The fat man fell into madness. He raised and lowered the baton in his hand, dropped it and raised it again, hitting the opponent hard. The opponent used his hands to block it, wailing and begging for mercy. The baton broke his arm and broke his flesh.
, blood spattered, flesh and blood blurred.
"Seeing as they are all Chinese, please spare me."
He was unable to speak and his consciousness became blurred, but his will to survive prevailed.
The fat man was breathing heavily. The blood from the broken finger dyed the gauze wrapped around his hand red. There was a stinging pain from the place where the broken finger was. When he heard what the other party said, his expression turned slightly ferocious:
"Chinese!? You, special code, still know that you are Chinese. Look at the people you have mutilated, beaten, and abused. How come you, special code, did not think that they are also Chinese!"
The anger in the fat man's heart, who had originally planned to let him go, was aroused, and his impulse took over his reason. He fought back fiercely with the baton in his hand, and shouted while beating:
"Chinese, Chinese, I asked you to say they are Chinese. Since they are all Chinese, why do you want to torture them? Why! You bunch of dogs, when you tortured them, did you ever think that they are also Chinese?
Have you ever thought that they are only in their twenties! Do you know that I was deceived by you to come here, and the rest of my life was ruined by you, and three of my fingers were broken by you, and now you tell me that you are all Chinese!
"
Zhou Mingming and Li Xin didn't have much resentment against this group of people. They had just arrived, and the person who beat them was not among the group of people. After picking up the electric batons on the ground, they passed by the group of people.
, standing next to Xia Yuan.
Others stayed in the park for several months, or even more than half a year. During this period, these people subjected them to inhuman abuse, various beatings, and even imprisonment in small dark rooms and water dungeons, both physical and mental torture. And now
With a breakthrough to vent, these people vented all their anger on these people.
The people who escaped with Xia Yuan retaliated with batons and electric batons, returning the scars left by the guards on their bodies in the same way. They didn't even feel relieved, and hit the guards hard with their batons.
, the guards’ screams echoed through the corridor.
They have been locked up in the park for a long time and have experienced inhuman abuse and humiliation. The hatred and anger squeezed in their hearts are fully expressed at this moment.
Zhou Mingming and Li Xin seemed to be worried that their screams would attract other people, so they thought of reminding Xia Yuan. Xia Yuan comforted them: "Such screams will only make the sleeping guards think they are being held here."
The Chinese people were subjected to corporal punishment and abuse by them, but they never thought that the screams were coming from one of their own people."
Xia Yuan stared at the people venting their anger and said: "Don't beat them to death, break their limbs and throw them here, so that they will spend the rest of their lives in wheelchairs. They will soon be abandoned by the park after losing their value.
The rest of my life will be worse than death."
His words woke up the people who were venting their anger. They used batons to severely break the limbs of the guard who was lying on the ground. The fat man even smashed a man's weapon, and the man fainted on the spot.
The fat man was holding the baton, and the blood on the guard's body was splattered all over his body. His palms wrapped with gauze were soaked with blood, dripping with sticky blood. He gasped and looked at Xia Yuan: "Thank you, this
Someone broke my finger, and I swore that if I had a chance to live, I would kill him! Definitely!"
The fat man's face turned ferocious, and he spit out a mouthful of blood at the man on the ground. This man was the man who broke his finger with a hammer in the office. His original arrogant and domineering attitude was gone, and he lay there like a dead dog.
On the ground, it was beyond recognition, bloody and bloody, with more going in and less coming out.
Others were carrying weapons, their chests were rising and falling, and their expressions were ferocious.
A bald man said: "If we can go out, I will do anything to repay you!"
Several other people also had this attitude. After experiencing this incident, they had given up hope that they could go back alive, but now this person who suddenly appeared gave them a glimmer of hope to live. After venting, they
He began to admire Xia Yuan very much, and even had his whole heart focused on him.
The image of Xia Yuan fighting against many just now lingered in their minds. Even if Lu Bu, the God of War in the Three Kingdoms, came, he was probably only that powerful. After living in modern society for so long, they were the real number one.
This is the first time I have seen someone who knows kung fu be so powerful.
