"Hey, Numbers 4, 14, and 10, did you hear anything? Where is the sound coming from? Over!" Not long after, the deep voice came through the earpiece again. This time, it seemed like he wasn't panting anymore. It seemed that his endurance wasn't that great, as it hadn't even been twenty minutes yet.

"Huzi, Number 4 didn't find anything... Over!"

"Huzi, Number 10 heard something, seems to be coming from the west... Over!"

"Huzi, Number 14 reporting, there's movement on the 13th floor... Over!" The reports from the sentinels came one after another, and Hong Tao also said a sentence with a thick tongue.

"Who was in charge of clearing the 13th floor? The one on the 3rd floor, stop sleeping and speak up!" The person called Huzi immediately roared.

"Huzi, it was me leading the fifth team to clear... Over!" Someone quickly admitted.

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"Fatty, what can I say about you? Two households were missed in Building 8 the day before yesterday, and it was your team that cleared it, right? How can you be lazy about this kind of thing? Aren't you afraid of death? Take your men up there and take a look. I'll be watching here by the window. If you don't come out in ten minutes, report to the basement tomorrow!"

Huzi was very angry, but he still gave this person called Fatty a chance to reform. It seemed that this person was his trusted subordinate, as he had made two mistakes in a row and still hadn't been punished.

"Look, the lair of these guys is on the 5th floor of that building!" Hong Tao listened in his ear and kept scanning the dark shadows of the buildings outside with his eyes. Soon, he made a discovery. There was a light in a building diagonally across.

"It's Building 5, there's a small garden in front. Should we go now?" Sun Jianshe also saw it and immediately reported the building number, taking the steel crossbow off his back.

"Yeah, no rush, let's wait a bit longer!" Hong Tao didn't move, still staring intently at that spot.

A few minutes later, three figures walked out of Building 5, each holding a flashlight, swaying as they walked towards them. Hong Tao couldn't tell which one was Fatty, but there wasn't anyone too fat. At the same time, the lights in the rooftop room went out.

"Let's do this, let them reach the top floor of Building 13 before we go and block them. It's more than 20 floors, and there's no elevator. Climbing up and then coming back down, tsk tsk, these bastards will be exhausted!"

By now, Hong Tao had a rough idea in his mind. Building 5 was the hideout of this group of people, roughly located in the middle of the residential area. The building he was in was Building 14, and to the east were Buildings 13, 12, 11, and 10, while to the north were Buildings 4, 3, and 2.

Among them, Buildings 4, 3, and 10 had sentinels, and together with Building 14, they formed the first line of defense on the west and south sides of the residential area. Moreover, this line of defense was on the outside, so as long as they didn't make too much noise, they shouldn't notice any changes inside the residential area, such as Building 12.

Sun Jianshe's son lived in Building 6, close to the north side of the residential area. They couldn't go over there now and could only wait until after clearing this group of people. Anyway, it had been so many days, a few more hours wouldn't make a difference.

"Do you know anything about the basement of Building 5?" There was one more thing that needed to be verified. Huzi mentioned it earlier. If Fatty slacked off again, he would be sent to the basement.

"Uh... the property company is on the first basement floor..." Sun Jianshe originally lived here and was quite familiar with most of the facilities in the residential area. After thinking for a moment, he gave an answer.

"Yeah, that's right. The guy I killed was wearing stab-proof clothing, but it's different from the police's equipment. It should be from the security guards of the residential area. The equipment definitely came from the property company, and there should be someone from the property company among this group. By the way, do you know if there's a guy with a beard in the property company?"

"There is! There's a deputy manager with a beard on his chin. He's related to me, but this guy is very domineering. He's always with a few security guards at the entrance, causing trouble with the residents over parking spaces. My son said he even got into a fight and injured a resident. But the police station didn't do much to him, just kept him overnight and let him go... Do you know him?" Sun Jianshe found a suitable candidate without even thinking and also knew some of his deeds.

