Livestream Conflict-solver: The Whole Internet Begs Me for Justice!

100: First, find someone to borrow your identity.The ferrari, like a red bolt of lightning, slid out of the Municipal Bureau’s underground garage and rejoined the late-night traffic flow.

The atmosphere inside the car, however, was completely different from moments ago.

An Yang sat in the back seat, clutching the QCW-05 suppressed submachine gun, running his hands over it lovingly.

He was in a state of extreme excitement, his eyes shining, practically screaming ”I want to fight” without saying a word.

”Brother Ze! Should we charge in right now?” An Yang lowered his voice, his tone brimming with uncontrollable excitement.

”Just like Director Li said, we sneak in, find the hostages, and then I’ll throw a flashbang through the window! Chen Hu has great marksmanship, he’ll be responsible for taking them out! We’ll coordinate inside and out, and fight our way through them seven times!”

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, as if he could already see the heroic scene of himself spraying bullets and capturing all the criminals in one sweep.

Zhang Ze, who was driving, hadn’t spoken yet, but Chen Hu, in the passenger seat, coldly uttered four words.

”Stupid. Suicide.”

An Yang’s excitement was instantly doused with cold water. He was slightly unconvinced: ”Why is it suicide? We have guns, we are professionals!”

Chen Hu’s gaze remained fixed straight ahead, his voice completely level, as if stating a physics formula.

”The security for the ’World of Ultimate Bliss’ was designed by former Israeli Shin Bet members. Three layers of infrared sensors on the perimeter, seamless internal surveillance, narrow corridors, and at least twenty cross-fire points.”

”All guards are equipped with submachine guns and bulletproof vests.”

”The frontal assault you propose—from the moment you throw the flashbang, we have a seventeen-second window before we are riddled with bullets coming from at least four directions.”

An Yang listened, stunned, opening his mouth but unable to utter a single rebuttal.

Professionalism, this was professionalism... ”Alright, Iron Pot.”

Zhang Ze glanced at An Yang through the rearview mirror.

”That’s why we call you Iron Pot; it’s because you’re thick-headed. We are here to save people, not to throw away our lives.”

”Then... then what should we do?” An Yang wilted.

”Who said we were going to force our way in?” Zhang Ze curled his lips into an amused smile. ”Forcing entry is for reckless fools; it’s neither elegant nor efficient.”

”We are going to walk in using the most brazen method possible.”

He steered the wheel with one hand and used the other to take his phone out of his pocket, pull up a photo, and hand it to Chen Hu in the passenger seat.

The photo showed a young man in his twenties with crudely dyed yellow hair and a puffy face hollowed out by excessive drinking and pleasure. He was hugging two girls with ’influencer’ faces, winking at the camera, looking both stupid and malicious.

”Meet Sun Peng, also known as Young Master Sun.”

Zhang Ze introduced him. ”He is the only son of Sun Defa, the real estate tycoon of Jianghai City, a standard profligate who excels at drinking, gambling, and womanizing.”

”He is also a top-tier member of the ’World of Ultimate Bliss,’ and one of the most important buyers at tonight’s ’auction.’”

Chen Hu’s eyes immediately sharpened. He instantly understood Zhang Ze’s intention.

An Yang in the back seat leaned over for a look, realization dawning on him: ”Brother Ze, you mean... we replace him?”

”Bingo.” Zhang Ze snapped his fingers.

”What we need to do is not act like sneaky rats, but like distinguished guests who spend lavishly. We will walk in openly, sit in the best seats, and observe up close exactly what these scumbags are up to.”

An Yang was excited: ”Great idea! Brother Ze! Should we go find Young Master Sun now? And tie him up?”

”Tying him up is too crude.”

Zhang Ze shook his head. The ferrari turned the wheel and entered a more secluded, tree-lined path. ”According to the latest intelligence sent by Dragon Raises Head, Young Master Sun is currently gambling heavily at a private club called ’Yujingxuan.’”

”Our plan is simple,” Zhang Ze’s smile held a hint of mischievous excitement, ”We replace him.”

The ferrari stopped in a hidden corner. Not far ahead was a brightly lit, classical-looking luxury clubhouse.

Zhang Ze turned his head to look at his two teammates.

”Ice Block, your mission is to infiltrate, find the surveillance room, provide us with visibility, and, if necessary, create a ’small accident.’”

Chen Hu nodded, opened the door, and got out without a word. His tall figure instantly merged into the darkness, vanishing without a trace, like a drop of water dissolving into the ocean.

Zhang Ze straightened his suit, unbuttoned the top button of his collar, and put on his gold-rimmed glasses.

Instantly, the sharp aura of a special agent vanished, replaced by the lazy, refined air of a wealthy young master.

He flashed a roguish smile at the rearview mirror.

”Alright, now it’s time for the trump card to make his entrance.”

”I’m going to... borrow his identity.”

Zhang Ze opened the door and stepped out.

He didn’t walk straight to the clubhouse entrance; instead, he walked around to the passenger side and personally opened the door for An Yang.

”Get out, Iron Pot.”

”Huh? Brother Ze, aren’t I supposed to wait here as backup?”

An Yang looked confused, still tightly clutching the submachine gun in his hands.

”Get out when I tell you to. We need to commit to the role.”

Zhang Ze pulled An Yang out of the car, casually took the gun from his arms, and tucked it back under the seat.

Then, he walked behind An Yang, placed both hands on his shoulders, and forced him to bend slightly at the waist.

”From now on, you are my personal bodyguard and driver.”

”Remember, speak little, nod often, keep your expression cold, and your eyes fierce. You need to look professional at first glance, understand?” Zhang Ze instructed quickly in a low voice.

An Yang nodded blankly, trying hard to imitate Chen Hu’s perpetually icy expression, but only ended up turning his face red from the effort.

Zhang Ze patted his back approvingly, then pulled several thick stacks of hundred-yuan notes from his pocket, stuffing some into An Yang’s inner suit pocket and keeping the rest for himself.

”Let’s go, my bodyguard, sir.”

The greeters and waiters at the entrance of ”Yujingxuan” had long since noticed the loud red ferrari.

When they saw Zhang Ze and An Yang approaching, a beautiful manager wearing a qipao immediately stepped forward to greet them.

”Good evening, sir. Do you have a reservation?” The manager’s smile was professional and sweet.

Zhang Ze did not speak, he merely waved the thick stack of bills in his hand.

The manager’s eyes lit up, and her smile became even warmer: ”Sir, please come inside.”

Zhang Ze walked ahead with steady steps, while An Yang, imitating a movie bodyguard, lagged half a step behind him, his eyes vigilantly scanning the surroundings. The fierce look he tried so hard to maintain only made him appear slightly comical.