Chapter 920 - 414: The Hunt Begins (Part 2)

Chapter 920: Chapter 414: The Hunt Begins (Part 2)

Having fought face-to-face with the opponent twice, he deeply understands the other’s tactical command capability, which is anything but ordinary, with intelligence use almost perfect.

If it weren’t for relying on the "death rollback" game and privileged ability plug-ins.

Actually, at that time, under two scenarios, the combat levels he had were not nearly enough to face off against the opponent.

Such a tactical command talent, do you mean his identity is a imitator in disguise?

Gu Ji has a hundred reasons not to believe.

Of course.

If you say he is the younger brother of this "Rosolino Cohen," that’s not an impossibility either.

After all, the Bush family could have two presidents, so the Cohen family nurturing several tactical talents is naturally plausible.

Yet Gu Ji still senses something odd.

Not to mention, who would typically wear a black tactical headpiece all the time, even if he was a real brother, would he willingly live under his sibling’s shadow all his life?

Moreover, in Brazil, he personally uncovered Cohen’s headgear.

The face really did bear significant burn scars.

He wouldn’t have deliberately burned his face like his brother’s to imitate him, that would be insane.

Of course.

This doesn’t mean the Iranian intelligence officers aren’t as sharp as Gu Ji and couldn’t think of these questions.

But compared to Gu Ji’s focus on PM Company, Savama’s investigation concentrates more on national strategic levels, especially Iraq, Israel, and the United States.

As for figures like the Cohen brothers, however formidable they might be, they are merely entered onto key personnel watch lists.

However, there’s another possibility.

That is Gu Ji still doesn’t fully understand PM Company and this so-called "Cohen family."

"Cohen, the seller has arrived."

In the villa living room on the outskirts of Tehran, a tall, round-headed black mercenary walked over to alert.

Cohen put down the chess in his hand.

"Notify Abe Shigehide to find Shalam’s Niyazi and ensure to trade those items back!"

"Yes!"

After the round-faced black mercenary left.

Another young white man with an earpiece, wearing a plaid shirt and black-framed glasses, continuously tapped on the laptop, suddenly turned back saying, "Cohen, I found suspicious people outside the villa watching us!"

"Oh?"

Cohen, intrigued, got up from the sofa and walked to the computer screen.

From the drone surveillance footage, several local Iranians dressed ordinarily could be seen in the areas on both sides of the villa, either standing on the neighbor villa’s second floor or by the door, occasionally glancing toward the inner walls.

"Here’s another one, hiding in the corner, he’s been watching us for a long time."

The glasses-wearing mercenary particularly pointed at a figure in the surveillance corner who happened to be Wa Xueming.

Upon seeing him, Cohen’s brown pupils showed an unknown contemplation.

Finally, he grinned.

"Hehehe, guys, pack up your things."

"Cohen, acting in broad daylight isn’t our style, boss!"

A bald Mediterranean mercenary who was meticulously wiping an M4 rifle on the dining table suddenly jumped down from the table but coincidentally bumped into a petite figure.

"Oh! What a hot chick!"

The bald mercenary licked his lips, intending to reach out for a touch.

But within a split second.

The petite figure spun elbow crashing down, yet the bald mercenary reacted swiftly, instantly blocking with his arm and grabbing the wrist, still, the opponent flashed a knee with lightning speed toppling his balance, while cold gleam flickered mid-air.

"Ito!"

Abe Shigehide shouted from behind.

Only to see that the tactical dagger in Ito Meiyu’s left hand was merely three millimeters away from the bald mercenary’s eyeball, a half-second delay would have stabbed directly in.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

A sudden round of applause sounded in the living room, it was Cohen clapping, "Is this the subordinate you brought? Impressive skills, any interest to work for me?"

"Enough, Cohen, I came to seek cooperation with PM Company, not to be your dog, I advise you not to test my patience."

Before Ito Meiyu could reply, Abe Shigehide resolutely turned his head, coldly warning.

In an instant.

The mercenaries in the living room all changed faces, right hands clutching the guns.

Including the bald mercenary, fingers quietly reaching towards the back waist.

Only this slight movement had already been captured by Ito Meiyu. She subtly rotated her blade, letting the cold gleam flicker across the opponent’s pupil, "I advise you better not move, or you’ll lose your left eye."

Just as the atmosphere on-site hardened to the extreme.

Cohen opened his hands, smilingly saying, "No need to be this nervous, I know we are partners, Soap, let go."

"Yes, Boss Cohen."

Soap shrugged, with a nonchalant hooligan appearance, yet eyes buried fierce intent.

Seems to completely memorize the woman before, preparing to reclaim today’s lost face later.

Abe Shigehide did not glance at the few people again and directly headed towards the living room door.

"Ito, let’s go."

"Hehehe, hahahaha..."

With the dagger withdrawn, Ito Meiyu’s exceedingly cold face abruptly cracked into a strange, sickly smile, growing increasingly exaggerated until she left the room entirely.

"Is she mentally ill?"

"Japanese women seem to be a bit off, hearing their nation calls such type... yandere!"

"Boss, you shouldn’t have let them off so easily earlier, otherwise these Japanese will soon trample over us!"

Several mercenaries teased each other, eventually looking towards Cohen.

"Alright, we have business to attend to, our hunt begins now!"

With these concluding words.

Cohen watched the vanished doorway of Ito Meiyu, slightly squinting eyes, hiding gaze, instantaneously fierce.

Gu Ji’s eyes under the mask rolled, light brown pupils, reflecting all satellite surveillance and tactical formulations on the LED screen.

"This is Quds Force of the Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps’ 3rd Special Operations Squad Commander: Sith Cano!"

Hasha called over a middle-aged Iranian officer wearing the same OCP camo tactical suit as Gu Ji and the others.

Tall stature, brown-yellow skin, seems somewhat like Asians, thick black eyebrows, combed retro-style hair, facial hair grown fully on upper lips and chin.

Unlike regular Revolutionary Guard soldiers, his gaze consistently focused ahead, with tremendous determination.

Gao Bo, head lowered, quietly muttered in Gu Ji’s ear.

"Why do I feel his aura is a bit like extremists?"

"During wartime, Quds Force often used extremist measures against Mossad and CIA, thus labeled as a terrorist organization by the U.S."

Chen Zhiyu overhearing explained softly.

On the side, Zhuang Feng chimed in:

"Quds Force is a very special special forces, responsible not only for special operations but also for intelligence, finance, politics, even sabotage, while selecting members, requiring not only high-level combat skills but also ’absolute loyalty.’"

This explanation made Gao Bo understand.

Realizing that the feeling he sensed from this Quds Force commander Sith was just like those unwavering, human-bomb-making extremists.

For the mission, resorting to any means, even sacrificing themselves is acceptable.

"Sith will assist you in attacking Shalam and rescuing hostages, while our Security Department mainly focuses on monitoring the transaction, we have one request, must secure the items from the seller."

"Of course, on this point, our demands align."

Facing Hasha’s proposal, Chen Zhiyu actively stood, agreeing face-to-face.

"Time is of essence, prepare for action!"

"Go, first to the armory!"

Gu Ji tossed a word, leading everyone ahead to the Revolutionary Guard’s weaponry warehouse.

Now that he had understood the mission background, he’d realized the enemy’s combat level. The AK-103s and mere grenades, concussion bombs he possessed were gravely inadequate!