louisehourcade Chapter 242 The Pledge of Allegiance!
Chapter 242 The Pledge of Allegiance!
Because killing intent means that the other party sees you as a threat.
And this kind of gaze means—you're not even a threat.
Ang Tun's knees finally buckled.
He knelt down on the deck with a thud.
The second-in-command in northern Myanmar.
He had three thousand men and controlled two counties.
He was kneeling before a young man in his early twenties.
The sound of his knee hitting the iron plate was loud.
"Big brother!"
Ang Tun's voice began to tremble.
"I was so arrogant! I was blind to your true worth!"
His forehead pressed against the deck.
"Please spare my life!"
Zhang Yan looked down at him for three seconds.
He turned his head and glanced at the armed personnel still holding guns on the deck.
"Put the gun down."
His tone was as casual as if he were saying "close the door."
The forty-odd armed men looked at each other.
Then, a splashing sound rang out.
AKs, RPGs, and pistols were thrown onto the deck.
Zhang Yan jumped off the shark's back and landed on the bow of the transport ship.
His foot landed on the iron deck with a crisp sound.
Then he walked over.
As I passed by those armed men, I didn't even glance at them.
He walked up to Ang Tun and stopped.
Ang Tun knelt on the ground, his head bowed low, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
"stand up."
Ang Tun raised his head.
His eyes were red.
It wasn't just being moved.
It's a physiological reaction triggered by fear.
He saw Zhang Yan standing in front of him.
Backlit, the sea breeze lifted the hem of his clothes.
His young face showed no superfluous expression.
Ang Tun slowly stood up.
My legs are still shaking.
"I originally intended to kill you."
Zhang Yan said.
Ang Tun's body visibly stiffened for a moment.
"But I've changed my mind now."
Zhang Yan looked at him.
"How much territory do you control in northern Myanmar?"
Ang Tun paused for a moment.
"Two...two counties. Three thousand people."
"What about the news network?"
"I have people from Yangon to Chiang Mai."
Zhang Yan nodded.
"I need you to do one thing."
Ang Tun immediately straightened his back.
"Please speak!"
"Has anything unusual happened on your territory recently—" Zhang Yan paused, "?
"abnormal?"
"For example, someone's personality might suddenly change drastically."
"Or, groups of animals have died."
"Or perhaps..."
Zhang Yan lowered his voice by half a octave, "Someone's eyes turned red."
Ang Tun's expression changed.
"How...how did you know?"
Zhang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.
"explain."
Ang swallowed hard, his voice trembling.
"Last month... in a village in the south of our jurisdiction, all the livestock in the village died overnight."
"The way it died was strange; it wasn't bitten to death, it was... it was shriveled up."
"Like being drained dry."
"and then?"
"Then a few people in the village went crazy and started biting anyone they saw."
"When I sent people to handle it, and they tied up those lunatics..."
Ang Tun's voice trembled.
"Their eyes are red."
Zhang Yan remained silent for two seconds.
"Where are those people now?"
"It's locked up in our dungeon," Ang Tun quickly said. "Alive, kept locked up, we haven't dared to kill it... that thing just didn't look right."
Zhang Yan took out a satellite phone from his pocket and handed it to Ang Tun.
"Remember this number."
He recited a string of numbers.
"Starting today, within your jurisdiction, if you encounter any similar abnormalities—red eyes, mass animal deaths, magnetic field interference, or mass malfunctions of electronic devices—call this number immediately."
Ang Tun took the phone with both hands and nodded vigorously.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"Also," Zhang Yan looked at him, "those people in your dungeon, don't touch them, and definitely don't let them go. I'll send someone to deal with them."
"Understood! I'll do whatever you say!"
Zhang Yan turned around and walked back.
After taking two steps, I stopped.
"Oh, right."
Ang Tun immediately tensed up.
"Today's business—your ship, your men, your ammunition."
Zhang Yan did not turn around.
"How much do you think it's worth?"
Ang Tun's mind raced for a mere 0.3 seconds.
"Five...five million!"
There was a moment of silence.
"That's too little."
Ang Tun's heart skipped a beat.
"Ten million!"
Zhang Yan turned around and glanced at him.
His gaze was indifferent.
But Ang Tun understood.
It's not that I think the money is too little.
It's about seeing his sincerity.
"Twenty million." Ang Tun gritted his teeth. "This is all the cash I can come up with. It will be in my account within a week."
Zhang Yan nodded.
I'll send you the account details later.
He jumped back onto the shark's back, and the cockpit closed.
The sea-devouring shark sank silently, its black outline gradually blurring in the seawater until it disappeared completely.
The sea has returned to calm.
It was as if nothing had happened.
Only the people still struggling in the water and the guns scattered on the deck proved that it wasn't a dream.
Ang Tun stood on the ship's railing, clutching the satellite phone in his hand, staring at the sea for a long time.
His legs have stopped shaking.
Instead, a strange excitement rose up from the base of the spine.
Twenty million.
Two speedboats.
More than thirty lives lost.
Is it expensive?
expensive.
But is it worth it?
Ang Tun carefully tucked the satellite phone into his inner pocket and zipped it up.
It was totally worth it.
He spent twenty years in northern Myanmar.
I've met warlords, drug lords, and intelligence chiefs from various countries.
But he had never seen anything like it before—a man riding a mechanical shark destroying three armed ships in sixty seconds.
The young man's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end.
It's like crushing a few ants.
If you are the enemy of this kind of person, you will die.
But if you are his person—
Ang Tun took a deep breath.
He turned and looked at his men, who were still trembling on the deck.
"Listen up, all of you."
His voice regained its usual imposing tone.
"From today onwards, that person—"
He pointed to the sea.
"They're our boss."
"His orders are greater than mine."
"Anyone who dares to leak what happened today, I'll personally throw him into the sea to feed the fish."
"Did you understand?"
The deck was completely silent.
Everyone nodded frantically.
Ang Tun withdrew his finger with satisfaction.
He glanced down at the outline of the bulging satellite phone in his inner pocket.
The corners of his mouth curved up.
The second-in-command of the Golden Snake Gang.
From today onwards, I'm not just the second-in-command anymore.
He was that person's eyes and ears in northern Myanmar.
This line is more valuable than any territory or drug trade.
……
120 meters underwater.
The sea-devouring shark resumed its cruise and headed northeast, its thrusters operating at a low frequency.
Zhang Yan leaned back in his seat and tapped his watch twice.
A new contact tag has been created.
Code name: Golden Snake.
Access: Intelligence Terminal.
Coverage area: from northern Myanmar to western Indochina Peninsula.
He closed the interface.
The phone screen lit up.
News about Nie Qingcheng.
"Have you chased away all the flies?"
Zhang Yan types.
"It's all done. And I even made 20 million US dollars in compensation for emotional distress."
"US dollars?"
"Um."
"..."
"Are you going to the Golden Triangle to make money?"
"By the way."
"Zhang Yan".
"Um?"
"Do you think the whole world is your ATM?"
He thought about it.
"no."
"You're not an ATM."
"You are my wife."
There was a five-second silence on the other end.
"……roll."
"Come back quickly."
Zhang Yan put down his phone.
The curve of her lips couldn't be controlled again.
Forget it.
Anyway, no one can see it in the deep sea.
The ravenous shark carved a straight path through the ocean currents.
The course remains unchanged.
Northeast.
Jinghai.
Family.