Please make money.

There is a serious division between urban and rural areas in Pattani Province, and each block has its own distinct divisions, which serve as barriers to each other.

However, this convoy from the port area ignored all the unspoken rules and went straight through.

At the beginning, some people were unhappy and set up checkpoints to block the port’s convoy for inspection - it is normal to have damage during the inspection, there are so many goods, right?

However, the fierce and brief exchange of fire made it clear that what came out of the port area was not a fat pig, but a hedgehog covered in thorns.

"Has Minato gone crazy? What do the Freedom Army want to do? Huh? They...what are they?"

Before he could finish his words, violent explosions and rising flames were heard from the direction of the port area.

The shock wave arrived several minutes after the fire started, shattering the surrounding glass with a clanging sound like a knife.

After a moment of confusion, they got up and looked in that direction with a dazed look on their faces.

"W-where is that... No way..."

"It seems so - Free Army territory - they have a regiment over there."

"…Where is the convoy? Where did it go?"

“Heading to the Silicon Valley neighborhood.”

"Hurry up and call Kata, tell them to get out of the way! Get out of the way! I know who it is!"

"Who?"

"Business."

"……ah???"

An arrow began to spread across the map, crossing several blocks, even going straight through a commercial district in broad daylight, breaking through all the barricades.

All the forces along the way were stunned, and then reacted in shock - what kind of dragon is this? !

Those who reacted quickly cleared the path and removed all the barricades, roadblocks and checkpoints, allowing the convoy to whiz past without stopping.

If there were people who insisted on blocking the road and causing trouble, we would set up machine guns and even rocket launchers to attack them. From the air, we could even see a line of fire extending across Pattani Province.

Several small groups were directly defeated, but no one understood where they were going. Only a few people from powerful forces remembered that there was a businessman named Gou Ba before, and politely asked everyone to make way for them as they were going to pick up their employees.

...Is this polite?

In contrast, there were members of the NZZ Institute who had just woken up from their sleep, left their homes one by one, and arrived at their workplace.

Miss Nonglan, the apprentice of Dr. Alekan, the world-class communications guru, stared blankly at the screen while holding a cup of cold water.

The information collection software she made herself was compiling the news. The incomplete place names were matched with the small groups that were yelling and cursing online and crying on social media. A route that only people in Pattani could understand emerged.

The starting point is the port area, and the destination seems... probably... vaguely - here?

Go forward! Go forward! Go forward again—Alia said she was coming, and then she really came!

The young lady's hands were shaking as she looked at the supervisor next to her, who had already lost his family and was living and eating in this simple "company" and hadn't slept in the middle of the night.

"I had a dream last night. I dreamed that I went to a very peaceful place and could concentrate on my research and continue to complete Raya's project."

He rubbed his face and said, "I hope I am still in the dream and not awake."

“…This is real, she really came.”

"What is she doing here?"

“She came to pick us up – in return we need to work for her, is that reasonable?”

"If she really comes, I mean, even if she doesn't come to pick us up, but just comes, I am willing to offer everything with both hands."

"why?"

"Because... hope is the most precious thing in this world, more precious than gold..."

……

……

"The actual controller of the Nabta District is the Tiramah Corps. It's called a corps, but in reality it only has about 200 people."

In the swaying carriage, Rumlow pointed at the map and said, "Second Street in Nabta District is our target. Damn it...what did these guys do? Nabta District is known as the small Silicon Valley here, but now there are only casinos and Red Romance - oh, and human trafficking and illegal drug transactions."

Alia retracted her gun from the observation window: "Instead of counting on them to develop technology and industrial upgrades, it's better to count on them to have a change of heart."

There are still some industrial upgrades, such as telecommunications fraud, which is probably the most advanced villain skill they can access.

At least that thing requires broadband and telephone lines, unlike burglary where any knife-wielding person can do the job.

This so-called legion, composed of hooligans, ruffians, and soldiers who are looked down upon by the Free Army, controls the entire former high-tech zone. For two years, they have been able to drain the pond of fish and catch all the fish, using knives and guns to deal with all the voices of opposition. Everyone from eighty years old to eight years old is included in their chain of interests.

Rumlow even discovered that they also had an industry that sold blood. As for the source...

"I really didn't pay attention to the internal ecology of these neighborhoods before. Oh my god, now I find that old guys also have advantages."

Compared with the big forces he had dealt with before, such as the official army of Siam or the main force of the Free Army, they were truly moral models.

Just collecting some protection money, isn't that considered conscientious in such a chaotic area?

These guys who dismember people and sell them by weight can run rampant with impunity. In comparison, the areas controlled by those guys are really a paradise.

"How much longer?"

"We'll be there in about half an hour. We're very close, Boss. You need to put on your bulletproof vest."

Rumlow shrugged. "If you lose a hair, believe me, Tolov will tear it apart."

"Okay." Alia pointed at the pistol on his waist and said, "The revolver is good. Lend it to me."

"If you like, please—"

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"There is only one voice that has the final say in the Nabta District, and that's my eldest brother!"

The person who said this shot and killed a poor man who was tied to the ground. "And him! He actually dared to yell when my eldest brother said to be quiet!"

"boom--"

"This is what happens!"

Putting the gun into his waist, the tall, skinny-looking man glanced at the people around him who dared not speak out and smiled mockingly.

"I just like to see this expression on your faces, the way you are unhappy with me but can't do anything about it."

He pointed at the body on the ground and said, "Cut out his heart and liver. I'll come back and eat them later. Who should I collect protection money from today?"

"Over there in the Communications Building."

