These two tasks are indeed quite tricky.
Especially the task of wiping out an entire household—it's purely a way to use me to eliminate a traitor within the general's ranks. Even if it gets exposed, he can deny any involvement.
He can win without losing a single soldier, without any cost, and without lifting a finger.
Additionally, he can perfectly solve future problems for me, making me feel eternally grateful, and ensure his successors inherit smoothly.
Truly cunning and calculating at every step.
By the time I figured out the whole story, it was nearly dusk.
Ace, the old fox, hosted us for dinner at a five-star hotel. After dinner, he pretended to want to talk to me, closed the door, and had me help him wrap up a Western pig-slaughtering scam.
It turns out he had been secretly in contact with Chen Weiqiang, occasionally getting some Western lists from him. Ace would then cultivate relationships here and wait for Chen to come over to wrap things up.
While I was there, he hurriedly asked me to finish the job.
Ha, killing and making money at the same time.
Of course, we did all this behind Mr. Ning's back. If he knew, he would definitely be furious.
After two and a half hours of effort, I finally closed a deal worth fifty thousand dollars, delighting the old fox who immediately rewarded me with fifty thousand RMB and promised to protect my life to the fullest.
He also promised to strongly recommend me to the general, potentially arranging for me to become a company commander in the Karen border guards and fight alongside them…
These promises sounded wonderful and thrilling. Ace's self-congratulatory performance was quite touching.
What could I say? What the hell dare I say?
I could only pretend to be very grateful, continuously thanking him, and promising to complete the tasks perfectly and continue closing deals for him when I returned.
Over one hundred thousand dollars.
"Little Bottle, you truly are a rare talent. I like young people like you, haha!
This is a Chinese-made 05-type 9mm police revolver, with six bullets inside, and I'll give you six more as backup.
Remember, you must succeed, failure is not an option!
If you dare to turn back, your cousin and the others will die terribly, and you will also die miserably if caught. Understand? You can't escape. Do well, and your future will be bright!"
Ace took out a revolver and six bullets from the safe and handed them to me.
The bullets were packed in an iron box.
He could even get police guns—truly impressive.
I carefully kept the gun and bullets, "Professor, don't worry, I won't let you down."
Because of the gun, my tone became much more sincere.
Ace lowered his voice, hinting, "Ah Ning is too ambitious and has no bottom line. Be careful he doesn't sell you out."
"Understood. Professor, I'll go out first. Wait here for my good news."
I changed the subject, looking at the gold clock on the wall.
It was Myanmar time, 11:45 PM.
"Alright, stay safe. Don't be soft-hearted, or you'll be doomed. Go."
Ace patted my back, signaling me to go to the underground parking lot and meet his people.
I nodded and strode out of his office.
"Cousin!" Swallow ran over and grabbed my hand, hesitating to speak.
Tang Tian wasn't there, probably off doing some shady business again.
Ace's office was guarded by his bodyguards, so no one could eavesdrop, and Swallow had to wait nearby.
"Sis, I'm fine. Wait for me to come back. If... I don't come back, tell Chen Weiqiang to live well with my resentment."
I pushed her hand away and walked downstairs without looking back.
If I don't kill Lulu, I won't rest in peace.
If I don't come back, I'll have to rely on Chen Weiqiang to avenge me.
When I arrived at the basement, the car waiting to pick me up was parked at the exit with its hazard lights on, obviously waiting for me.
To my surprise, the two people were the same bodyguards who had guarded me at the hospital before.
I was overjoyed, got in the car, and offered them cigarettes, "Hi, Myanmar brothers, we meet again."
The pack of cigarettes was something I swiped from the hotel earlier.
"Hello, Chinese brother, we meet again."
They were surprised, and upon confirming it was me, they smiled sincerely.
Then, imitating my Chinese, they greeted me awkwardly.
"No way, just the three of us to hijack over twenty people?"
I was dumbfounded. This is clearly a suicide mission!
And this five-seater Volkswagen SUV, are we supposed to cram over twenty women into it?
"We only intercept and kill; the other car handles the transportation. Brother, here's some clothes. Change into them for the full act."
They must watch a lot of Chinese movies, given how much they knew.
I changed into a set of black casual clothes in the car and looked back.
Two Jinbei vans followed us, indeed capable of squeezing in twenty women.
The driver, Ah Mao, introduced himself, "I'm Ah Mao, he's Ah Ding. We're cousins. What should we call you?"
"Brother Ah Mao, just call me Little Bottle. Where are we going to do the big job?"
In the back seat, I hid the gun in my waistband, ready to adapt.
Ah Ding said, "We're heading to an ambush near the Mae Sot River. There will be smuggled piggies coming over at midnight. They say twenty women, but it might be fewer—some die on the way, it's normal."
"Got it. I killed four Thais today, really tired! I'll rest for a bit. Wake me when we get there."
"Okay, you sleep."
Then I handed a whole pack of cigarettes to Ah Ding, delighting him immensely.
Ace letting these two brothers take me to grab people was likely because they had guarded me before, making cooperation easier.
Additionally, these two brothers were probably seen as expendable; otherwise, such a dangerous task wouldn't be given to them.
Looking at the two brothers and the following Jinbei vans, I closed my eyes and fell into deep thought...
About forty minutes later, the car stopped in a dark forest.
Ah Mao opened the door and gently called, "Little Bottle, we're here."
"Thanks, brother!"
I opened my eyes, jumped out of the car, and walked alongside them on the muddy road ahead.
The two Jinbei vans parked under the trees, waiting for us to bring the piggies over.
"Bro, where are we?" I asked cautiously, looking around.
Ah Ding whispered, "A village near the Mekong River. They should be here soon. The men with ropes around their waists are our eyes; don't kill them."
"Understood." I nodded and followed them.
They each carried an AK-47, leading the way, familiar with the place, indicating they've done this often.
Though officially just the three of us, I'm sure there are eyes watching us in the dark.
Any misstep, and I'd be dead in the jungles of Myawaddy.
So, I had to go all out.
To hell with moral constraints or worthless sympathy.
To survive, one must be ruthless!