Chapter 22 The Car Repair Shop

The next morning, Sovala City.

A round sun slowly rose, waking the residents of the town once again. Wang Daolin, along with Da Xiong and his group, rushed to the south of the city, covered in dust, to meet with an intelligence officer from the National Unification Bureau at a small restaurant.

The small restaurant wasn't large, and the walls were yellowed from the smoke. There were only six or seven tables in the room, all of which were occupied by Wang Daolin's men.

Da Xiong and the others sat around, ordering some food. Wang Daolin and the intelligence officer sat alone by the window, exchanging information.

Wang Daolin took out a concise document from his pocket and pushed it to the other man: "They have about twenty people, and there should be one or two wounded. They have transportation. In normal times, these people probably wouldn't be active outside, so their consumption of supplies would be high."

The intelligence officer reached out and took the document, flipping through the photos on it: "Don't worry, Sovala City isn't big, and there aren't too many Chinese people. I'll ask a few of my informants to find out information about these people. Give me a day, and I'll get back to you. As long as they're here, they won't be able to escape."

Wang Daolin nodded: "Okay, let's eat then."

The intelligence officer picked up his chopsticks: "The news shouldn't arrive so quickly. After we finish eating, I'll arrange a place for you to rest."

"Good!"

After speaking, the two began to eat breakfast.

...

At the same time, a car repair shop in the south of the city.

This car repair shop was very simple, located on the side of the road leading out of the city. It usually served passing trucks, changing tires, and doing some routine maintenance.

The entire factory was a simple yard, filled with densely packed scrapped cars. There weren't many workers, only five or six in total. Two of them were Chinese, and the rest were Mexicans. They were all wearing oil-stained work clothes, repairing a black seven-seater SUV.

Outside the yard, there was also an old minivan parked. The members of the San Guang Society were squeezed into this van, dozing off.

Zheng Guang squatted next to the minivan, smoking a cigarette with an impatient look on his face. He glanced at Xiao Huo, who was squatting beside him, and couldn't help but curse: "Damn it, you didn't even check the legs we're using to run away. You didn't even know the oil tank was leaking."

Xiao Huo said helplessly, "Brother, I know how to use a gun, but I don't know how to repair cars. How would I know this thing was leaking?"

Zheng Guang glanced at the dilapidated factory buildings around him, and then looked at the group of people squeezed into the back of the car. He thought for a moment and said, "Alright, don't all sit here. Too many people are conspicuous. Go, go, go, go sit inside."

The energetic young men of the San Guang Society, after hearing the order, jumped out of the car one after another, chatting and laughing as they walked into the yard.

Zheng Guang also patted his butt and stood up, instructing Xiao Huo: "Now that we're here, have them inspect the minivan too."

"Okay!" Xiao Huo readily agreed. Only then did Zheng Guang follow the others into the factory to rest.

The burly boss greeted him and shouted at him in broken Chinese: "Hey, if you use the air conditioner, you have to pay!"

Zheng Guang glanced at him and said expressionlessly, "We'll settle it together later."

After dismissing the boss, Zheng Guang stepped into the factory. Inside the house, those kids didn't know what troubles were, and they were gathered in groups of three or five, chatting.

"Brother Guang, when are we going to play in District One?" As soon as Zheng Guang sat down, a young man with a naive face came up to him with a smile: "I heard it's very exciting there."

"Damn, are you going there for the foreign whores?" Another brother couldn't help but tease.

"This kid's an adult. It's good to find a foreign whore to break him in."

"Forget it, with his skills, isn't that just stirring a big vat with chopsticks?"

Everyone joked around, and Zheng Guang also glanced at this kid. He remembered that his name was Nan Nan. He had just had his coming-of-age birthday a few days ago and was brought by another brother. He was considered the eighteenth hero of the San Guang Society.

Zheng Guang said with a smile, "There will be a chance. I'll definitely let you experience the exotic flavors."

"Thank you, Brother Guang!" The kid touched the back of his head and grinned.

The group chatted and talked while waiting for the car to be repaired. The morning sun shone into the yard, and the workers continued to work hard in front of the two cars.

...

Fifteen minutes later, three commercial vehicles slowly stopped in front of the car repair shop's yard. The car window slowly lowered, and a young man wearing sunglasses carefully looked at the two cars being repaired in the yard.

After thinking for a while, the young man picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "It's them, move out!"

"Swish!"

The doors of the three cars were opened at the same time, and a dozen soldiers in combat uniforms, carrying automatic rifles, jumped out of the cars, divided into three teams, and ran towards the sides of the factory, crouching down.

"Peng, Peng!"

Two soldiers holding guns with grenade launchers raised their guns and fired two grenades at the factory building.

At this time, Zheng Guang was lazily lying on the bed in the house, scrolling through his phone to pass the time.

"Shatter!"

Just then, there was a crisp sound of glass breaking. Zheng Guang turned his head and saw two grenades smashing through the window and landing inside the house.

"Boom!"

Before Zheng Guang could say anything, an explosion rang out!!

It was an airburst!!

Three young men who were chatting by the window were instantly torn to pieces by the explosion, their flesh and blood splashing everywhere, staining everyone's bodies red.

Everyone was stunned, their ears were ringing, and their eyes were staring in shock at the bodies of their companions. They were all stunned for a moment.

Zheng Guang was the first to recover. He roared with a ferocious expression, "Get the guns! Get the guns! Someone's here!"

The members of the San Guang Society were all shaken, and they took out their pistols, ready to fight back. One of the young men walked quickly to the door, wanting to push it open and run out.

"Da da da!"

A row of bullets swept over, hitting the wall next to the door, splashing large pieces of plaster! The young man shrunk his neck in fright and quickly retreated, shouting at the same time, "Brother Guang, there are many people outside!"

Zheng Guang cocked his pistol, crouched down, and approached the window, looking outside.

"Bang!"

"Shatter!"

Two incendiary bombs had already landed in the yard, setting off a boiling sea of fire.

"Ah!"

The car repair workers and the boss were all frightened and screamed, raising their legs and rushing out, wanting to escape.

A dozen soldiers with automatic rifles had already rushed into the yard, raising their guns at these people.

"Da da da!"

Faced with these ordinary people, the other side didn't even blink, and directly pulled the trigger. A row of bullets rained down into the yard, and five or six workers were instantly turned into mincemeat, and blood mist exploded everywhere. The boss was lying on the ground, covering his head, urine leaking from his trouser legs.

Through the window, seeing those soldiers who were killing people like flies, Zheng Guang's forehead was also covered with a thin layer of sweat: "Damn it, they're trying to kill us all!"