Chapter 162: Chapter 143: Kill (Asking for subscription!)_1 Seeing the escalating tension between the two sides, and sensing a death could come at any moment, Tang Qing quickly retrieved a gun from the warehouse. It was a German-made G36 light assault rifle, a design he was particularly fond of. He chose to use foreign firearms to avoid bringing trouble to the domestic police force. The thought of a domestic gun lost somewhere on the streets, would potentially cause countless people to worry and even ruin some people’s year. Particularly since Zheng Xiu was the local chief of the Public Security Bureau and he had been good to Tang Qing, it was unnecessary to create trouble for him. "Click." Heloaded the gun, adjusted the scope’s light intensity. This was the advantage of the System Shop; it allowed for the customization of scopes for any firearm other than handguns. Through the low light scope, Tang Qing aimed at the chest of the adversary. Imitating what he’d seen on TV, he steadied his mind and breathing to avoid any shaking of the scope. With the high magnification scope and the distance just over a hundred meters, despite the cold wind, the likelihood of him missing the shot was low. He placed his finger on the trigger. Despite the cold wind, his hand sweat profusely and his heart rate notably increased. This was real killing, not a game. Tang Qing gulped. Damn it, he thought, let’s just treat this like playing CF. After all, he was a triple V level, and there was nothing to be afraid of. Besides, at this distance and in this darkness, he wouldn’t be able to see the blood splatter through the low light scope, it would just look like colored ’water’. "Humph, Wei Jun, I didn’t expect you to completely disregard your old man’s life. Such a pity that what your family did before won’t allow you to stay in this country any longer. And do you really think that with all the money you have, you can live a peaceful life after returning to the country? You’re too naive. Now, everyone in your family is under our surveillance. Did you think your call to the police this morning was going to help? Those damn cops were just spinning in our palm, and we’ve successfully diverted their attention to the neighboring county," said the man who had spoken before in a dismissive tone. Tang Qing was attentively listening. It was clear that this man was leading the conversation; while the other man remained silent with his arms folded, showing a lack of alertness. Presumably, he believed no one was paying attention to this area. Moreover, as soon as he heard the man disrespect the police, a wave of displeasure hit him. After all, his own uncle was a policeman. Wei Jun, sitting on the ground, turned pale upon hearing these words. No wonder his call to the police in the morning had been useless. Soon after he reported, he was captured, and there were no roadblocks or vehicle checks put in place by the police. It turned out they had been misdirected by these people. Seeing the strong anti-spying capabilities of these people, Wei Jun feared his family was in grave danger. He regretted not seeking police protection immediately after returning to the country. If he had, he might not be in this predicament. Even being imprisoned or living under surveillance was better than death. Wei Jun’s family had fled to Myanmar in the early years due to famine. Later, due to a series of fortunate circumstances and situational compulsions, their family became a small armed force in the Golden Triangle area. However, they did not engage in drug trafficking; instead, they primarily dealt in jade, jewelry, gold, and such. They eradicated all the opium poppies in the area they controlled, replanting the land with rice and other grains. They led a fairly good life. Due to prudent operations and the advantage of being Chinese, after so many years of development, the territory they controlled covered thousands of square kilometers, housing twenty to thirty thousand people, and had about eight hundred armed personnel. They had turned into one of the largest jade suppliers in the Golden Triangle region. Many other armed groups in the region sold the jade, gemstones, and gold they mined to them, and they would charge a hefty service fee. In addition, they also traded in rare timber and herbal materials. However, as there were so many armed groups in the region, they inevitably had competitors. Since there was no direct competition between them, they generally lived in harmony. Except for the conflicts over territory during the initial seven to eight years, as profit became the main focus, the conflicts slowly lessened. However, they still occurred occasionally. Once, an clash resulted in the death of his uncle and cousin. Only Wei Jun’s father, himself, and an adopted son of his uncle remained. Wei Jun’s father even recognized the adopted son as his godson. Surprisingly, the leader of a large nearby armed group was shot dead recently. When his cruel son ascended the throne, Wei Jun intentionally attended the mourning function, hoping to build a good relationship with the new leader. They chatted happily initially, but after a week, the new leader sent troops to annex them. His tone was arrogant, and his conditions were severe. If they agreed, they would lose everything they had managed for so many years. They would become tools to make money for him under his surveillance. Naturally, they couldn’t accept. Everyone knew that the other party was in the drug business. If they were annexed, their own territory would become dirty and chaotic. Especially when the newly ascended leader was known for being savage. If he controlled the people in Wei jun’s territory, many innocent people might suffer. Since neither party was willing to budge, there were clashes following a few failed attempts at annexation. Their side lost over a hundred men. Especially after the other party secured many large weapons from somewhere; they even obtained tanks and armored vehicles. Although they also wanted to purchase them, they couldn’t find an arms dealer in time, and more importantly, they didn’t have any trained personnel to operate these vehicles. Training them would take too long. Naturally, they suffered a tragic loss as they had to retreat continuously, losing nearly half of their territory, and having over a hundred men die. It was only much later that they found out that the other party had hired ’temporary workers’ to operate those equipments. Otherwise, how could an armed force, that only had artillery, suddenly