Chapter 1069: Entering the Enemy's Encirclement

The leading officer gave a faint smile: "Your combat strength is truly formidable; you even took down two gangs of fierce bandits. But you needn't panic; we are not bandits, we are the Government Army. We only collect taxes, we don't kill people."

He Yuzhu wore a look that was half-smile: "Then how do you intend to collect this tax?"

The officer said: "According to our laws, this piece of jade in your hands should be turned over to the national treasury. However, our superior is reasonable; as long as you produce five hundred thousand US dollars, we can let you leave."

Upon hearing this, Xu Damao muttered in a low voice: "Zhuzi, why don't we... just give them the money."

He Yuzhu shook his head: "Do we look like the kind of people who carry that much cash on them?"

The officer smiled again: "Then there is another way. I will find a Boss to come over and buy this stone from you. After the deal is closed, we will only deduct a twenty percent tax."

He Yuzhu held the basketball-sized stone in his hand, tossing it back and forth as if playing with a small ball.

"Gentlemen soldiers, these friends of mine have nothing to do with this matter. I will go with you to handle the transaction; let them leave first."

The leading officer nodded in agreement: "Very well. But I must put Handcuffs on you; your skills are too formidable, and we truly aren't at ease."

He Yuzhu put the stone into his backpack and held his hands straight out: "Cuff me."

Hu Bayi immediately understood his intention and quickly withdrew with Xu Damao, Wang Pangzi, and Dajinya.

Watching the figures of Hu Bayi and the others disappear completely from view, He Yuzhu followed the ten soldiers for a long distance, finally being led into a row of single-story houses.

The room was dimly lit; He Yuzhu narrowed his eyes and quickly scanned his surroundings.

In the center of the room, a bald man sat on a chair, staring fixedly at He Yuzhu, and said: "You have decent luck; just by wandering around the market, you dug out a treasure worth over ten million US dollars. Bring it over here for me to see."

He Yuzhu did not comply and gave a chuckle: "Unlock my Handcuffs first, otherwise I can't take it out."

The bald man grabbed a Pistol from the table, aimed it at He Yuzhu, and barked sternly: "You dare to negotiate with me? Do you believe I'll blow you away with one shot!"

He Yuzhu smiled: "The last person who threatened me like that already has grass growing a man's height over his grave."

Without another word, the bald man raised the gun, ready to pull the trigger.

He Yuzhu flicked his wrist, and a Flying Knife flew from his hand, piercing straight into the bald man's throat.

The bald man instinctively reached out to pull out the Flying Knife, but within seconds, his arms lost all strength, and he could only clutch his wound tightly.

The soldiers who had brought He Yuzhu in were all dumbfounded.

Just as they were about to draw their guns, He Yuzhu moved his mind and pulled them all directly into the System Space.

He Yuzhu understood now: these people were hiding behind the identity of the Government Army, but in reality, they were just a gang of thugs playing a double-cross.

He walked quickly to the door; the two guards were still unaware of what had happened inside and were craning their necks to look in, only to be pulled into the space by He Yuzhu's intent as well.

A military Jeep was parked in front of the house, with the keys still in the ignition.

He Yuzhu sat in the driver's seat, started the engine, and chased fiercely in the direction Hu Bayi and the others had left.

On the other side, Hu Bayi and his group were rushing forward for their lives.

The Jeep screeched to a halt beside them, and He Yuzhu poked his head out: "Everyone, get in."

Hu Bayi climbed into the car and hurriedly asked: "What exactly happened?"

He Yuzhu couldn't help but laugh: "These people are wearing military uniforms, but they're actually a gang of criminals. Once you reach a place like this, I can't even tell who's a good guy and who's a bad guy anymore."

Hu Bayi laughed: "In my opinion, there aren't many good people doing business here, including these so-called government personnel. Should we turn back and take revenge on that goatee?"

He Yuzhu shook his head: "Forget it. I don't want to waste the time."

The group returned to the inn where they were staying, and the innkeeper approached them: "Everyone, what would you like to eat today? I'll go make it for you right now."

Hu Bayi spoke up: "I still want to eat the Kung Pao Chicken you make."

Xu Damao chimed in: "I'll have a serving of boiled meat slices."

The Boss turned to look at He Yuzhu, and He Yuzhu smiled and said: "Just bring me a serving of shredded chicken in cold sauce."

After they finished eating, Wang Pangzi looked at Xu Damao's feet and teased: "Damao, you're not being honest. Yesterday you insisted we carry you, and today your feet are completely fine."

