Chapter 92 Goods
The apartment building was U-shaped and had ten floors. The first five were rented out to residents, while Tama Riyadi’s men occupied the sixth and seventh. The eighth floor housed an ice-making factory, the ninth a warehouse, and the tenth contained Tama Riyadi’s residence and safe house.
Considering that most of the building’s residents were likely drug addicts, the threat posed by these so-called "civilians" had to be considered. Illegal firearms were rampant here. Even if these addicts couldn’t produce automatic rifles, they could still pull out a few small handguns or homemade shotguns. Failing that, everyone had a machete.
At the moment, our biggest advantage is that the enemy can’t use the surveillance system, Li Ang thought. They can only communicate through a limited number of walkie-talkies. As long as we avoid large-scale engagements and stick to guerrilla warfare, depleting their effective strength, we’ll eventually wear them down.
Li Ang gathered his thoughts and, holding his gun, casually walked to the door. He first swept the hallway left and right with the muzzle, making sure it was clear of enemies before stepping out and advancing along the wall.
Footsteps echoed from the distant staircase—gang members, presumably drawn by the recent gunshots.
Li Ang reached into his inventory, pulled out the Ruitu Military knife 300, and used its lock-picking tool to quickly pry open a nearby apartment door.
Inside was a family of three: a man, a woman, and a child, huddling together at the far end of the living room, trembling as they watched the operator break in.
Li Ang gave them a cold glance and waved his hand dismissively.
The relieved family hurried into a side bedroom and locked the door with a bang.