Under the confident, enthusiastic gaze of the bearded captain, Lu Xin was defeated.
Although the sudden change had caught even him off guard, they were already inside, so he could only go along with it for now.
He turned to look around and saw that the courtyard had already fallen silent.
All the armed bodyguards had been taken down. Some were dead, and others were injured.
When the armed police stormed in, those who had been too frightened to resist and had thrown down their guns had gotten off lightly. They had only been kicked down and pinned to the ground. But those who had been brave and loyal enough to refuse to surrender—and even dared to open fire—were now thoroughly dead.
More than a dozen private soldiers had been dealt with in an instant, yet not a single member of the armed police had been injured.
It had to be admitted: this had been an exceptionally clean operation.
Judging by their original identities, the bearded captain and his men truly deserved to be called elite soldiers.
But why did a special contamination incident require their support?
Lu Xin thought helplessly:
After these successive major incidents, Qinggang really is nearing its limit.
The private soldiers in the courtyard had already been subdued. Several special police officers were crouching on the ground, aiming separately at the living room and the upstairs windows.
They looked eager to make a move, debating whether they should storm inside.
But Lu Xin could not possibly let them take that risk again. There might be something else inside the villa.
For them, rushing in recklessly could very well expose them to unnecessary danger.
"You stay here and keep watch over the courtyard. Keep an eye on these people."
"If anything changes, open fire immediately."