Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1609 - 773

After listening to Pei Tianci’s explanation, there was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the line.

When the electronic voice reappeared, it carried a tone of scrutiny:

"What exactly is your plan? Do you have a specific target in mind?"

Pei Tianci stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, calmly speaking into the receiver:

"The intelligence about the resort customers provided by Mr. Ye is extremely detailed."

"Over the past few days, our team conducted on-site surveys and confirmed that the television crew is the most suitable target for hostages."

"After all, the celebrity mentors and contestants are easier to control compared to wealthy businessmen and high-ranking officials with personal bodyguards, and the ensuing publicity will have a far greater impact."

"Once the kidnapping occurs, it will surely cause a sensation throughout East Capital, hit the news headlines, and even grab national attention."

"Regardless of how the situation unfolds, the blow to East City Association’s reputation would be devastating. I believe doing this should fulfill your needs."

Mr. Ye on the other end did not express any opinion, but continued to inquire:

"What do you plan to do when the police arrive to delay them?"

Pei Tianci’s lips slightly curved up as he spoke steadily:

"During these days, we have installed numerous remote explosive devices on the auxiliary building where the show crew is located."

"At that time, we will hold everyone at the site hostage and negotiate with the police under the pretext of ransom extortion, using these well-known public figures as leverage; the police outside would be cautious and dare not act impulsively."

"We will engage them in an elaborate charade, pretending to compromise or act enraged, and if necessary, release a few hostages to lull the police, making them hesitate against attacking forcibly."

"Of course, if they dare to storm in, we don’t mind letting all of East Capital appreciate a grand fireworks display."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Ye’s tone notably softened:

"The plan seems reliable; have you thought about the retreat route afterwards?"

Pei Tianci looked at the distant mountain range shrouded in night and spoke methodically:

"After completing the mission, we will hold a few key hostages and gradually retreat to the top floor of the hotel’s main building, then leave by helicopter."

"The bombs planted in the load-bearing columns and corridors can explode at any time, preventing the police from continuing the pursuit and creating greater chaos."

"Once we’ve smoothly lifted off, we will immediately reach the previously agreed sea area to meet you."

"Not bad."

Seeing his fluent responses and thorough preparation, Mr. Ye’s voice revealed a hint of satisfaction:

"I will send a ship to meet you at that time; spend a few days on a nearby island to lay low."

"When this matter calms down, return to East Capital, and aside from the final payment and the ransom, I will also apply for a generous settlement fee for you brothers."

"Then, on behalf of my brothers, let me thank the boss in advance."

Pei Tianci chuckled and responded politely.

Time paused on the other end of the call before instructions came through:

"If you have any new ideas, feel free to contact me; we will prepare in advance and cooperate fully with your actions."

Upon hearing this, Pei Tianci declined:

"No need, once the plan is made, there’s no reason to change it; too many cooks spoil the broth. Let’s proceed according to the established steps."

"Very good."

Mr. Ye praised him and then solemnly reminded:

"Remember, no matter what means you use, you must strictly follow the plan we devised."

"As long as the job is done cleanly and efficiently, the organization will not treat you poorly; I will personally vouch for you."

"Rest assured, Mr. Ye."

Pei Tianci’s lips curled into a slight smile, his tone filled with confidence:

"Taking people’s money to defuse disasters. The Red Demon Mercenary Corps has never failed a job."

The person on the other end let out a confirming sound before hanging up without further ado.

The big brother emitted a series of monotonous "beep beep" sounds.

Pei Tianci pressed the disconnect button, retracting the antenna back into the device, and casually placed the phone on the round table beside him.

He stood quietly by the window, gazing at the flickering nightscape outside.

His gaze was cold and sharp, a hint of brilliance flashed in his eyes, seemingly mentally rehearsing the details of tomorrow night’s operation.

The summer night in the mountains was exceptionally tranquil.

Most of the resort lay dormant in the dark; several insect chirps penetrated through the treetops, faintly reaching inside the house.

Suddenly, he recalled something and raised his hand to remove the gold-framed glasses from his nose.

Then he fetched a piece of velvet cloth from his front pocket and began to wipe the lenses.

He wiped meticulously and slowly, as if determined to remove every speck of dust around the edges before stopping.

After completing this task, he put on the shiny glasses again, a sharper glint appearing in his eyes than before.

He then turned around and directed his gaze towards the spacious living room.

The air was thick with the pungent scent of tobacco and the strong odor of gun oil.

At this moment, four people were seated in the area opposite the sofa.

Du Juan, with her short ear-length hair, sat in the corner holding a piece of soft cloth, lowering her head to wipe a dagger.

This dagger was made of a very special material, transparent throughout, as if crafted from pure crystal, exuding a chilling sharpness.

If not observed closely, one might almost overlook its existence.

Huang Mao, with dyed yellow hair, had a cigarette in his mouth and was loading bullets into a magazine.

The glass coffee table in front of him was piled with various types of yellow ammunition.

Each press of his finger was accompanied by a crisp "crack" sound.

Alongside, Mang, with a physique like a tiger or wolf, had his arms crossed and was leaning against the sofa back, resting his eyes.