158 Extermination Operation

Three days later, a freighter coming from Hong Kong slowly docked at the Port of Jakarta. He Xiaoya stepped off the freighter, stood on the pier of the Port of Jakarta, took out her satellite phone, and dialed Wei Hua's satellite number.

"Mr. Wei! The freighter has arrived at the port. Will we be loading the cargo tonight?"

"Have your people get ready to start loading at eleven o'clock tonight! However, you must be prepared, as there might be a power outage tonight. If the power goes out, you won't need to load the cargo," Wei Hua said to He Xiaoya over the phone.

Shortly after ten o'clock in the evening, the East Jakarta urban area began to grow restless. Nightclubs, bars, and gambling dens controlled by the Fire League—a gang that dominated forty percent of Jakarta's drug trade—began to suffer coordinated attacks. The assaults were meticulously planned. The attackers had a precise understanding of the Fire League's operations, possessed heavy firepower, and used automatic weapons almost exclusively. They hardly spoke a word, pushing through doors and immediately opening fire with automatic weapons. Casualties among Fire League members and Indonesians seeking entertainment at these venues were severe. The various police precincts in East Jakarta were overwhelmed, deploying large forces to hunt down the perpetrators, while the Fire League also mobilized heavily to protect its undamaged establishments.

Around ten-forty, more than a dozen large and small leaders of the Fire League arrived, under the heavy escort of bodyguards, at a detached villa in East Jakarta where the supreme leader of the Fire League was hiding. Outside news was continuously relayed into the villa by phone. After hanging up the receiver, the Fire League leader was asked by one of his subordinates, "Leader! How is the situation outside? How many of our establishments have been attacked, exactly who is behind this, and is there any news from the brothers?"

"The situation outside is chaotic! Police from all the precincts in East Jakarta have deployed to hunt down the attackers, but so far no arrests have been made, and the brothers don't know who is responsible. We only know that the assailants wore black hoods, carried uniform automatic weapons, and opened fire upon entering without saying a word. It looks like they are specifically targeting us. By now, more than a dozen of our establishments have been attacked, and dozens of our men have been killed or injured," the Fire League leader said with a furrowed brow.

"Leader! Could this be the work of the other two gangs? Uniform automatic weapons—that's not something ordinary gang members can pull off. Aside from those two gangs, only the military and the police have that kind of capability. If the military and police wanted to move against us, we wouldn't still be sitting here right now!" analyzed one of the Fire League leaders.

"Yet the information I received from the General indicates that the other two factions haven't made any moves. Their men are staying within their own territories, with no troop movements, and our moles among them haven't reported any preparations to attack us either! Bear in mind that the three sides just recently reached a truce, agreeing to maintain the current status quo. I doubt those two sides would be that bold!" the Fire League leader analyzed.

"Then who could possibly have attacked us? Could it be external forces? But no outside factions have entered Jakarta recently!" said another high-ranking leader of the Fire League.

"Everyone, dispatch every single person you can spare. We must find the bastards who attacked us! I refuse to believe these people can sprout wings and fly away. I want to see with my own eyes exactly who is attacking us!" the Fire League leader declared fiercely.

Upon hearing the leader's command, the leaders of the Fire League began making phone calls, dispersing their men in all directions.

At eleven o'clock, Wei Hua issued the order for action via satellite phone. More than a hundred trained and fully armed members of the resistance organization began their assault on the villa where the Fire League members were hiding, after the outer perimeter guards had already been cleared out. At that moment, Wei Hua was standing near a large electrical substation not far from the villa. Utilizing darkness for an attack was Wei Hua's specialty; how could he possibly forget? The resistance members responsible for the assault were all equipped with flashbangs.

After giving the order to attack, Wei Hua placed both hands on the transformer and began absorbing electricity at full capacity. Within mere seconds, the entire urban area of East Jakarta plunged into pitch blackness.

The moment the power cut out, Fire League members inside the villa began cursing loudly, but someone quickly stepped in to silence them and ordered men to the basement to start the generator. Right at that moment, more than a hundred resistance members launched their assault, leading with flashbangs before pressing into the villa from four directions. The staccato of automatic rifles rang out like popping beans.

Hearing the gunfire echo around the villa, the Fire League leader's face drained of color. He shouted in panic, "Damn it! We've fallen for a trap! Those bastards are after us! Quick, call the General and tell him to send the troops to rescue us! And you lot, get down there and organize the men to block the intruders outside, otherwise not a single one of us will make it out alive!"

Hearing the leader's words, the dozen or so leaders immediately realized they had fallen for a diversionary tactic. One of the leaders lunged toward the telephone and began dialing, but the line was completely dead. The other leaders drew their sidearms and rushed downstairs to organize the foot soldiers for resistance.

"Leader! The telephone lines have been cut. We can't contact the General, nor can we reach the brothers outside!" the Fire League leader at the phone reported.

"Dammit! We fight to the death! If we can just hold out for ten minutes, the police should be able to arrive. Everyone get downstairs and fight like your lives depend on it, or we're all dead!" The Fire League leader took the lead and rushed downstairs.

Although the Fire League members resisted desperately, the resistance organization had made meticulous preparations, even bringing out rocket-propelled grenades. Within three minutes, the gunfire inside the building ceased.

The backup generator inside the building kicked on, bathing the villa in bright light once more. After the bodies of the dozen or so leaders were recovered, the resistance fighters withdrew.