svetikya Chapter 117 They're killing each other, believe it or not.
Chapter 117 They're killing each other, believe it or not.
Chapter 117 They're killing each other, believe it or not.
After leaving the cave, we returned to the center of the village and rested in a relatively clean bamboo house.
The bamboo house has a terrace on the second floor, offering a panoramic view of the entire valley.
Cai Ba poured himself a glass of wine and handed it to Song Zhaowen: "How about it? Now you believe in my abilities, right? My good partner."
Song Zhaowen nodded: "That's right. By the way, let me tell you a secret: I killed your wife."
Cai Ba thought he was hallucinating: "What did you just say?"
But what greeted him was a fist.
A fist, accompanied by a howling wind, slammed hard into Cai Ba's skull.
With a soft "plop," the skull collapsed, and the two eyeballs were squeezed out of their sockets by the high pressure.
The corpse's legs were still twitching.
Song Zhaowen sneered at the corpse: "Partner? Sorry, I'm your Grim Reaper."
Having said that, he drew his two pistols from his waist and looked down at the village: "Then the hunt begins."
Now, as long as Song Zhaowen kills everyone, no one will know about the account, and the five hundred million US dollars will all be in his pocket.
Another major drug lord has been eliminated. He was a villain, but also a great philanthropist.
As for those Burmese guys in Mangzhen?
We can't let them get away with this either. These people are used to growing opium. Even if the vegetable bully is gone, there will still be the likes of the opium bully and the opium bully.
Song Zhaowen's principle was that evil must be eradicated completely.
Three helicopters flew at high speed in a triangular formation along the edge of the jungle.
Chen Jiaqi was in one of the helicopters.
Just yesterday!
The satellite receiver received a text message and location from Song Zhaowen, finally locating Cai Ba's drug den.
This joint operation between the two places is determined to take down Cai Ba in one fell swoop and send him to Stanley to eat potatoes for the rest of his life.
"Inspector Chen, look at that thick smoke up ahead—has something happened?"
As the helicopter approached, flames were seen everywhere in Mang Town, but strangely, the town was completely silent.
Chen Jiaqi's heart skipped a beat: "Song Zhaowen, please, please don't let anything happen to you."
"Corpses, so many corpses!"
The team members beside him pointed to the center of the village, where countless corpses were piled up together, and charred smoke rose intermittently from the bodies. The stench of death was so strong that even those high in the air could smell it... It was like a third-rate horror movie, making Chen Jiaqi's scalp tingle.
The helicopter landed at a random spot.
Chen Jiaqi and his team members carefully advanced with their guns in hand, and finally found the only survivor in front of a well in the center of the village.
Sitting on the stone curb, with a cigar dangling from his lips, Song Zhaowen grinned at Chen Jiaqi: "Inspector Chen, you've finally arrived. These Burmese guys must be on drugs, they've gone mad, killing each other."
Chen Jiaqi stared at the smile on Song Zhaowen's face, then glanced at the scattered corpses around him, and his grip on the gun tightened.
Her team members had quickly dispersed to inspect the scene. A young officer squatted beside a body, looking up palely: "Inspector Chen, these bodies are all charred and carbonized... there are no wounds visible."
Another team member ran out of the bamboo house: "We found Cai Ba's body inside; he died from a severe blow to the head."
Chen Jiaqi walked up to Song Zhaowen and asked in a low voice, "Song Zhaowen, what exactly happened?"
Song Zhaowen exhaled a smoke ring and shrugged: "Didn't I tell you? They're killing each other. Cai Ba suspected that someone in the village was colluding with the warlord and wanted to purge them, but his men resisted, and that's how it ended up like this."
He spoke casually, but Chen Jiaqi didn't believe a word he said.
She knew Song Zhaowen too well; this man's ruthlessness far exceeded that of ordinary people.
While it's possible for Cai Ba to purge his subordinates, the sight of vast swathes of opium fields, which he cherished as his very life, burning down...
Although the dead were all drug lords, and no one sympathizes with these scumbags, Chen Jiaqi felt terrified by Song Zhaowen in front of him! He even regretted letting the other party take on this mission.
Chen Jiaqi stared into Song Zhaowen's eyes: "Song Zhaowen, look me in the eye and tell the truth."
Song Zhaowen met her gaze, his smile unwavering: "Inspector Chen, I'm telling the truth. If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do."
They stared at each other for a few seconds before Chen Jiaqi looked away first. She knew that asking any further questions would be pointless.
"Call to a halt." She turned to her team members and said, "Notify the Myanmar police; this is their responsibility. Take Chai Ba's body and all the evidence from the scene with you."
"Then Mr. Song—" one of the team members hesitated.
"Mr. Song is our undercover agent who assisted the police in cracking a major drug trafficking case. He is a law-abiding citizen." Chen Jiaqi said expressionlessly, "Come back with us to make a statement, and then you can leave."
Late at night, in a hotel somewhere in Myanmar.
Chen Jiaqi immersed himself in hot water.
But the hot water couldn't dispel the coldness in her heart.
There really are people in this world who treat human life like dirt.
Their fair and smooth bodies curled up together in the bubble bath.
The plump adult was squeezed into a disc shape by the knees.
The bathroom door creaked softly as it was being turned.
Chen Jiaqi was startled!
He jumped up, wrapped himself in a bathrobe, grabbed the pistol from beside the tub, pressed it against the door, and hissed, "Who's there?"
But no one answered.
Chen Jiaqi was absolutely certain that he hadn't been hallucinating; there must be someone outside the door! He gritted his teeth, unlocked the door, and raised his gun high in his other hand, ready to defend himself at any moment.
The door had just opened a crack.
A dark figure suddenly darted in. Before Chen Jiaqi could react, the pistol was snatched away, and her delicate body was pressed against the wall by a heavy, hot body.
When Chen Jiaqi saw who it was, she was quite surprised and exclaimed, "Song Zhaowen, what are you up to?"
That's right, the person who came was Song Zhaowen.
Song Zhaowen lowered his head, and the two were only three inches apart. They could smell each other's scent and hear each other's rapid breathing.
Song Zhaowen chuckled evilly: "Inspector Chen, including this time, I've been used by you twice in total. I'm a very vengeful person!"
How can I possibly repay you?
As he spoke, he lowered his head and gently inhaled the fresh scent emanating from the woman's body, a scent she had just experienced after her bath.
Even through her bathrobe, Chen Jiaqi could feel the firm erection of Song Zhaowen's hand cannon at her waist. Her muscles instantly tensed like iron, blood rushing to her cheeks, a mixture of shame and anger at this guy's blatant audacity...
"Mr. Song," Chen Jiaqi forced himself to remain calm, his voice low but icy, "this is the police's temporary headquarters. My men are in the hallway outside. Are you sure you want to make a scene?"
Song Zhaowen didn't back down; instead, he moved even closer, making the threat of his "hand cannon" even clearer. He scoffed, "Inspector Chen, your men? You mean those rookies downstairs who just came out of the training room and vomited at the smell of corpses? Or that old cop next door who's snoring like a ton of bricks right now?" He raised his free hand, his fingertips brushing through her damp hair. "When I came in, it was as easy as coming home. Tell me, if I wanted to do something, would they have had time?"
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