Xu Damao gave a chuckle: "That's where you don't understand; Zhuzi gave me a jar of ointment for bruises and injuries, and after applying it for one night, I've recovered seven or eight tenths."

Wang Pangzi shook his head repeatedly: "If you get hurt again in the future, we are definitely not carrying you."

"No, no, no, Zhuzi's ointment really works," Xu Damao hurriedly defended himself.

He Yuzhu suddenly spoke: "Everyone, I have an idea; let's set off and leave tonight."

Xu Damao was stunned on the spot: "Zhuzi, didn't you say we were going to stay here for four or five days?"

He Yuzhu pondered for a moment and said slowly: "This city looks calm and peaceful, but I feel a chill in my heart. I can't put my finger on what's wrong, but I always feel like there's a hidden crisis."

Hu Bayi nodded: "Then we'll listen to Master He; his intuition has always been accurate."

He Yuzhu said: "We will drive thirty kilometers overnight and head out to sea from the Andaman Sea."

Hu Bayi agreed: "Actually, I wanted to suggest you leave by sea from here from the very beginning."

He Yuzhu sighed: "I made things too complicated before. If it were just me, I would have left long ago. Bringing you all along, I have many more concerns."

"I'm sorry! We're holding you back!" Hu Bayi said.

He Yuzhu waved his hand, "I'm not a god; I make mistakes too."

In fact, He Yuzhu's intuition was not wrong at all.

General Than Shwe of Myanmar did not want to interfere with He Yuzhu's group anymore, but there was a CIA mole hidden within the military government; the Deputy Bureau Chief of the Myanmar Intelligence Bureau, Mao Ai, was a spy planted by the US side.

He quickly reported everything that happened here to the CIA Myanmar intelligence desk chief, Gerald Carter.

Upon learning that the codename "Shadow" had appeared in Myanmar, Gerald Carter was so excited he didn't close his eyes all night.

He did not report it to headquarters, intending to mobilize his own men and personally encircle and suppress "Shadow" to capture him alive.

One must know, the name "Shadow" was truly too famous within the CIA.

Everyone wanted to capture him or eliminate him on the spot, but unfortunately, those who had carried out missions in the past had all failed to learn from their predecessors' lessons.

This couldn't be blamed on them, but every "predecessor" who had crossed paths with He Yuzhu had mostly lost their lives.

Having obtained everyone's agreement, He Yuzhu went out to find a vehicle.

Before long, he drove back a local Myanmar military vehicle; the body was dusty, which actually made it less likely to attract attention.

Before departing, He Yuzhu specifically slipped an extra ten thousand US dollars to the innkeeper, urging him to keep his mouth shut and not leak the news of their stay to outsiders, otherwise, it would bring about a fatal disaster.

The Boss was a sensible man and immediately nodded repeatedly to agree.

The car swayed as it drove for over ten kilometers, and a checkpoint appeared ahead.

Several soldiers in uniform were chatting idly with cigarettes in their mouths.

Not a ripple of emotion could be seen on He Yuzhu's face; he quietly reached his hand into his pocket, gripped a stack of US dollars, and took them out along with several Passports.

Once the car came to a steady stop, he handed the money and Passports out the window and grinned at the officer in charge of the inspection: "Officer, you've worked hard; just a small token of appreciation for the brothers to buy some water."

The officer took the money, his thumb flicked through it with lightning speed, his eyes lit up instantly, and he turned his head to wave toward the barrier, signaling for them to be let through.

The car started up again, and He Yuzhu glanced through the rearview mirror to see the officer lowering his head to count the US dollars, feeling a slight sense of relief in his heart.

Yet he never imagined that the moment they left, the officer would tuck the money into his pocket, immediately pull out a mobile phone, and dial an encrypted number.

On the other end of the line was the CIA contact here in Myanmar, Gerald Carter.

He Yuzhu and his group were completely unaware of this, and the car sped all the way toward the pier.

As soon as the car stopped, everyone's gaze was shocked by the scene on the sea.

On the sea, dozens of patrol boats shuttled back and forth, the beams of their searchlights sweeping across the waves, scanning the sea surface incessantly.

Hu Bayi frowned tightly, his expression turning grave in an instant: "Master He, this activity on the sea... it doesn't look quite right."

He Yuzhu narrowed his eyes, staring at the paths of the shuttling patrol boats, and after a few seconds of silence, he nodded slowly: "It's hard to judge for now; I don't know if these people are coming for us or dealing with some other special situation."