One Hundred and Fifty-Seven: Extermination Plan

What Miss He said is completely right. Transferring funds directly from my company is indeed prone to complications. When all is said and done, this was my oversight, and I will find a way to resolve the financial issue. However, I feel that Miss He's plan is far too conservative. Merely training the organization's members without actual combat is simply not enough; without experiencing real combat, one can never become a true elite soldier. We must use actual combat to temper our forces. We can discuss the funding later. For now, you should compile the intelligence on the criminal syndicates controlling Jakarta's drug market. We will dispatch our trained personnel to eliminate these gangs, after which we can resolve the issue of the drug supply. Once you control Jakarta's drug market, who knows, perhaps even the Indonesian military and high-ranking government officials will seek cooperation with you. Remember, intelligence gathering must be conducted in strict secrecy—the fewer people who know, the better. Do not let your own people show their faces directly! I will discuss the action plan with Miss He myself; you go and make the preparations.

After Jiang Hua left, Wei Hua used his satellite phone to call He Xiaoya. Thanks to the communicators and the simplified auxiliary devices integrated into the Iridium system, Wei Hua did not need to worry about communication security in the slightest. The foundation and core of Wei Hua's Iridium system relied on alien technology, endowing the system itself with formidable defensive capabilities. Any attempt at wiretapping would be instantly flagged by the auxiliary devices and communicators.

He Xiaoya was not the leader of the Indonesian resistance, but she served as the liaison between the resistance and the mainland military intelligence department, as well as the mentor to the resistance organization. Much of the resistance's affairs still relied upon her, so Wei Hua had no desire to sour their relationship. Consequently, before altering He Xiaoya's plan, he felt it necessary to explain the rationale to her.

Once the call connected, Wei Hua directly outlined his modified plan. He Xiaoya considered it for a moment before asking, "Mr. Wei, have you thought about what will happen if the operation fails and these people are exposed? I am afraid it could jeopardize the entire resistance organization. After all, the strength of the resistance is still far too limited at present."

"If we draft our plan thoroughly enough, the probability of failure is minimal, and the chance of the resistance being exposed is even smaller. We will formulate a detailed plan with multiple contingencies, including keeping a ship of ours stationed in Jakarta. Should the operation fail, the resistance members participating in this mission can be evacuated from Indonesia immediately, ensuring the organization remains entirely out of danger. You must understand that without practical combat training, these resistance members can never become true elites. I will personally participate in this operation, and I guarantee there will be no slip-ups!" Wei Hua told He Xiaoya over the phone.

He Xiaoya herself had killed before; she understood that soldiers who had tasted blood were fundamentally different from those who had not. The resistance members emerging from the training camps could not yet be considered elites; only through the baptism of fire could they truly earn that designation.

"Very well! Tomorrow I will arrange for one of my company's cargo ships to head to Jakarta. If the plan fails, you must evacuate all participating personnel out of Indonesia—not even their bodies can be left to the Indonesians. We must safeguard the safety of the rest of the resistance. If we cannot guarantee their safety, we cannot proceed with this operation," He Xiaoya told Wei Hua.

"Agreed! It will be done as you say. I will ensure the safety of the other resistance members. If anything goes wrong, you can hold me accountable. I will take action once our ship arrives in port; please notify me the moment it docks," Wei Hua said.

"Understood! Just wait for my call." With that, the two ended the conversation. At that moment, Wei Hua finally felt a touch of the twenty-first century; having a satellite phone made things infinitely more convenient.

Two days later, Jiang Hua delivered the dossier Wei Hua had requested. The Jakarta drug market was currently controlled by three major syndicates, backed respectively by high-ranking generals of the Indonesian military, ministerial-level government officials, and senior police officials. However, because Indonesia's government was a military regime, in reality, it was three different factions of the Indonesian military supporting these three gangs. Consequently, their firepower was formidable, making them much harder to deal with than ordinary criminal organizations. Moreover, many of their members were retired personnel from the Indonesian military. These three gangs were entrenched in East Jakarta, West Jakarta, and Central Jakarta respectively. Attempting to eliminate all three syndicates simultaneously with the resistance's current manpower was impossible, nor could Wei Hua deploy too many personnel, as a larger footprint would only increase the risk of exposure.

Wei Hua gazed at the documents on the table and the map of Jakarta, carefully pondering every step of the operation and the retreat routes.

"Mr. Wei, which syndicate do you think we should strike first?" Jiang Hua asked.

"My plan is to tackle the syndicate in East Jakarta first. This gang alone controls forty percent of Jakarta's drug trade and boasts immense strength. Once we eliminate them, I believe the other two major syndicates will fall into panic and might even turn on each other, allowing us to reap the rewards of their conflict," Wei Hua replied.

"But it might also alert the enemy and prove detrimental to our next step!"

"That is a possibility! Yet we must do this, otherwise your people will never see the light of day. When you joined the resistance, you should have understood that this is not a child's game; it requires bloodshed and sacrifice. We cannot back down simply because there are difficulties. Surely you do not wish to become a coward who shrinks from a challenge?"

"Mr. Wei! From the moment I picked up that gun and walked into that market, I considered myself already dead. I am grateful just to have lived this long, and these past few years have been borrowed time. For the sake of our Chinese descendants so they will never suffer bullying again, death is nothing! I believe the rest of the organization shares this view. We do not fear bloodshed and sacrifice!" Jiang Hua said passionately.

"Only with such courage can you bring a new hope to the Chinese in Indonesia! Enough of this; let us formulate a detailed plan. I am confident that as long as we make it meticulous and thorough, we will easily send these Indonesian swine straight to hell. Remember, they are nothing more than a mob of rabble!" Wei Hua declared.