Two Worlds: Snickers Bars for Cow Maids

Following closely behind was a military jeep, and behind that was a troop carrier filled with soldiers.

Finally, there were seven or eight black motorcycles guarding the convoy like a pack of loyal hounds.

All vehicles and personnel were dressed in dark green military uniforms and red berets, exuding a formidable aura.

The troop carrier stopped first, and the soldiers jumped out in unison, quickly forming a line. The thump-thump sound of their boots stomping on the ground was full of military majesty.

Finally, the jeep in the middle slowly stopped.

The car door opened and a burly man got out.

He looks quite like Hollywood star Sylvester Stallone, with a meticulously trimmed beard and a fierce and shrewd look in his eyes.

"Pa!" Two rows of soldiers stood at attention and saluted at the same time, their movements in unison.

In the sunlight, the metal accessories on the guns and military uniforms gleamed coldly, highlighting an inviolable majesty.

Zhang Luan secretly observed this armed force.

Although they looked respectable, judging from their subtle posture and eyes, they looked more like a group of bandits in military uniforms.

"Didn't you say you had a gift for me?" Chaka's voice was as cold as his appearance.

He scanned the crowd in the park, his eyes as sharp as a hawk.

All kinds of faces passed by his eyes, including Zhang Luan, who were all treated as ordinary staff members.

"Yes, General Chaka!" A manager nodded hurriedly. He looked around and didn't find the boss, but facing Chaka, he didn't dare to neglect and immediately gestured in the direction of the warehouse.

Two thugs dragged out a man covered in wounds.

Chapter 222

He fell to the ground.

Although the man was covered in wounds, he had a strong body and well-defined muscles.

Even when kneeling on the ground, his gaze was still as sharp as a knife, revealing an unyielding pride.

The bruises and scars on his body were clearly visible, and it was obvious that he had been tortured.

"This guy is an undercover police agent," the manager explained flatteringly. "He killed several of us yesterday and tried to escape with them. Luckily, we found him in time and caught him!"

"How could I not know?" Zhang Luan frowned slightly, his sharp gaze fixed on the tattooed man. In the sunlight, his expression looked particularly gloomy.

The tattooed man was startled: "You didn't even ask about this!" There was obvious fear in his voice.

"Bah!" The man suddenly spat, blood foam splashing on the dust. "If someone among those people I saved hadn't tipped off, would I have been caught by you?!" His voice was full of anger and disdain.

Zhang Luan walked up to the man with great interest, squatting down to look him in the eye. "You're saying that you saved them, but some of them tipped off the people in the park?"

"You're asking even though you already know the answer," the man said, glancing at Zhang Luan coldly, his eyes filled with disdain. "You're a bunch of servile people, not worth saving!"

In the sunlight, the managers finally noticed something was wrong.

He looked at Zhang Luan carefully. From his standard Mandarin to his choice of words, there was something strange about him.

Especially the name "park" made him feel alarmed, because everyone here called this place home.

"I'm here to discuss cooperation with General Chaka!" Zhang Luan said calmly.

His calmness is actually puzzling. This kind of composed attitude is not something that ordinary people can have.

Cold sweat broke out on the manager's forehead.

He looked around, at the armed guards, then at Zhang Luan's leisurely appearance, his brain working rapidly.

In such a highly guarded place, someone who can be so comfortable must be someone extraordinary.

"General Chaka, is he your man?" The manager's voice was questioning.

"I don't know him," Chaka's eyes became sharp in an instant, "What kind of cooperation do you want to discuss?" He instinctively took a half step back, showing the vigilance of someone who had been living on the edge of a knife for years.

With a "whoosh", more than a dozen automatic rifles were raised at the same time, with the black muzzles pointed at Zhang Luan.

Two rows of soldiers stood in front of Chaka like a steel wall, their fingers on the trigger, ready to fire at any time.

This almost reflexive defensive action reveals that Chaka has experienced countless assassination attempts.

"I'm buying weapons and equipment," Zhang Luan's voice echoed throughout the park. "It's enough to equip at least 5000 people. We also need heavy firepower, including anti-aircraft guns, self-propelled artillery, helicopters, mines, and so on. I'll take whatever you can get. If you have a bomber, that would be even better!"

In the sunlight, Chaka's expression changed from shock to amusement, and finally he burst into laughter.

There was a strong sense of sarcasm and disdain in the laughter.

He held a cigarette in his mouth, and looked particularly contemptuous in the smoke.

