Soldiers Assault: Starting from the 7th Steel Company

Chapter 150 Huge Twist
The office was filled with a strong smell of smoke, and the ashtray on the desk was piled high with cigarette butts.

These are all Officer Cui's "masterpieces".

Chen Jiang sat on the hardwood chair, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest, making a dull sound.

Although Officer Cui spoke eloquently, Chen Jiang still felt vaguely uneasy. After all, the risk factor of this job was too high. If he was not careful, he would most likely end up as crocodile food.

He wasn't afraid to sacrifice himself; this was a mindset he had developed as a narcotics special police officer in his previous life. But he couldn't just pointlessly throw his life away.

Regardless, he felt he should visit his adopted brother in prison first.
“I’m not afraid of sacrifice,” Chen Jiang said calmly, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth. “It’s something etched into my bones from a past life, but sending me to my death and completing the mission are two different things.”

He looked up and stared directly into Officer Cui's eyes. "I need to see Kunji first."

Officer Cui's lips curled up almost imperceptibly; this was a crucial step in his plan.

He turned and took a document from his briefcase.
“It’s all arranged,” he pushed the documents onto the table. “Zabaneta Prison, tomorrow morning at 10 a.m.”
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Quincy is imprisoned in Zabaneta, one of the most heavily guarded prisons in Venezuela.

Sabaneta Prison has a strict hierarchical system, with distinct ranks of guards and prisoners managed in different levels to ensure absolute control and stability within the prison.

The towering concrete wall was topped with barbed wire, and the sniper rifles on the watchtowers gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

Because Kunji was a heinous criminal personally approved by the president, his detention level was Level 1, which is the highest level.

Here, he had a room all to himself, with surveillance cameras installed in all four corners, and the lights were never allowed to be turned off.

At this moment, Chen Jiang, with a hunched back, wearing a gray wig and heavy reading glasses, followed Officer Cui with faltering steps.

The silicone mask used for disguise clung tightly to the skin, and sweat kept seeping from the edges.

"Couldn't he have disguised himself as something else? Why did he have to disguise himself as an old man? This Officer Cui really lacks the necessary imagination!" Chen Jiang couldn't help but think disdainfully.

To avoid attracting attention, Officer Cui, at Chen Jiang's request, temporarily transferred Kunji from the first-level detention area of ​​the prison to the interrogation room in the third-level detention area.

The air inside the prison was murky and heavy, a mixture of disinfectant, sweat, and a stale smell.

They passed through a series of iron gates, and each time they passed through one, the gate behind them would immediately lock, the clanging of metal echoing in the narrow corridor.

Chen Jiang counted his steps and noticed that there was a surveillance camera every ten meters on the wall, with red indicator lights flashing like malicious eyes.

"This way, we're here!" A prison guard in a dark blue uniform led them to the right. "The interrogation rooms in the Level 3 area can have their surveillance cameras turned off, but you only have half an hour."

He gave Chen Jiang a meaningful look, adding, "The president's special approval doesn't mean the interrogation room can be occupied indefinitely."

The last door opened, revealing a room of less than eight square meters. A metal table was fixed in the center, and a chair welded to the floor was on each side.

There was a small leather stool that had been temporarily added to one side, which was undoubtedly prepared for Officer Cui.

The fluorescent tubes on the ceiling emitted a blinding white light, illuminating the room in a stark white light, making it resemble an operating room.

Chen Jiang heard the heavy sound of shackles coming from the end of the corridor, getting closer and closer.

When Kunji was brought in by two fully armed prison guards, Chen Jiang's breath caught in his throat, even though he had already seen the photo.
The two really look alike! Even more so than when I rescued him at the scene that day, now that his long hair has been shaved off and his facial features are clearly visible.

It was like looking in a mirror.

They have the same height, the same facial features, and even the same habit of tilting their heads slightly.

Kunji's hands and feet were shackled with special alloy shackles, which made a metallic clanging sound when he walked.

He was forced into a chair, and the prison guard locked the shackles to the fixed ring on the table. Then he stepped outside the door. As requested by Officer Cui and his team, the prison guard was moved a little further away, while the people he brought were positioned perfectly in the middle.

