Two Worlds: Snickers Bars for Cow Maids

Suddenly there was a loud noise from the roof of the jeep, as if something heavy had fallen.

The sound was not loud, but it was particularly harsh in the silence of the mountain road.

"What is that?" Min Aung Soe frowned and immediately drew a pistol from his waist. He looked around vigilantly and his eyes unconsciously raised to the roof of the car.

"It might be falling rocks. There are often falling rocks on this mountain road. It's no big deal!" The driver gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands and spoke casually. It was obvious that he was accustomed to the conditions of this mountain road.

However, Min Aung Soe was not reassured. He looked across the roof inch by inch, with a hint of uneasiness in his eyes.

He snorted coldly, his voice low and cold: "Falling rocks? Falling rocks will move on the roof?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately noticed something unusual—the iron sheet on the roof was slightly deforming! It was as if something heavy was slowly moving on it, causing a low creaking sound.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Min Aung Soe decisively raised his pistol and fired three shots at the roof of the car.

The bullet penetrated the roof directly, leaving three holes in the iron sheet. Sunlight shone through the small holes, casting several beams of light onto the seats inside the car and Min Aung Soe's face.

The car suddenly became quiet for a moment, and even the driver subconsciously held his breath.

Min Aung Soe gripped his pistol tightly, his eyes fixed on the roof of the car, waiting for any movement.

The next second, "Puff——" a sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly rang out!

With a burst of cold, several ice spikes over a meter long suddenly pierced through the roof of the car! The ice spikes were extremely fast and sharp, like swords, carrying an irresistible chill.

"Puff!" The first ice spike pierced the driver's chest directly, and blood gushed out. The driver widened his eyes and fell limply on the steering wheel without even having time to scream.

The remaining ice cones were like the Grim Reaper's scythe, stabbing at the other people in the car with incredible precision.

The two soldiers sitting in the back seat didn't even have time to draw their guns before the ice picks pierced their chests. Blood dripped down the cones, staining the seats red.

The air was filled with a cold chill and a strong smell of blood.

Min Aung Soe's reaction was very quick. He dodged the fatal blow by leaning sideways the moment the ice spike stabbed down.

However, one of the ice spikes pierced his shoulder, nailing him firmly to the seat.

He frowned, his facial muscles twisted in pain, and blood kept dripping from the wound.

"What the hell is this thing?!" Min Aung Soe growled and gritted his teeth. He raised his pistol while enduring the pain and fired at the roof of the car again.

He fired several times until the gun was empty.

At this moment, a cold and mocking voice came from the roof of the car -

"I heard what you just said - shoot down the last jeep, right?" Zhang Luan's voice came into the car through the hole in the roof. His tone was relaxed and a little playful.

Chapter 260 It’s your own fault

Min Aung Soe was shocked, and his eyes showed an expression of disbelief.

However, the next second, Zhang Luan's figure disappeared from the roof of the car.

He jumped up from the roof of the car, his body as nimble as a cat, and his feet landed steadily on the roof of the Rolls-Royce in front of him in the air.

He stood lightly on the roof for a moment, looked back slightly at Min Aung Soe's jeep, with a faint smile on his lips.

Min Aung Soe watched all this in amazement, his eyes filled with shock and anger. He roared, "Zhang Luan! I will kill you!"

Zhang Luan ignored his roar and just jumped lightly from the roof of the Rolls-Royce, landing steadily in the driver's seat of the last jeep.

The jeep that was almost out of control and about to fall off the cliff regained its balance in his hands.

Zhang Luan calmly gripped the steering wheel and turned it sharply, snatching the vehicle back from the clutches of death at the last second when the wheels almost brushed the edge of the cliff.

With a roar of the engine, the jeep accelerated again and drove forward quickly.

Soon, his jeep caught up with the convoy, easily overtook the Rolls-Royce, and returned to the front of the convoy again.

At this time, the jeep that Min Aung Soe was in was completely out of control because the driver was dead.

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The vehicle was running faster and faster on the downhill section of the mountain road. As inertia continued to accelerate, it was completely unable to match the speed of Zhang Luan and the Rolls-Royce, and gradually fell behind the convoy.

"Bastard! Bastard!" Min Aung Soe roared, his eyes full of resentment and unwillingness.

"These are the two jeeps, open fire!" The captain of the outpost stood behind the bunker, waiting for Zhang Luan's jeep and Rolls-Royce to drive past, and then shouted the order.

As the order was issued, the soldiers in the outpost immediately entered combat status.

Dozens of black gun muzzles were quickly aimed at the last, wobbly jeep.

"Da da da! Da da da!" Deafening gunshots exploded in an instant, and countless tongues of fire gushed out from the muzzles, interweaving into a web of fire of death.

Thousands of bullets poured down like a rainstorm, hitting the iron body of the jeep and splashing bursts of dazzling sparks.

