Chapter 337

Or rather, for these Siamese people, the white goods business is what sustains the livelihood of millions of workers; pull one hair and the whole body moves.

It is also for this reason that, before Ni Yongyao, no one had ever been able to clear out the white goods business in Hong Kong; the interest groups involved behind the scenes were simply too vast, and it was fundamentally not something an ordinary person could oppose.

"I remember Xinni, who was in charge of Tsim Sha Tsui back then? That guy was attacked by someone, and his entire plantation was destroyed."

Hana said.

"After Xinni died, Songpa was immediately assassinated and died in the military camp; it seems General Bali suppressed this matter."

Suwang thought for a moment and said, "Looking at it now, could it be that General Bali was the one who did it?"

"Very likely, General Bali and Songpa were old rivals."

Hana said thoughtfully.

Boom!

Just at this moment, a huge explosion sound reached the ears of the two.

"What sound? A rocket?"

Hana gave a start and immediately looked outside the window.

The next moment, Hana froze in place, seeing a scene he would find hard to forget for the rest of his life.

He saw forty Hind armed helicopters circling in the sky!

Like ancient fierce beasts, they made Hana's hair stand on end, and he felt a thick aura of death.

And the roaring sound from just now was the sound of the rockets fired by the Hinds destroying the military camp.

Under Hana's gaze, rockets and autocannons fired simultaneously, and squads of soldiers were torn into pieces, with absolutely no room for any resistance.

The entire military camp was like a defenseless woman, left only to be ravaged by the Hinds.

"It's over!"

Hana came to his senses and immediately realized that with their armed forces, it was impossible to deal with so many Hind armed helicopters; total annihilation was only a matter of time.

"Quick! Leave this place!"

Hana shouted at his confidant Suwang, then immediately opened the desk drawer, which was filled with stacks of US dollars.

Grabbing a handful of dollars and stuffing them into his pocket, Hana didn't care about the rest, pulled open the door, and ran toward the depths of the plantation.

Hana knew very well that facing forty Hinds, they had no chance; if they ran even a little slowly, they would remain here forever.

"Boss, wait for me!"

Suwang reacted a beat slower than Hana, and when leaving, greed got the better of him; he kicked all the dollars in the drawer into his pocket before wanting to leave.

But before Suwang could run out of the wooden house, a rocket fired from afar, directly blowing the entire wooden house into fragments.

Seeing this scene, Hana instantly ignited all his potential, running toward the distance regardless of everything, and while sprinting, he specifically chose paths that were hard to notice.

However, all of Hana's movements were seen clearly from the sky.

Rambo sat in the cabin of one of the Hinds, his thick arm holding a Gatling machine gun; seeing Hana trying to escape, he immediately turned the muzzle and pulled the trigger at Hana.

Instantly, a large amount of bullets poured out, enveloping Hana like raindrops.

The Gatling's rate of fire reached six thousand rounds per minute; it could fire one hundred bullets in a single second, absolutely a nightmare for any infantry.

The next moment, Hana's running body suddenly stalled, and then it was torn into pieces by the huge kinetic energy carried by the bullets.

From beginning to end, Hana didn't even know who killed him, let alone what kind of person he had provoked to encounter such a grand scene as an attack by forty Hinds.

In just a few minutes.

The entire military camp was swept clean, and not a single soldier survived.

Even various wooden buildings were blown to pieces by rockets.

After the military camp, the white goods plantation did not survive either, also turning into scorched earth.

After doing this, the forty Hind armed helicopters turned direction and quickly left.

This plantation was just the beginning; next, Rambo and the others would head to the next white goods plantation until they pulled the rug out from under the Siamese generals' white goods industry.

Siam.

"What did you say! The plantation was destroyed!"

In the office, Bali received the news that the white goods plantation had been attacked and destroyed, and he was instantly furious.

"Who are the attackers?"

Bali suppressed his anger and asked.

"Not clear for now, but someone saw dozens of armed helicopters; perhaps it's an action from the Burmese side."

A subordinate reported.

"Dozens of armed helicopters? Use your brain before you speak, damn it! Do you think armed helicopters are Chinese cabbage?"

Bali was almost blown away by his subordinate's words; in his view, it was impossible for dozens of armed helicopters to appear in the Golden Triangle region, and no force in the surrounding areas could do this.

"Investigate clearly before reporting to me! Also, immediately send people to the Golden Triangle; dig three feet into the ground if you have to, but find the attackers for me. I want him dead!"

Bali ordered.

After hanging up the phone, Bali calmed his emotions.

It wasn't that Bali was easily angered, but the white goods plantation was simply too important.

If Hong Kong couldn't do the white goods business, the worst result would be reopening channels; at worst, sell at a low price to other regions; in any case, white goods wouldn't go bad sitting in a warehouse.

But the destruction of the plantation was directly digging up Bali's roots, and the consequences were extremely serious.

Bali took a deep breath, then picked up the phone and dialed the numbers of other generals.

Now that his plantation had been destroyed, the top priority was to notify other generals with whom he had good relations, so they wouldn't encounter the same fate.

As long as these people's plantations didn't have issues, Bali still had room to maneuver.

The call was quickly connected.

Bali informed the other party of the situation he encountered, letting them prepare early and be careful of the attackers.

After finishing several calls, Bali slumped on the sofa and let out a long breath.

Suddenly, a thought appeared in Bali's mind.

"The attackers... could it be Ni Yongyao?"

Bali frowned and began to think seriously.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

Although they had Bali's warning, the large and small white goods plantations hidden in the Golden Triangle were still swept clean.

In the face of an absolute gap in strength, any preparation was meaningless.

Forty Hind armed helicopters were enough to sweep everything in a place like the Golden Triangle, let alone that these plantations basically only had infantry, at most equipped with machine guns, not even rocket launchers, and fundamentally had no means to deal with armed helicopters.

And by the time the reinforcements sent by the generals arrived at the Golden Triangle, they couldn't find the shadows of Rambo and the others, and could only look at each other in the ruins.

Hong Kong.

Ni family manor.

Study.

"Gold Coin +1!"

"Gold Coin +1!"

"Gold Coin +1!"

"Gold Coin +..."

A large number of system prompts appeared in Ni Yongyao's mind, and it took a full half hour before it quieted down.

The Siamese generals' plantations provided Ni Yongyao with over eight thousand gold coins in total, which could be called a sudden wealth.

"Gold Coin Balance: 8600."

Seeing this number, a satisfied smile appeared on Ni Yongyao's face, while silently thanking the Siamese generals for their contribution in his heart.

If it weren't for them, it wouldn't have been easy for Ni Yongyao to get over eight thousand gold coins.

"Old rules, draw a few times first."

Ni Yongyao wiped his hands and opened the lottery interface.

"One draw costs 100 gold coins; do you want to start the draw?"

"Start!"

Ni Yongyao said without hesitation.