He dealt with the guards armed with electric batons and police batons with his bare hands, and was unharmed in the fight. What kind of terrifying combat power was this? They couldn't imagine that such a fierce man actually existed in modern society. They thought they were in despair, but Xia Yuan once again
It brought light to them. At this moment, the image of Xia Yuan lingered in their minds. Even if Xia Yuan asked them to attack, they would not hesitate.
Xia Yuandao: "If you only think about going back, then I am so disappointed. Myanmar is our paradise. Now that we are here, will it be a pity if we don't make a career here?"
The fat man said with an extremely firm attitude: "Whatever you say you want to do, I will definitely follow you!"
Several other people stood on top of the crowd, holding the electric batons in their hands and nodding heavily.
"If my previous idea was just to come here to find someone, now what I want to do is to create a Chinatown here! To shelter those people who have been deceived into Myanmar and become homeless! The only way is to gather these people together.
, twisted into a rope, they will not underestimate the strength of us Chinese!"
Xia Yuan's eyes moved slightly and he said an idea that shocked everyone.
Chinatown was the idea he had when he was imprisoned in his room. He wanted to unite the rest of the country to create a peaceful Chinatown to help those Chinese who had been deceived. However, it was almost very difficult to do this.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After everyone calmed down, they fell into thinking. Fatty smiled bitterly: "When we founded Chinatown, there are many Chinese neighborhoods in Burma. Unfortunately, they have lived here for too long and have integrated with the local area.
As one body, everyone speaks in Burmese. It is not an easy task for us to establish a Chinatown."
Xia Yuan naturally knows how difficult it is to open a Chinatown. First, the local government and police station, and secondly, the local private armed forces and the forces behind the Wa State. He made such a huge noise in the 425 Park. Afterwards,
The Wa State will definitely notice it and chase him down.
“I will look for opportunities to build Chinatown!”
He then pointed at Brother Peng who was unconscious on the ground and said: "Take away their belongings and mobile phones and take Brother Peng with them. Let's leave now!"
Everyone took action immediately and took away all their wallets and mobile phones. The two of them picked up Brother Peng and followed Xia Yuan closely. The fat man and the bald man came behind. This time they had weapons and someone as powerful as Xia Yuan.
His confidence in leaving the park became stronger. Zhou Mingming held the electric baton and said, "Xia Yuan, why don't you call out the people in the other rooms and let's escape together? There is strength in numbers!"
Xia Yuan led them through the corridor and walked up the stairs towards the first floor. As he walked, he said: "It is true that more people are more powerful, but more people means chaos and the inability to coordinate and command. And when I act, I
We have given them a choice. They are afraid of life and death and have chosen to live quietly. Now we call them out. When they really face the enemy, will they move forward with us?"
Xia Yuan's words made Zhou Mingming and Li Xin think.
They have arrived on the first floor.
The refreshing breeze at night blew over, and the Tibetan Mastiff, which seemed to have found some movement, suddenly stood up and looked towards the dark side where the few people were. It smelled the stranger's breath and barked at the few people. The Tibetan Mastiff's sudden cry startled several people.
Shivered.
"Don't be nervous, it's the Tibetan Mastiff who is guarding the gate. After several previous temptations, this Tibetan Mastiff has lost the trust of the guards. This is our best chance to leave the park."
Xia Yuan glanced at a few people and said: "We are very likely to have a head-on collision with a gunman holding a gun. No one should panic. Watch my actions and listen to my commands!"
The fat man nodded and said, "Xia Yuan, don't worry, we will definitely stay calm!"
Xia Yuan is a person with real abilities. They firmly believe that Xia Yuan can solve all problems and emergencies just like they did in the corridor, and all they have to do is obey Xia Yuan's orders.
The park is very large, with many buildings. They are not the only fraud companies that exist. However, this newly enclosed land belongs to the Wa State Group, and the existing fraud companies are also under the name of the Wa State Group. In addition to the Wa State Group, there are also
There are many fraudulent companies established under the names of groups in the 425 Park. The 425 Park is a collective name for a collection of fraud dens.
Hearing the barking of wolf dogs, the guard who was watching late at night was awakened and cursed the eighteen generations of Tibetan Mastiff ancestors, preventing anyone from getting a good night's sleep.
