Detective: From the Police Academy

Chapter 547 Pursuers, Interception, Survival!

"Gun, take the gun, and take the magazines from these two idiots too!" Luo Rui ordered Jiang Hui while looting the corpse.

His practiced manner left both Zhashan and Deng somewhat stunned.

If I remember correctly, the person in front of us is from Heping. Moreover, Zhashan and Ang had privately guessed about the identities of the three people in front of them.

Although we did clash with KNU militants on NH85, it was a last resort, a retaliatory act.

But now, Luo Rui killed one person with a stone without saying a word, and also shot and killed another person.

Both bullets hit the head; that was a deadly shot.

This was a bit ruthless, and the way Zha Shan and Ang looked at Luo Rui changed once again.

As far as they knew, those who killed people at the drop of a hat without any psychological burden were already leaders of various armed groups in Myanmar.

At this point, Luo Rui searched the body and took away the gun, magazines, and communication devices, then got into the passenger seat.

He turned his head and saw that Zhashan and Ang were still standing there in a daze, so he quickly said, "What? Are you looking at the scenery? Aren't you getting in the car?"

"Okay, get in." Zha Shan immediately opened the back door and followed Ang into the car.

Fang Yonghui sat behind the steering wheel, turned the car key, and the Toyota sped off, leaving only two corpses in green military uniforms lying alone on the road.

As soon as they left, the five or six young Burmese men who had been there earlier immediately ran out of the woods, carrying pebbles in their hands.

After the car had completely left, they threw down the stones and began to strip the body of its clothes and shoes.

The person who was knocked down by Luo Rui with a pebble was still breathing and was muttering something.

One of the young men was startled. After thinking for a moment, he took out the dagger he was carrying, gritted his teeth, gripped the dagger tightly, and used the sharp tip to forcefully pull the other man's face.

"what!"

The militant lying on the ground was powerless to resist. He let out a scream and let the other man slash his face seven or eight times.

The young man was extremely ruthless and fearless; his palms were covered in blood.

The militants' faces were covered in blood, a horrifying sight.

Immediately afterwards, the young man called over his companion and asked in Burmese, "Can you recognize it?"

Several twelve- or thirteen-year-old boys shook their heads: "Even his mother wouldn't recognize him."

"Will Dr. Onsai recognize him?"

"That's hard to say."

"Then should I make a few more cuts?"

A child of about ten years old squatted down beside him, hugging his knees, and reminded him, "Don't scratch his eyes. Dr. Onsai said that the retina is very valuable."

"Well."

A moment later, the group of teenagers found a cart, loaded a corpse and the still-living armed men onto it, and transported it to the underground black hospital.

In Valais, people are highly valued, and no one dies in vain.

Luo Rui and his group were unaware of this little incident.

At this moment, guided by Zhashan, Toyota is driving from the outskirts of Valais towards Myawaddy.

Along the way, they encountered many local residents who were thin, pale, and poorly clothed, clearly people who had suffered from famine for many years.

What Luo Rui found very strange was that these people walked with their heads down and rarely looked up.

What are they doing?

Sitting in the back seat, Zhashan replied, "We collect bullet casings; we can exchange them for money."

As Fang Yonghui drove, he asked, "Is this all they live on?"

"No, it's not that. Like those kids we just met, their families make ritual artifacts from human bones, and they buy these too. Besides that, they also collect hair from the dead to sell. These crazy people will do anything for money."

It's best not to die. If there are elderly or sick people in the family, they will be sent to underground hospitals before they even breathe their last.

Therefore, people who know they don't have long to live will escape and find a place to die so that their family or neighbors don't know.

Once a family buries the dead, the body is exhumed that very night.

"That's fucking damn good!"

“Who says otherwise?” Ang sighed. “If you want to have a complete body after you die, you can pay an organ protection tax to the armed men who manage this place. But even if you pay the money, there’s no guarantee. After all, once you’re dead, they might sell your body and you won’t even know.”

Luo Rui let out a breath: "This really is a dark joke."

Jiang Feng asked, "Are there any checkpoints left past Valais?"

“Yes.” Zha Shan nodded: “There is a checkpoint in front of Chairman He’s timber factory, and the armed men guarding it are DKBA.”

"Then how do we get there?"

"We can only use Chairman He's name."

"Then we have no choice but to give it a try."

At this moment, Luo Rui took the stolen phone and tried to dial Cai Xiaojing's satellite phone, but the call could not be connected.

