I couldn't take it anymore; when I went home for Chinese New Year, the family genealogy book ha

Su Qing's voice was filled with fear and helplessness.

This is her instinctive reaction as a law-abiding citizen when faced with violence.

Jiang Chen turned his head and looked at her pale face, which had turned ashen with fear, his eyes filled with heartache.

He reached out and gently patted Su Qing's cold little hand to reassure her.

His tone was calm, yet it conveyed a convincing power.

"Should we...call the police?"

"Honey, don't be afraid."

"Calling the police is too slow and doesn't serve as a sufficient educational tool against these barbarians who live in uncivilized areas."

Jiang Chen shook his head, a faint smile even playing on his lips.

"Leave it to me."

After speaking, Jiang Chen remained remarkably calm.

He didn't even open the car door; he simply pressed the silver button next to the driver's seat at a leisurely pace.

With a slight motor hum, the thick riot-proof metal mesh on the outside of the driver's cab side window was lowered.

Immediately afterwards, the bulletproof glass, strong enough to withstand rifle bullets, smoothly lowered a gap of about ten centimeters.

The cacophony of shouting and cursing from outside immediately rushed in.

Jiang Chen took out a pack of special-edition Panda cigarettes from the armrest box, pulled out one, and lit it with a fine Dupont lighter.

The lighter made a crisp sound.

He leaned against the heavy, bulletproof car door, like a vault door, and slowly exhaled smoke through the gap.

Amidst the swirling smoke, Jiang Chen's gaze remained icy.

He calmly surveyed the menacing thugs outside, watching them act like clowns jumping around.

When Brother Biao saw that the car window had finally rolled down, he assumed that the people inside were scared, so he became even more arrogant.

He pointed a baseball bat at Jiang Chen and started shouting, spitting as he spoke.

"Damn! You finally dared to show yourselves? I thought you were going to be cowards inside forever!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Get down here right now! Pay up!"

Jiang Chen ignored his shouting and instead stared at the thug who was still smashing the rear window of the car with a steel pipe.

He pressed the loudspeaker outside the car.

In an instant, a clear, loud voice, tinged with a hint of mockery, came from the roof of the car, drowning out all the noise.

"You want to smash the glass, huh?"

His voice echoed through the valley.

"Didn't you eat? Push harder."

"The windows on my car are top-of-the-line bulletproof. They can't be penetrated by your few broken iron pipes, or even by a sniper rifle."

"How about this, let's give you some extra motivation."

"If you can break any of the windows today, I'll give you an extra million in cash. I mean it."

Jiang Chen's words stunned the thugs outside.

They looked at each other, their faces filled with surprise.

This action left them completely baffled. Was it a provocation, or were they simply terrified?

Brother Biao's face immediately turned a deep liver color!

He felt humiliated like never before!

"Damn it! You think you're so great, huh?!"

Brother Biao roared furiously, threw the baseball bat on the ground, and snatched the heavy wrench from his underling's hand.

"I'll smash your turtle shell to pieces today! I'll show you what death really means!"

He roared and swung the wrench, smashing it down with all his might against the driver's side window!

A deafening explosion rang out, sending sparks flying everywhere!

However, the scene of glass breaking that Brother Biao had envisioned did not occur.

That piece of glass was completely unremarkable, without even the slightest crack.

The terrifying recoil caused Biao Ge's arms to go numb, and his tiger's mouth split open, bleeding profusely.

The wrench slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a clang.

Brother Biao clutched his numb arm, gasping in pain.

He looked at the glass, his eyes filled with shock and confusion.

What kind of weird thing is this? Is it made of stone?

The surrounding thugs were dumbfounded, stopping their actions in shock.

In his extreme rage, Brother Biao completely lost his mind. He pointed at Unimog and roared madly at his men.

"Damn! This car is weird! Don't smash it!"

"Go back to the car and get the spare gas!"

"I refuse to believe I can't burn you two bastards to death today!"

"Roast them inside!"

Upon hearing the word "gasoline," Su Qing's heart clenched violently!

Jiang Chen's gaze finally turned cold.

He stubbed out his cigarette.

"You're asking for it."

Jiang Chen uttered a few words softly.

His tone was no longer playful, but filled with a chilling murderous intent.

He stopped wasting time with this bunch of junk and slowly pulled a black device out of his storage box.

It was a military-grade anti-jamming satellite phone with special markings.

In this uninhabited area with no cell phone signal, it is the only thing that can connect to the outside world.

Jiang Chen skillfully turned on the antenna and dialed the number he knew by heart.

The phone was answered after one ring.

A cold, crisp voice came from the receiver, without any unnecessary words.

"Brother Chen! What are your orders?"

Hundreds of kilometers away in Jiangjia Village, Ding Xiuzheng stood solemnly in front of the huge electronic screen in the security building.

Jiang Chen exhaled a smoke ring and looked outside at the thugs who were moving gasoline drums.

His tone was indifferent, as if he were ordering takeout with a friend.

"The location coordinates have just been sent to your system."

"I encountered dozens of stray dogs blocking my way in the uninhabited area of ​​western Sichuan, which was a bit annoying."

Jiang Chen paused, glanced at the distant snow-capped mountains through the car window, and spoke calmly.

"Don't drive over, it's too slow."

"Come pick me up in a plane."