Please make money.

He had just woken up early in the morning and before he had time to make a cup of coffee and check the latest international situation, he received news that a group of crazy people were passing through Pattani Province.

Borrow the road—give way—or be killed—

If an anti-aircraft machine gun hits your body, will it leave bruises all over?

The answer is no, it will be scattered here and there...

As a small regional leader with about 200 people and 70 to 80 guns, whose most powerful firepower was just a light machine gun, he certainly didn't dare to touch such a dragon that had just crossed the river.

To put it bluntly, when they unleash a round of firepower, the cost of burning is more valuable than their lives.

In this state of enlightenment, he quickly ordered his men to remove barricades and other things and clear the road.

Although I don’t know where the other party is going, it is obvious that what I should do now is to hide my head and act like a turtle.

"Brother! They are coming! They are coming!"

"Got it! Why are you panicking?" The leader took a deep breath and put on his most decent suit: "Let's go and see him off."

"See you off?"

"You don't understand. These equipments are not available to ordinary people. The other party is definitely an international military contractor."

In other words, the other party follows the rules - although it is only the other party's rules, but that is enough.

Of course, he had no intention of joining the other party in the fun and sitting down for a cup of tea, but being polite and decent was better than having any misunderstandings.

He has only built up a small base in the past two years, and he can't let the other party crush him just because they don't like him.

They were accompanied by dozens of thugs. In order to show that they had no ill intentions, they didn't even bring weapons. They were busy working as porters to move the old vehicles and sandbags that were blocking the road.

An SUV drove up close, and as usual, the other party took out a horn and mounted it on the roof of the car, and then stopped the vehicle outside the barricade defense line.

The little leader grumbled, walked out of the sentry box next to him, and raised his hands: "Please give us some time! We are removing the roadblocks!"

There was no sound from the vehicle. The SUV stopped for half a minute, and four burly men covered in extremely expensive equipment jumped out and looked around vigilantly.

The little leader breathed a sigh of relief: "It will be done soon! We will be able to get through soon!"

The convoy behind was pressing forward. Several armored vehicles had already been unloaded from the trailers during the previous exchange of fire, but the trailers were still following.

When the motorcade stopped in front of the barricade, Rumlow jumped out of the car, picked up the loud speaker, and cleared his throat -

The words "Let me pass - get out of the way -" that the little leader had silently repeated countless times were still heard, but this time something seemed wrong, as they were shouted alone.

The barricade was removed, and a group of people surrounded a figure whose identity was unclear, and entered the block with extreme caution.

The little leader tried hard to keep everyone calm: "Hey... I mean... we don't mean any harm... you can go through..."

"What do you want to hear? The bandits want to borrow the road? I want to hear that, but that was a long time ago."

The commando stepped aside, revealing Alia inside, who took off her sunglasses: "I'm already here."

"???"

“This is my destination.”

"!!!!!!"

290-She said she was willing to do it for "Sister Zi's Sin Bag" 18/20

At the same time that Alia arrived at her destination, the tall and thin man also arrived at his destination.

The Communications Building was a semi-official facility of the former Pattani Province. It was once highly anticipated and the 9-story building originally housed dozens of companies.

Now, many high-tech enterprises are going bankrupt, and there are not many left.

NZZ Laboratory was the one that persevered to the end because it had no industry of its own and was just a research institution.

Because they have nowhere else to run to, their boss ran away and the employees dispersed, and their boss had an accident, so now everyone can only huddle together for warmth.

Under such a premise, it is somewhat unreasonable to expect them to have enough money to buy their lives, like when the boss was there and had to maintain good relationships with all parties.

The tall and thin man didn't understand these principles. He just felt that it was meaningless for his elder brother to have high hopes for these people.

What do you mean by cheating foreigners’ money? Would foreigners just transfer money in just because of a few phone calls?

In comparison, it is more appropriate to force these guys to sell blood - at least you can see the real money, and the recipients will pay quickly.

The head of the laboratory turned around and saw a group of people rushing in. He quickly pushed through the crowd and greeted them: "Captain Kane..."

"Well, it seems that everyone is in a good mood today." The tall and thin man nodded and said easily: "I am here to collect the debt. Where is the money?"

"Well - can you give me some leniency?"

The person in charge had a bitter look on his face: "We'll get together and give it to you in a few days, in a few days!"

The tall and thin man looked at the other person with great interest, circled around him for a while, and then turned back: "You told my eldest brother that you can do something like collect money over the phone, right?"

"..."

"And the money?"

"We have a little now, but it's not enough." The person in charge took out a stack of loose banknotes from his pocket in a flattering manner: "This is all we have."

The tall and thin man didn't even click, he just put the money in his pocket, not seeming to care much.

"It's okay, don't worry. Take everyone with you and go draw blood first to sell a batch of goods."

He pointed at a few female researchers and said, "Those few can still take on business. They can work during the day and take on business at night. We will soon have enough people."

"This, this won't work!" The person in charge quickly stopped him: "This is different from what we agreed upon!"

The reason why he offered advice and suggestions to the big brother of the local gang, and even preferred to lead everyone to do bad things, was because at least he could keep his life and property safe.

It's just that there has been no results so far, and the chaos and confrontation here are becoming increasingly fierce, so the pressure is getting heavier.

The young lady who contacted Alia stood up and said, "Please give us another day!"

In a day, no matter whether Alia really comes or not, it is better to delay it than to have no hope.

