Joja and the other two quickly crossed the stinky garbage dump and entered the complex of buildings made of corrugated iron.

Since Kaman was leading the way, Dorian voluntarily chose to be at the rear.

Joja always noticed the differences between people in situations like this.

To be honest, if it were a one-on-one situation, Joja felt that Dorian would definitely not be Kaman's match in this environment, because the old guy seemed too relaxed.

Walking among these similar-looking corrugated iron houses, Kaman didn't hesitate at all. His strong sense of direction and distance allowed him to never miss any Antar markings along the way.

But compared to Kaman's ease, Dorian appeared more professional, the kind of instinctive professionalism that comes from years of practice.

There were hardly any people on either side of the route marked by Antar, but Dorian always subconsciously turned around to search before following.

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At almost every intersection, this guy remained extremely vigilant, never relaxing his guard just because there were drones in the sky.

During their journey, Joja vaguely noticed something. Dorian was always observing the team's rear and Kaman's weak side. Every time they reached an intersection, Dorian would take a few quick steps forward before Kaman passed, providing cover for his weak side.

What was most interesting was that Dorian's gun never pointed in the same direction as Kaman's. He seemed to have a paranoid requirement for crossfire. Whenever Kaman slowed down, Dorian would step aside a few steps and form a crossfire with his gun.

Joja couldn't say for sure whether Dorian's approach was impressive or not, but with an attitude of constant learning, he imitated Dorian's actions and always kept his gun pointed to Kaman's right side while following him.

Because Kaman held his gun on his right hip, the muzzle always leaned towards the left. If an enemy appeared in front and to the right, Kaman's reaction would inevitably be a few tenths of a second slower.

Joja didn't know if he was doing the right thing, but he felt that Dorian didn't waste words and seemed to be more relaxed afterwards, so he thought he might have done something right.

The three-person assault team slowly developed a sense of tacit understanding during their quiet stealthy journey.

It wasn't that Kaman and Joja suddenly became professionals in such a short time, but doing this together gave them a strange sense of security that was hard to describe but definitely existed.

This must be the power of teamwork!

Dorian's presence made them understand how comfortable it was to never have to worry about their backs.

After about 20 minutes of navigating through the complex narrow roads, Joja and the others finally arrived at a small alley between two shops diagonally opposite the hotel.

Joja peeked his head into the dark alley. There were no streetlights on the main road of the town, and everything was dark except for a few lights in the hotel.

Two armed bodyguards stood on the inside of the hotel entrance, near the window, while the other three rested against the east wall of the hotel lobby.

There were also a few lights on the second floor of the hotel, but they couldn't see what was happening inside.

Dorian pulled Joja and Kaman back a few steps after they completely entered the alley. He pointed to the hotel across the street and whispered, "The Mori family's security consists of seven people in a team, working in two shifts, and they have one person protecting him 24/7.

There are five people in the lobby and two in the backyard.

The hotel's electricity relies on a diesel generator. I can go around to the back and take care of the two bodyguards, then destroy the generator.

As soon as the lights go out, you can launch the assault. It takes a few seconds for people's eyes to adjust to the darkness, which should be enough time for you to kill them all.

I will go up to the second floor from the back of the hotel. If the other bodyguards are alerted by your assault, I can attack them from behind.

Remember, the Mori family has booked the entire place, there are no other guests, and everyone inside is an enemy."

Joja shook his head and said, "Leave the people in the back to Lizard. He moves quietly."

Saying that, Joja handed the two grenades on him to Dorian and said, "You take these. You'll definitely use them better in a confined space."

Dorian weighed the grenades in his hand and nodded, saying, "Defensive grenades aren't very suitable for indoor use, but it's better to have them than not."

Joja glanced again and whispered, "Let's try not to use the grenades if we can. Most of Africa's black guys haven't heard the sound of a gun with a silencer. If our operation goes smoothly, we might be able to retreat before the people around us realize what's happening."

Saying that, Joja looked at Kaman and asked, "Lizard, are you okay?"

Kaman nodded and pulled down his night vision goggles. He silently slipped out of the alley like a snake, then circled around the corner of the building, staying close to the dead angle of the building's wall. He slipped into the alley next to the hotel within the range of the hotel's lights.

The whole process was completely silent. If Joja and Dorian didn't have night vision goggles, they wouldn't be able to see where he was at all.Taking advantage of Kaman's actions, Dorian looked at Joja incredulously and said, "Who is this guy? Where did he receive his training?"

Joja shrugged and said, "He received his training in the gunfire and rain of bullets in Africa. He didn't come from a professional background, and there are many things he doesn't understand, but I think he is the best warrior!"

Dorian nodded in agreement and whispered, "I think so too. At least I have never seen anyone carry 15 kilograms of equipment and still move so lightly. Shit, I can't see him anymore. Where did he go?"

Joja also couldn't see Kaman's figure. He instinctively pushed off the safety of his HK416 and positioned the scope to the side, aiming the muzzle towards the direction of the hotel, preparing for action.

Dorian pressed against the other side of the alley, holding his gun and forming a crossfire with Joja. He then made a calm gesture and whispered, "After the lights go out, we'll get closer to the hotel and start shooting. They won't be able to react in time."

"You take care of the windows, and I'll take care of 'knocking on the door'."

In the darkness, Joja naturally became nervous. The secretion of adrenaline amplified his senses.

With his concentration heightened, Joja seemed to be able to hear the idle chatter of the hotel's bodyguards. The positions of the guards, confirmed multiple times, were repeatedly replayed in his mind.

Dorian noticed that Joja's body was tense. He was about to remind the new boss not to be too nervous when the lights in the opposite hotel went out.

Before Dorian could speak, he saw Joja shoot out like an arrow released from a bow. He instinctively followed and rushed towards the hotel's entrance.

Just as Dorian was about to kick the door to attract attention and allow Joja to shoot through the window, he heard the crisp sound of glass being struck, like a spoon tapping against it.

"Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack."

Four subsonic bullets exploded four heads. When the last guy crouching in the corner tried to counterattack with his gun, he was shot in the thigh first, and then when his body bent to the side, a bullet hit his head.

In the instant that Dorian kicked open the door and rushed in, Joja had already flipped in through the window and was charging towards the staircase with his gun.

Dorian was amazed by this incredible shooting technique. Just as he was about to follow, he saw a black guy with a gun appear in a room on the side of the lobby...

Just as he was about to provide cover fire for Joja, who was preparing to go upstairs, he saw his boss hold a gun in his right hand, maintaining an attacking posture, and lightning-fast draw a silenced M9 from his lower back with his left hand. With one shot, he hit the black guy's head, and throughout the entire process, his footsteps never paused.