r18novel Chapter 114: You'll thank me after I kill your wife.
Chapter 114: You'll thank me after I kill your wife.
Chapter 114: You'll thank me after I kill your wife.
Seeing no response, Wu Tun knocked a few more times, then gently pushed the door open.
Moonlight streamed into the room, illuminating the headless corpse on the bed. Wu Tun's pupils constricted, and he opened his mouth to scream, but it was too late.
Song Zhaowen darted out from behind the door, his dagger slicing across Wu Tun's throat!
"Ugh—" Wu Tun clutched his neck, blood gushing from between his fingers. He stared at Song Zhaowen, his eyes filled with terror and resentment.
Before he died, he used his last strength to press the alarm button on his waist.
"Waaah~"
The piercing alarm instantly resounded throughout the entire camp!
Song Zhaowen cursed, kicked Wu Tun's corpse aside, and rushed out of the room.
Chaotic footsteps and shouts echoed down the corridor: "Enemies!"
"Protect the general!"
Instead of running downstairs, Song Zhaowen rushed to the roof. He had already scouted the area and knew that there was a helicopter landing pad on the roof of the main building. Although there were no helicopters there now, it was the best evacuation point.
He had just rushed up to the fourth floor when he bumped into two soldiers. Seeing Song Zhaowen covered in blood, they immediately raised their guns, but Song Zhaowen was faster. He threw two throwing knives, which accurately struck the two men in the throat. The soldiers collapsed, clutching their necks, without even a chance to fire.
Song Zhaowen continued charging upwards, gunfire erupting behind him. Bullets struck the walls, sending shards of stone flying.
He finally reached the rooftop, locked the iron gate with his backhand, and then quickly ran to the edge of the rooftop.
Below, the entire camp was in chaos. Soldiers rushed out of their barracks, frantically searching for their target. Searchlights blazed across the camp, illuminating it as if it were daytime.
Song Zhaowen took out a detonator from his backpack—a palm-sized black device with six red buttons on it.
Each button corresponds to a bombing point.
He took a deep breath and pressed all the buttons at the same time.
A huge fireball suddenly erupted from the direction of the armory! The shockwave from the explosion lifted the entire building into the air, followed by a second and third wave of explosions—a chain reaction from the ammunition boxes.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The enormous explosion was deafening, and flames shot into the sky!
Immediately afterwards, an explosion was heard from the direction of the parking lot. Two tanks were blown to pieces like toys, and military vehicles exploded one after another, their fuel tanks ignited, creating a sea of fire.
The main building also began to shake—the explosives that Song Zhaowen had installed on the load-bearing columns had taken effect. The entire building split open from the middle, and chunks of cement and steel bars rained down.
The camp was in complete chaos. Soldiers fled in panic, but explosions and flames were everywhere. Some tried to put out the fires, but the flames were too intense to control.
Standing on the rooftop, Song Zhaowen watched as the military camp was thrown into chaos. He then took out a rappelling rope from his backpack and secured it to the rooftop railing.
A simple pulley was attached to the other end of the rope. Song Zhaowen slung the waterproof bag over his shoulder, grabbed the pulley, and leaped!
"Whoosh—"
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He slid down the rope quickly, and when he was five meters from the ground, he let go, rolled over to dissipate the force, and landed steadily.
Surrounded by chaotic soldiers, no one noticed the person who slid down from the roof.
Song Zhaowen blended into the crowd and ran towards the outskirts of the camp. As he passed a burning building, he picked up a military cap that had been blown off by the explosion and put it on his head, then smeared some ash on his face.
He looks like a panicked deserter.
He quickly ran to the wall. There were no guards there anymore; the soldiers were busy fighting fires or fleeing for their lives.
Song Zhaowen easily climbed over the wall and disappeared into the woods outside.
After running a distance, he looked back.
The entire camp had been engulfed in flames, explosions continued to erupt, and thick smoke billowed into the night sky.
Dawn.
The ashtray in front of Cai Ba was overflowing with cigar butts.
Last night, the Somchai camp was hit by a series of explosions, killing countless people and causing a huge uproar in the news.
Chai Ba stared at the television screen, which was showing satellite footage—Song Chai's camp had been reduced to a charred ruin, thick smoke was still rising, and there were still sporadic fires burning in a few places.
The news anchor quickly reported in Burmese: "—According to preliminary military statistics, the explosion has resulted in at least two hundred deaths and dozens missing. Sources indicate that the camp belongs to local armed leader Somchai, and both Somchai and his adjutant U Tun were inside the camp at the time of the explosion; their fates are currently unknown—"
"Damn it, is it really necessary to make such a big deal out of just saving someone's life?"
The sound of helicopter rotors filled the air above the manor.
Cai Ba's eyes lit up. Ah Bao and the others had successfully returned?
The thought of getting his account back made Cai Ba as excited as when he lost followers for the first time!
I ran all the way to the helicopter despite the strong wind.
But... only Song Zhaowen came down.
Cai Ba's heart skipped a beat, and he stepped forward to grab Song Zhaowen's arm: "Why is it only you who came back? Where are May and Leopard Man?"
Song Zhaowen shook off Cai Ba and sneered, "What kind of bullshit intelligence do you have! Wu Tun has betrayed us, do you know that? Song Cai didn't even go to Mandalay. He set up a trap in the military camp, waiting for us to walk into it. Your wife and all your men are dead."
Although Cai Ba had guessed the outcome, hearing the devastating news from Song Zhaowen instantly drained him of all his energy. He slumped onto the lawn, muttering, "It's over, everything is over. The account is gone. Song Cai will definitely take revenge for killing so many people."
Then, he smiled bitterly at Song Zhaowen and said, "Mr. Song, you now know my situation; I'm sorry I can't keep my promise. You should leave quickly before Song Cai's men arrive."
"You don't need to worry about Songchai, he's already dead!" With that, Song Zhaowen threw the waterproof bag in his hand, and Songchai's head rolled down in front of Cai Ba.
Cai Ba's eyes were fixed on the rolling head.
In the dim light of dawn, he recognized the face—it was indeed Songchai. His eyes were still open, his expression frozen in the terror of impending death. The cut at the neck was clean, clearly a single, decisive stroke.
The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.
Cai Ba slowly stood up, bent down to pick up the severed head, and examined it carefully in his hands. His hands were trembling, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
"You killed him?" His voice was hoarse.
Song Zhaowen lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke: "Otherwise what? Did you expect him to cut off his own head and give it to me?"
Cai Ba took a deep breath, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahaha! Good! Well done!"
He laughed until tears streamed down his face, holding the severed head and spinning around in place like a madman.
He laughed for a full minute before stopping, wiping his eyes, and looking at Song Zhaowen: "Mr. Song, you really—you've surprised me so much."
"A surprise?" Song Zhaowen flicked his cigarette ash. "Your men are all dead, your wife is dead, your account password is gone, and all you get in return is a head? You call that a surprise?"
"Of course!" Cai Ba casually tossed the head aside and strode up to Song Zhaowen: "Song Cai is dead, his territory is empty, and I have lost one of my biggest rivals in the Golden Triangle; Mr. Song, I've changed my mind. How much money can you make by getting goods from me as an agent? Cooperate with me and become my partner. With your strength plus my plantations and distribution channels, we'll be a powerful force, and the whole world will belong to the two of us."
"Five hundred million is nothing! In a year, just one year, a billion, a fifteen billion is nothing!"