Li Gang looked bewilderingly at his dad, starting to question his life. What the hell did this have to do with him? He was just a spectator.
When he heard Li Tie calling their dad ’Old Li,’ he chuckled thinking that his brother was about to get thrashed again, only to find himself getting hit while watching.
With a puzzled face, he asked, "Dad, why did you hit me?"
Li Hongqian blurted out, "It’s more convenient."
Anyway, teaching a son a lesson, it doesn’t really matter which son.
It’s all the same beating.
Li Gang looked at Li Tie, his eyes filled with resentment.
Those around them couldn’t help but chuckle at this sight.
Third Uncle straightened his expression and said, "Alright, stop laughing. Let’s talk about the plan. The prison, under the high walls, is hard to break through, and the big iron gate is also hard to get in directly.
This time we can’t afford to be forceful, brute force would definitely be disadvantageous.
I just saw several surveillance cameras were broken, we should enter from those directions.
So, I’ll arrange it. Old Qin and I will use the Flying Tiger Claw to get up when it gets dark, then take care of the people on the walls and open the gate.
Then you guys come in and deal with the people inside.
Taking advantage of it just getting dark, they’ll also be eating, so their vigilance should be more relaxed.
It’s quite risky to spend the night outside, so tonight, we’ll stay overnight inside the prison!"
Li Tie hurriedly said, "Just the two of you going? Isn’t that a bit insufficient? Should we add a few more people?"
Third Uncle glanced at Li Tie and after thinking a bit said, "No need, it’s harder to see at night, but too many people makes it easy to get spotted."
This, in fact, wasn’t really what Third Uncle wanted to say; he was actually concerned that they couldn’t keep up with the pace which might be helpful but could also drag them down.
After hearing his dad’s persistence, Li Tie didn’t say anything more. Over the past year, Dad had overturned his imagination, he never knew his dad could be this fierce.
Third Uncle remembered Li Yu’s admonition, to eliminate all future troubles thoroughly.
Then he continued, "Dapao, once we get inside, you take five people and guard the main gate to ensure no one escapes. Xiao Tie, you take five and deal with the two at the back gate, then control that position.
The others, once the main gate is opened, proceed with indiscriminate killing."
Then looking back at Old Zhou, Ah Hong and others who were still waiting for orders, he said, "When the time comes, drive the car in, then join Dapao at the main gate. Also, guard the prison walls to prevent prisoners from escaping."
After finishing, he thought for a moment and handed his handgun to Old Zhou. They weren’t originally equipped with guns at the base.
But now, due to special circumstances, since they’ve already come, they couldn’t be just waiting outside the prison; after all, at night, there’s also the danger of zombies.
If they enter the prison together, some prisoners also possess firearms, and without giving them guns, it would be hard to resist.
Might as well just lend them the guns for now.
Old Lü and others also handed over their own handguns to those following Old Qin.
At the base, the standard equipment is usually a submachine gun or automatic rifles, then a couple of handguns each and a military dagger.
Old Zhou and others gratefully took the handguns; this trust moved them.
This was Third Uncle’s test for them, but also giving them a chance to prove themselves.
The opportunity to be tested was thanks to Old Qin, and some previous interactions, otherwise, they wouldn’t temporarily be offered handguns to use.
For Old Zhou and others, the handguns had only one magazine with just 15 bullets.
Having arranged all this, Third Uncle turned to Old Qin and said, "Old Qin, still up for the fight?"
Hearing this, a surge of heat welled up within Old Qin, his face flushing instantly: "Of course! These chumps, just like slaughtering chickens!"
Still the familiar expression.
’Chumps’ was a phrase Old Qin often used to describe the enemy.
A smile appeared on Third Uncle’s lips, pleased.
He recalled the past battles along the border, taking on thousands.
His blood seemed to burn anew.
**Special Forces, who fears a fight!
Lian Po isn’t old yet, his zeal unextinguished!
I said I’d update explosively the day before yesterday, but some issues delayed it. Really sorry, I screwed up.
Later tonight there’s more...