It was precisely because Qiu Tu had learned from Wu Yun about the firepower possessed by this United Front Special Operations Team that he dared to arrange today's plan.
By his estimation, even if Yan Chen had many trump cards up his sleeve, even if he was a Calamity Descendant of the "Life" Path, it would still be difficult for him to emerge unscathed against an attack by twenty Calamity Descendants and such overwhelming firepower.
Meanwhile.
As they adjusted their weapons, several of Wu Yun's trusted men chatted idly nearby.
One of them was a yellow-haired young man with a cigarette dangling from his lips. Looking rather unruly, he wiped down a Mortar Shell in his hand and asked, "Colonel, why do we have to attack Yan Chen here?"
"It's so early. The brothers still haven't woken up."
Wu Yun was a broad-backed, thick-waisted man.
A long scar stretched across his cheek like a centipede. Beginning at his left eye, it crossed the bridge of his nose and extended all the way to the edge of his right cheek, making him look especially frightening.
Hearing the yellow-haired youth, Wu Yun rumbled, "Sleep, sleep, sleep! All you fucking know how to do is sleep!"
"Our home got wiped out, and you still have the mood to sleep? Why don't you fucking sleep yourselves to death?"
Although the Alliance, as an Anti-Government Armed Forces organization, had its own structure, it was clearly rougher and more uninhibited.
Swearing, insults, and beatings were commonplace between superiors and subordinates.
So the yellow-haired youth did not take it to heart.
He said, "Colonel, we're just chatting. I'm only curious why we aren't attacking at night. It'd be more covert and safer that way."
At the yellow-haired youth's words, Wu Yun could not help recalling the God