He tried calling the embassy again, but still couldn't get through.

Zhashan said, "There is no signal for regular phones here. DKBA will cut off the power at certain times."

Fang Yonghui cursed, "Damn it, these people are truly lawless."

As the car drove out of town, there was a group of armed men on the road who seemed to be arguing, pushing and shoving each other, and it looked like they were about to fight.

None of these people were wearing uniforms, but they were carrying AKM assault rifles.

This gun was a smuggled gun. Luo Rui also noticed that the stock was inlaid with Buddha relics, and the magazine well was also decorated with peacock feathers.

Although they weren't wearing uniforms, the fact that they could decorate their personal weapons like that meant they were undoubtedly Buddhist soldiers from the DKBA.

Upon noticing a car approaching, the group immediately stopped arguing.

in the car.

Luo Rui quickly ejected the magazine, counted the bullets, then locked the magazine and forcefully pulled the safety pin.

"Roll up the car windows."

Fang Yonghui nodded, his palms sweaty.

There were at least twenty people standing on both sides of the road, seven or eight of whom were armed. If a fight broke out, we might not be able to get away.

Jiang Feng sat in the back seat with a Type 56 rifle on his lap; the origin of this type of gun was self-evident.

Luo Rui continued, "Slow down the car a little, to make it look like you're about to stop."

Fang Yonghui did as instructed and slowed down the car.

The two sides were only fifty meters apart. When the car slowed down, the group of armed men in front immediately separated and stood on both sides of the road.

Two or three of them were still waving.

Clearly, they recognized the car, but not the people inside.

Fortunately, Luo Rui had dark skin, and Fang Yonghui had also gotten tanned in the past few days. With the windshield blocking the view, the two of them didn't look like Chinese at first glance.

As the car approached between them, Luo Rui shouted, "Speed ​​up and rush past them!"

"Okay!"

Fang Yonghui pulled the control lever and slammed on the accelerator, sending the two people who were standing in front of the car flying.

One of the people was thrown more than three meters into the air, landed on the hood of the car, and then on the side of the road, where the tires ran over his body.

The car tire pushed up, and then the rear wheel ran over it.

Luo Rui glanced at the turn mirror. The men standing at the back of the car were holding guns in one hand, looking completely bewildered, as if they didn't understand the situation.

"A bunch of idiots!" Fang Yonghui cursed.

at the same time.

In a hospital in Valais, a group of children dragged two naked 'corpses' on a cart to Dr. Onsai. A DKBA officer happened to come out, looked at the situation on the cart, and frowned.

Before he could speak, the slightly older young man rattled off a long string of words in Burmese.

"You mean there were five people? Three of them were Chinese, who stole their car and guns, and killed them?"

The young man nodded.

"Then you can die too!" The officer drew his gun and pulled the trigger at his abdomen.

"boom!"

The young man fell to the ground and cried loudly.

Dr. Angsai, dressed in a white coat, stood to the side, expressionless.

The officer said, "The bullet missed the kidney. Remove it!"

Ang Sai nodded and beckoned several male nurses over to carry the person inside.

The officer glared at the group of stunned young men and roared, "Get out of here! If I find out you're plotting against our soldiers again, I'll skin you alive!"

The group of young people scattered in a panic, unable to escape.

The officer took out his walkie-talkie, gave a few instructions, and then an SUV and a pickup truck drove up.

There were more than a dozen people in the two vehicles, all of whom were carrying long guns.

The officer stepped forward, put his hands together in prayer, and said to a leader sitting in the passenger seat of the SUV, "Guardian Kundu, we have just received news that five outsiders have killed two of our monks."

Kundu wore a human bone ring on his right thumb. He looked at the corpse on the truck outside and asked, "Could it have been done by those people who stayed at the hotel a few days ago?"

The officer shook his head: "No, those are Miss Hu's people. They left Valais this morning and went to Myawaddy."

"Chase them down and kill them all."

"Yes."

The officer ran to the back of the truck, sat in the passenger seat, and urged the driver to start the car.

He took out his walkie-talkie and began gathering people and inquiring about the situation.

A moment later, the monks patrolling the outskirts of Valais reported that there was a Toyota vehicle, which was a 'reincarnation' vehicle.

Ten minutes ago, the vehicle rammed into two of its own outer guards and headed towards Myawaddy.

