Chapter 889 - 399: Mossad (2)

Chapter 889: Chapter 399: Mossad (2)

"Alright."

Zhuang Feng nodded, even the Foreign Affairs Office personnel joined the communication team.

While listening, Hasha surveyed these Special Police from Xia Kingdom, particularly focusing on Gu Ji for the longest time.

Perhaps due to pressure, or maybe because this crucial intelligence was provided by Gu Ji, representing Xia.

Eventually, he nodded, "We agree to the cooperative operation, but everything must be led by us, and throughout the process, you mustn’t wear equipment with obvious standard features!"

"Agreed!"

Not wearing standard equipment means they couldn’t wear helmets, only soft bulletproof vests, greatly reducing protection.

But Gong Qingyong readily agreed.

These secret police aren’t afraid, what should their team of professional assault Special Police fear?

Hence, Hasha immediately commenced the combat discussions.

First, he had long instructed the Tehran Police Headquarters to spread the news of capturing armed thugs in the suburbs of the city, to deceive Mossad into thinking the morning attack came from unofficial forces, temporarily stabilizing the target.

Next was assigning specific tasks: the capture team, the blockade team, and support troops in case both sides break into large-scale conflict.

Gu Ji looked at the TV hanging on the wall, showing a map from Mossad’s intelligence system tracking the target.

Unable to resist, he quietly whispered to Gao Bo and the others, "Although the target hasn’t escaped yet, capturing three of their subordinates at once will surely alert Mossad; and regardless of whether it’s the hotel where the target is currently or the suburban market, both places have dense crowds, not suitable for bullet-heavy shootouts, as this could cause large-scale collateral damage..."

The Iranian translator overheard their exchange and instinctively relayed it to Hasha.

He immediately interrupted the discussion, looking directly at Gu Ji.

"Then what do you Xia folk think should be done?"

"Best to take action on the main road outside the hotel!"

Without waiting for Gu Ji to speak, Zhuang Feng spoke first.

The two exchanged glances, seemingly understanding each other’s thoughts.

"Right, the target will definitely report this to their superiors. With Mossad’s intelligence capability, it won’t take long for them to discover the flaw and prepare to retreat. We can then block the route during the target’s retreat, drive away pedestrians, and create a safe combat zone!"

After listening to Gu Ji’s explanation, Gong Qingyong couldn’t help but pat Liu Weijun, praising softly, "Well done, Monk, this kid Gu Ji has some practical combat experience!"

"He’s our Team Three’s gold medal tactical commander!"

Liu Weijun proudly puffed out his chest.

Hasha listened to the translation, pondering for a moment.

Savama is certainly formidable in intelligence operations, but in terms of capture and assault, they may not necessarily match the Special Police.

Just like the national security police in the domestic domain, every capture operation always seeks cooperation with the Special Police or armed police.

"Miliburn, go get a few engineering vehicles here!"

"Yes!"

Though Hasha didn’t directly reply, from the orders issued, it’s clear he’s preparing to adopt Gu Ji’s capture plan.

Afterward, they all changed into civilian clothes, donned face masks, held various weapons, and boarded a box truck heading toward the hotel where the target was located.

As for the rotund Julius, he remained under Savama’s surveillance.

Shortly after everyone reached the hotel.

Hasha received word from his subordinates that Julius indeed left the hotel, entered a suspicious vehicle with other people faintly visible inside, and it was moving towards the city train station.

"Notify Team B, prepare to intercept!"

With a command, the action officially began.

As the target vehicle entered the main road, two large engineering vehicles that had been prepared in advance suddenly appeared in the middle of the road, using construction as an excuse to start driving private cars off the street.

Mossad isn’t foolish.

Seeing the issue, they immediately turned around, heading towards the gap left by the rear engineering vehicle.

This was precisely the flaw Gu Ji and his team intentionally left.

"Get ready for combat, three, two, one!"

Along with Hasha’s loud countdown, the truck also floored the gas pedal, accelerating towards the gap blocked by the engineering vehicles.

