Victory Shipyard, Group Two is in position.
However, Lin Yi arranged for only two people to be here: Zhang Chaoyue and Xiao Bing, who drove back, while everyone else was positioned outside, hidden in the shadows.
The wind blew through the wasteland surrounding the shipyard, creating a rustling sound.
Meanwhile, Zheng Dongyuan's team was also ready, descending from their vehicles and surrounding the Victory Shipyard from different directions.
"Take action!"
Lin Yi's voice transmitted through the communicator into everyone's ears.
At the same time, the two groups simultaneously pulled their triggers at their targets!
Bam bam bam!
A series of gunshots rang out, and over a dozen of Zheng Dongyuan's men instantly lay dead on the ground!
"Run, it's an ambush!"
Seeing their fallen comrades, Anglo's men finally realized this was a meticulously designed trap!
But at this moment, they were at a definite disadvantage, outnumbered and forced to make their retreat.
