Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 931 The Power of Money (Part 1)
"call."

The veteran recovered and stood up again, a surge of anger welling up inside him.

Originally, he wanted to show off in front of his superior, but he never expected that his attempt to sneak up behind him would result in him being thrown to the ground without any chance to fight back.

Too shameful!

The veteran drew a dagger from his belt, aimed it at the man's abdomen, and charged at him again without hesitation, as if ready to fight to the death.

This time, however, it didn't even last half a second.

He felt his wrist, which was holding the knife, suddenly sink, as if it were firmly held in iron clamps. The dagger in his hand slipped out of his control and fell to the ground. Then, he felt a pain in his lower back and was thrown to the ground again.

The yellow sand mixed with gravel made the old soldier very uncomfortable. Just when he thought it was over like last time, his body was suddenly suspended in the air and lifted up from his waist by a force.

Immediately afterwards, as if hit in the abdomen by a car, he flew sideways and crashed heavily to the ground with a thud, then rolled several times before coming to a stop.

At that moment, the veteran felt as if his internal organs had been displaced, and he could barely breathe because of the pain. He could only curl up and groan in pain.

"You fucking bastard! You want to die?!"

The deputy company commander was furious. This Chinese man had actually knocked his soldiers to the ground twice in front of him. This was no longer a simple provocation.

The deputy company commander pulled out his gun from his belt, cocked it with a click, and pointed it directly at the man. Just as he was about to make a threat, his vision suddenly blurred, and the man who had been standing a few meters away suddenly darted towards him.

Then came a chilling "snap" sound.

"what!"

"my hand!"

Screams immediately rang out.

The deputy company commander of Dalalin, who attempted to fire, knelt on the ground with his left hand tightly gripping his right wrist, while his right hand was bent backward at an odd angle of ninety degrees.

The instigator bent down, gently picked up the pistol that the deputy company commander had dropped on the ground, glanced at the soldiers standing to the side, and then pointed the gun at their deputy company commander, who was kneeling on the ground groaning in pain.

The deputy company commander half-raised his head, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace. He couldn't believe the other side would fire. Gritting his teeth, he snarled, "Kill them all! Kill them all! Ten thousand yuan for each one you kill! No, twenty thousand! Thirty thousand! Forty thousand! Kill all the men! I won't touch the women, keep them all for you to play with!"

The man gave a cold laugh and fired a shot directly at the deputy company commander's feet.

boom.

The bullet hit the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The deputy company commander's face turned red. He had been kneeling, but after hearing the gunshot, he was so frightened that he fell backward to the ground. He kicked his legs wildly in terror, trying to get back to his unit and get away from this evil star from China.

A series of crackling sounds rang out as the soldiers of Dalalin cocked their rifles, the dark muzzles all pointing at the man standing opposite them.

The situation on the scene took a sharp turn for the worse, and conflict was imminent.

At this moment, another person jumped out of the black SUV. He was a man wearing a baseball cap and carrying an inconspicuous black backpack. He jogged to the front of the soldiers in Dalarin.

After standing still, facing rows of gun barrels, the man in the baseball cap didn't care at all. In front of the soldiers, he took the backpack behind him to the front, unzipped it, and bent down to take something out.

He would take out a stack of papers and stuff them into the hands of one soldier, then move on to the next, and so on. A whole row of soldiers went down, not one more, not one less; everyone had one.

In the center of the open space, the man who fired the shot walked to the deputy company commander's side, squatted down, put his left hand on the deputy company commander's shoulder, and pointed his pistol at the deputy company commander's calf with his right hand. He didn't even aim, just casually raised his hand.

boom!
Another shot rang out, and the bullet struck the deputy platoon leader's calf. This time, no dust rose up, but rather a considerable amount of blood slowly seeped from beneath the deputy platoon leader's leg, staining the ground.

silence.

The entire area was deathly silent, except for the deputy company commander's pig-like screams and the old soldier not far away who was facing the ground and hissing in shock.

The soldiers of Dalalin were also very quiet. Some of them unconsciously lowered their guns, looking hesitant, as if the person who was shot had nothing to do with them.

After a while, the deputy company commander recovered and slightly propped himself up. While supporting his still bleeding calf, he said with trembling lips, "I know you wouldn't dare kill me! I know you wouldn't dare kill me! If you kill me, you'll break the ceasefire agreement, and I doubt you'd dare!"

Surprisingly, the words that came out of the deputy company commander's mouth at this moment were in Mandarin.

Huh? ? ?
The two Burmese representatives, Lin Hua and Badu La, who had been watching the situation from the sidelines, were also curious. Their curiosity wasn't about the deputy company commander who had previously pretended not to speak Chinese; on the contrary, they were used to that. What was strange were the soldiers.

Although these soldiers from Dalalin were dressed in simple clothes and did not look like elite soldiers at all, they were, after all, troops who had fought in real battles in war-torn lands. Logically speaking, they would not sit idly by and watch their commander being humiliated without doing anything.

When confronting their national defense forces earlier, they behaved normally, daring to charge forward with rifles without hesitation, even when facing elite mobile divisions and heavy machine guns on pickup trucks.

But why did the Chinese police officer freeze in shock when he came out?

And what's that guy in the baseball cap up to?

How can it be?

Lin Hua and Badula exchanged a glance, both filled with suspicion. The next second, they turned their attention back to the center of the open space, watching intently, afraid of missing a single moment of this spectacle.

The man from China stared into the deputy company commander's eyes and slowly said, "Now, can you understand human speech?"

Yu Guangzhong, the deputy company commander, was horrified to find that his soldiers had put down their rifles one after another, and some squad leaders and deputy squad leaders even fawned over the Chinese man wearing a baseball cap.

???

The deputy platoon leader looked down at his still-bleeding calf and felt that the world was too unreal. For a moment, he wondered if he was drunk and having a dream.

In the real world, he was still sleeping soundly in his cabin.

boom.

A little dust rose from the ground.

A black backpack with its zipper undone was thrown in front of him.

The backpack was half empty and limp, but you could still clearly see from the open pockets that it was filled with stacks of green banknotes.

It's lush and green, and a picture of an elephant with tusks is printed on it; it looks beautiful.

"This...this..." The deputy company commander seemed to have forgotten the pain in his calf. With trembling hands, he pulled the black backpack into his arms, looked down into the bag, and his eyes almost popped out.

Brand new Burmese banknotes, still smelling of ink, with a face value of 20,000.