The so-called "reincarnation platoon" was actually a group of monk soldiers who managed prisoner-of-war camps. Less important prisoners of war had only one fate: to be removed by the officers and then sold.

Besides the 'Reincarnation Retreat', there are also the 'Karma Relay' and the 'Buddha's Camp'.

Since they're all doing inhuman things anyway, they'll have their own explanations for these things.

Upon hearing this, the officer immediately gathered his men and contacted the outposts around Valais to prepare for an interception.

A few minutes later, more and more armed men gathered around, and five vehicles carrying more than forty monks drove toward the outpost.

The sentry post also relayed the message: as soon as that Toyota appeared, it should be sniped immediately.

The road from Valais to Myawaddy is very expensive; in addition to cash, it also requires providing the controlling party with a healthy kidney.

This shows how bloody and cruel this place is.

This 80-kilometer road never appeared on official maps in the following years.

It is also known locally as the 'Kidney Tunnel' or the 'Road of White Bones'.

In short, this is a deadly highway, even more bloody and brutal than NH85.

At this moment, Luo Rui and his car sped along the highway, their tires crushing gravel.

They had some idea of ​​what was going to happen next, so they had to hurry and get through the last checkpoint.

“The outpost is ten kilometers ahead,” Zha Shan said. “However, there is a fork in the road that can take us around. Last time we came, it was Boss He Dong who told us about it.”

"Isn't there a minefield?" Luo Rui asked, having already discussed this issue before.

“Boss He Dong has marked the way, I know how to get there, but I have to abandon the car.”

"Okay," Luo Rui replied.

Half an hour later, when Zhashan said that after turning the corner and going downhill, the path was in the woods on the right, they saw that the road had been blocked after they turned the corner.

A group of armed men stood on the road, watching the highway ahead warily. Behind them were three vehicles, and in front of them were barricades and tire blowouts.

It's obvious that these people are targeting them.

Fang Yonghui quickly stopped the car, swallowed hard, and asked, "Luo Da, what do we do now?"

There were about ten people on the road ahead, and each of them was carrying a long gun.

On their side, besides Luo Rui's pistol, they only had Jiang Hui's Type 56 rifle.

Forcing our way in is definitely not an option.

Luo Rui feels that he is really lucky to have survived until now.

Jiang Feng said, "Let's retreat quickly and think of a solution later."

Luo Rui shook his head: "We can't retreat. They can intercept us in advance, and there are definitely pursuers behind us."

Zha Shan gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go down and talk to them."

Luo Rui asked, "Are you confident?"

"Give it a try."

"Okay." Luo Rui handed him the pistol, but Zha Shan didn't take it.

"Be safe!"

Zha Shan nodded, got out of the car, raised his hands, and walked towards the barricade a hundred meters away.

Upon seeing someone get out of the car, the armed men behind the barricades immediately raised their guns.

After approaching, Zashan said in Burmese, "We are from the Chinese Chamber of Commerce. We are going to the timber factory ahead. You should know Mr. He Dong. Let us through, and we can discuss the price."

One of the officers stepped forward and, through the barricades, said to him, "There's no point in talking. You killed the monks of the Samsara Platoon, and you're doomed. Go back to the vehicle and tell those Chinese men to get off and surrender, or we'll attack."

Zhashan pointed behind him: "The Chinese boss in the car is very rich. He told me to tell you that as long as you let us go, the price is negotiable."

The officer sneered, "One million? Can he afford that?"

"One million what? Myanmar Kyats? Chinese Yuan? Or US Dollars?"

Seeing how seriously Zashan answered, the officer immediately became serious: "US dollars."

"OK."

"You're carrying that much money?"

"Do you have an account? We can transfer the money right away, but you'll need to provide us with a satellite phone."

The officer clicked his tongue, frowned, and said, "Really giving it to me?"

"Our boss doesn't lie, as long as you let us through!"

"Call your boss over, I want to talk to him personally."

"Okay," Zha Shan said, "but you have to keep your word. You must release them after you've paid the money. Besides, aren't there other people of yours chasing after us?"

"First, have your boss come over and talk. Once you've reached an agreement, I can provide you with security."

Zha Shan nodded, raised his hands, and walked back, just about to reach the car.

"boom!"

Gunshots rang in his ears, startling Zhashan. He turned around and saw the officer from before suddenly fall to the ground.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Gunfire began to ring out continuously, coming from the woods on the right.

(End of this chapter)