Chapter Fifty-Nine: Stay Calm, You Must Stay Calm!

“We've reached the first target location. Prepare for landing.” The transport helicopter hovered beside a commercial building, aligning with the floor where Qin Feng and Su Yun were to carry out their mission. The armed police unit was already waiting there, a window open and ready to receive Qin Feng and Su Yun.

“Qin Feng, let’s move,” Su Yun called out.

“Yes,” Qin Feng responded.

They both descended swiftly down the rope ladder into the commercial building. Once they were inside, the transport helicopter, now carrying Liang Xiaoyu, Mo Zhuofan, Liu Xiaosheng, and Lin Yun, left the area.

This building was a blind spot in the drug traffickers’ surveillance; several other buildings blocked their line of sight. At a distance of eight hundred to a thousand meters, and without sniper rifles, the traffickers had no means of observing this location. Thus, they had no idea that Qin Feng and Su Yun had arrived.

Upon entering the room, Qin Feng rushed to the opposite window, set up his Type 88 sniper rifle on the sill, attached the suppressor to the barrel, and peered through the scope toward the building where the enemy was entrenched, carefully surveying the situation.

Su Yun was nearby, with only a window separating her from Zhang Cheng. This allowed for quick communication and coordinated attacks on the enemy.

Through their scopes, Qin Feng and Su Yun could clearly see the scene as described by the intelligence and their comrades in the armed police: four individuals were positioned in sniper blind spots. In other words, four people were shielded by hostages or hidden beyond the reach of a sniper's line of sight.

“I’ll handle the submachine gunmen, aiming to eliminate those within my field of fire,” Qin Feng told Su Yun, who could hear him through the open window.

“Alright, I’ll focus on those with rifles. I’ll do my best to take out any visible targets,” Su Yun replied. Both wore wireless earpieces, allowing them to communicate clearly.

At that moment, the transport helicopter carrying Liang Xiaoyu, Mo Zhuofan, Liu Xiaosheng, and Lin Yun circled to the rear of the enemy’s building to avoid detection. The helicopter hovered above the rooftop; its noise was minimal, and the enemy remained unaware of their presence.

The rope ladder dropped onto the rooftop, and the four of them descended quickly.

“Reporting in—we’re in position and ready to move at any time,” Mo Zhuofan said into his earpiece, feeling the tension of the imminent operation.

“Good, begin the operation. Be careful not to alert the enemy,” Su Yun ordered, sensing the moment was right for action.

“Yes,” the four replied, springing into action. They secured high-strength ropes to the rooftop, then, heads down and feet up, they rappelled toward the thirty-seventh floor. Their movements were swift and silent, barely making a sound.

They knew the building’s glass façade meant they could be seen from within, so they had to remain undetected; a single mistake could cost them everything—not only their lives, but those of the hostages as well. There was no room for error.

“Xiaoyu, your task is to shatter the tempered glass—quickly, and with the element of surprise,” Su Yun instructed. She knew only a sudden strike would catch the enemy off guard and allow them to seize the initiative.

“Yes,” Liang Xiaoyu replied confidently. Among the four, he was the nimblest and quickest, and strong enough to break through a pane of tempered glass.

The building’s design featured one-square-meter panes of glass for optimal lighting and views. This, fortunately, provided a tactical advantage for their mission.

Once the tempered glass shattered, it would fragment completely—leaving not a trace behind. This would allow the team to enter swiftly, neutralize the enemy, rescue the hostages, and complete their mission.

As soon as Liang Xiaoyu broke the glass, Mo Zhuofan and the others would follow him inside.

Liang Xiaoyu gripped a smoke grenade in his right hand, the rope looped through its pin, ready to pull it at a moment’s notice. Lin Yun held a tear gas grenade, his hand on the pin, prepared to throw it as soon as needed.

Mo Zhuofan and Liu Xiaosheng held Type 90 assault rifles, magazines loaded and ready to fire upon any sign of the enemy.

Liang Xiaoyu’s Type 92 pistol was holstered at his waist; in his left hand, he clutched a combat knife, prepared to engage at close quarters.

The team descended quickly but carefully. After about three minutes, they were just ten centimeters above the thirty-seventh floor—a perfect position. Any lower, and they risked detection by the enemy.

“Captain, all in position. Not a man out of place,” Liang Xiaoyu whispered into his earpiece, knowing the real battle was about to begin. Sweat beaded on his forehead, but there was no time to wipe it away. The confrontation was imminent, and he steeled himself, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves.

“Stay calm—absolutely calm. Save the hostages, eliminate the enemy, complete the mission,” Liang Xiaoyu told himself. No matter what, he was determined to succeed; only then would the mission be truly complete.

“Qin Feng, get ready. When I give the word, open fire,” Su Yun’s voice came through the earpiece.

“I’m ready—waiting for your command,” Qin Feng replied.

Su Yun took a steadying breath, her index finger resting on the trigger of her Type 88 sniper rifle. Her gaze was sharp and unwavering, her sights fixed on the brow of an enemy rifleman.

“Qin Feng, make it count,” Su Yun said quietly.

“Understood,” Qin Feng answered. He knew the real battle was about to begin. He had to take down the enemy—he had to save the hostages.

Meanwhile, the armed police were closely monitoring the operation, recording everything through surveillance and other means, keeping a vigilant eye on every development. The commander in charge of the operation was tense, his eyes locked on the room where the hostages were held. In his heart, he prayed for their safety and the annihilation of the enemy, hoping with all his might for the success of Qin Feng and his team.