The next moment.

With a thunderous clash, the fronts of the two vehicles collided abruptly, but how could an ordinary SUV compare with a heavy box truck?

The opponent’s vehicle was instantly hit, with airbags bursting open.

"Crash!"

In an instant, the truck’s front and compartment opened simultaneously, and a heap of weapon-wielding "gang members" poured out, precisely Gu Ji’s team and Savama’s disguises.

"Open fire!!"

Seeing all the SUV doors open, a shadow wielding an MP5 submachine gun emerged, prompting Hasha’s immediate order.

Bullets instantly screamed in from all directions, and within a blink of an eye, the shadow’s chest was riddled with bloody holes, plenty of blood splattering on the engineering vehicle.

Facing such overwhelming firepower, the enemy had no ability to fight back.

If not for the concern of hitting the target fatally, focusing fire on the SUV would ensure the whole car and its occupants would be turned into a sieve!

"One down!"

"I got one too!"

"Advance! Move!"

The gunfire rang out no more than a dozen seconds, the firefight concluded quickly, with Savama Secret Police surrounding the SUV, beginning to approach for inspection.

But when Miliburn’s team pulled open the car doors, all they found were three corpses, with no sign of the rotund Julius!

"Captain, the target isn’t found!"

"What!?"

Hasha’s expression changed.

He was so well-prepared; if this operation failed, he’d be a laughing stock in the intelligence community.

"He’s running east, behind the engineering vehicle!!"

At that moment, Gu Ji suddenly shouted, "Gao Bo, after me!"

No sooner said than done.

He sprinted forward, holding an AK47, firing at the shadow darting into the greenery, scaring the target enough to dive for cover.

Gao Bo heard the command and unfalteringly followed, flanking Gu Ji from the left as they closed in on the street’s eastern side.

Others, now reacting, also began shooting.

Despite Julius’s hefty body, his agility was extraordinary, rolling and scrambling straight into the shop beside the street.

Bullets swept over, instantly shattering the glass door.

"Ah! Don’t kill me!"

"Run!"

As Gu Ji and Gao Bo approached the shop, screams sounded from inside, followed by a frantic escape of staff and customers.

"Disperse! Get down!"

Gu Ji shouted twice in English, indifferent whether they understood, while he and Gao Bo pressed against the walls on either side of the door.

Using his peripheral vision, he discreetly observed the situation inside.

The shop area wasn’t large, easily seen from end to end.

Julius, wearing a baseball jacket, stood behind the cashier counter holding a gun, restraining an Iranian woman, continuously yelling for the hostage to shut up.

"Gu Ji, what’s happening!"

At this moment, Liu Weijun and others caught up, hiding behind Gu Ji.

"The target has taken a hostage, armed, search for the shop employees, ask if there’s a back door or window, if there is, block it at once!"

"Let me do it!"

Zhuang Feng knew Liu Weijun and the others didn’t speak Persian, thus personally approached, grabbing the employee frightened to the ground.

But before questioning anything.

Hasha’s team arrived, weapons drawn, sealing the shop completely, issuing a cold warning: "Put down your weapon, this is your only way out!"

"Don’t come any closer! Or I’ll shoot immediately! Who exactly are you?"

Inside, Julius shouted, agitated.

"What do you think?"

"You’re, you’re..."

"No matter who we are, you’re not leaving this room today. Surrender obediently now, and we might offer you an irresistible condition. But if you choose continued resistance, the outcome is only death, and your family won’t survive either!"

Before Julius could utter the name, Hasha interrupted him, "Are you choosing a win-win or a trip to hell?"

Amid Hasha’s resounding threat, Gu Ji and the others were momentarily stunned.

Perhaps this illustrates the difference between intelligence agencies and the Special Police.

The instant Gu Ji witnessed Julius taking the hostage, his instinct was to consider how to capture the target without harming the hostage, but Hasha’s current demeanor entirely disregarded the hostage, focusing directly on the target.

In their eyes, intelligence is always the utmost priority!