past seven.

She thought Meng Chuan wouldn’t leave tonight and would squeeze into Xu Qingfeng’s dormitory.

Xu Qingfeng sighed and said:

"I guess he’s going to save the world..."

Meng Jiaolong looked puzzled.

"...Are you serious?"

...

Night.

Bailiu District textile factory, not far from the location of the underground casino where the black market people hide.

Meng Chuan had already put on the armor at the police station, and now, with three police station team members, got out of the car, standing alongside, gazing at the lights in the distance.

At the same time, several police cars with sirens off were behind them.

A moment later, twenty low-level martial artist police officers got off the cars, standing on the spot waiting for orders.

The mission was tough; Long Jiu had already conducted a pre-operation briefing before departure.

Everyone must obey the command of Captain Meng Chuan during the task.

Meng Chuan took out his phone, communicating the specific details of the task with the three.

There were some professional things Meng Chuan needed to learn from them.

The reason he became the captain was merely because he was the best fighter.

In the past, those with a grasp of the overall situation were in charge.

But now, due to the prevalence of martial arts, martial artists only believe in themselves.

Thus, trying to persuade this group of martial artists by words alone is futile, only relying on skills...

In short, in the era of martial arts, having the strongest fists is the hard truth!

While looking at the information just sent by Long Jiu, Meng Chuan said:

"Our mission this time is at the underground casino; the specific targets are these three people."

He enlarged the photos of the three black market merchants and showed them to the three, his hand suddenly shook when flipping to the last one.

"What’s wrong, Captain?"

Sniper Old Wu asked curiously.

"Nothing"

Meng Chuan was puzzled inside.

"...Isn’t this the guy who sold me the Esoteric Oil, the boss of the Spirit Oil Shop on Foreigner Street?"

He suddenly recalled what his sparring coach Li Weigang said the first time he went to Gangzi Club for a session.

"This guy’s a black market merchant..."

Coming back to senses, Meng Chuan continued:

"Tonight, these three are hiding in the underground casino, trading Spirit Life items with Demon Path martial artists from the Demon Summoning Hall.

Our mission obstacles, besides a triple-enhanced from Demon Summoning Hall, and several one or twice-enhanced ones, also include keeping an eye on the casino guards.

These people are desperados; capture if possible, leave them dead or alive if not, to prevent hindrance to the capture mission.

As for other gamblers in the casino, we are not here to sweep them up, as long as they don’t interfere with the mission, just keep them controlled.

This operation is about completely destroying the Yong’an branch of Demon Summoning Hall.

No matter who it is, dare to obstruct the process, you all understand what I mean."

Meng Chuan raised his head, his eyes as calm as a pool of lake water.

These were what Long Jiu specifically reminded him before the action, that in front of big matters, one must make no distinctions.

But apparently, Long Jiu guessed wrongly; Meng Chuan wouldn’t be plagued with compassion.

"Yes!"

Old Wu, having worked with Meng Chuan before, knew his harshness when dealing with Demon Path people.

Yang Lan and Chen Dalu’s expressions turned serious, feeling the tension.

Reacting, they responded accordingly.

"Rest assured, Captain, we will follow the orders!"

The few checked their equipment, quickly moving towards the direction of the casino.

As they walked, Meng Chuan silently thought:

"Trading Spirit Life items with the Demon Summoning Hall, brother, you’re really playing big this time..."

Recalling how this guy had overcharged him for oil, making quite a profit.

Meng Chuan muttered:

"Falling into my hands, you’re really out of luck..."

...

Bailiu District urban village.

Inside a dilapidated building marked with "Demolish," its basement had a hidden side.

Passing through the bustling casino hall, descending through a hidden door modified from a dog hole.

Three people in black hooded cloaks, concealing their figures, were sitting beside five solid wood boxes, counting the transaction goods.

Among them, one person showed a greedy look, occasionally stroking his small mustache on both cheeks.

This person was Meng Chuan’s old acquaintance, the Spirit Oil Shop boss from Foreigner Street.

"Brothers, we really scored big this time, Demon Summoning Hall is too generous."

"Shh, keep quiet, they are about to arrive."

The mustached man smiled knowingly, continuing to count the quantity of goods.

"Spirit Life incense, Heart Guarding Wood-made handicrafts, Soul Calming Bottle Heart-Stabilizing Pouch...

What do you think Demon Summoning Hall wants so many Spirit Life items for?"

"Who cares what they want them for, as long as we can make money."

One person’s face under the hood showed some hesitation, stammering:

"This seems like a major crime of colluding with the Demon Path..."

"It’s too late, my friend, this is the third transaction and you’re just saying this now.

Don’t worry, this is the last time.

Recently, that kid who kept buying Esoteric Oil from me hasn’t come back, once we finish this deal, we’ll go home, back to the Western Regions."

