Chapter 751: Night Battle in a Foreign Land

The Northern Company's staff dormitory was formerly the No. 3 branch of a large tractor repair plant in Moscow, which was simply renovated after being leased by the Northern Company.

The original dozen or so factory buildings were converted into warehouses, while the old office building was renovated into staff dormitories. The staff dormitories here only have two specifications: four-person rooms and two-person rooms; the beds, however, are not bad, as they are all Simmons soft mattresses.

He Zheng shares a room with Qin Tianzhen, while the remaining four insisted on squeezing into this four-person room, saying that there is safety in numbers, and refused to move to the spacious two-person rooms.

The warehouse that was burned down last time is not in this courtyard; that one was located in the city center, and it was rented there originally just for the convenience of supplying the shopping mall.

The warehouse area here is a large courtyard, surrounded by brick walls over three meters high, with barbed wire stretched across the top of the walls. This place is located at the urban-rural fringe of Moscow, in a remote and desolate area.

In the early hours of the morning, everyone still in their sleep was startled awake by the roar of motorcycles. It wasn't the sound of one or two, but dozens of motorcycles roaring together, the *tut-tut-tut* of the engines approaching from afar, making one's eardrums tremble.

It was the "Red Square Skinheads" who had arrived, a full forty-plus people, each riding a motorcycle. The group parked their bikes, and one after another pulled AK-47 assault rifles out of their large backpacks, immediately attaching bayonets to the guns.

The people in the Northern Company dormitory had long been awakened by the motorcycle sounds, and He Yuzhu was no exception. He still hasn't revealed his identity to this day, only having He Zheng request a room for him, telling outsiders only that He Zheng needed to handle some private matters.

As soon as He Yuzhu heard the motorcycle sounds, he knew it was people sent by Liu Ye. He didn't even take off his clothes, rolled over and got up in one motion, opened the back window, and jumped out.

He Zheng had also woken up; he took Qin Tianzhen and walked into the dormitory where Yi Xiaotian and the other three were staying. No one dared to turn on the lights, and the room was pitch black.

Xiao Du peeked out through the window crack, but could see nothing in the darkness. Seeing He Zheng enter, he asked with a trembling voice, "Manager He, are these people... coming for us?"

"How would I know?" He Zheng shook his head, but his hands didn't stop, loading bullets into a Type 54 pistol in the dark; the crisp sound of metal colliding was exceptionally harsh in the silence, "Anyway, if they dare to climb over the wall, I dare to open fire."

"But we... don't have any weapons in our hands, what do we do?" Xiao Du was so anxious his voice changed pitch, and cold sweat from his forehead streamed down the bridge of his nose.

He Zheng's tone was flat: "No need to panic, I've already deployed men."

"Deployed men? You lied to us on the train, and you're still lying to us in this godforsaken place? He Zheng, you bastard, what are you planning?" Xiao Du's composure broke on the spot, and he growled in a suppressed voice.

Hearing this, He Zheng flared up instantly, kicked Xiao Du down onto the bed, and cursed: "I said I deployed them, so I did, believe it or not! What's the use of you yelling blindly now? Does fighting with me save your life?"

Xiao Du was choked into silence, his lips trembling twice, but he ultimately didn't dare to make another sound.

Yi Xiaotian and Ivan also crowded to the window, both holding their breath, staring fixedly at the direction of the perimeter wall. Yi Xiaotian's palms were full of sweat and his face was pale, yet he said nothing. He knew He Zheng too well; if this man said he had deployed people, it would never be empty talk.

Ivan fished a fishing rod out of his backpack and said in a deep voice, "If anyone dares to come in, I'll fight them to the death."

In the shadows outside the dormitory, a figure stood quietly; it was He Yuzhu. At this moment, a trace of excitement actually welled up in his heart; it had been too long since he had fought to his heart's content, and tonight was just the right time to stretch his muscles, otherwise, he would really start to feel old.

In fact, he was not old at all; by drinking the Spirit Spring Water from his space year-round, his Physical Function was no different from a young man in his twenties. His gaze swept across the entire courtyard, and he was like an old wolf lurking in the dark—patient, calm, and carrying a lethal murderous aura.

The leader of this "Red Square Skinheads" group was named Boris, nicknamed the Lone Wolf of Red Square. Liu Ye had really spent a fortune this time, giving this organization fifty thousand US dollars directly to have them take care of these few people from the Northern Company.

This group took money to do the job and didn't ask about the other party's background, simply organizing forty-plus people to rush over, not taking He Zheng and his group seriously at all.

