As Qiao Ni-ma led his men into the compound, two vans sped away from the scene.
Across the street, a black sedan suddenly rolled down its window.
"Damn, Da Fan, you were right. After staking out for so many days, we've stumbled upon a huge scoop!
More than ten thugs broke into Gao Fei Cosmetics Factory at night. If we get this on camera, it'll be a massive hit!"
From the driver's seat, a young man in his twenties raised his binoculars, looking at the dark figures entering the old factory area. His voice was a mixture of shock and excitement.
Beside him in the passenger seat, a man of similar age was rapidly preparing his filming equipment.
Cheng Fan adjusted his pinhole camera and follow-up camera, chuckling, "In our line of work, what matters most is patience and sensitivity to all hot topics.
Feng Kun-lin swindled Gao Fei out of six million yuan and made things difficult for him at every turn. In the end, Gao Fei used the media to launch a public opinion counterattack against Feng Kun-lin.
The two are already in a no-holds-barred situation, and a major conflict is bound to erupt between them.
Now that Gao Fei has contacted the raw material supplier, he's likely preparing to resume production. Feng Kun-lin won't stand idly by; he'll definitely make some moves.
Whether the people who broke into the factory were sent by Feng Kun-lin is no longer important. Our biggest victory is getting this exclusive news."
Cheng Fan, who had been in the industry for three years, was indeed a rising star among paparazzi.
He analyzed the feuds between celebrities and the conflicts of prominent figures with sound reasoning.
Meanwhile, Zhong Da-you, a newcomer in the driver's seat, listened to his teachings with humility.
After finishing his equipment, Cheng Fan woke up a colleague in the back to drive.
He then led Zhong Da-you over the fence into the factory, following the group of thugs to capture the breaking news firsthand.
Inside the old cosmetics factory.
Qiao Ni-ma, leading over a dozen men, navigated the factory area with practiced ease, heading towards the center.
Feng Kun-lin, the former factory director, was his brother-in-law, and he would undoubtedly be very familiar with the old factory.
Simply put, Qiao Ni-ma knew exactly how many cameras were installed on each road within the factory grounds and where the hidden cameras were located.
After a stealthy approach, they finally reached the dividing line between the warehouse and the workshop.
Qiao Ni-ma stopped, and the subordinates behind him also crouched in the grass.
"A Xin, Da Gou, come here!"
He called out in a low voice. Two young men, wearing masks and hats, slowly moved forward.
"Boss, what's the plan?"
Qiao Ni-ma waved his hand, not acting immediately, but instead giving instructions, "You two have been inside the factory before and are familiar with the surveillance locations. Go scout out how many personnel are on duty in the workshop and the warehouse."
"Okay!"
The two nodded in understanding, cautiously emerged from the grass, and then disappeared from everyone's sight.
A few minutes later, they returned one after another.
A Xin, who returned first, reported, "Boss, there's still only one person on duty in the workshop, no extra security has been arranged."
He also thoughtfully pointed out the location of the duty personnel.
Da Gou, who had just returned, took a deep breath and said, "Boss, manpower has been increased in the warehouse. It's gone from the original ten people to fifteen, and the entire warehouse is surrounded by them."
Hearing the news brought back by the two, Qiao Ni-ma frowned slightly.
He squatted on the ground, contemplating for a moment, then gave his orders, "A Xin, take two men to the workshop. Cause as much commotion as possible to draw the warehouse security over.
Once you've made noise, we'll act immediately. When the warehouse security leaves, you guys run."
"Yes, Boss!"
A Xin didn't ask any further questions. He picked out two alert young men from their village and led them towards the workshop.
As soon as they left, Da Gou, standing beside him, asked in confusion, "Boss, why are we splitting up? Why don't we just go for it together and hit both places?"
Qiao Ni-ma glared at him, but still patiently explained, "The workshop has the strictest fire and theft prevention measures. It would take at least half an hour to cause any damage.
The warehouse has more security because the director cut corners during its construction; it's easier to break into."
"Understood, understood!"
Da Gou replied, not daring to ask more.
As the brother-in-law, Qiao Ni-ma was also very clear about the situation in different areas of the old factory.
Previously, Feng Kun-lin had prioritized the workshop construction to embezzle funds.
The protective facilities for the warehouse construction had all been pocketed by the old crook Feng.
Seeing that the time was right, Qiao Ni-ma also led his men to stealthily approach the warehouse.
After they left, Cheng Fan and Zhong Da-you, who had been hiding behind, immediately emerged from the shadows and followed them.
The cameras in their hands and the camera on their chests were continuously recording.
...
After nightfall, the old factory, acquired by Gao Fei, finally came alive. Security personnel were on duty in all important areas of the factory.
The compound was no longer deserted and quiet as before, like a haunted factory.
At 1:10 AM, in the factory warehouse.
Qiao Ni-ma and his men hid in the garden in front of the warehouse.
Except for him, the younger men beside him held their breath, very nervous as this was their first job.
As the minutes ticked by.
Finally, commotion suddenly erupted from the workshop area, accompanied by shouts and curses.
The security guards stationed in front of the warehouse all heard the noise. Half of them ran towards the workshop area, leaving six to guard the spot.
"Move!"
Qiao Ni-ma gave the order.
More than ten men charged out from the garden.
When the on-duty security guards saw a group of people charging aggressively from the garden, they were momentarily stunned.
As they quickly regained their senses and were about to draw their weapons and shout for help.
More than ten strong young men immediately swung the steel pipes in their hands towards the six guards.
"Ouch!"
Muffled groans echoed as all six guards were knocked to the ground.
"Quick, move!"
Qiao Ni-ma, wearing a hood, yelled, pulled a Molotov cocktail from his backpack, lit it with a lighter, and accurately threw it towards the warehouse.
With a bang!
The Molotov cocktail shattered on the ground, and flames erupted along with the flowing gasoline.
The eleven young men followed his lead, lighting their Molotov cocktails and all throwing them towards the warehouse.
A few of the young men were very skilled, throwing their Molotov cocktails accurately into the warehouse, earning them the title of 'best bomber'.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of breaking bottles continued.
In an instant, the entire warehouse was engulfed in roaring flames.
"Run!"
Qiao Ni-ma roared and sprinted towards their pre-arranged escape route, with the young men close behind.
As he and his men rendezvoused with the three led by A Xin, the factory security guards immediately pursued them on electric bikes.
Boom!
A loud explosion suddenly came from the warehouse, caused by chemical agents reacting with the flames.
Cheng Fan and Zhong Da-you, hiding in the garden, watched the raging fire engulfing the warehouse and heard the explosion from within.
Both were stunned, not expecting these people to be so ruthless.
At the same time, in a residential area two streets away.
A team from the Criminal Investigation Brigade was escorting six criminals who had been running underground gambling dens in the southern part of the city out of the compound.
Just as the criminals were being loaded into the vehicles, the entire team heard the explosion that suddenly occurred in the night.
Wang De-sheng and Ge Qing froze, then looked with shock towards the old cosmetics factory.