This guy who suddenly appeared asked for these heavy weapons that he didn't even have.

"Are you here to make people laugh? Where did this idiot come from?" Chaka laughed enough and waved his hand gently.

This seemingly random action is actually a signal of death.

"So, where is this undercover?" the manager asked, pointing at the man kneeling on the ground.

The sunlight shone on the man's scarred face, reflecting shocking bloodstains.

Chaka took a deep puff of smoke and slowly exhaled smoke rings: "It's the same. If someone finds out which country I'm from, it will be even more troublesome!" The smoke swirled in the air like a curse of death.

Chaka was thinking in his mind that what he feared most was to offend the Dragon Kingdom.

Rather than taking the risk of interrogating this undercover agent and revealing his identity, it is better to get rid of him directly.

Chapter 237 Why don’t you be independent?

The dead keep the best secrets.

Although Chaka is full of hostility towards the Dragon Kingdom, he is also well aware that his armed forces are not worth mentioning in front of the Dragon Kingdom.

In the sunlight, the manager winked at the thugs behind him, and several armed thugs immediately understood and pointed the black muzzles of their guns at Zhang Luan's back.

The smell of death is in the air.

"Alas, if you don't accept my toast, you will be punished!" Zhang Luan sighed lightly, and the magic power in his body surged instantly.

The advanced petrified skin quietly opened up. Although his skin seemed to have no changes on the surface, it was actually as hard as steel.

Suddenly, a strange chill swept across the entire park.

The originally hot air suddenly cooled down, making people shiver involuntarily.

A breeze blew by, and goose bumps appeared on everyone's skin.

The soldiers looked at each other, confused as to why there was such an abnormal chill under the scorching summer sun.

"Stop talking nonsense and get going!" the thug yelled in stiff Mandarin. He raised the butt of his gun and smashed it hard against the back of Zhang Luan's head.

There was a whoosh sound of wind breaking in the air.

"Be careful!" The captured man suddenly warned, as if he had noticed something wrong.

"Bang!" The butt of the gun hit Zhang Luan's head hard. This blow would have knocked an ordinary person unconscious, but a strange scene occurred: the wooden butt actually shattered, sawdust flying everywhere, and a crisp cracking sound was heard.

The thug only felt a strong recoil force coming along the butt of the gun, and his entire arm was numb as if he had been electrocuted, and the rifle in his hand almost flew out of his hand.

He looked at the butt of his gun in disbelief, then looked at Zhang Luan who was unharmed, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"What's going on!" The thug shouted in disbelief as he looked at the broken butt of the gun, his arm still numb from the recoil.

Just as he was stunned, Zhang Luan's lips began to move slightly, muttering something. The air suddenly turned cold, and the water vapor quickly condensed under the influence of magic. Countless tiny icicles began to slowly form on the necks of these people.

"Swish!" A cold light flashed, and the ice instantly turned into sharp spikes, piercing their throats accurately.

The chill of death enveloped the entire park.

"Tsk, in a world without magic, humans are really fragile!" Zhang Luan shook his head helplessly.

He remembered that in the other world, even the lowest-level monsters had magical defenses in their bodies. This level of attack could not break through their magic barriers at all, and he had to use larger and thicker ice cones.

But in this real world, no magic means zero magic defense.

As long as the ice pick is sharp enough, it can easily pierce the fragile human throat and carotid artery.

"Puff, puff!" Blood gushed out, forming a blood-red fountain in the sunlight.

These people didn't even have the chance to scream, and could only watch in despair as their lives slipped away with blood.

They covered their necks in vain until their faces turned pale, and finally they fell unwillingly in a pool of blood.

"Sniper, there's a sniper!" someone suddenly shouted in horror.

The soldiers took immediate action, with several men holding Chaka's head and escorting him to the back of a jeep for cover.

The other soldiers quickly sought cover and nervously searched their surroundings, trying to find the sniper's location.

Under the sunlight, the park fell into chaos. The fear of death enveloped everyone, and they would rather believe it was a sniper attack than face the supernatural scene before them.

"Idiot!" Zhang Luan sneered and silently chanted the spell again. Magical energy flowed invisibly through the air, condensing into deadly icy spikes that pierced directly into the hearts of a group of soldiers.

The sound of soldiers falling to the ground continued to rang out. Without even a chance to scream, the soldiers collapsed to the ground, clutching their chests.

