...

On the other side, Qi Yun was lounging in the recliner in his study at home, reviewing the materials Zhang Dayong had just sent him.

From the autopsy report, it seemed Qiu Jiahao did indeed die of a sudden heart attack, but Qi Yun was skeptical of this conclusion due to the room for manipulation in this matter.

On the other hand, although it was unclear if Qiu Jiahao had a history of heart problems, the whole situation seemed too suspicious.

The criminal investigation team hadn't found anything unusual at the scene. The door locks showed no signs of being tampered with, and there weren't any discernible footprints in the house, let alone clues on the body's skin surface.

From the scene photos, it appeared that Qiu Jiahao had died from a heart attack.

However, Qi Yun knew that with those people's methods, fabricating a scene of death by heart attack wasn't difficult.

That's because the other party had silently infiltrated both Qiu Jiahao's and Qiu Yuanshan's homes on two separate occasions.

"We must remain vigilant these next few days..."

If he was already exposed, the other side would certainly make their move soon.

Thinking of this, Qi Yun picked up his phone and sent a message to Gao Min.

...

Two nights later, deep in the night, East London, Canary Wharf.

On the roadside, inside a black SUV, Chen Wei was pointing at a flat map and spoke to a few of the group named Eagle: "After observing these past two days, there are a total of twelve of them, divided into two shifts, with six people in each shift."

"These men are armed with pistols, submachine guns, and other weapons. Judging by their movements, they seem to have undergone specialized training, possibly retired military personnel."

Saying this, Chen Wei glanced at his watch and continued, "Someone will come by to deliver a late-night snack at one in the morning, and we'll take that opportunity to make our move."

"We're divided into three groups. Eagle, An Zai, Da Pao, and I will go in through the front. Lao Bai will cover the entrance, and Bing Zi will take care of driving the truck in the rear. After we succeed, quickly drive the truck over to load the goods."

The others nodded in agreement: "Understood!"

Chen Wei glanced at each person: "Check your equipment. Once inside, aim to subdue them; handle the situation as it arises."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of gun bolts being pulled echoed in the car. The six men checked their weapons and ammunition, readying themselves for the operation.

Twenty minutes later, a Chevrolet with a pizza advertisement sticker drove toward them.

Chen Wei patted Xiao Yuan on the shoulder: "You head out first, I'll contact you once it's over."

Xiao Yuan didn't insist on staying, as his orders did not involve participating in the actual operation.

"Alright, Brother Wei, be careful."

"Hmm." Chen Wei responded, opened the car door, and shouted, "Go!"

The group exited the vehicle, with the exception of Bing Zi who was handling the driving and Lao Bai who was providing support. The remaining four charged into the middle of the road to intercept the Chevrolet delivering the pizza.

The brake lights of the Chevrolet lit up abruptly on the dark street. The driver was about to curse when Chen Wei pressed the muzzle of his gun to the driver's forehead.

"WTF! Don't panic, mate!" The black-skinned driver was bewildered by this sudden turn of events. Although crime wasn't rare in Great Britain, with muggings and phone snatchings happening often, he had no idea what to make of a takeaway robbery.

"Shut up, get out of the car." Chen Wei's voice was deep and steady; although the Glock was pressed to the driver's forehead, the safety was still on.

"OK, OK, calm down, mate, calm down!" The driver seemed used to big scenes and did not exhibit excessive panic even with a gun to his head. Instead, he continued to urge Chen Wei to stay calm.

He raised his left hand, then slowly unfastened his seatbelt with his right hand, pushed open the car door, and got out.

Eagle quickly stripped the driver's pizza shop uniform and put it on himself before swiftly taking the driver's seat.

Chen Wei gave An Zai and Da Pao a look, signaling them to get into the car first, and then expressionlessly asked the driver, "Hand over your license!"

The driver cooperated, pointing to the position of the glove compartment before slowly reaching into the car window and taking out his license from inside, handing it over.

Chen Wei glanced at the license, returned it to the driver, then took five hundred pounds from his pocket, shoving it into the driver's hand, and said in a low voice, "I need to borrow your delivery car. Consider this rental fee, in half an hour, you can call the police."

"I know your name and where you live, so you better do as I say."

The driver hurriedly nodded: "Oh, mate, you are too kind, feel free to take the car if you like, I won't report it."

"If you don't report it, you might be in trouble. Just do as I say," Chen Wei left him with that and got into the car.

Three minutes later, the pizza delivery Chevrolet arrived at an adjacent street, right at the entrance of Warehouse 98.

Though Ji Liyang had been taken away back in the home country, for some reason, the people inside this warehouse remained as usual, unchanged. Perhaps there were still others involved in the business.

Behind the wheel, Eagle honked twice, calmly exited the car, retrieved an insulated box from the trunk, and then stood under the surveillance camera at the entrance of the warehouse, waving.

The black driver had done this the previous two nights.

About half a minute later, there was movement inside, the iron door slowly rose, and a burly man in a black tank top poked his head out, sizing up Eagle: "Why haven't I seen you before?"

Eagle shook the thermal box, responding in a slightly accented voice: "Yes, I just joined."

The guard didn't give it much thought, stepped forward to take the box, and turned to re-enter the warehouse.

At this moment, Eagle suddenly ducked low, his right hand quickly drawing a gun from his waistband, simultaneously kicking the guard's knee hard. The guard lost his balance, stumbling, and the box flew out of his hand.

Quick to react, he reached for his thigh to grab his gun, but Eagle's weapon was already against his temple, the cold metal making him freeze instantly.

"Move and I shoot." Eagle spoke again, his accent gone, voice icy.

Almost simultaneously, Chen Wei, An Zai, and Da Pao swiftly exited from the Chevrolet's rear, moving with ghost-like speed. They ignored the controlled guard at the door, rushing straight into the warehouse.

Seeing this, Eagle delivered a forceful blow to the guard's neck with the gun stock, causing him to collapse, unconscious.

Eagle deftly took the walkie-talkie from the guard's waist and quickly followed into the warehouse.

The warehouse was large, with two levels; the first floor alone spanned three to four hundred square meters with neatly arranged wooden crates on the ground, and the ceiling's fluorescent lights flickered.

Chen Wei led the charge, gun unwaveringly pointed ahead, as An Zai and Da Pao followed closely, the three of them advancing in a triangular formation.

These operations required speed; since there were cameras at the entrance, the recent events had surely been noticed by the opposition.

The trio had barely made it past the iron gate, advancing less than ten meters when footsteps echoed from the depths of the warehouse.

Two more guards in black tank tops hurried toward them, each holding a submachine gun, instinctively raising their weapons at the sight of intruders.

"Bang! Bang!" Chen Wei's silenced pistol fired first, bullets accurately hitting the wrists of the two, causing their guns to clatter to the ground.

The situation was clear: they were about to open fire, leaving Chen Wei no choice but to act preemptively.

As the shots were fired, An Zai rushed forward, elbow smashing into the jaw of the left-side guard, sending him collapsing with a groan, while Da Pao locked the other one's throat, knee driving into his lower back, subduing him swiftly.

Just then, from the staircase on the second floor, an automatic rifle was raised, silently taking aim at the three below.

Chen Wei's instincts flared with danger, honed from years dodging bullets, prompting him to shout a warning.

Yet, before he could utter a word, a shot rang out with a "Bang!"

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