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"We are the Special Forces squad of the Red Cross Assistance Center, immediately lay down your weapons, or we will open fire!"
Three special forces operatives, their faces tanned dark, rushed over with their rifles raised.
Bulong and his group paused mid-step. Although they had guns, they were not carrying them.
Even if they had been, they wouldn’t have been foolish enough to confront these soldiers.
"This is our territory, you Red Cross have crossed the boundary."
Bulong squeezed past his underlings and stepped forward, speaking to the leader of the special forces with an unfriendly tone.
"We’re not here to overstep our bounds, we just came to pick someone up." The leader of the special forces gestured to his two teammates to lower their weapons and explained in fluent Burmese.
He didn’t want to have a conflict with Bulong and his men either.
As the saying goes, even a mighty dragon must not oppress the local snake.
Moreover, in the West District, Cansoto, who backed Bulong, undoubtedly had absolute authority.
Cansoto controlled two lifelines in the Refugee Cave — powder and arms.
As long as he kept a firm grip on these two things, his position in the refugee camp would remain unshaken.
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"In the room." Gu Yu hastily cleared the path behind him and turned to shout to Ez, not far behind him, "Ez, hurry and take these doctors to see your parents."
Ez didn’t need the reminder. Seeing the doctors wearing white coats with Red Cross symbols stitched on their arms, he immediately ran forward to lead the way.
He glanced at Gu Yu with a look of concern.
Gu Yu pointed to the three special operatives, signaling that with them there, he wouldn’t be in danger.
Only then did Ez feel relieved. He ran towards his home with his head down, mumbling to himself, "It’s going to be okay, it’s going to be okay, Dad, Mom..."
"I’m not letting you take this Huaxia person with you." Peron’s gaze was icy as he stared at Gu Yu. Even faced with the special forces of the Red Cross squad, his tone remained defiant.
If he let Gu Yu go just like that, what dignity would he have left before his underlings?
While Peron was sizing up Gu Yu and contemplating how to torture him, Gu Yu suddenly said with a smile:
"Do you think you can keep me here?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone’s gaze converged on Gu Yu.
"Don’t overestimate your abilities. We’ve only come with three people, leave this area quickly. If Cansoto personally shows up, none of us can escape."
The captain of the Special Forces squad leaned close to Gu Yu and whispered.
"I understand." Gu Yu nodded. He wasn’t so arrogant to think that he could single-handedly suppress all the militants in the West District.
Even though he now had these local special forces as his escort, their primary mission was to protect the doctors, not to engage in conflict with others on his behalf.
But even if it was just him, he wasn’t someone Peron could keep.
He had a backup plan; he could call in aerial support at any time through the system administrator, even though this was the lawless Rohingya refugee camp.
Of course, the Check-in Points required to make the call were terrifyingly high, capable of consuming more than half of his remaining points.
He would absolutely not use it unless it was absolutely necessary.
Fifty thousand Check-in Points was his bottom line, and that was for saving his life.
Peron’s face darkened, and he looked at Gu Yu as if he were an idiot.
Did this Huaxia man really think that with the protection of these few special soldiers, he could walk sideways through the West District?
It wasn’t that no Red Cross doctor had ever died in the West District; it’s just that it hadn’t been exposed publicly.
You must know, they were the local power here. The Red Cross was merely a group of outsiders.
His eyes flickered as he assessed Gu Yu from head to toe, already thinking about where to start cutting.
The captain of the Special Forces squad became alert as he noticed the change in Peron’s demeanor. The assault rifle he held was already slightly raised at the muzzle.
Biqi, who had already received promises of benefits from Peron, also raised his hand to his men behind him.
Several underlings scampered out from the surrounding bungalows, each brandishing a makeshift riot shield assembled from steel plates.
These black steel shields were fitted with multiple firing ports, and the dark muzzles of guns poked out from them.
All were AK47s. At Biqi’s command, they could turn Gu Yu and the few Red Cross special guards into a beehive.
As the right-hand man to Cansoto, the most notorious armed head of the West District, Biqi could mobilize the surrounding underlings at any time.
Standing behind the wall formed by riot shields, Biqi looked through the gaps with a disdainful gaze fixed on the few before him.
"Big trouble now." The special forces squad captain murmured, his palms beginning to sweat.
He didn’t know exactly how Gu Yu had offended Peron, but with Biqi’s involvement, it seemed this matter wouldn’t end well today!
But he did not take a single step back; his mission was to protect Gu Yu.
Exchanging glances with the other two teammates, the three of them immediately changed their positions to form a triangular formation, guarding Gu Yu in front.
"If a battle really breaks out later, cover Yu’s escape first. I’ll cover the rear."
The squad leader said with a murmur, his eyes low and gaze watchful of Biqi and the others blocking the necessary path while searching his peripheral vision for cover to dodge bullets in the shortest time possible.
