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Date: November 6
Due to the extensive consumption of resources during the decade-long war, the infrastructure in Vietnam is quite poor, with construction of electricity, roads, and railways progressing at an exceptionally slow pace.
Especially now, with the warlords divided among themselves, it is more difficult to get these impoverished warlords to spend their own money on joint infrastructure projects than it would be to send them back into battle.
As a result, many of the roads connecting major cities in Vietnam still rely on the foundations laid during the French colonial period, patched up and used until now.
At this moment, an old-fashioned car that appeared worn out was driving along one such road. Although the vehicle shook with every bump, it was moving at a decent speed. The barren land on either side of the road looked monotonous and dreary.
For a long stretch along the road, it seemed that this was the only car in sight.
Before long, even this car slowed down and pulled over to the side of the road. A figure then emerged from the vehicle.
It was Yang Xiaoyou.
This car had been borrowed casually last night, and the cracked windshield and the radioactive bullet hole in the rear window spoke volumes about its previous owner's anger.
"What on earth did they load in here?" Yang Xiaoyou muttered as he walked down and approached the trunk of the car.
However, when he lifted the lid and saw what was inside, he quickly closed it again and rubbed his temples.
After a moment, he opened the trunk once more.
"What is this? What kind of car did I borrow? Did I accidentally bring trouble upon myself?" Seeing rows upon rows of densely packed weapons in the trunk made Yang Xiaoyou feel a wave of frustration wash over him.
A row of weapons was placed in the fixed slots of the Modified Trunk, ranging from handguns to the Showa Milette, almost gathering all kinds of useful individual arms. It was hard to imagine that this seemingly old car trunk, after modifications, could hold such a sight inside.
Due to the military being scattered, many military supplies had fallen into civilian hands, so the presence of military equipment in Vietnam did not attract Yang Xiaoyou's attention.
However, the situation before him was different. While a few low-end pieces of equipment were understandable, some of the weapons were not the kind that could be explained as leftovers from the former Vietnamese military.
It seemed that the person he borrowed the car from was not someone easy to deal with.
"Ah! Why worry so much? If I just take a few pieces of equipment and ditch the car later, I don't believe anyone can trace it back to me." He pulled out a silver pistol with a point-dropped caliber, skillfully disassembled it for inspection, then reassembled it before loading it and tucking it into his waistband.
Afterward, he glanced at his somewhat darkened face in the car's rearview mirror. Although his disguise skills were still rough—under good lighting, one could easily tell it was fake—it was enough to conceal his original appearance.
"Soldiers come to block; water comes to cover. It's just borrowing a car; I shouldn't cause any trouble." He climbed back into the vehicle and slowly started driving toward Cam Ranh.
In a hotel room, a burly bald Black man looked at his fellow who was going crazy in front of him with an indifferent expression as he took a drag from his cigarette and blew out a smoke ring.
"They actually stole it right under our noses! This is unforgivable! Benny, is there any way to track them down?" The wild-looking woman was tugging at her hair, appearing frantic.
"We can probably determine their general location, but pinpointing them precisely is unlikely. Right now, we only know they headed south. If nothing unexpected happens, they should be heading towards one of three destinations: Binh Dinh, Nha Trang, or Cam Ranh," said the somewhat disheveled White Man, seemingly unconcerned.
The group communicated in English, and Lin Min, who had been silent all along, could roughly understand what was happening.
Although there was a tense atmosphere due to the stolen car issue among those people, Lin Min felt somewhat disheartened.
Having barely escaped from that terrifying place in Tokyo, he found himself assigned by his superior to deliver something on a business trip instead.
Initially, when he was captured by this group of fellows, he thought it was just a stroke of bad luck. However, through some information that a few of them occasionally revealed to him, he realized that he had been completely abandoned.
He even managed to get in touch with his superior, who informed him that his funeral would be arranged according to the standards for martyrs, and his family would receive a substantial compensation every year.
Receiving such news was a heavy blow to him.
For a long time, Lin Min believed that his actions were justified. Even if they were somewhat extreme, there was nothing fundamentally wrong with bringing those criminals to justice.
But ever since he acted as a mediator and uprooted the tumor known as Yongxing, his so-called 'meritorious deeds' were met with coldness and dismissal. Now, he had been outright abandoned. Was it possible that the new leader feared he would bring trouble upon him?
Even now, if given the chance, Lin Min dared not act. Although his thoughts were extreme, he was not foolish. His superior's words indicated that if he went directly into the fray, it would likely provoke retaliation against his family.
In the underworld, he had already offended the other side. He had survived solely due to official protection. If he went back now, it wouldn’t even require any action on his part; just a whisper could put him in a life-or-death situation and endanger his family as well.
He had always thought that fighting for his ideals throughout his life was worthwhile. However, finding himself in this situation left him feeling disheartened. Everything he had worked for was unrecognized and seen as a nuisance, leading to the current predicament.
"This one looks good, and this one too; take them," Yang Xiaoyou said as she parked the car under a tree's shade. She rummaged through the trunk and gathered some practical items before discarding the vehicle aside; driving it in might attract unnecessary trouble.
There were still about two kilometers left to reach Jinlan City, a town built entirely on Golden Bay. Calling it a den of sin would not be an exaggeration.
Unlike France and Germany, where the number of mercenaries is the highest in the world but is balanced by their overall strength and policies that make them safer than most regions globally, Jinlan City was different. Due to its advantageous geographical location, a few cargo ships and a significant number of pirates congregated here. Besides pirates, smugglers seeking to ship goods and drug lords had also infiltrated the area.
It was truly a mixed bag of fish and dragons, with official power being relatively weak.
The most ridiculous thing is that in a place where violent incidents occur with alarming frequency, it simultaneously serves as a playground for gray forces.
As long as you have money, you can indulge in any pleasure you desire here. The variety of fresh experiences rivals that of any international city. Of course, the prerequisite is that you must be able to protect your wealth or pay a protection fee to one of the local powers that can maintain order.
In Yang Xiaoyou's memory, he had mingled here for a while, but the distribution of power back then was likely quite different from what it is now.
There are always limited individuals who can cut the cake. To gain entry, one must snatch a piece from someone else or directly force out an existing player.
Now, due to a certain fellow from Siberia, the relatively stable distribution of power has been completely disrupted. This presents a rare opportunity for his side, allowing them to conserve effort.
Otherwise, once things stabilize again on their end, stirring up trouble would likely provoke strong backlash from multiple parties.
Occupying this territory is all about profit; if turmoil continues to arise, it would clearly undermine everyone's foundation, which would certainly not be tolerated.
"I wonder what the situation really is; you all better wait for us," Yang Xiaoyou said as he hung up a grenade and looked toward the direction of Cam Ranh.
The faint presence hovering over Cam Ranh was something one would never encounter in an ordinary city.
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