Chapter 659 - 414: The Furious Captain! Deploy the Sweeper Squad! (Part 2)

Chapter 659: Chapter 414: The Furious Captain! Deploy the Sweeper Squad! (Part 2)

In fact, just two days ago, there were several groups of ill-intentioned "foreign devils" who tried to treat him in the deep of the night as an oriental fat lamb that could be handled casually.

The result, of course, was hitting a brick wall. They didn’t even touch a corner of Lu Xuan’s clothes before quietly fainting in the dark alley.

It wasn’t until noon the next day that they struggled to get up, not even understanding what they encountered.

Lu Xuan had no intention of entangling too much with these low-level scum, he acted with great discretion, only slightly punished them, causing them to lose the ability to move, but did not harm their lives.

The night deepened, Lu Xuan’s form moved slightly, and he silently vanished into the shadows of the forest, his aura blending with the surrounding natural environment.

Just as his aura descended slightly and his toes lightly touched the ground, preparing to leap onto a branch—

Suddenly, the corner of Lu Xuan’s eye caught a glimpse, across the river, of the shadows around the villa at 45 Bening Street as a white sedan quietly slid out.

It did not turn on the lights, its engine sound was kept extremely low, slowly patrolling along the street surrounding the villa.

The speed was controlled just right, neither attracting attention nor failing to observe the surroundings clearly.

That posture wasn’t like searching for a parking spot; it was more like a cautious leopard, circling repeatedly before launching a lethal strike.

Confirming the situation of the hunting ground, eliminating any potential risks and surveillance.

Lu Xuan’s imminent leap froze in an instant, he retracted all his aura, his gaze through the gaps in the forest firmly locked onto the white sedan.

Inside the villa at 45 Bening Street, in the living room

Soft lighting dispelled the night outside the window, the atmosphere in the living room was peaceful.

Three researchers—two men and one woman, with an average age of around thirty, all dressed neatly, with glasses perched on their noses, exuding a strong scholarly aura.

At the moment, their faces showed genuine gratitude, along with a hint of imperceptible apology.

One of the male researchers with black-framed glasses spoke sincerely as a representative: "It’s a great effort for you two masters to travel across the sea to assist us."

"We ordinary folks really trouble the country and also burden you two."

Sitting opposite them were two elders of exceptional demeanor.

One was clad in a white silk practice suit, the other wore a fitting black dark-patterned Tang suit, standing out in this modern foreign living room.

And these outfits themselves were a silent declaration.

Dragon Country was to use these highly symbolic oriental costumes to clearly warn the Big Eagle Federation.

We have come to bring the people back personally, and those who have come are not ordinary.

This was a strategy of openness, a display of strength.

However, this seemingly high-profile appearance was just a part of the entire plan.

The deeper strategic intent was to coordinate with Lu Xuan, who was currently hidden in the shadows of the slums across the river.

The two Grandmasters of Transformation were in the open, attracting all potential attention and investigation forces.

The more conspicuous they were, the more the intelligence agencies of the Big Eagle Federation concentrated their attention on them.

Thereby greatly increasing the probability of overlooking the true "stabilizing force" Lu Xuan.

To build a bridge in the daylight while sneaking through the warehouse in darkness.

These two Grandmasters of Transformation, though their hair and beard were white, with faces lined with wrinkles, were spirited, their gazes bright and sharp.

At this moment, they were sitting upright on the sofa, with postures as upright as pine trees.

That aging physique did not possess exaggerated muscles like Western bodybuilders.

But a streamlined, tough, and restrained physique, like refined steel forged by countless trials.

It seemed ordinary, but each inch of their flesh contained terrifying explosive power far surpassing those big muscular warriors, along with a deep, enduring aura.

This was an external manifestation of having cultivated national martial arts to the Transformation stage, where blood and energy control reached the pinnacle.

The elder in white smiled indifferently upon hearing, his voice calm yet full of vigor: "You doctors are too kind."

"You are treasures of the nation, ensuring your safe return is paramount and indeed our duty."

His gaze casually swept across the deep night outside the window, adding: "There may be hurdles during this trip, but rest assured, with us here, we will protect you thoroughly."

Outside the villa, in the white sedan that Lu Xuan had marked as suspicious, smoke was swirling!

"Fuck you!"

In the passenger seat, a blond man with a face full of fleshy edges viciously extinguished the cigarette in his hand, sputtering and cursing.

"Once we finish this job, I really want to shove this cigar hard into that bastard’s captain’s asshole! Let him taste what it’s like to be busted!"

In the driver’s seat, another blond man as burly as a bear was checking the weapons he wore, growling impatiently without lifting his head: "Knock off your crap, Mike!"

"Jason Han, have you fucking finished? Hand over my ’sweetheart’ real quick!"

In the back seat, a dark-skinned black guy and a black-white mixed-race strong man were skillfully assembling several shotguns with sawed-off barrels and some pistols.

The mixed-race man referred to as Jason Han handed over a loaded heavy pistol to the front, grinning and showing a mouthful of white teeth, his smile filled with a cruel meaning.

"Take care of your sweetheart, boss; this gun guarantees to send those Dragon Country people to cloud nine."

All four inside the car carried an indelible aura of veterans belonging to the battlefield, easily recognizable as seasoned warriors.

Coincidentally, the secret mission they accepted this time was to disguise as drug-crazed junkies and out-of-control lunatics, to launch a large-scale shooting attack on the villa at 45 Bening Street.