The tall and thin man squinted at her for several seconds, then looked at the person in charge: "One day? What are you planning?"

"Ah... ah?"

"You had no money before, but now you've given me all the money, and you're told you'll have the money in one day. Do you want to run away, or do you want to rebel?"

As he said this, he snatched a coconut knife from his men and pressed the person in charge directly on the table: "Tell me - what do you think - tell me!"

"I, I didn't! I didn't!"

"We'll know if he's dead or not if we chop him off. Come on, hold him down and I'll chop off his feet. I've been wanting to do that before."

The moody tall and thin man did not believe their sophistry. In his opinion, only the simplest and purest violence could convince people.

He raised the knife, and several young men in the laboratory started to get agitated, seemingly planning to take action.

"What are you doing! What are you doing——"

The tall and thin man threw away the knife in his hand, took out a revolver, and pointed it at everyone: "Do you see what this is? Do you see it?"

Under the threat of the gun, the little bit of resistance that had just been burning in their hearts was immediately extinguished, and everyone subconsciously stepped back.

"Hang her up, hang her over the window, hang her up—" The tall and thin man pointed at the young lady, "They want to rebel! They actually dared to disobey me. I just wanted to chop off one of their legs and make them sell blood a few times, but they dared to lie to me. If they dare to lie to me today, they will beat me to death tomorrow. I can't tolerate this!"

A few brothers looked at each other, laughed, and rummaged through the boxes and drawers to find a rope to hang someone.

They quite like this kind of game, hanging people high up and teasing them like fishing, and having the pleasure of having the power of life and death over the other person.

The tall and thin man then picked up the coconut knife and patted the lab director on the face: "Hey, let me tell you, I want one of your legs. How much are you willing to pay for your life?"

"..."

"You don't want to talk, right? Then I'll chop off all your legs and see who is lucky enough to survive!"

……

……

"Where is Building 30?"

Rumlow looked at the map at the unrecognizable block and was a little confused: "It should be in this direction - but why did it collapse?"

Other operators were also searching the surrounding environment, quickly occupying commanding heights and controlling any resistance forces that might cause danger.

Tolov stood beside Alia, looking around with cold eyes.

There are three other operators who are obviously specially selected. They look like giant Slavic bears standing up, surrounding Alia.

In addition to bulletproof vests, these three operators also have a large shield almost as tall as themselves, ready to block Alia's sneak attacks at any time.

As the real owner, Alia simply withdrew her gaze from the buildings that were scarred by war.

This place used to be prosperous, but now it is long gone. Instead of searching step by step, it is better to let the local snake lead the way.

She looked at the little leader, and the little leader's mind went blank, then he looked at Alia, who didn't look like she was joking.

Find, find yourself?

How could he be looking for himself?

They set out from the port area this morning and defeated more than 20 small groups along a distance of nearly 100 kilometers in just over two hours.

Judging from the speed their convoy was moving, they hardly stopped.

A huge convoy crossed the suburbs and urban areas, and the speed was only about 50 to 60 kilometers per hour even with the accelerator pressed to the bottom.

What’s more important is that 80% of these forces blocking the way are stronger than their small group.

He is just a violent gang affiliated with the Free Army, and his equipment of dozens of guns is not as good as his little finger.

Among the forces that were defeated by them, there were several that even had powerful weapons such as armored vehicles, but in the end they were turned into lighters at the first sight.

Again, when this kind of force comes out, the amount of arms they squander is probably more than their entire fortune.

"Is there any misunderstanding between us..." The little leader tried hard to explain: "I don't know you!"

"We contacted each other yesterday." Alia played with the sunglasses in her hand: "I asked you for a group of people, and you said you wanted 100 million, and you could only export labor."

The little leader was in a trance for a short time, then suddenly woke up: "Yes - it's you!"

"I remembered?"

"I was kidding! I didn't know... I... I thought you were..."

What did he think?

Of course he thought that Alia was a victim of a telecom fraud, and the idiot who was deceived came to him to trace the source.

Investigate? If you have the guts, come to my house and chop your kidneys off!

But he never dreamed that the guy who spoke so sincerely and in an official tone actually meant it!

"Am I kidding you?" Alia looked at him. "I made four billion dollars in two days. Now I spent my time negotiating with you. You have to give me an explanation."

"Bang----"

A faint gunshot was heard, and everyone was immediately alert.

The three big shields turned around to protect Alia, and Tolov directly pulled out his gun and pointed it at the little leader's head.

"Tell your men to stop! Everyone, raise your hands and surrender!"

The little leader was in tears. If he had known that the other party was not passing through but came directly to his door, he should have had his people hide and rebel.

If you don't fight to the death, why are you just sitting here with a gun pointed at your head?

Although I know that the most likely consequence is being hit like a nail by this group of brutal hammer-like guys, but at least there is a chance, right?

Now, he was being held hostage in the face of danger. He had no chance to resist and was also worried that his men would shoot and cause misunderstanding.

"No, it's not mine... No... I don't have it..."

Rumlow came back jogging, his face looking a little grim, and he seemed to be saying something while pressing the earphones.

"Boss, something went wrong."

"What's the problem?" Alia was peeling off the candy wrapper and handed a lollipop to Rumlow: "Do you want one?"

"No - Boss, we found our rescue target, but he seems to have been kidnapped."

Alia, who had just bitten the lollipop, stopped and was silent for half a second. She crushed the candy in her mouth with a crunch and looked back at the little leader.

"Are you so brave?"

"I didn't! I didn't!!"