He was prepared to sacrifice himself today.
He touched the pocket on his chest where a family photo was tucked in the inner lining. If he were to fall heroically, the Red Cross Center would likely provide a substantial condolence payment.
As a local born and bred, that sum of money should be enough for his family to leave this barren land.
As the squad leader fantasized about his family’s improved life after his sacrifice, a solid arm suddenly rested on his shoulder.
"Don’t worry, they wouldn’t dare do anything to us."
Gu Yu spoke in fluent Burmese, chuckling. Confidence filled his eyes, without a trace of the tension and fear that comes with being in peril.
"You’re the most arrogant guy I’ve ever seen on the soil of the West District."
Hearing Gu Yu’s comforting words to the special forces squad, Biqi couldn’t help but show a look of annoyance on his face.
This was Cansoto’s turf, and there was nothing they wouldn’t dare to do here!
In response to Biqi’s furious words, Gu Yu merely smiled slightly without responding.
Seeing Gu Yu completely ignoring him, a flash of ruthless intent crossed Biqi’s eyes.
He lifted his hand slightly, and the sound of bullets being chambered immediately came from behind the makeshift riot shields, waiting for his order to turn the oblivious Huaxia man in front of them into a human sieve.
"I’m counting down from five, and when I reach one, you’ll immediately roll towards the wall on the right side—their riot shields have blind spots. You can dodge the bullets the instant they fire!"
The squad leader, seeing the situation, instantly broke into a sweat and almost growled the order.
Biqi’s eyes grew colder; he planned to take a risk—for the West District had seen the death of Red Cross members before. All that mattered was cleaning up afterward.
"5!"
"4!"
"3!"
The squad leader began the countdown, as the other two team members were already subtly preparing to grab Gu Yu and run with him.
But Gu Yu still stood there smiling, without making a single move.
"2!"
"Go!"
The squad leader roared a command, charging in the opposite direction towards Biqi, lifting his gun ready to provide cover fire, prepared to block bullets with his own body for Gu Yu and the rest of the team.
Biqi’s men had their fingers on the triggers, the gun barrels ready to spit fire…
"You’re all going to die today…"
Biqi jeered coldly, ready to signal his men to shoot.
Just as his palm started to drop an inch…
"Attention below, lay down your weapons and surrender immediately! Otherwise, we will engage in covering fire! I repeat, we will engage in covering fire!"
A commanding voice suddenly blasted from the loudspeaker overhead, followed by a deafening roar descending from above.
A blue and white painted armed helicopter hovered above Gu Yu like a descending deity, its side-mounted cannons already aimed at Biqi and everyone around him, and even the missiles beneath the helicopter were loaded and ready to launch!
The Red Cross emblem clearly displayed on the entire rear of the helicopter was strikingly visible.
Biqi froze for three seconds before his complexion wildly changed, and he immediately turned around and yelled at his men: "Drop your weapons, drop your weapons! Damn it, all of you drop your weapons!"
"What the hell! How could an armed helicopter be here! Since when does the Red Cross have armed helicopters!!!"
Biqi and Peron’s faces were ashen, yet they couldn’t muster the thought to resist.
In the face of such formidable steel eagles, AKs and riot shields were a joke!
Their mounted machine guns alone could blast them into nothingness!
"Let’s go~"
Gu Yu spoke to the squad leader and his members who were still dumbfounded, then casually walked past Biqi and Peron, not forgetting to tap Biqi and Peron on the shoulder with a smile.
"Damn it!"
Biqi clenched his fist tightly, his face ashen with anger. This was a harsh slap to the face in front of his subordinates, yet he was utterly helpless!
"That damned guy, I’ll kill him one day!"
Peron was so angry that the wound on his face opened up again and began to bleed…
Gu Yu noncommittally shrugged his shoulders; such threats were as meaningless as a three-year-old saying not to leave after school.
As long as the Ark was docked at Chittagong for one day, he had the safest backing.
Because behind him stood a powerful homeland!
"Let’s go, I haven’t even had dinner yet. You owe me one, and I’ll come back to collect it next time."
As Gu Yu walked out of the crowd, he suddenly paused, turned his back to the group, and waved nonchalantly.
"What did that damn Huaxia man just say…?"
Anger rising, Biqi didn’t catch what Gu Yu had said and incredulously scratched his ear.
Peron almost ground his teeth to pieces as he replied through clenched teeth, "He said we owe him a dinner, and he’ll come to collect it!"
Biqi slapped Peron’s shoulder hard: "If he dares to come, I’ll turn him into dinner!"
"There’s a saying amongst the Huaxia people: ’It’s too much to bear!’ This Gu Yu is simply unbearable!"
Biqi shouted angrily, blissfully unaware it was him who had been too much to bear just moments ago…
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