Detective: From the Police Academy

Chapter 533 I have no weapons, but I have money!
After three gunshots, the black sedan did not stop, but its windows shattered all over the ground.

The car turned the steering wheel and swerved to veer past the motorcycle on the right.

The motorcycle immediately lurched forward, avoiding a frontal impact.

Immediately afterwards, a dark gun barrel emerged from the driver's seat and pulled the trigger forward.

At the critical moment, the man on the back of the motorcycle on the left stepped up, grabbed his companion's shoulder with one hand, and with the other hand, pulled the trigger repeatedly at the car.

"Bang, bang!"

At the same time, the man in the front seat released the motorcycle handlebars, took something out of his pocket, bit it, and threw it in through the gap in the car window.

Luo Rui, standing at a distance, opened his eyes wide and exclaimed, "Damn it, Shou Lei!"

Immediately afterwards, the motorcycle revved up and sped off.

The car suddenly stopped, and Luo Rui and the others saw that the man driving the car was about to throw it.

"boom!"

A flash of fire, and thick smoke billowed up!

Amidst the thick smoke, the hand was blown off and landed on the asphalt road, while the car door was dented.

Jiang Feng shouted, "Run!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a pistol.

But it was too late. The two motorcycles turned ahead, came up to the car, saw that the people inside were definitely dead, and sped off in Luo Rui's direction.

Jiang Feng only had a gun, and behind him were shops facing the street, all of which were closed. He had nowhere to hide.

He pulled the safety, and the pistol was steadily pointed in the direction of the thugs, protecting everyone behind him.

Two motorcycles pulled up in front of Luo Rui, but the four men wearing helmets were not afraid of the gun in Jiang Feng's hand.

A man in a red motorcycle suit straightened up, pulled up the visor on his helmet, looked at Luo Rui, and asked, "A Chinese national?"

Luo Rui squinted and nodded.

The man gave a thumbs up and smiled: "You guys hurry up and leave. When those people come over, if they can't catch us, they'll arrest you as scapegoats. This isn't China."

After saying that, the man waved his hand, and the two motorcycles quickly turned around, revved their engines, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Jiang Feng put away his gun and sighed with lingering fear.

Qian Baishan chuckled and said, "This is fucking exciting! Much more exciting than what we have back home. Killing someone in the street, and even using a hand dart."

Luo Rui frowned and said, "Stop talking, let's go."

At this moment, police sirens could be heard in the distance, and police cars would be arriving soon. Right now, they were the only people on the street.

Back at the hotel, everyone sat on the sofas in the lobby on the first floor, but they were all rather unenthusiastic and unhappy.

Qian Baishan looked at Jiang Feng, who was drinking tea: "Old Jiang, where did you get your pistol? Oh, you can carry a gun without violating regulations, but we can't?"

Jiang Feng had a fanny pack slung over his shoulder. He unzipped it, took out his ID card and gun license, and handed them to him: "See this? This is all I need. If I get caught by the police here, I'm no longer a citizen of China."

Qian Baishan took it in his hand and looked at it, then exclaimed in surprise, "A Burmese identity card?"

Jiang Feng nodded: "I'm not like you guys. I used to be an Interpol officer. After I quit that line of work, I came here to help our people come over and arrest fugitives who were abroad."

I gave up my identity from our country. Besides my Myanmar ID card, I also have ID cards from several other countries.

Fang Yonghui clicked his tongue: "Then aren't you a middleman?"

Jiang Feng smiled and said, "What you said is pretty much true, but I am only loyal to our motherland."

Luo Rui squinted and asked, "Who were those two groups of people who were fighting in the street just now?"

Jiang Feng shook his head: "I don't know. Logically speaking, Yangon is relatively safe."

Luo Rui pondered for a moment and said, "The person I was talking to can speak Chinese."

"Most people here speak Chinese."

"Okay, everyone be careful and try not to go out alone. Feng, once you've gathered all the equipment, we'll head to Myawaddy."

Jiang Feng stood up: "Okay."

Luo Rui's eyes narrowed: "I have a very bad feeling about what happened tonight."

Qian Baishan immediately chimed in: "Indeed, we're not in such a passive position on our own side."

Luo Rui looked at Jiang Feng: "Before you set off, how many tour guides do you plan to hire?"

Jiang Feng replied, "Originally, it was arranged to have two."

Luo Rui waved his hand: "Find a security company, I need twenty people!"

"So many?" Jiang Feng was startled.

Luo Rui sneered: "All of them should be armed, preferably with M16s or G36s."