"A new trick again?" Kunji's voice was surprisingly gentle, with a hint of amusement. "This time you found an old man? You didn't find him to make me acknowledge him as your father, did you?"

His mocking gaze swept over Chen Jiang, the scrutinizing look reminding Chen Jiang of a venomous snake assessing its prey before attacking.

Officer Cui cleared his throat: "Mr. Kunji, who is this?"

“Let me speak,” Chen Jiang waved his hand, interrupting him, and then began to tear off the disguise from his face.

The silicone mask made a slight tearing sound as it was peeled off. He shook his short, sweat-dampened black hair, revealing a handsome and resolute face, and looked directly into Kunji's eyes. "We need to have a serious talk."

Kunji's pupils suddenly contracted, and the muscles in his face stiffened for a moment.

Officer Cui clenched his fist silently to himself—this was exactly the effect he wanted.

Since his arrest, Quincy has responded to any interrogation with silence or sarcasm, never before showing such obvious emotional fluctuations.

"Who are you?" Kunji's voice remained steady, but Chen Jiang could feel his fingers trembling slightly under the table.

Chen Jiang didn't answer directly, but instead took a document out of his bag and pushed it over.

That was his complete medical examination report, with the blood type test page specifically marked.

Kunji, unusually, did not refuse, and with difficulty, his shackled hands turned the pages of the documents.

When he saw the AB Rh negative blood type, Chen Jiang caught a flash of shock in his eyes.

"Why are you showing me this?" Kunji closed the file, his eyes sharpening like knives. "Who exactly are you?"

Chen Jiang tapped the blood type field heavily with his finger: "Type AB, a rare blood type. We look exactly alike, both with yellow skin and black eyes. Who do you think I am?" His voice was deliberately low, with a deliberate tremor, "Younger brother."

The moment the word left his mouth, Chen Jiang felt a sense of absurdity.

He did have a younger brother in his previous life, but he died in a drug trafficker's revenge attack.

Now, when I have to call a stranger "brother," a sharp pain rises in my chest.

But his facial expressions were perfectly controlled; even the slightest muscle twitch was carefully designed.

To Kunji, all of this seemed even more real. “Impossible! I’m Burmese! I’m not Chinese!” Kunji shouted hysterically. The guards outside tried to stop him, but were blocked by the men brought by Officer Cui, who told them that they could control everything.

This allowed the conversation to continue.

“You are Chinese. Your father and my father were comrades-in-arms. After you were born in Zhejiang, you were given to him because he saved our father’s life on the battlefield and lost his fertility as a result.”

Chen Jiang said what he had carefully considered. Since their parents were no longer alive, he could make up whatever he wanted. What reassured Chen Jiang the most was that, according to Kunji's file, his mother had indeed not given birth to a second child. Of course, he had no way of knowing whether his father had any illegitimate children. He would have to take a gamble!

“How could that be? I was born in Myanmar,” Kunji said with certainty.

Chen Jiang had already devised a plan for this, and then he began his performance.

He first vividly described the scene of Kunji's birth, then how his mother had a big fight with his father because his father gave Kunji away without her consent, and how they all died in the Vietnam War.

Not to mention Kunji, even Officer Cui was stunned, and even stopped writing.

Good guy,
What a great guy!
It's a shame this kid isn't an Oscar-winning actor!

I was worried before whether he could handle the situation, but now it seems I was worrying about nothing. His acting skills are far superior to mine!
Niubi,
It's so arrogant!

Sure enough, Kunji's eyes also reddened a little after Chen Jiang's words.

Of course, who wouldn't be moved by such a touching story?

Especially for someone like him, wandering the world alone and helpless.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Chen Jiang even made a bold guess about how Kunji's adoptive father died. Perhaps it was that old bastard Chachai who did it!
At this point, Officer Cui might not have noticed, but Chen Jiang's perception was incredibly strong; he could sense a slight change in Kunji's expression.

Could it be true?
That would be great!
In his previous life, when he was fighting drug trafficking, he heard that many "generals and marshals" in the Golden Triangle liked to adopt sons. However, most of these adopted sons' biological fathers were killed by them or died because of them. But they were too young, and after being adopted, they also killed and trafficked drugs, eventually becoming their henchmen.

