The Hong elder pulled out a pistol from his waist and pressed the barrel directly against Lei's head, shouting angrily, "You've grown a pair of stiff wings, haven't you? Daring to challenge me? Do you think I'll shoot you dead with one blast?" For years, the Shengmen division has been under Lei's management, and his achievements have been well-documented. Even with minor lapses, he has consistently demonstrated significant dedication and effort. Firing on one's own people—this is the cardinal sin of our family. As the head of the household, are you really going to set an example by doing just that? "Hahahaha!" Old Hong laughed heartily. "I'm going to kill you—what can you do?" "Then I'll kill you first!" Old Lei suddenly reached out and snatched the gun from Hong's hands, now pointing it directly at him. Old Hong immediately looked deflated. "Don't be joking, Lei. If you dare fire on me, you'll be dishonoring our traditions!" "Who will ever know?" Old Lei smiled with a more sinister air, adding, "I don't like you calling me 'Little Lei.' I'd much prefer you call me 'The God of Death.'" Old Hong was stunned—Lei had not only changed his tone, but his expression and demeanor had completely transformed into something entirely unfamiliar. Crack! A sharp gunshot rang out, followed immediately by Lei's booming, laughter. ... Shu Ya Jing held a Glock 18 pistol, wearing a ballistic vest emblazoned with "Special Police," her face protected by the latest model of goggles, her eyes fixed Behind her, dozens of armed special police officers in identical uniforms filed out, advancing toward the target. Even more officers had already surrounded the area, scattered throughout, ready to engage when the battle began; snipers were positioned at several elevated points, fully controlling the region. Once the officers had moved into position, she activated her earpiece: "Reporting to leadership, the operation has commenced." The earpiece immediately responded with He Muqing's voice: "Excellent. Keep me updated at all times. Xiao Jing—do you want to rush in? I can be very clear: no! Stay right where you are at the command post. Don't keep wanting to charge in—aren't you a woman? We don't have to be perfectly ladylike, but at least don't let your name suffer. Isn't that right?" Shu, the officer, immediately looked disappointed, thinking how unfair He Muqing was—why bring up her name like that? Didn't she have the right to decide how she wanted to be perceived? Thud… thud… tap… tap… The battle had begun, and from the gunfire, it was clear that the special police forces were gaining the upper hand. The somewhat chaotic and fragmented counterattacks indicated one thing: the rioters had launched their resistance without any prior preparation. This resistance, however, lacked strength in terms of intensity. Tap… tap… The main assault force was divided into four groups, either moving independently or supporting each other, maintaining a steady and well-coordinated pace. This was the stronghold of the survivors—the very heart of the operation—where Officer Shu had been monitoring for a long time. As she issued the order to encircle the area, a special police unit that had already reached the vantage point reported that an elderly man in his sixties had entered and requested a temporary pause in operations. Pause? Not even a matter of a few minutes—let alone a senior official like the mayor—would the operations be halted. Messages came in from each of the four groups, all reporting smooth progress and notable successes. Officer Shu lowered her rifle, her joy at the successful outcome clearly visible. All that remained was to capture the principal suspect, Mr. Lei, and the mission would be complete. Suddenly, a panicked voice came through the headset: "Second squad reports encountering fierce robbers. Three of our team members have been hit—two have died. The assailant is a man whose eyes glow green... *Pop!*... Ah!" Immediately thereafter, the first squad came under attack: "Five members of the squad—four have been killed..." "Third squad also under attack, two members wounded. The attackers are the chief robber, Mr. Lei." What had once been an advantage now seemed to crumble in an instant. Upon receiving the reports, Shu Yajing was stunned—how could this be? According to records, Mr. Lei was merely a skilled strategist; when had he become so physically formidable? Moreover, his eyes glowing green—was he wearing night vision gear? Unlikely, since it was daytime, and such advanced technology would not be necessary. "Back-up team, move forward," she ordered without hesitation, and a group of fifteen reserve personnel surged forward. The situation did not improve at all with the deployment of the reserve team—on the contrary, it worsened. As soon as they moved in, they were subjected to relentless attacks, their cries for help and pleas for rescue rising continuously in Shuya Jing's headphones. There were skilled fighters inside the main entrance! She couldn't stand by and watch one after another of her special police officers fall. Reaching for her pistol, she turned to the few behind her and said, "Come with me." These were the last reserve team members—by nature, they would only step into combat when absolutely necessary. Taking turns to provide cover, they were about to advance when a sniper on a high ground suddenly reported, "Someone is fleeing rapidly to the southeast—appears to be the leader, Mr. Lei. Requesting instructions." "Fire! Eliminate him!" Shuya Jing said without hesitation. "Understood!" The sniper fired, but missed. Repeated shots followed, all of which were dodged by the fleeing figure. Another sniper took over, firing a series of five or six rounds—still, none of them struck the target. Finally, watching Captain Lei escape the scope's field of view. Shu, the police officer, punched the wall hard. Rescue personnel quickly entered and soon compiled the casualty report: sixteen special police officers were killed, and twenty-one were injured, seventeen of whom were severely wounded. This was an extremely devastating figure—among the severely wounded, at least one-third would not make it to the hospital. The enemy killed totaled thirteen, plus Captain Lei, who managed to escape. Four of the lightly injured special police officers were wounded during the fight against these thirteen. When their enemies became Captain Lei, no one could stand against him—anyone who faced him either died or was seriously injured. Shu, deeply affected, reported the situation to the leadership. He Muqing was equally astonished—how could an attack on such a modest, temporary base have resulted in such heavy casualties? Had I known the outcome would turn out this way, I should have had Qin Feng and his assistants appear—He Muqing was deeply regretful about it.