The expeditionary force began to dominate Southeast Asia by recruiting defeated soldiers

Chapter 485: Reciting the Tightening Curse on the Kong and Song Families

The atmosphere in the Nanyang Central Intelligence Agency (NIA) branch in Yangon was tense.

There were dark clouds outside the window, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.

Zhang Chi sat behind the large desk belonging to the branch director, his body slumped in the armchair.

Standing before him were Jin Xican, director of the Intelligence Department, and Peng Wenshi, branch chief specializing in counterintelligence work.

Zhang Chi digested the news brought by Jin Xican and asked, "Is the news reliable?"

"I think we're 90% sure." Jin Xican spoke clearly, "Mr. Chen went all out in his public speeches and private meetings in Chuncheng."

"Especially against Shancheng's indifference to the Nanqiao Mechanic Corps, his neglect of its members, and the unaccounted-for huge donations to the Nanqiao General Association, he settled old and new grudges and cursed them with great enthusiasm... one could say he was extremely enthusiastic.

The sharpness of the words and the precision of the quotations were so great that it was said that several high-ranking White Party officials turned pale and almost lost their temper.

He paused and added:

"It is said that the man from Shancheng was furious at the official residence and even threatened to arrest Mr. Chen and put him under house arrest."

"Although in hindsight, this may have been just angry talk, but it came from Dai Chunfeng's secret information channel. Dai Chunfeng is a person who usually does not speak without purpose in matters like this.

It is better to believe it than not to believe it, sir."

Zhang Chi picked up the strong tea on the table, blew off the foam, and took a sip slowly.

He smacked his lips, a helpless yet doting smile on his face:

"Boss Chen, Boss Chen... He's such a sentimental person, he takes pleasure in revenge and can't stand the slightest injustice. But he curses well and he curses with great pleasure. Our Anmin Army is his backer, so he can curse as much as he wants!"

He put down the teacup and his eyes suddenly turned cold.

It seems that the people in the mountain city clearly don't understand the situation?

Their "lifeline" is in the hands of Nanyang, yet they still dare to be so arrogant. Do they really think that Zhang Chi is still the cannon fodder major in the expeditionary force?

"Those people in Shancheng are so rude. They really think I'm a pushover? How dare they touch someone from Nanyang, especially a public figure like Mr. Chen?

It seems that it is time to recite the "Tightening Curse" to them and remind them!"

He turned to look at Jin Xican:

"Didn't the Kong and Song families, relying on their 'friendship' with us, exploit the Stevenson Highway, a lifeline, right under our noses, to buy low and sell high, profiting from the national crisis?

I see they are all making a fortune, and they almost forgot what this place is called, right?"

Jin Xican immediately understood, a gleam in his eyes: "Your Excellency means... to use them as a warning? To scare them?"

Zhang Chi raised the corner of his mouth and said, "That's right, let's give them a gentle warning first, let them know that without Nanyang's approval, their financial resources will be cut off in an instant.

Inform the border crossings, especially those heading towards Yunnan Province from Myitkyina, to strictly enforce the law. Especially pay special attention to convoys flying the flags of the Kong and Song families."

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On the dusty road, a huge convoy consisting of more than 20 brand-new White Eagle Dodge ten-wheel trucks, like a long steel dragon, slowly approached the checkpoint on the Yunnan-Myanmar border.

This is the southern section of the Stevenson Highway, a checkpoint in the area controlled by the People's Army of Security.

After passing here and crossing the boundary bridge, opposite is the half of Stevenson Highway controlled by the Republic of China that leads directly to Spring City.

The trucks were covered tightly with heavy canvas, but the ruts were very deep, obviously they were loaded with heavy cargo.

In the passenger seat of the first car, Duke San, wearing an American boat hat askew and holding a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth, was sitting with his legs crossed, humming a little tune, with a smug look on his face.

He was the number one escort manager of the Kong family's trading company in Myitkyina, and was specifically responsible for this "Golden Trade Route".

Relying on the tacit relationship between the Kong family and the top brass of the Anmin Army, as well as the care of the local garrison, Mr. Du's convoy has always been able to move freely on this road, and passing through checkpoints is basically a formality.

In the past, you would just hand over a pass with the big red seal of the Myitkyina Defense Command and a few packs of good cigarettes, and the Security Army soldiers guarding the border would wave goodbye and let you pass.

"Damn, this weather is so dusty." Duke San spat out the cigarette butt and rolled up the car window while cursing.

At this moment, a henchman who looked like a younger brother hurried back from the front, with a sad face: "Third...Third Master, it's stuck...it's blocked, they won't let me through!"

"What?!" Duke San glared, pushed open the car door and jumped out, raised his hand and gave the little brother a crisp slap in the face, and a "pa!" sound resounded in front of the convoy.

"You piece of crap! Didn't you tell them that this was a deal between the King's uncle and Minister Kong?! Didn't you show them our receipt?!" Duke San spit in his little brother's face.

My younger brother covered his burning face, feeling aggrieved and almost crying:

"Third Master! I told you. I've shouted myself hoarse, but... but today was weird. Those soldiers refused to admit it and insisted on investigating.

They were all holding guns, looking menacing. The barrel of the heavy machine gun behind the sandbags was thicker than my arm. There were also two iron turtles and a large truck parked nearby.

That gun barrel is pointed at us, brother... my calves are cramping."

Duke San looked in the direction of his younger brother's finger, and his heart skipped a beat.

The checkpoints that used to be relatively lax are now heavily guarded.

The soldiers of the Security Army, armed with live ammunition, had stern expressions and sharp eyes, and their inspection movements were meticulous.

Behind the sandbag fortifications, the iconic .50 caliber M2 heavy machine gun exuded a cold murderous aura.

What made his scalp tingle even more was that next to the checkpoint, two M3 half-track armored vehicles and an M4 Sherman medium tank painted in jungle camouflage were parked there quietly, with their turrets slightly turning, as if ready to crush any target that dared to challenge them.

Is this a move to suppress bandits?

"Hiss..." Duke San took a breath of cold air, and his arrogance was instantly extinguished.

He forced himself to remain calm and cursed under his breath:

"Damn, this is so damn unlucky. Didn't you check the almanac before going out today?"

He rolled his eyes and pulled out a few freshly opened packs of Camel cigarettes, stuffing them into his hands and saying, "Go, spread the word to the brothers and soldiers around here. Just tell them it's Ke San and I'll treat you. Please be flexible."

The younger brother took the cigarette, ran over again with gritted teeth, and handed cigarettes to everyone with a smile on his face.

The soldiers of the People's Security Army took the cigarettes expressionlessly. Some put them on their ears, and some put them in their pockets, but their hands did not stop checking, and their eyes were still staring at the convoy vigilantly.

The extremely strict and almost harsh inspection lasted for nearly an hour.

The canvas was lifted, the wooden boxes were pried open, and the goods were moved down one by one for careful inspection and registration.

Duke San looked at those "treasures" that were roughly searched, and his heart ached, but he dared not say anything.

Finally, the inspection seemed to be over. Duke San breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at the serious-looking lieutenant of the Security Army leading the team:

"Sir, thank you for your hard work. Look, we've finished checking it and the receipt has been verified. Is it okay..."

"No, you are not allowed to pass." The lieutenant's voice was cold and decisive. He interrupted Duke San without even raising his eyelids.