I make a living solving crimes.

The war history of most countries in the world is not the same.

For example, eight years ago, a battle took place in a small town called Yutong in the north of South Korea.

Looking through the war records of China and the United States, this was probably during the fifth battle, when the vassal army from Luzon Island played a small supporting role, suffered some minor casualties, and then retreated.

In the records of Luzon, they singled out this extremely limited battle and called it the "Battle of Yutong."

Perhaps they have some misunderstanding about the word "battle".

The so-called "Battle of Yutong" was no larger than a battalion-level operation. During the counter-charge, the leading battalion-level officer was even killed.

As a result, after the war, they imagined this incident as "the Philippine army's brilliant fighting power of one man against a thousand men, one battalion blocking a division, and eating up hundreds of the enemy's men."

Later, they felt that killing a few hundred people was not enough to prove their bravery. After much discussion, the number became more than a thousand, then more than two thousand. Before Chang Wei traveled through time, the latest number of this battle result was seven thousand five hundred.

If they had this kind of combat capability, the five-star generals wouldn't have to run away. Even the Spaniards couldn't land on Luzon Island back then.

...Even the UN forces didn't bother to record that stuff.

The existence of the "Battle of Yutong" is not an insult to our Volunteer Army, but an insult to the armies of the other sixteen countries.

When the truck broke through the gate, a dozen mercenaries who claimed to have participated in the "Battle of Yutong" did not reach for their guns at the first moment, but stood there stupidly.

Even the foreign manager's reaction was stronger than these so-called veterans. His face turned pale and he shouted loudly: "Quick, shoot quickly..."

The gunshots rang out as expected.

Suddenly, a burst of rapid and fierce gunfire came from outside the window.

Da da da......

The bullet grazed the foreign manager's ear. He was so scared that he screamed and fell to the ground with his hands on his head.

But after the gunshots lasted for a long time, he found that he seemed to be fine.

Holding on to the last glimmer of hope, he raised his head slightly and saw that the mercenaries who had been so arrogant just now had fallen to the ground behind him.

Seeing the situation was not good, the two veterans quickly found a wooden box and hid behind it. Just as they pulled the bolt of their guns to fight back, they heard a low voice coming from behind them.

The cute little yellow dog grinned, and its fangs sparkled under the light.

Three men in windbreakers with submachine guns slung over their shoulders rushed in through the broken window.

The president of the detective agency was lying in a pool of blood. He tried to raise his big head to say something, but one of the dark-skinned guys walked up to him and shot him dead with two shots.

Chang Wei got out of the cab, walked up to the foreign manager, pursed his lips, and said in an apologetic tone: "Mr. Manager, I'm sorry to have frightened you."

The manager swallowed his saliva, gritted his teeth, and said nervously, "Mr. Rogers, what do you mean? They are just guards I hired to ensure the smooth transaction."

"Guards?" Chang Wei slowly took two steps closer, looked at the corpses on the ground, and whistled softly, "The guards you hired are really not good."

The manager stared blankly at the body on the ground and nodded silently.

Three against seventeen, and they were beaten so badly that they had no chance to fight back.

"Where are my goods?" Chang Wei looked up at the warehouse, where woven bags were neatly stacked. He walked over and patted them with his hands, feeling the plump grains of rice and the rubber sheets pressed from natural rubber. He nodded with satisfaction, "Where is my deposit?"

The manager looked at Chang Wei in surprise.

"If a person does something wrong, he must be punished. A big shot once said that you must stand at attention when you are beaten."

"I, I..." The manager was still considering his words, trying to clear himself of the charge, when he heard Chang Wei say, "Who do you think I was doing this for when I beat up a few hooligans at the durian stall?"

The manager was stunned and said in disbelief: "Did you do this on purpose?"

"You think you can find out my background by sending two idiots to follow me? How can you make up your mind if I don't reveal something?" Chang Wei said slowly, and finally concluded: "Human greed is a butcher knife that cuts at oneself."

The manager lowered his head dejectedly. He had already understood that this deal was a trap set by the other party from the beginning to the end. It was a pity that he had rushed into it and was still complacent about it.

"I said, where's my deposit?"

"We also need to pay for ordering these goods."

"You mean you are no longer useful."

"I, I am a citizen of Daiying. This is Po County, you can't..." He took two steps back in panic and waved his arms to give himself courage.

Wu Jimao took a few steps forward, turned the butt of the gun and hit him hard in the stomach. The man was turned into a hunched shrimp on the spot. The severe pain in his abdomen made him feel like he could vomit out all his internal organs.

Seeing him retching non-stop and his face turning blue in pain, Wu Jimao lowered his head slightly and said, "Who allowed you to move?"

Wu Jimao couldn't speak English, but the murderous intent in his eyes and tone could not be hidden.

"I'll give you a chance to survive. Tell me all the other warehouses of Swire Group and I won't kill you." Chang Wei walked over, staring at him.

"I, I'm telling you, you can't take it away. You fired a gun, and the police will be here soon."

"That's my business." Chang Wei waved his hand, signaling Wu Jimao and others to take the people out first.

When he came out a quarter of an hour later, the entire warehouse was empty. Even the corpse on the ground had disappeared, leaving only bloodstains on the ground.

"I'll take you to another warehouse. Are you sure you will let me go?" The manager looked at Chang Wei hopefully, his eyes full of desire for life.

"Of course, I always keep my word." Chang Wei nodded and added, "If you don't have any bad intentions, you can actually receive the balance tonight."

"Haha, I was greedy myself." The manager laughed bitterly at himself, "I hope you keep your word."

"I have more credibility than you do." Chang Wei pushed his shoulder, "Hurry up, the police will be here soon."

The manager snorted coldly and muttered a curse word, but still led the way obediently.

Chang Wei walked around several warehouses, and each time he would go in to take a look, then come out satisfied and move on to the next one.

Outside the port, the sound of sirens was heard.

"Steve, it's time for us to retreat." Li Lai Fu walked to Chang Wei and reminded him softly.

Chang Wei was about to reply when the well-behaved foreign manager suddenly started running towards the direction of the sirens, shouting, "Help, help, there are robbers here, and they have killed people."

Before the man ran five meters away, there was a gunshot, and Wu Jimao, with his quick movements, shot the foreign manager in the back of the head.

The shot was extremely accurate. The bullet entered from the back of his head and blew a big hole in the front of his face.

It was Chang Wei who promised to let him go, what does it have to do with Wu Jimao!