Jiang Feng swallowed hard, understanding his thoughts: "Mr. Luo, you want to hire mercenaries?"

"You are right to understand that."

"No, shouldn't we report this to the provincial department? Besides, the cost of hiring so many people..."

Luo Rui smiled and said, "No need. These are extraordinary times. I'll pay for it."

Hearing him say that, Qian Baishan and Fang Yonghui perked up: "Damn, this is awesome!"

Jiang Feng had no choice but to nod: "Alright then, but it may take a few more days. With so many people suddenly arriving, the border guards and outposts along the way will have a hard time dealing with them. We'll have to change our strategy."

Luo Rui stood up: "Tomorrow morning, we're going to see someone."

"Meeting whom?"

"You'll find out tomorrow."

the next morning.

Luo Rui brought Lin Chen and Jiang Feng to the China General Chamber of Commerce.

The three-story building was magnificent and gilded, with flags still hanging on the flagpole in front of it.

Seeing this, Jiang Feng grinned.

After entering, Luo Rui went to the front desk and said a few words.

The receptionist dialed a number, and a moment later, a middle-aged man in a Tang suit led several people down the circular staircase.

"Mr. Luo?"

After recognizing Luo Rui's face, the man warmly extended his hand.

"Hello, Mr. He."

"Mr. Luo, I've long admired your name. What brings you to Yangon? Last year, I visited Mr. Mo, hoping to meet you, but I didn't get the chance."

What a pleasant surprise to run into you here today! Come on, let's go upstairs and chat.

Luo Rui introduced to Jiang Feng: "Mr. He is the president of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce and has been doing business here all his life."

Jiang Feng nodded politely.

He Ruifeng looked at him, narrowed his eyes, and seemed to be deep in thought, but only for a moment: "Please come upstairs."

The group went to He Ruifeng's office.

The office is very large, nearly 200 square meters, with a desk that is at least ten meters long, and genuine leather sofas placed against the wall.

Although flags are hanging outside the building, the offices no longer bear any trace of their Chinese origin.

The group sat down around a coffee table, which was also made of huanghuali wood with a relief carving of a giant oriental dragon. The dragon's head faced a luxurious single sofa. After Jiang Feng sat down, he looked at He Ruifeng.

He knew the other person's name, of course. He was a big shot among the Chinese in Yangon, dealing in timber, marble, construction, and other businesses.

Of course, this is only the business on the surface; in the dark, it involves dealings in both legal and illegal activities.

Abroad, if you're talking about who's really successful, it's these kinds of people.

People like Luo Rui are definitely restricted by laws and regulations here because of their status, and they are extremely restricted in their freedom.

Moreover, if any problems arise, they have to take responsibility, commonly known as scapegoating.

It depends on how strong your side is. If you are strong, then the fault lies entirely with the other side.

For example, America in the last century.

What? You don't allow guns here?
My soldiers are stationed on your land.

The people who kill you will go to jail?

No, I'm not protecting you. You haven't even paid your protection money yet.

He Ruifeng was well aware of Luo Rui's identity, which was widely known. Although he treated him with great courtesy on the surface, he was secretly suspicious.

He brewed the tea, poured the first brew onto the tap, then brewed the second cup and poured one for each of Luo Rui, Jiang Feng, and Lin Chen.

Seeing Luo Rui reach for his teacup and take a sip, He Ruifeng followed suit, putting down his teacup and asking, "Mr. Luo, are you here on business or simply for leisure?"

Luo Rui didn't answer his question, but said directly, "What? I'm here to talk business with you."

He Ruifeng raised an eyebrow: "Business? What kind of business?"

"Domestic or international business, we can discuss anything, including business here, right?"

"Really?" He Ruifeng was overjoyed, but he couldn't be sure if Luo Rui was telling the truth.

Luo Rui nodded. He didn't expect the other party to be patriotic; few of these people were patriotic.

Next, Luo Rui and He Ruifeng discussed some business matters.

The main investments are in overseas projects by Hongguang Capital, involving real estate, shipping, etc. In addition, Mo Wanqiu has also invested in an Australian timber company and a real estate company.

In recent years, many people have gone to Australia, and they are all extremely wealthy, buying villas and estates worth tens or hundreds of millions of dollars. Some mysterious tycoons have even spent billions of dollars to buy real estate.

No one knows where the money came from, but Xiao Mo always knows.

Coincidentally, He Ruifeng's Chinese Chamber of Commerce also had business projects there.

And that's how we got in touch.

He Ruifeng understood; this King Yama had come to deliver money.