"The Communications Building?" The tall and thin man smacked his lips. "I hate those guys. They've only read a few books. They're annoying."

"They haven't paid their protection money for a while."

"Okay, then I'll go collect the debt."

As he said this, he walked into a nearby building with a dozen people in a casual manner.

The originally bright and beautiful building was a small high-rise, but the ground floor had long been abandoned and covered with strange words.

A lot of the glass was broken, and only the inside could barely show that there was once a high-tech industry here.

At that time, the Nabuta District was known as the Little Silicon Valley in southern Thailand, gathering countless young people who wanted to pursue their dreams.

Even some elites who have gone abroad have been inspired to return to build the technology industry in the three southern provinces of Thailand.

But later, the Free Army and the Siamese government confronted each other, which destroyed the order in the area and also dispersed the people's morale.

Those who were able to leave with their families had already gone to more distant places to make a living, and at least had to go to northern Thailand.

But there are always people who cannot leave, so that a large number of talents have their bright future snatched away in the simplest and most brutal chaos.

The tall and thin man has a very long name, but people in this place now don't call him by that name. Instead, they call him Black Yaksha, because he really eats people's hearts and livers like a Yaksha evil spirit - he believes in the practices of the wizards in Siam, and believes that eating people's hearts and livers can make him immune to all poisons and prevent him from being harmed.

The wizard was wrong, but he had been rampant for more than a year and had never been dealt with, so he felt that the wizard was right.

Eating hearts and livers is a hobby, robbing and robbery is his main job. He collects protection money from every household every day. How kind of a person is he?

"How many days have they delayed it?"

"It's been three or four days. It should have been paid on Monday."

"Tsk... That's why I say these people are just itching for trouble. You need to teach them a lesson, like cutting off their hands and feet."

"But they are the people that Big Brother still employs, and he says they can make money from foreigners!"

"I know, for making phone calls...why not just cut off their feet? It won't affect their conversation and will make them like their work more!"

"It makes sense——"

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The port area convoy that was advancing along the road finally revealed its true identity.

To be honest, it’s not that they wanted to hide. Tolov even put the armored vehicle on a trailer and drove away without any cover.

But they were never used at all - most of the small groups were scared when faced with light weapons.

A small number of people who are a little confident will basically have no objection after being greeted by two or three rockets.

It was not until they encountered a branch of the Free Army that the other side used heavy machine guns to destroy a truck from the port area behind the barricade, and then the two sides engaged in a battle.

But the battle didn't last long, because the heavy machine gun had to face an armored vehicle with a gun that rushed down from a trailer...

This "brave" shootout was filmed by nearby residents, with intermittent images, shaky lenses, and chaotic sounds.

But this cannot conceal the ferocity of both warring parties, especially the attacking side. What kind of strategy is it to fire directly with an anti-aircraft machine gun placed flat on the ground?

There was a camera that captured a woman holding two Kalashnikov rifles on both sides of the melee, but there was only one frame and then it shook and disappeared.

Because after the other party got out of the car, he almost pushed forward while shooting, his steps did not stop at all, and the camera could not keep up at all.

When the residents cautiously looked outside, all that was left was the messy remains of the barricades and various burning roadblocks.

A convoy? The taillights of the convoy have gone far away!

Such videos began to go viral on social media, and the NZZ laboratory in the Communications Building nervously collected information and watched them advance.

It has to be said that even the most terrified local forces had to admit that the other party did use courtesy before force - they were even polite enough to send a leading vehicle to report!

An off-road vehicle that was obviously driving faster was in the front. When it encountered a roadblock or a checkpoint, it would raise the horn on the roof of the car to ask them to give way.

However, they did not have any additional communication. They reported three times in each language. It was probably recorded in advance, and the tone and intonation were the same.

If they were smart enough to open the passage, the convoy would pass by without causing any harm to the other side. If they accidentally damaged a small stall, they would even be willing to throw in some change as compensation.

But on the other hand, once rejected or attacked, the enemy will immediately counterattack, and whistling rockets will come up almost immediately.

Crazy! What kind of lunatic is this? The enemy's heavy firepower is obviously military-grade, much stronger than those who pull pickup trucks to fight guerrilla warfare.

However, such a force just kept advancing forward. Their concentrated firepower could bring down not only barricades but even tall buildings.

The only thing that made them detour a bit was a building, about eight stories high, which was previously a shopping center store.

More than twenty rockets directly collapsed the left side of this fortress-like building, exposing the reinforced concrete skeleton.

Because the collapsed rocks slightly blocked half of the road, the convoy turned the steering wheel and made a small S-turn.

Other than that, they really don't care about anything until they encounter stronger resistance, then they use more firepower.

There are so many people who don’t know, so much equipment that is not clear, and they don’t understand what they are going to do. The other party’s only request is to let them pass through. If they give way, they will not care, but if they don’t give way, they will die.

Let’s review the firepower comparison. You will die whether you give way or not, so why not take a gamble that the other party looks down on you and is just trying to pass by?

After witnessing several small gangs being wiped out on the spot, many forces wisely chose to give way, and the news spread like wildfire throughout Pattani Province.

Get out of their way - they don't care whether you live or die, they are just passing by!

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The leader of the armed forces in the Nabta district is a young man who looks very gentle.

The reason why he is gentle is that he has received higher education, otherwise he would not have been able to carry out industrial upgrading and iteration after acquiring local management capabilities.

In the past, it was all open robbery, but now at least they are gathering people to do some online fraud. This is already an epic version update.

But the problem is that without core technical capabilities, what he is doing now is basically only slightly better than sustainable exhaustion of resources.