There was still a last vestige of fear in their eyes, and blood slowly seeped from their chests, staining their clothes dark red.

"The enemy has an ambush. There are many of them, and their weapons are all equipped with silencers. We are surrounded!" The terrified shout

Chapter 223

Echoing in the park.

Fear spread among the soldiers like a plague. Some simply threw away their weapons, knelt on the ground with their hands on their heads and surrendered.

There was chaos in the park. Some people fled frantically, some were killed on the spot, and the rest chose to surrender.

In the sunlight, Zheng Guofeng quickly untied the ropes around him, picked up a rifle from the ground, and leaned against the wall. He looked around cautiously, then looked at Zhang Luan with a puzzled look: "You...you are also from Long Country? How did you do it?"

Zhang Luan's lips curled up into a mysterious smile. "How did you do that? You must have a backup plan to come here! This isn't a good place!"

"Be careful when checking, he may run away. If he runs away, it will be difficult to find him!" Zheng Guofeng suddenly reminded, "My name is Zheng Guofeng, brother, thank you for your kindness!" Then he solemnly saluted Zhang Luan with his fists.

"You're welcome!" Zhang Luan said as he vanished behind the jeep like a ghost. His movements were almost impossible to follow in the sunlight, incredibly fast.

Chaka was grabbing the car door, ready to flee, when a strong arm grabbed him tightly. Zhang Luan tugged hard, and Chaka was dragged away from the car door like a rag doll.

Several guards tried to intervene, but Zhang Luan's palm slashed through the air in a graceful arc. A flash of cold light flashed, and the icy blade silently slit their throats. The guards didn't even have time to react before they collapsed to the ground, clutching their necks, their lives rapidly slipping away.

"Do you know who you're touching?" Chaka glared at Zhang Luan fiercely, trying to intimidate him with his identity. His eyes flashed with anger and a hint of subtle fear.

"Bang!" He was answered by a lightning-fast punch. The fist hit his eye socket precisely, instantly turning it purple. Chaka's head jerked back, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"Who sent you?" Chaka wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and asked persistently.

"Bang!" Another heavy punch, this time hitting the abdomen directly.

Chaka suddenly bent down like a shrimp, and the bitter water in his stomach gushed out uncontrollably, leaving a pool of stain on the ground.

Looking at the fallen bodies around him, Chaka finally realized that he had lost all his support.

He raised his head, the fierceness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by deep fear: "You...what do you want?"

The sun shone on Chaka's sweaty face. Zhang Luan gently straightened his body, carefully straightened his messy collar, and said earnestly: "I told you, I want weapons and equipment. You are the biggest warlord in Myanmar. These things are nothing to you!"

Chaka coughed a few times, and the pain in his stomach made his face pale: "I can't give you what you want!" There was a slight tremor in his voice, and it was obvious that he had not recovered from the beating just now.

"If you can't produce it, you can ask your master for it. They will definitely be able to afford it!" Zhang Luan said leisurely, but his fingers inadvertently brushed across the air, bringing a hint of chill, which made Chaka shiver involuntarily.

Chaka wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes: "They never communicate with me, but they will clear the obstacles for me. If they think I am an obstacle, they will also clear me. I can only listen to them!" His voice became smaller and smaller, as if he was expressing his helplessness.

Zhang Luan gave a meaningful smile: "But if you don't listen to me now, you will die too. What should I do?" His tone was relaxed, but it made Chaka feel a chill down his spine.

"I can find a way to deal with guns and mines," Chaka said hastily, a somewhat flattering expression on his face. "Anti-aircraft guns are completely useless. The Burmese army doesn't even have many planes. What are we going to fight for?"

When he said this, there was still a bit of grievance on his face, like a child who had been bullied.

Zhang Luan nodded leisurely, a hint of deep thought flashing in his eyes: "That makes sense. Otherwise, you should be independent!" This sentence was said lightly, but it was like a blockbuster bomb.

"What?" Chaka widened his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief.

The sunlight shone on his face, which was distorted by shock, and reflected fine streaks of cold sweat.

He originally just wanted to be a free-spirited warlord, making enough money to enjoy life, but he didn't expect the other party's ambition to be so big.

Zhang Luan held his chin elegantly, as if discussing a trivial matter. "Establishing an independent country would allow us to openly import weapons and equipment! Given your unique geographical location, I think...acting cute and coquettish with a major power shouldn't be a problem!"

Chapter 238 One Pot