Mountain Eagle agreed with Butcher's assessment; even in Thailand's red-light district, businesses wouldn't operate until 3 am.

The fact that someone was on duty at such an hour meant they were either professional or extremely well-paid by the boss.

But no boss would spend good money on useless hires, so regardless of the reason, these guards were professionals.

Four men guarded the main entrance; their positions weren't particularly intricate, but they covered every corner of the entrance.

Outside the back door, four men were divided into two groups, standing at different intersections, smoking and chatting - able to provide early warning and monitor the dirty alleys on both sides of the factory.

Once they gave the alert, the four men on the inside of the back door could use their automatic rifles to support them, or block the enemy outside the big iron gate.

Climbing the walls was clearly impractical; the 3-meter wall wasn't particularly high, but the iron spikes on top made it difficult to enter the yard without alerting the guards.

Even though the opponents were quite professional, this level of professionalism still seemed somewhat superficial to a true expert.

Although Sam was not keen on doing private jobs for Mountain Eagle, when it came down to it, he displayed an excellent professional attitude.

He quickly sketched out the interior and surrounding terrain of the factory on a notebook and waited for the sniper to complete his observations, then verified them one by one with the drone footage...

Finally, he discussed with the Team A leader and approached Mountain Eagle, saying, "Are you sure the hostages are inside?"

Mountain Eagle nodded firmly and said, "I can't be 100% sure, but I don't think the Round Table Knights would risk the lives of their own people.

We've seen these men; they're definitely not selling seafood.

You don't need to sleep with an AK if you're buying seafood!"

Mountain Eagle stroked his chin as he recalled his interactions with Martin Li, then said, "The mastermind behind the kidnapping, Martin Li, is an extremely arrogant and mean-spirited person. Only someone like him would refuse to let the mercenaries enter the exhibition hall to rest with air conditioning, forcing them to sleep in the yard to cool off.

What we can see are just the mercenaries; there must be personal bodyguards for Martin Li in the exhibition hall.

After suffering a setback in Thailand and becoming a cripple, I guess he would be more cautious coming back here.

Six, maybe eight bodyguards might be needed to watch over the hostages and give him some peace of mind."

Sam frowned as he looked at Mountain Eagle and asked, "You know this Martin?"

Mountain Eagle nodded and said, "A few months ago, I shot him in the leg with a 10mm hollow-point bullet, and I also broke his fingers and arm."

Hearing this, Sam asked, "You sure it's not a personal vendetta?"

Mountain Eagle shook his head decisively and said, "Of course not, I don't hold grudges!"

Sam looked at Mountain Eagle's nonchalant expression, then shook his head helplessly and finally said, "The situation is a bit tricky now, but still within our abilities.

I need to hear your opinion before deciding the extent of the action."

Mountain Eagle knew that Sam's 'extent' wasn't about how to eliminate the opponents, but the level of risk the hostages inside could endure...

The world is unfair, and its most unfair aspect is reflected in how outsiders respond when an individual encounters problems...

This attitude determines the method people responsible for rescuing the kidnapped will use.

Whether Samantha is to emerge unharmed or can sustain a certain level of risk...

Whether to demand that operatives protect the hostage at all costs or rescue while ensuring their own safety.

These differences greatly impact the demands on the operatives.

Mountain Eagle was actually opposed to determining the intensity of the action based on the hostages' status...

Because, after fighting in the game for more than a decade and experiencing countless hostage rescues against numerous brutal kidnappers...

The only thing these operations convinced him of was that a 'resolute attitude' was the best solution to ensure hostages' safety.

Of course, in reality, negotiations are the main approach, after all, there are not that many kidnappers in the world reckless with their lives.

Kidnapping doesn't earn the death penalty, but going head-to-head with Special Forces almost certainly spells death.

However, once it comes to an assault rescue, 'resoluteness' is the best choice.

A resolute assault, a resolute kill; as long as the operatives' professional quality is strong enough and the tactical arrangement is sound, the so-called 'Russian-style rescue' is actually the mode with the highest hostage survival rate.

Seeing the slightly amused look in Sam's eyes, Mountain Eagle shook his head and said, "I guess you're not the kind of soldier from the movies, so I won't make it hard for you.

You take your men and deal with those mercenaries at the back door; I'll handle the frontal assault.

I don't have high demands for you; silently take out the guards outside the back, then when I'm raiding the main entrance, you and the sniper coordinate to stop those guys in the yard, preventing them from entering the exhibition hall to provide support. That's all."

"The rescue mission is mine!"

Mountain Eagle glanced at several Seals around him and said with a smile, "Will this be asking too much of you?"

Sam couldn't seem to gain the upper hand from Mountain Eagle no matter which angle he took, and with a complex expression, he shook his head and said, "You're right, it's not difficult for us, but how can you ensure that you can complete the mission?"

