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"My answer is yes," Fatty said affirmatively. "Xiao Guolin's motives are too obvious. As long as Liu Squad Leader is willing to investigate, there will definitely be results. Of course, he might not uncover the specifics of the transactions, but he will find some surface-level information, such as the anonymity used by Xiao Guolin and the buzz surrounding the Big Deal. When all this information reaches your ears, what will you think? Won't you feel an urge to dig deeper? You would, wouldn't you? If that's the case..."
Fatty paused and looked at me, his eyes shining. "Then going to them wouldn't be impersonation; it would be stepping into a trap that Xiao Guolin has already set. There could be unexpected gains or disasters. However, I lean more towards the former."
Fatty's speculation complicated matters further. However, the anonymity used by Xiao Guolin indeed sparked associations. I followed Fatty's line of thought and considered the possibility; it was incredible, but it was still based on various assumptions. Everything could just be a coincidence. All I could do now was treat this possibility as an alternative while preparing to answer their various questions and practice for unexpected situations.
I nodded and shared my thoughts with Fatty, who didn't insist further. However, during the subsequent preparations, Fatty focused most of his energy on this hypothesis and designed various questions around it. He particularly believed that if this hypothesis held true, there was a chance of retrieving something from Wu Qitai; otherwise, Xiao Guolin's elaborate scheme would lose its meaning.
Under Fatty's guidance, after two rehearsals, I basically met his requirements and at least grasped the questions I could answer. For those questions that might arise but I had no way to answer, Fatty's advice was to ignore them—just play it cool.
Fatty also shared some of their taboos with me—what absolutely could not be done or mentioned. I took these notes seriously; I certainly didn't want to end up in a life-threatening situation due to carelessness.
At that moment, Da Zhang returned and briefly reported on the process; the return trip had already been arranged.
Fatty quickly dragged a large suitcase out of the cupboard and tossed it onto the bed in the bedroom. With two sharp sounds, he opened the lid. I heard Da Zhang whistle while I inhaled sharply.
Inside the suitcase was a Remington Sniper Rifle.
I had no idea when Fatty had brought this suitcase back; I even felt an impulse to check under my bed to see if there were more terrifying weapons hidden there. Living with this guy really made me uneasy.
Fatty and Da Zhang skillfully assembled the sniper rifle and set up a horizontal support on the windowsill behind the curtains before securing the rifle on top.
Once finished, Fatty said to Da Zhang, "Adjust the angle and position from the hotel courtyard across the street."
Da Zhang pulled back a section of the curtain and aimed down through the scope. Fatty ran into the living room to grab the phone and started speaking in rapid-fire foreign language; I couldn't tell which language it was.
I leaned over Da Zhang's shoulder and asked, "Do you know what we're doing? Has Fatty contacted you?"
Da Zhang hesitated for a moment before nodding then shaking his head. He turned to me and asked, "Which one of you is going?"
I pointed to my nose. Da Zhang let out a sound, “Be smart.” He then turned back to adjust his sniper rifle.
A wave of anxiety washed over me. In that moment, I felt like an outsider, aimlessly watching the two of them busy with their tasks.
However, my moment of idleness didn’t last long. Just as I heard Fatty hang up the phone, he shouted from the living room, “Are you ready?”
“Okay,” Da Zhang replied without turning around.
“Cover him,” Fatty said as he appeared in the doorway, pointing at me. “Then meet at the first rendezvous point. If we can’t make it to the second rendezvous point, the order is not to turn back. If we get caught, you go straight back home.”
“Got it,” Da Zhang shrugged and turned away.
“Let’s go.” Fatty snapped his fingers, directing his words at me.
I was taken aback. “Can you give me some time to adjust?”
“Stop whining and hurry up. You’ve had plenty of time to prepare,” Fatty said fiercely.
“What about you? What are you doing? Where will you pick me up?” It was only now that I realized this wasn’t just a spur-of-the-moment decision.
Fatty smiled. “You’re scared, huh? I’ll be at the flower shop. If anything goes wrong, Da Zhang will signal me. The first person to appear by your side will be me; I won’t leave you behind.”
Damn it, I cursed inwardly. But I knew there was no turning back. I slapped my cheeks a few times to pump myself up.
Fatty pulled out two flip phones from his pocket, opened one, and started dialing. Moments later, the other phone rang. He answered it and handed it to me. “Just charged it; put it in your jacket pocket and don’t turn it off. Be smart—if anything happens, signal immediately by shouting loudly. I’ll jump over the back wall of the flower shop to help you.” He turned to Da Zhang and tossed him a candy bar phone, continuing, “Once I’m in position, I’ll call you. Don’t hang up when we connect; keep the line open. When you hear my signal, shoot and clear all threats around Qiangzi; make sure he gets out safely.” Then he turned back to me. “My signal will be gunfire. When you hear my shots, run outside. I don’t have to wait for your signal before acting; I’ll listen closely to your conversations. If I think you’re in danger, I’ll initiate a rescue early—trust me.” A serious expression crossed Fatty ’s fierce face. “The reason I made it back alive from Africa is because of this instinct. When you hear my gunfire, don’t hesitate—just run. Once you’re in the yard, you’ll be safe; it’s not big and we’ll meet quickly.”
“What if I'm on the third floor? By the time I run down, they’ll have turned me into a pincushion.”
"Jump out the window," Fatty immediately instructed me. "Get out of that building as quickly as possible."
Hearing this made my legs tremble, and I involuntarily walked to the window. I pulled back a bit of the curtain and looked down. Fortunately, below in the yard was a flower bed; if I was lucky, I wouldn't die from the fall. Further ahead was a swimming pool. However, the swimming pool was a good distance away from the building, and I doubted I could jump that far. If I landed on the concrete beside the pool, it would be even worse. I quickly dismissed that thought.
"Da Zhang," I was still trying to figure out how not to fall to my death when I heard Fatty giving orders again. "You’d better find out which room Qiangzi went into. I'll give you hints over the phone, but I can only tell you which floor he's on at most. You'll have to find the specific room yourself."
Fatty snapped his fingers at me. "Don't run down the left side of the yard; the trees are tall there and could block Da Zhang's line of sight. Head towards the right bushes to draw them away; I'll meet you over there. As long as you have breath left in you, I won't give up." With that, Fatty glanced at Da Zhang.
Fatty's words stirred something in me, but mostly it was anxiety. Numbly, I nodded. I saw Fatty pull another canvas bag from the cabinet; it looked quite heavy.
"Let's split up. You set off in five minutes," Fatty said as he slung the canvas bag over his shoulder and stepped out.
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