Having had enough, he stood up and checked the door lock of the courtyard gate. After making sure it was locked, he yawned and walked towards the building. The Tibetan Mastiff's bark was so loud and fierce that it made people unable to sleep. The other gunmen
Then I slept relatively smoothly. I was startled several times before, but the result was a false alarm. Needless to say, it is the same as the previous times.
The guard guarding the door walked to the door of the monitoring room, opened the door and saw that there was no one in the monitoring room, so he pulled over a recliner and muttered: "This guy Lao Xin probably went to poop again. It's been so long, what's the matter?"
See if you come back."
When he was lying down, he subconsciously glanced at the surveillance images in each corner of the four computers. There were twelve surveillance images on one computer. He just glanced at them roughly without noticing any of the surveillance images.
There are many people lying in the corridor in the picture, and black liquid is flowing everywhere on the floor of the corridor.
He yawned and lay sleepily on the recliner.
A gust of cold wind blew in from outside the door. He shivered slightly. He stood up and thought that he had closed the door. He turned his head and was shocked and covered in cold sweat. He was standing alone at the door. When he found the other party, the other party was already there.
He rushed over and hit the back of his neck with his fist filled with strong wind.
In an instant, he lost consciousness and lay on the ground.
The person who acted was Xia Yuan. He got a 9mm police revolver from the guard, as well as two spare magazines and eighteen bullets. The 9mm police revolver was designed and finalized in 2005 and in 2006.
After trying out the equipment in the public security team, he also couldn't figure out why the domestic pistols appeared on the private armed forces of Burma.
After a brief inspection, I discovered that the pistol was actually a replica.
"It is a copy of a domestic police pistol with rough workmanship and poor accuracy. It is probably produced in a private black workshop in Myanmar."
The advantages of the domestic 9mm police revolver are very obvious. It has the inherent advantages of ordinary revolvers such as fast shooting, easy operation and low failure rate. The lower center of gravity of the domestic revolver makes the barrel beat smaller during shooting.
It is more suitable for multiple consecutive shootings. It is probably the reason why it was copied by these guys in Myanmar because of its ease of use.
Even now, they are still being imitated.
The types of firearms in Myanmar are relatively mixed, similar to those in India. The weapons used by the Indian army can be said to be of the IWC brand. The same is true in Myanmar. The most smuggled guns are later seized by the local police. After being seized by the local police, they use their own equipment. Some
Both local groups and private armed forces are related to the public bureau. Most of the weapons in the public bureau will flow out to some criminals and be copied and produced by them.
After putting the pistol in his pocket and groping for the door key, mobile phone and wallet on him, the fat man and others had returned. After entering the room, they closed the door.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I heard you, I have turned off all the lights that can be turned off. Is it okay if we do this?" The fat man came over and asked.
"It's okay. Turn off the lights for easier movement." Xia Yuan handed him the key and said, "You have escaped before and are familiar with the surroundings, so you will lead the way."
The fat man thought for a while and asked again: "Can I go to the local man's house where I escaped last time?"
Xia Yuan asked: "Do you want revenge?"
The fat man nodded, and Xia Yuan said: "If you get someone's life in your hands, there is a high probability that you won't be able to go back."
The fat man said: "It doesn't matter. I'm an orphan, so I came to Burma alone. I can't go back long ago."
Xia Yuan thought for a while and said: "Okay, you can lead the way, we are leaving now."
The person in charge of looking out at the door suddenly turned his head, with a hint of panic in his tone: "Oh no, the lights outside have been turned off, and many people came down from upstairs. They are coming this way!"
Everyone immediately approached the door and looked out through the windows. The lights in the entire park were being lit up one by one. The figures of thugs holding sticks were shaking under the lights. They entered the dormitory on the first floor and woke up the sleeping gunmen.
A higher-level person in charge also came down from upstairs. Surrounded by a group of people, he came down to the first floor. Xia Yuan squinted his eyes and observed. Under the light, the person lit a cigarette and pointed at the distance surrounded by a group of people.
The wolfdog at the door, I don’t know what he said.
Then, the surrounding thugs dispersed to look for something. They sealed the door, opened the iron cage, and the gunmen pointed at the barking Tibetan mastiff and fired their pistols.
The banging gunshot tore through the silent night, and the wolfdog let out a whimper and squeaked, and fell motionless in the iron cage.