armyinform Chapter 616 - 280: Clash at the City Gate
Chapter 616 - 280: Clash at the City Gate
As expected.
A few of the thugs quickly noticed Gu Ji and the others.
Perhaps it was because they were too young, trying to deceive something from them, or perhaps because their aura was different from that of ordinary tourists.
Gu Ji raised his palm and made a wiping motion on his cheek.
It seemed as though he was rubbing his face, but in reality, it was a reminder to Gao Bo and Liu Weijun, as this gesture in SWAT tactical sign language represents "male."
Even though he knew more pointed sign language, the movements were too conspicuous.
Luckily, both Gao Bo and Liu Weijun were quick-witted.
They immediately understood his intention and started putting their arms around one another, joking and laughing.
Often, police officers are easily spotted by criminals because they have strong intentions and are too serious, while tourists are often in a relaxed state.
Just like that, the three got their stamps and got back on the bus, heading towards the Old Street Market.
Border inspection is only 8 kilometers away from the Old Street.
On the way, Liu Weijun noticed military vehicles on a small road on the right side. Following the direction of the military vehicles, they saw it was the Border Defense Camp rooted in the forest area.
As the forest gradually thinned, the road’s sides began to show low brick houses similar to rural towns, with both homes and shops and restaurants.
Worth noting is.
Most of the shop signs were in the Xia Kingdom’s script, with only a minority bilingual in Xia and Myanmar.
Continuing deep along the highway.
A massive rectangular brown-yellow tiled gate wall, like the ancient city gates of the Xia Kingdom, appeared before everyone. There were three passage areas under the gate, the middle for vehicles and the smaller gates on both sides for pedestrians.
"We’ve arrived at the north entrance of Old Street City. Everyone, get off and go through security check first."
"Entering the city still requires a security check, what kind of rule is this? The last time I came to Old Street, it wasn’t like this!"
Just as the words fell, one middle-aged tourist couldn’t help but complain a couple of times.
The driver looked helpless, "We don’t want to waste time either, but these days entering and exiting Old Street is especially strict. All other passages are sealed, leaving only this one."
Gao Bo, Liu Weijun, and Gu Ji exchanged glances.
It seems the intelligence Zhao Bai provided was true, a family brawl might indeed break out in Old Street in these couple of days.
The ones handling the inspection were a group of soldiers in dark green military uniforms.
But these soldiers were very different from ordinary ones; they were more like thugs. Besides wearing their uniforms casually on the shoulders and having misbuttoned shirts, they also had cigarettes in their mouths and black automatic rifles slung across their necks, specifically the MA-1 MK.1, which Gu Ji used at the underground checkpoint earlier, a replica of the AK series.
According to the data, among the four major families, only Jinyuan Group possesses an army.
Presumably, this is to prevent the other three major families from inserting armed men into the city covertly, and also to prevent warlords from entering the city.
Gu Ji and the others were lined up to go through the security check gate.
Gao Bo saw all kinds of daggers, long knives, and a Myanmar-made replica Glock 17, the MA-5 Mk.2 pistol, inside the nearby miscellaneous items box.
Goodness, anyone not in the know would think they’re heading into a battle!
"Beep-beep!"
"Hey! Stop, take out your stuff."
A middle-aged man with a buzz cut, dark skin, wearing a dark gray long-sleeve shirt, sporting a gold chain, and a face full of stubble, had just passed through the turnstile when an electronic alarm sounded.
The militiaman immediately reached out to block him, greedily eyeing his gold necklace on his neck.
But the stubbled man merely cast an indifferent glance at the militiaman.
"What stuff?"
"Cut the crap, damn it, take out your stuff!!"
Just after saying this, a sudden change occurred.
The man swiftly drew a dagger from his bosom, lunging forward, his left hand choking the militiaman’s neck, while the blade in his right hand stabbed directly into his neck hollow, blood coursing down the blade, staining the collar red.
"Nobody fucking move! Or I’ll damn well stab him to death!"
"Put down the knife!"
"I’m telling you to drop your weapon immediately!!"
"Ah! Run fast!"
"Fast, fast, fast, get out of the way!"
...
In an instant, the stubbled man had taken the militiaman hostage.
Other soldiers, upon seeing this, immediately cocked their rifles, aimed at his head, and pressed forward step by step.
The surrounding crowd queued for the security check instantly broke into chaos, screaming and running in all directions. Some were pushed to the ground, some were squeezed breathless, and some took advantage of the chaos to escape into Old Street City.
"Gu Ji, what should we do now?"
"It seems someone is deliberately creating confusion, intending to sneak through amidst the chaos."
Gu Ji noticed.
In the chaos, many of the passersby who fled into the city intentionally bypassed the security check gates, likely henchmen from the other three families.
[Crisis event detected, entering real-world Honor checkpoint;]
[Anchoring and loading...]
[Time]: 5:09:54, March 28, 2025;
[Location]: Northern Myanmar Guogan Old Street
[Background]: On May 8, 2013, the Myanmar Police Force, under the pretext of a drug bust, directly confronted the Baolong Military Camp in the Kokang East Mountain District, with the local warlords, and armed conflict broke out. Bai Maoliang took the opportunity to lead his men out of the camp, promising one faction or the other benefits in exchange for the operating rights of Old Street. Thus, Old Street gradually formed around the four major families led by Bai Maoliang, Yan Jinglong, Chai Shusheng, and Huo Jiqiang, who nearly controlled all the mining, casinos, real estate operations in Kokang Old Street.
Trafficking, fraud, illegal mining, drugs, gambling, sex, organ trading...
This place is a paradise for criminals, and amidst the darkness borne from profit divisions, a seismic reform tremor has long begun to surge silently.