Chapter 86: The Most Violent Break-In in History, the Dragon King (Second Update, Seeking Recommendation Votes)

Liboi!

This little border town pressed up against Somalia had scarcely a clean soul in it. Its residents were either drug dealers, relatives shielding them, or farmers growing poppies and cannabis.

The town itself was small. The large house beside the main road was the local drug den.

Though it covered more than a thousand square meters and had a walled courtyard outside, its furnishing and decoration were astonishingly crude.

The scale of the place and the shabbiness within did not match in the slightest.

The building had two floors. Every window was blocked off with curtains and boards, so from outside it was impossible to tell what was going on inside.

No sound came from within. Everything was still.

But that stillness was soon shattered.

A convoy of two armored personnel carriers and an off-road vehicle came tearing down the road. The lead APC was moving at over sixty kilometers an hour, making no attempt whatsoever to brake or slow down.

With a tremendous crash—

Rubble and broken stone flew everywhere.

The wall to the left of the gate was smashed flat. The lead APC lost only a little speed before its driver wrenched the wheel and swept toward the far left side of the yard.

The second APC, charging in close behind, rushed to the far right.

The off-road vehicle at the rear did not enter. It stopped in the middle of the road and blocked it off.

Four special police officers jumped out. Two carrying sniper rifles ran left and right respectively, quickly seizing the high ground on both sides.

The other two used the front and rear of the vehicle as cover and locked down the front entrance of the house.

After the two APCs reached their positions on the left and right, they made an astonishing move at the same time.

The two drivers reacted instantly, their handling superb. Almost in the same moment, both vehicles spun around and presented their rear ends to the house wall.

Reverse gear. Pedal to the floor.

Boom! Boom!

The armored vehicles were like maddened wild bulls, smashing effortlessly through the walls behind them. Their rear ends punched into the building, forcing entry in the most savage way imaginable.

In APC One, where Xing Xiaolong was riding, the rear hatch was kicked open the instant the vehicle broke through the wall.

Then—

Five fully armed Kenyan special police officers poured out under Black Fox’s lead. Through the thick dust, they immediately fixed on a man inside the house.

“Special Police! Don’t move!”

“Hands on your head! Get down!”

“Down! Down!”

The Kenyan officers and Black Fox shouted their warnings as they advanced with guns raised, closing in step by step.

The man wore a tank top, jeans, and slippers. He had been sitting on a torn sofa watching television. Before he could even process the fact that a hole had suddenly been blasted through the wall, six black muzzles were already pressed to his forehead.

Every hair on his body seemed to stand on end. Terrified, he dropped with practiced ease, clutching his head and flattening himself on the floor.

He surrenders that smoothly? Clearly this isn’t his first arrest. If Black Fox hadn’t chosen such an outrageous method of entry, there probably would have been a firefight.

Still inside the APC, Xing Xiaolong was deeply shaken by the sheer audacity of the assault. When he looked toward Black Fox, admiration had crept into his eyes despite himself.

This striking foreign woman really was an expert.

He had no choice but to acknowledge it.

One special police officer dropped to one knee and pinned the dealer at the waist while snapping handcuffs onto him, shouting, “Where’s the hostage? Talk! Where have you hidden the hostage?”

The other four did not stop to wait for an answer. They immediately formed a standard CQB formation.

The officer in front held a ballistic shield in his left hand, one and a half meters high and capable of stopping 7.62 rounds head-on. In his right hand, he held a pistol aimed forward.

The second officer brought up a submachine gun and covered the front left. The third covered the front right.

The fourth moved in the most distinctive manner: facing backward and walking in reverse, his left hand gripping the third officer’s shoulder from behind while his right aimed a pistol to the rear.

It was a standard indoor CQB search formation, maximizing their safety.

No matter which direction trouble came from, they would detect it at once.

The special police from APC Two on the left had by now formed the same CQB search formation.

One man stayed behind to guard the subdued dealer and assist the driver in securing the vehicle and handling the aftermath. The other four advanced under shield cover to begin the search-and-rescue operation.

They were not clearing the first floor. Instead, they headed straight up the stairs to the second.

Though this was Black Fox’s first time here, she had her own intelligence channels and had already obtained a detailed structural layout of the building.

She knew the staircase to the second floor was on the left, which was why she had brought two APCs.

One team was responsible for clearing the first floor, another for clearing the second, while the special police in the off-road vehicle formed the third team, tasked with securing the commanding heights around the house and bringing everything within several hundred meters under their guns.

That eliminated any chance of dealers fleeing once they came out of the building.

Leaving aside the fact that the Kenyan special police were far from ordinary—having received professional training from the World Police Academy in Canada and the Dallas Police Department, and with the special police unit itself having brought in large numbers of former private military contractors for advanced tactical instruction—the mission plan alone, with every link locking into the next, and the uniquely brutal style of forced entry, displayed Black Fox’s exceptional ability.

Compared to her, the greenhorn Xing Xiaolong was streets behind.

For him, being able to make a living behind an expert like this was undeniably a good thing.

Of course, it also carried enormous danger.

Danger that had nearly proved fatal.

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As the officers shouted warnings and pressed deeper into the house step by step, the gunfire gradually intensified, accompanied by the heart-rending screams of dealers struck by bullets.

At this rate, the big house would be cleared within five minutes.

“Magician, come with me. We’re checking the back courtyard.”

Black Fox had noticed there was also a row of single-story rooms in the rear yard. The main building no longer needed her help, so she called Xing Xiaolong to go search the back with her.

The low row building had a simple layout, only one window and one door, with few places where anyone could hide.

The danger was not high.

Judging by Black Fox’s experience, two people were more than enough to handle it.

“From now on, just call me by my name.”

There was no proper English equivalent for his previous codename, and Black Fox had been forced to sound it out awkwardly. The result was neither foreign nor native and gave Xing Xiaolong an inexplicable headache every time he heard it.

“Okay. Xing? Or Xiaolong?” Black Fox had already found it awkward herself, so she was glad to switch.

Hearing his name filtered from Chinese into English still felt strange to Xing Xiaolong, so he simply said, “Long. Dragon. Use that.”

“Dragon?”

Black Fox did not particularly like it. She felt it ought to carry a little more grandeur. With a teasing smile, she said, “Your country reveres dragons and calls itself their heir. You should have more confidence, more masculine force. I think Dragon King suits you better.”

“Dragon King?”

Xing Xiaolong thought it over.

Eh.

He had to admit, it was a very good name. As a codename, it instantly sounded far more impressive, and it was easier to say and easier to remember.

Much better than his old one.

“Dragon King. Yes, that’s excellent. From now on, that’s my codename. Thanks.”

Thanks to Black Fox’s spur-of-the-moment inspiration, he had finally landed a codename he truly liked. Delighted, Xing Xiaolong cupped his fists toward her in thanks.

By the time they finished this brief exchange, they had already reached the far left side of the row of low rooms.

Black Fox tilted her sniper rifle slightly forward, shifting into CQB posture, and asked, “You cover the rear for me. I’ll handle the search in front, okay?”

“Okay.”

Xing Xiaolong nodded to show he understood.

To ensure the search remained safe, even with a master like Black Fox taking point, he still cautiously activated his combat support interface.