The man said excitedly:

"Brother, I’ll do as you say!"

He always longed for the endless grassland and the Snow Mountain Pearl waiting for him there.

Before he could catch his breath, the sound of footsteps echoed through the tunnel.

"It should be friends from the Demon Summoning Hall, let’s go greet them."

A moment later.

A burly figure slowly descended, it was one of the small leaders of the Demon Summoning Hall, Xu Li.

On his bare chest, besides the small cauldron-like tattoo, was a deep blue scar, a mark of three evolutions.

"Is everything we ordered all here?"

"Yes, sir, we’ve checked everything, take a look."

"Alright."

The man went straight to the box, squatted down, and extended his arm into the box.

Unseen by the three, a faint spirit-like snake slithered along his wrist into the box.

A moment later, a voice echoed in his mind.

"The quantity is good this time, my true body is satisfied."

The brawny man’s face lit up.

"I’m glad the Thousand-Headed Venerable is pleased!"

"Alright, I need to communicate with the main body, take the remaining four boxes, don’t disturb me unless necessary."

The small snake slithered back into his sleeve, coiling around his heart center, closing its eyes to rest.

The brawny man was indeed a Demon Path Martial Artist of the Demon Summoning Hall, meeting the eager looks of the three.

"Wait a little longer, assist my subordinates in moving these boxes, the money will be wired to the usual account tomorrow morning."

"Understood, sir."

The three were extremely excited, these five boxes of spirit-nourishing items were brought from the Western Regions home.

Round trip, they could earn at least seven to eight million!

Seeing their expressions, the brawny Demon Path man subtly sneered.

"Three times a charm, thinking you’d walk away this time, really thought we’re running a charity..."

Outside the dilapidated building, two casino thugs were lounging on a worn-out couch at the door, drinking and chatting.

"Brother Wang, I have an unsettling feeling?"

He casually said as he rubbed his temples.

"If you have a headache, drink less, we’ll still play a few rounds later."

...

Not far away on the high ground, Old Wu moved his right eye away from the scope.

"Two casino guards at the main door, can’t see clearly around the blind spots."

"Alright, let’s wait for Brother Chen’s update, let the brothers rest for now."

Old Wu followed Meng Chuan’s instructions, letting the policemen behind him rest where they were.

Meng Chuan looked down at the cold armor covering his body, waiting patiently, knowing that calmness is needed for major tasks.

Many officers gazed at the armored figure ahead, feeling much calmer.

With him on the mission, dealing with a thrice-evolved Demon Path Martial Artist should be foolproof.

Soon enough, a dark figure swung down from a tree, landing beside Meng Chuan.

"Captain, everything’s clear.

There are two doors outside the casino, the south main entrance has two guards.

The north side door is more concealed, seemingly unguarded, but someone is watching in the shadows."

Meng Chuan said:

"Split into two groups, don’t miss anyone."

Chen Dale sprinkled off the leaves on him, continuing:

"The first floor inside is the casino hall, quite a few gamblers around.

The second floor has private rooms and casino staff, I knocked around and it should have another floor below, just couldn’t find the hidden door.

Worried about time, I came back out first."

Chen Dale, with his reconnaissance skills, managed to get a good grasp of the situation after scouting the casino.

Meng Chuan nodded:

"If not in the private rooms on the second floor, the people from the Demon Summoning Hall and black market should be on the third floor.

Evidently, they’re conducting trades under the protection of the casino staff."

Old Wu reminded:

"We’ve seen this before, there’s a strong possibility that the casino staff have been corrupted and turned into Demon Path followers."

Meng Chuan nodded again, about to make the final arrangements, as Chen Dale handed over a bag of lime powder.

"Captain, this works wonders in close combat, Sister Lan has some too."

Assault officer Yang Lan smiled, also pulling a bag of lime powder out of her pocket for display.

"Alright."

Meng Chuan took it and placed it into the weapon attachment unit on the side of his arm.

After another look at the casino’s interior layout photographed by Chen Dale, he had a clear plan.

"Split the twenty officers into two teams, ten with me entering from the main entrance, you three lead the rest.

Once inside, Sister Lan joins me heading to the second floor, while Old Wu, Old Chen handle all officers, secure the hall, then assist Sister Lan and me."

This plan aimed to capture all enemies at once, leaving none behind.

Such confidence was because Meng Chuan believed fully in his strength, daring to enter alone.

Chen Dale appeared hesitant, seen by Old Wu.

"Old Chen, no worries, trust the captain."

"Captain, remember to draw your gun when necessary, for ordinary people, guns sometimes have a stronger deterrent effect."

"Alright."

Meng Chuan checked his magazine for the last time, looking at the steel frame watch on his wrist.

"Move out to the points, get ready, attack on the hour!"

"Yes!"