Of course, they were not without reliance; there was a sharpshooter in the team named Igor, a former special forces soldier with extremely accurate marksmanship, who was said to be able to hit a cigarette butt from three hundred meters away and a bottle cap from five hundred meters away.

He Yuzhu waited quietly for their next move.

At the base of the eastern wall, Igor was attaching silencers to his sniper rifle and pistol, tightening, checking, and tightening again, his movements unhurried.

Coincidentally, He Yuzhu was doing the same thing, screwing a Silencer onto his pistol. Unless absolutely necessary, he didn't want to use a gun tonight. After all, this was in a foreign land; even if these people were no good, once the Soviet Union government noticed and a diplomatic dispute broke out, it would be troublesome and would instead cause trouble for the Northern Company.

Just then, a black shadow vaulted over the wall. This person was Igor, dressed in a black combat uniform, his face covered by a mask, revealing only a pair of eyes, and carrying a sniper rifle in his hand.

He Yuzhu understood instantly that this person wanted to seize the high ground. Not far behind the dormitory was a water tower, twenty or thirty meters high, with a platform on top, which was the place with the best view in the entire courtyard. If one lay prone on it, the entire dormitory area would be within his shooting range. It seemed these people who came were truly not a rabble.

He had to be taken out before he climbed up.

He Yuzhu lowered his body and moved to meet him silently. Igor headed straight for the water tower, his footsteps fast and light. But He Yuzhu was closer to the water tower; he rushed over diagonally, and both were initially blocked by the buildings, not seeing each other, until they stopped in their tracks simultaneously when they were about ten meters apart.

The battle-hardened Igor suddenly sensed danger and abruptly raised his sniper rifle, the pitch-black muzzle pointing straight at He Yuzhu.

But it was already too late.

He Yuzhu had long since thrown a Flying Knife.

"Puchi!"

The Flying Knife plunged straight into Igor's neck, the tip piercing through the other side and bringing out a smear of dark red. Igor never imagined that he, a veteran of many battles, would meet his end in such a way.

He made a few muffled sounds in his throat, his body fell to the ground with a *thud*, and he kept twitching. He Yuzhu stepped forward quickly, and with a thought, directly collected the person into his space.

Afterwards, he sprinted to the base of the wall where the barbed wire had been cut. This group would mostly likely come in from here, and He Yuzhu was also puzzled—why didn't they just charge in through the main gate when they were making such a big scene?

He didn't wait long before three people climbed over the wall; before they could even stand steady, they were collected into the space by He Yuzhu.

The Skinheads outside the wall didn't notice anything unusual at all, continuing to climb over in groups of three. After twelve people had entered in succession, the people outside finally felt something was wrong.

A small leader lowered his voice and said, "Why is there no movement from the people who jumped in?"

Another person with a rough voice said dismissively, "What are you blathering about? They've gone in, do they have to report to you? They must have run far away."

That person said no more.

Immediately after, six more people climbed over the wall and were collected by He Yuzhu as usual. The small leader became even more anxious: "There must be an ambush inside! I told my cousin Vasili to make bird calls after getting in, but he hasn't made a sound!"

The rough voice also sensed the abnormality and said immediately, "Mikhail, you get on the wall and take a look!"

Mikhail slung his AK-47 onto his back, took a few running steps, climbed directly onto the wall, and sat on top of it to look into the courtyard. This area was blocked by a warehouse, and he couldn't see anything except for the dozen or so meters nearby.

"It's fine inside, everyone has gone to the dormitory side, hurry up and come in!" After saying this, he pushed off with both hands and jumped down.

The moment his feet touched the ground, a person appeared before his eyes. Just as he was about to cry out in surprise, he was chopped unconscious by He Yuzhu with a palm strike and then collected into the space.

People started jumping down from the wall again; in a few minutes, many more people climbed in one after another, all of whom were dealt with by He Yuzhu one by one.

Counting them up, including the sniper, thirty-one people had already entered the courtyard, and no one else climbed over the wall after that.

He Yuzhu stood at the base of the wall and listened intently. There were still people talking in low voices outside the wall; they should be the ones responsible for the backup.

He flashed into his space, changed into the clothes of one of them—black clothes, mask, black hat—and stood there, looking exactly like the "Red Square Skinheads" outside.

He thought for a moment, then jumped over the wall to go out, but before his feet touched the ground, the system sounded an alarm: "There is a sniper, hide immediately!"