"The leader of this group is called Huzi, it might just be him!" Alright, the last piece of the puzzle was in place. Hong Tao felt that he was getting closer and closer to Sherlock Holmes. Even if the real Holmes came, he would only be at this level!

"Well, this isn't serving the owners, it's specifically causing trouble!" Sun Jianshe pointed to Hong Tao's handheld radio and then to the room where Jiao San was staying. Finally, he understood. Besides admiring the leader's abilities, he also felt emotional. Come to think of it, if it weren't for the people in the residential area, how could they have occupied this place and be so familiar with the environment?

No wonder Huzi was angry. Fatty was really slow in doing things. It had been half an hour, and they still hadn't reached the rooftop. If Hong Tao was asked how he knew, he would say he used his eyes. They were searching floor by floor, and by looking at the flashlight beams, he could roughly estimate their progress."San, you stay here and handle the radio... This is their channel, keep switching back and forth, but don't mess up the stations. Sun Ge and I are going to the building next door to take out the enemies, you understand? If we get exposed, we'll retreat from here. Keep an eye on that bastard across the way, if you get a chance, shoot him dead!"

After about another ten minutes, they finally saw some light on the top floors. Hong Tao, with Sun Dacheng, returned to the bedroom and gave Jiao San a few instructions. Without waiting for his response, they turned and headed downstairs.

Han Liyong, nicknamed Han Fatty, had been in Beijing for three years, working as a security guard in a residential community.

The job didn't pay much and was full of troubles. Every day, he watched the residents in their designer clothes and fancy cars, handsome men and beautiful women, coming and going. Despite living in the same environment, none of the things around him, none of the happiness, none of the vanity belonged to him. It all seemed so out of reach, causing a great psychological gap.

In his second year, he met a sweet-looking, lively girl. Every time she passed the gate, she would smile at him. Later, he found out that she smiled at everyone, but at that time, he thought the smile was only for him.

The two gradually got to know each other through greetings, small talks, and helping with package deliveries. The girl's surname was Wang, one year younger than him, also a migrant worker from the same hometown, working in a real estate agency, and sharing a rented house with her colleagues.

After gathering courage for four or five months, Han Liyong finally asked the girl out for dinner. She accepted. That meal was the sweetest he had ever had in his twenty-six years, even though it was just at a small roadside restaurant.

But that meal also turned out to be the most regrettable one in his life. The girl saw through his intentions and clearly told him that it was impossible. She had left her hometown to pursue a better life, while Han Liyong had no diploma, no skills, and even his looks were mediocre. He had nothing to do with a better life.

The girl left, her smile still as sweet as ever. Han Liyong got drunk, his heart full of hatred.

He hated the girl's decisiveness, why she had to belittle him so much. He hated his parents' incompetence, why they didn't become officials or businessmen instead of farming. He hated the stinginess of his company's leaders, who had houses and cars but paid him so little. He hated the materialism of society, where everything was measured by money, which was exactly what he lacked. He hated everyone, everyone who lived a better life than him...

That night, when he returned to the dormitory, bolstered by alcohol, he scratched two cars parked in the dark. The next morning, before he even woke up, he was taken away by the police. He had no money to compensate, his job was definitely gone, and detention was inevitable.

Later, he heard from his cousin Sun Dacheng that he was lucky not to have scratched the third car, which was worth more than two million. If he had, it would have been more than just a public security detention.

His cousin also worked in the property management company, but was doing much better than him. He was in charge of more than ten security guards and had a group of fierce-looking friends. His methods were wild, even the property manager had to give him some respect, and he scolded the residents as if they were his grandchildren.

His job was found by his cousin. Now that he had lost his job, his cousin not only didn't blame him, but also got him a job as a security guard in his property management company. Although the salary was still not much, he could now make some extra money with his cousin.

It was then that Han Liyong realized that his cousin had long stopped relying on his salary. For example, he would act as a thug for others, collecting debts, intimidating, and extorting. Whatever made money, he would do it, and he was not alone. Among his group were fellow countrymen who also worked as security guards in other property management companies.