The exhibition hall is nearly 150 square meters, and we can't see the internal structure. Once you break through the door and can't locate the hostages immediately, the outcome may become extremely bad due to our forceful attack.

Upon hearing this, Mountain Eagle spread his hands and asked, "Do you have a better suggestion?"

Sam shook his head and said, "Not for the moment...

But if you give me time, for example, if we wait till daylight when the kidnappers start moving, there will be a chance for more detailed observation and finding opportunities for a closer attack."

Mountain Eagle couldn't tell Sam that his Crow had been observing the periphery of the exhibition hall for a while.

What's called an exhibition hall is actually similar to the snack shops commonly seen in the city. The wall-side positions are filled with display cabinets containing various gift-boxed items, and the middle of the hall has several rows of glass podiums with smoked fish, fish slices, shrimp, squid strips, and other such items...

Samantha was tied up, curled in the corner between two display cabinets.

And there sat Martin Li in a suit on a chair, anxiously smoking cigarettes; of the six Bodyguards, four were dozing on the podium, while the other two sat beside Martin Li, occasionally turning on flashlights to check on Samantha...

If Mountain Eagle could quietly approach the entrance of the exhibition hall, he was confident he could handle those people...

Facing Sam's doubts, Mountain Eagle pretended to hesitate for a few seconds, then firmly shook his head and said, "We don't have time. Nobody knows what these kidnappers will do after dawn.

By then, the nearby market will surely gather a lot of people, which indeed can provide us with cover but also create more obstacles in our firefight.

We must complete the hostage rescue operation before dawn..."

Sam listened, and nodded slightly, saying, "You've decided, let's do it!

We will silently take out the backdoor guards and then intercept the Mercenaries inside the courtyard...

We need to sync our radio frequencies; can your equipment..."

Mountain Eagle waved his hand and said, "No problem, our radios can be compatible with your signals...

Prepare for 30 minutes, and start the operation on my command!"

After saying this, Mountain Eagle gestured to Butcher and Daria, and the three went to the van to sort out the needed equipment. To Sam's surprise, they blindfolded the tailor and Robbin, tied them up securely, and made them lie across on the vehicle floor.

As Mountain Eagle led Balang away, he made a silence gesture to the mysteriously smiling Sam, and then disappeared into the darkness with Butcher and Daria...

Sam stared at the van for a while, thinking that the two important pieces of information that had cost them heavy casualties were inside, and pondering Mountain Eagle's strange actions, he hinted at something...

As Mountain Eagle approached the target, he slowly began to adjust his state...

Balang, as if knowing what Mountain Eagle was about to do, followed Mountain Eagle's steps silently with its tongue out.

The three made a circle, bypassing the inside of the dilapidated seafood market, and hid in a shadow, looking at the area across a road more than ten meters wide, lit by dim street lights...

Separated by a wrought iron fence, one could see that in front of the exhibition hall was a parking lot that could fit six vehicles, now filled with cars, plus three Pickup trucks parked next to the fence on the street side.

Mountain Eagle, next to the rolling shutter door of a seafood shop, held the radio and asked, "Pigeon, can you see the guards at the main entrance?"

"Very clearly!"

Mountain Eagle carefully observed the guards' positions and asked, "Pigeon, how many guards do you think you can take out?"

After thinking for a bit, Pigeon replied, "Boss, it depends on what you need. One is definitely no problem, two might alert the people inside the exhibition hall, and three would definitely alarm others..."

Butcher glanced at his AK-105; even with a silencer and subsonic bullets, the gun still wasn't quiet. It could only ensure normal use without damaging hearing but was not guaranteed not to alert the enemy.

Looking at the completely exposed wrought iron fence, Butcher said in a lowered voice, "Boss, what do you plan to do?

To take them out silently, we need to make them open the wrought iron gate and come out. We can find a way to create some noise and have them come out to check.

The middle Pickup parked outside looks newer; it should have an alarm..."

Mountain Eagle knew what Butcher meant, triggering the Pickup's alarm to draw the guards out for inspection, and then it would be possible to take out one or two people...

This approach was not impossible to try, but it was fraught with uncertainties.

Seeing Mountain Eagle shake his head, Daria hesitated and said, "Can I try?"

Mountain Eagle looked at Daria wanting to remove her tactical vest, and shook his head, "Forget it, if I were in this place in the middle of the night and saw a scantily clad Russian beauty appear before me, my first thought would definitely be that I've seen a ghost."

Saying so, Mountain Eagle turned up Golden Cicada's power to the maximum, carefully pinpointed the position of the people inside the exhibition hall, then patted Butcher's shoulder, and the three retreated a dozen meters, slipping into a dark alley...

Watching Mountain Eagle remove his tactical backpack and take off his tactical vest, Butcher said in astonishment, "Boss, are you planning to..."

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