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

103: Entering ’Paradise’He looked at An Yang: ”Iron Pot, you are with me. We are Plan A. We will walk in openly through the main entrance. I will act as the prodigal young master, and you will act as my big, clumsy bodyguard.”

”Big, clumsy bodyguard?”

An Yang paused for a moment, then immediately puffed out his chest, ”No problem, Brother Ze! This is my specialty!”

”I know, that’s why I chose you.”

Zhang Ze smiled, then his expression turned serious as he looked toward Chen Hu.

”Ice Block, you are Plan B. You must use your infiltration experience to find the weakest link in the World of Ultimate Bliss and sneak in through the logistics channel or other entry points.”

”Your mission is more critical and more dangerous: cut off internal surveillance, scout the possible location where the hostages are held, and most importantly, lock down the location of the ’Snake Woman’. Do not expose yourself or engage in a firefight until you have absolute certainty.”

Chen Hu nodded.

”The logistics channels and garbage disposal ports of most high-end clubs are security blind spots, and employee shift changes offer the best window for infiltration. Leave it to me.”

With the plan finalized, Zhang Ze did not relax.

He parked the car on a quiet roadside, turned his head, and his expression was serious, more so than ever before.

”Ice Block, An Yang.”

Both men looked at him simultaneously.

”I have one standing order.”

”Especially you, Ice Block. Your mission is the most dangerous. Remember, no matter what happens inside, no matter what huge secret you uncover, protecting yourselves comes first. If the situation turns sour, retreat immediately, and we will think of another way.”

”I must bring every single one of my men out intact. Do you understand?”

Chen Hu looked at Zhang Ze, and the perpetual Ice Block expression on his face seemed to soften slightly.

He nodded heavily: ”Understood.”

”Don’t worry, Brother Ze! We are the ’trump card’ team!”

An Yang vigorously patted his chest... The next day, night fell.

In the suburbs, a large estate surrounded by dense forest was brightly lit, yet exuded an air of secluded mystery.

There were no exaggerated neon signs here, only a heavy, carved iron gate, and several security personnel in suits and wearing headsets standing at the entrance.

This was the World of Ultimate Bliss.

A beam of dazzling red headlights cut through the darkness, and the ferrari pulled into a parking spot.

The car door lifted upwards.

Zhang Ze stepped out of the driver’s seat.

He was wearing a top-tier Armani custom suit, without a tie, the top two buttons of his collar casually undone, gold-rimmed glasses resting on his nose, and a cynical smile hanging on his lips.

That lazy yet noble demeanor perfectly portrayed a lawless, top-tier dissolute young master.

In the passenger seat, An Yang also got out of the car.

He had changed into a crisp black suit, the tight fabric clearly outlining his explosive muscles.

He tried hard to imitate Chen Hu’s Ice Block face, frowning deeply and scanning his surroundings fiercely, resulting in him straining his face until it nearly cramped.

”Brother Ze, these clothes are too tight. I feel like I can barely breathe,” An Yang complained in a low voice.

”Shut up,” Zhang Ze said without turning his head.

”This is professionalism. Right now, you are not An Yang; you are my bodyguard, Iron Pot. Remember, speak less, glare more, and show your fiercest look.”

”Oh...” An Yang took a deep breath, trying hard to look fiercer, but ended up looking more like he was constipated.

Zhang Ze couldn’t be bothered with him. He pulled out the black serpentine card from his pocket, held it between his fingers, and swaggered directly toward the estate gate.

”Stop. Please present your invitation card.” The security personnel at the entrance reached out to block them.

Zhang Ze didn’t speak, he just flashed the card in his hand.

Upon seeing the card, the security personnel immediately adopted a respectful attitude and whispered something into his headset.

A moment later, the heavy iron gate slowly opened to both sides.

Zhang Ze curled his lips into a smirk and snapped his fingers at An Yang behind him.

”Iron Pot, follow me.”

”The show has begun.”

The only strange thing was that they didn’t check for weapons.

Inside the estate, the luxury was astonishing.

Crystal chandeliers hung from the dome, their brilliant light illuminating every face wearing various ornate masks.

Zhang Ze and An Yang also put on masks.

Well-dressed men and women held wine glasses, conversing quietly amid the melodious music. The air was thick with the scent of money and hormones.

Zhang Ze held a glass of champagne, gently swirling the drink with his fingers, his gaze sweeping the entire room like a radar.

[Eagle Eye Vision, activated.]

In his vision, the miniature cameras hidden in the corners and behind picture frames were instantly locked onto by red crosshairs.

The patrol routes of the bodyguards were clearly outlined by dynamic blue dotted lines.

”Iron Pot, stop looking around like a country bumpkin in the city.”

Zhang Ze said in a low voice without turning around.

”Wipe up your drool. You’re embarrassing me.”

An Yang immediately stood straight, straining his face, and managed to squeeze out: ”Yes, Brother Ze!”

He tried hard to make his eyes look as fierce as Chen Hu’s, but he ended up looking like he urgently needed the restroom.

Zhang Ze ignored him, focusing entirely on gathering intelligence.

On the first floor, there were four visible guards, eight hidden sentries, and twelve cameras—no blind spots.

The security level was higher than he had anticipated.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the estate, near the kitchen’s garbage disposal area.

A dark figure moved silently along the shadow at the base of the wall.

Chen Hu glanced at his wrist watch.

There were forty-five seconds until the next patrol arrived.

He located a maintenance opening in the ventilation duct.

Applying force with both hands, he silently removed the screws, and the entire man slipped inside like a slippery snake.

The entire process took no more than ten seconds.

Inside the duct, it was pitch black, filled with the mixed smell of oil and dust.

Chen Hu put on his night vision goggles and quickly traversed the complex underground pipe network.

He did not wander aimlessly but followed the thickest cable, which was wrapped in special material.

A cable of this specification usually powers a special area with extremely high power consumption.

Soon, he reached the end of the cable.

It was a heavy metal door with a soundproofing layer.

The door only had an electronic combination lock.

Chen Hu pulled a black, matchbox-sized device from his pocket and placed it on the combination lock.

A few seconds later, there was a soft ”beep.”

The door opened.

A strong smell of disinfectant immediately rushed out.

Behind the door was a pure white room, completely out of place with the luxurious world outside.

It resembled a top-tier private clinic.

Operating tables, shadowless lamps, and various surgical instruments gleaming with cold metallic light were all present.

Chen Hu’s gaze finally landed on a row of enormous stainless steel refrigeration units along the wall.

An ominous feeling rose in his heart.

He walked forward and pulled open one of the cabinet doors.

Inside were neither champagne nor food.

Instead, there were rows and rows of hanging blood bags!

There were no donor names on them, only cold serial numbers and blood type labels.

Chen-A, Wang-B, Li-O... Source unknown!

Chen Hu’s heart sank. He closed the cabinet door and opened an even larger refrigeration unit next to it.

A blast of chilling white mist instantly surged out.

When the white mist dissipated and he saw what was inside, even this top mercenary, who was accustomed to life and death, felt his pupils contract sharply!

Inside the cabinet were individual transparent glass containers filled with a special preservation fluid.

Inside the containers... were soaking fresh human organs!

Kidneys, livers, corneas... Chen Hu understood instantly.

This was indeed a black market for human organs, disguised in a cloak of luxury!

The evil of Medusa was far more profound than he had ever imagined!