have people who could drive a tank? When things had reached a point of no return and his own cousin had been captured by the enemy, he persuaded his father to seek alternative options. In order not to get this adopted son killed, they pretended to agree to the enemy’s demand for surrender. After their cousin was released, not wanting to become someone else’s money-making tool, they fled overnight with a majority of their trusted followers and a few willing civilians to a territory controlled by the Myanmar government. They gave the people some money to fend for themselves and finally came to China through smugglers introduced by a familiar source. After several detours, he and his father ended up in Chunwu county next door. There were five of them who returned to the country: him, his father, their cousin, Uncle Wang in front of them, and a bodyguard. After they arrived in Chunwu County, they thought they could finally relax and live peacefully. But the day before yesterday, they accidentally discovered they were being followed. After recalling and identifying, they realized it was the people from the smuggling team that helped them enter China. Seeing these people with malicious intentions, his father, Wei Xiong, decided to split up and escape, maintaining contact via phone. He and Uncle Wang ran along small roads for a full day before they reached a hotel in the county town and checked in. He also sent a text message to inform his father. But when he woke up early this morning, he discovered the enemy’s men again, and his father’s phone was unreachable. He immediately realized something might have happened to his father, so he decided to call the police instead of running. Now his father was probably in danger. His only option was to seek help from the police. However, he never expected to be found by the enemy in the hotel even before the police came to his assistance. They were forced into a car and the enemy’s three other men went to lure the police away. Their goal was the fortune accumulated by their family over the years, over 50 million dollars. "No more talking, just kill me. You guys will never get that money from me," Wei Jun said coldly. Whether he talked or stayed silent, death was inevitable, so there was no point in saying more. Only he and his father knew the account and password for that money. At least, he definitely wouldn’t reveal it. Even though he knew from the enemy that his father was being tracked and monitored, what if his father managed to escape? At least there would be some money left to live on, so that they wouldn’t starve to death. "You not talking is fine, do you really think I dare not kill you? Even if you don’t speak, your little brother will. Once your brother gets the account and password from your father, haha," the leader sneered. "What, you said my brother...?" Wei Jun asked in shock. He’s not stupid, he immediately grasped the hidden meaning in their leader’s words. He originally thought they were followed due to their own carelessness, but it now appeared there was a traitor in the midst. He just never thought it would be his own younger brother who had lived with them for over a decade. They were indeed very kind to him, viewing him as their own brother. Now, thinking back, it was obvious there were signs of his brother’s unusual behavior. This brother was a local orphan adopted by his second uncle, he just never expected him to be such an ingrate. Damn, no wonder his brother acted so weird along the way, delaying things and not seeming nervous at all. He also remembered when his father first discovered they were being followed; his father wanted to find the police but was stopped by his brother. His brother claimed the police might arrest them and seize all their property. They didn’t want to be imprisoned, and holding on to hope of escaping, his father then proposed they split up and run. "What did you think? The country is huge. If it wasn’t for him, we wouldn’t have found you guys. Are you angry, huh? Your brother has been eyeing your family’s savings for a long time. He knew your father wouldn’t give him much, so he found us along the way and proposed a collaboration to steal your family’s wealth. He only wanted one fifth of it. There was disagreement among us. Some old guys strictly adhered to rules, and we didn’t dare to act on our way. Or else, how do you think you managed to return home safely?" the man finished and let out a boisterous laugh. "Hahaha, truly, a thief in the family is hard to guard against! That beast, and you rule-breaking trashes, even teamed up with outsiders to bully fellow countrymen," Wei Jun retorted through clenched teeth with a laugh-out-of-anger expression. "Heh, you’re mistaken. You guys earned so much money abroad, sharing some with us shouldn’t be too much, right? Go ahead and curse if you want, you’ll be dead soon anyway. I’ll take your head to eliminate any hope the old guy might have. When your father learns of your death, he might tell your brother, so..." the man sneered, moving his gun to point at Wei Jun’s head. Listening from the side, Tang Qing was speechless, thinking, where did this idiotic man come from? Even watching so many domestic TV series for so many years, doesn’t he know any basic logic? Threatening someone with a living person is much better than threatening with a dead one. It seemed like this man’s brain had been kicked by a donkey. At this moment, Uncle Wang rushed up and shielded Wei Jun with his body. His face resolute, his posture ready to face death, Wei Jun couldn’t persuade him to move away. In the end, he didn’t bother. Either way, death would come sooner or later. It seemed he could only repay this kindness in his next life. "Old fella, since you’re so eager, you can die first!" The leader sneered lewdly, aiming at Uncle Wang’s chest, preparing to pull the trigger. He wouldn’t dare to kill Wei Jun at this point since he didn’t have the authority. He only wanted to scare him, and he certainly wasn’t stupid. As for this Uncle Wang, it wouldn’t matter if he died. But the next second, his smile froze. He only felt a chill in his chest. He had expected to see a blood hole appear on the old man’s body, but reality showed him losing strength in his own body and falling backward. On top of that, he didn’t hear a gunshot. "Sniper!" That was the last thought in his mind before he lost consciousness. With a soft thud, breaking a few stalks of oilseed rape, the leader fell onto the ground, his eyes still open in death. PS: Chapter Two has arrived.