Therefore, Chen Jiang estimated that Kunji was in the same situation.

“Kunji,” Chen Jiang broke the silence, his voice choked with emotion, “you’ve suffered so much these past years.”

He reached out, hesitated for a moment, and finally placed his hand on Kunji's shoulder. "But now we have a chance to end all this. But I need your help."

Kunji didn't shake off his hand, but Chen Jiang could feel all the muscles in his body tense up: "What opportunity?"

“Let me take your place,” Chen Jiang said, enunciating each word clearly, “and infiltrate back to Chatchai’s side. We have a complete plan that can destroy his drug empire in one fell swoop.” He looked directly into Kunji’s eyes, “so that the people of the world will no longer suffer from his drugs, and also for the suffering you have endured over the years.”

Officer Cui added at the opportune moment, "Mr. Kunji, as long as you cooperate, we can guarantee your safety, and even—"

After he said that, his heart jumped into his throat.

His eyes were fixed on Kunji, hoping he would utter the word he desired: "I do!"

But Kunji suddenly burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the small interrogation room, jarring and chilling.

He jerked his hand back, the shackles slamming against the table with a loud thud.

After a long pause, he finally started clapping.

That's a good story!

This completely baffled Chen Jiang and Officer Cui, who dared not say anything for fear of making things worse.

"Thank you so much for preparing such a touching story for me. I am very moved. It has been a long time since I have heard such a touching story."

Kunji's words made Chen Jiang's heart sink.
Oh no, have we been exposed?

But where exactly did the secret slip up?

Or is this guy bluffing, saying that on purpose?

At this point, his best option was to remain silent and simply look at the other person with a puzzled expression. However, Officer Cui, somewhat tactlessly, asked, "What story? What are you talking about?"

Kunji winked playfully and said confidently,
"Alright, I know what you're planning, but I can tell you with absolute certainty that your plan is doomed to fail. Chen Jiang, if you go, you'll be throwing your life away! Although you're not my brother, just because we have the same blood type and look alike, I don't want you to go and lose your life in vain!"

Upon hearing this, Officer Cui stood up and emphasized, "He really is your brother. We have your DNA comparison report!"

He originally planned to save this for last as his ultimate move, but now he can't worry about that anymore and has to bring it out ahead of time.

To my surprise, Kunji didn't even glance at it.
“A forgery,” Kunji waved dismissively. “I bet they used a sample of my hair? One of the collections from the prison barbershop?” His gaze shifted to Chen Jiang, suddenly turning serious.

"Let me be blunt with you. You say my father is infertile, but he has an illegitimate daughter, my half-sister! Do you understand?"

These words shattered the last shred of hope in Chen Jiang and Officer Cui's hearts.

Although there was still a slight possibility that he was just being deliberately mysterious, Chen Jiang could sense that what he said was probably true, and it was also what he feared most.

If what he said is true, then Officer Cui's ridiculous plan was indeed a complete failure.

"Secondly, if we were truly brothers, why would you go instead of me to infiltrate? The feasibility of you going is much lower than mine. Chatchai isn't stupid; he's very suspicious. Even if I told you everything about me, you would still have a hard time passing his test!"

"Third, and most importantly, each of our adopted sons who are assigned to a region has a detailed DNA record kept by him. If you replace me to go undercover, you will be given a blood sample on your first day. I guarantee you will not see the sun rise the next day!"

Kunji's words made Officer Cui's face turn dark.

Hey!
What's the point of even discussing this? It's actually like this?
He hadn't grasped these core concepts either, and now, hearing Kunji's explanation, he realized how ridiculous his plan was.

Only Chen Jiang was carefully considering his words. It has to be said that Kunji's intelligence is truly outstanding. He is incredibly meticulous in his thinking. The two of them really do have a brotherly feeling.

"Why are you telling me all this?" Chen Jiang was very curious. If he was determined to expose him, saying the first point would have been enough, or he could have simply left him to die.

"Because, although I know what you are saying is false, I hate Chatchai just as much as you do!"

(End of this chapter)