He immediately beckoned to his secretary: "Go arrange the lunch banquet, hire the best chef, cook our domestic dishes, cook whatever is expensive. Bring all my treasured wines, whatever Mr. Luo likes to drink today, we'll open that wine."

The secretary smiled slightly: "Yes, Chairman."

He Ruifeng knew that business deals were often made over drinks: "Mr. Luo, everyone, please come over here, let's eat and chat."

Luo Rui stood up and said with a smile, "Mr. He, you're too kind."

The meal lasted four or five hours, and when they came out, Luo Rui was helped by Lin Chen.

Lin Chen muttered, "That Mr. He can really drink."

Luo Rui, hiccuping from the alcohol, waved his hand and said, "This drinking session was worth it."

Lin Chen laughed and said, "Brother, I've never seen you do business before. Did you learn it from CEO Mo?"

Luo Rui sighed, got into the car, shook his head and said, "Now I understand, it's not easy for President Mo either."

Lin Chen curled his lip: "Not easy my ass. Little Mo always invites others to drink, she never drinks herself. She has the power to do what she says with her money."

"Whenever there's an occasion requiring drinking, it's always your Hongguang Capital's eight top executives who go. I heard that the Ms. Xie Wanli you invited is a very heavy drinker; she often represents Mr. Mo at drinking parties and can get a bunch of grown men drunk."

Jiang Feng sat in the driver's seat and said with a wry smile, "Now I understand the importance of money. Abroad, money is more useful than anything else, which is the opposite of what happens in China."

Lin Chen replied, "That's not entirely accurate; it depends on who has the money."

"That's true."

Jiang Feng nodded and drove Luo Rui back to the hotel.

Luo Rui was very drunk and fell asleep as soon as he got back to his hotel room.

During this time, Lin Chen fetched water for him to wash his face and applied it to his forehead.

Just as she was about to take off her clothes, Qiao Xue and Fang Yonghui forcibly dragged her out.

Lin Chen's eyes widened: "You don't think I'm going to do anything, do you?"

Qiao Xue put her hands on her hips and said, "It's hard to say. After all, we're abroad. You have a wild nature, what if you can't control yourself?"

"Are you kidding me!" Lin Chen rolled his eyes.

Fang Yonghui waved his hand: "Let's go, let's go, I'll take care of things here."

Lin Chen left indignantly. Qiao Xue and Fang Yonghui exchanged a glance and gave each other a bitter smile.

The next morning, Luo Rui woke up, wiped his face, went downstairs to the lobby, and saw a group of fully armed people standing in the lobby.

These are all locals, not very tall, with dark skin and calloused hands.

They carried standard-issue rifles, M16s or G36s, on their shoulders, and their weapon belts were full of magazines.

Jiang Feng stepped forward and whispered to Luo Rui, "These are the people sent by Chairman He, a total of twenty people."

Luo Rui nodded and saw a short man in a green uniform walk over. The man bowed to Luo Rui and said, "Mr. Luo, I am the leader. My name is Deng Sheng. Chairman He sent us to escort you to Miaowadi."

Luo Rui nodded and called to Qian Baishan and the others, "Go upstairs and pack your things. We'll leave in an hour. Lin Chen, notify the provincial department and inform Director Zhou."

Lin Chen nodded: "Understood."

Luo Rui went upstairs and sent a text message to Mo Wanqiu, reporting his itinerary.

An hour later, everyone went downstairs and outside.

Luo Rui and his group left their car at the hotel and switched to a bulletproof car provided by He Ruifeng.

There were only two bulletproof vehicles, which were specifically provided for their use.

As for the twenty or so security personnel, they traveled in three pickup trucks.

Before getting into the car, Fang Yonghui tugged at Qian Baishan's arm: "Director Qian, look, what's in the pickup truck's cargo bed?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Baishan went around to the back of the pickup truck and saw two locals sitting in the back of the truck, with two shoulder-fired rocket launchers at their feet.

Qian Baishan's eyes widened: "Damn, that's awesome! With something like this, I'm really looking forward to this journey."

Fang Yonghui grinned and said, "It's still better to follow Luo Da; we can't endure hardship."

Qian Baishan laughed and said, "Who says otherwise? President Luo is truly generous!"

Luo Rui, carrying his travel bag, called out to them, "What are you dawdling for? Get in the car!"

Qian Baishan nodded: "Okay, Yonghui and I will ride in the back car."

Lin Chen opened the back door, got in, and shifted his position.

Suddenly, she saw a person sitting in the passenger seat. This person was wearing a baseball cap and had long hair.

The man turned around and smiled at Lin Chen: "Hello, Lin Chen."

(End of this chapter)