The car windows were shattered in an instant, glass fragments flew everywhere, and the seats and interior structure were torn to pieces by bullets.

The entire jeep was riddled with holes, the steel plates were pierced like pieces of paper, and the gasoline leaked mixed with the smoke, making the car look like a powder keg that could explode at any time.

"Boom--" The rocket streaked across the sky with a sharp sound, and the tail flame was like a roaring fire dragon, leaving a bright and deadly trail in the air.

"boom!!!"

A deafening explosion echoed through the valley, and flames bloomed like a burning sun.

The rocket accurately hit the jeep, instantly triggering a violent explosion. The entire vehicle was shattered into countless pieces by the intense heat and the massive shockwave. The wreckage flew through the air, and flames and black smoke rose into the sky, dyeing the sky blood red.

Min Aung Soe and the other bodies in the car were blown to pieces, leaving no trace of the human body.

Those ice cones quickly vaporized in the high temperature of the explosion, turning into wisps of white steam and dissipating without a trace, as if they had never existed.

The captain of the outpost watched this scene, put down his binoculars, and said coldly: "It has been confirmed that the target has been completely eliminated."

But all that came from the intercom was noise.

The convoy slowly drove into the area under the jurisdiction of the government forces, and the scenery on both sides of the road gradually changed from mountains and fields to city streets.

At the entrance to the city, a camouflaged T-34 tank was parked quietly on the side of the road, its dark gun barrel facing the direction of the city, emitting a silent deterrent.

Although this antique from World War II is not worth mentioning in the eyes of modern armies, it is still a formidable heavy weapon in places like Myanmar.

The rust and mottled paint on the tank tracks do not affect its deterrent power at all. Instead, it gives people a feeling that it has gone through vicissitudes of life but is still fierce.

Zhang Luan was driving a jeep, his eyes scanning the fortifications on the roadside.

On the hillside at the highest point of the city, several D-30 towed artillery pieces were neatly arranged, with their muzzles pointing directly outside the city.

Although these weapons and equipment cannot be called advanced, they are enough to crush small warlords like Chaka who only have a small number of light weapons.

Laika blatantly placed these heavy weapons on the road that Chaka had to take to enter the city, which was undoubtedly a display of strength and a silent threat.

"Boom--" A deafening roar suddenly came from the sky.

Three armed helicopters flew in a triangular formation, passing over the city at an extremely low altitude. The air currents kicked up by the helicopter blades sent dust flying everywhere, and the rockets and machine guns mounted under their wings gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the sunlight.

"Hehe, how can this be an engagement party? It's definitely a Hongmen Banquet!" Zhang Luan said with a sneer as he looked at the helicopter hovering overhead.

He knew very well that these should be the most advanced weapons and equipment of the Myanmar military, all of which were mobilized here by Leka in order to give Chaka a warning.

The convoy continued to move forward, passing through one strict checkpoint after another.

Each checkpoint is equipped with heavy machine guns and armored vehicles. The soldiers are fully armed and vigilantly watch every passing vehicle.

Finally, the convoy stopped in front of a magnificent government building.

This is a typical colonial building with a white exterior that looks solemn and majestic in the sunlight.

Across the street is an even more magnificent building - the City Hall.

Surprisingly, the entire city hall building was converted into Leica's private residence.

Although the area of ​​the yard is not as large as Chaka's manor, the fact that Leica can occupy a government building in the most central area of ​​the city is enough to show her power.

"Shut up if you don't want to die!" Zhang Luan had a gentle smile on his face when he helped Chaka open the car door, but the words he said made the driver feel like he was falling into an ice cave.

The cold murderous intent did not come from his tone, but from his calm eyes.

The driver felt a chill on his back and cold sweat instantly soaked his shirt.

His mind raced as he weighed the current situation: to offend Zhang Luan was a dead end, and to report Min Aung Soe's death to Leka was also a dead end.

With Leka's violent personality, knowing that he had witnessed Min Aung Soe's death, he would definitely kill to silence him.

"I know...I know!" The driver swallowed hard and nodded repeatedly. He had already made up his mind. It would be safer to say he hadn't seen Min Aung Soe, or that he had lost his way.

The interior of the luxurious government building is magnificent, with shiny marble floors and crystal chandeliers reflecting brilliant light in the sunlight.

A young woman in a black and white maid outfit came up quickly, her head lowered, not daring to look anyone in the eye.

"General Chaka, Miss Miaomiaoka, the master asks you to wait in the living room!" The maid's voice was as soft as a mosquito's whisper, with a hint of trembling.

Zhang Luan's gaze fell on her neck, where there was a circle of obvious bruises, obviously indicating frequent abuse.

The three of them walked into the spacious living room, where the European classical style decoration showed the owner's taste and financial resources.

Chaka sat upright on a leather sofa, his back straight and his eyes serious.

Miaomiaoka snuggled up to him, occasionally looking up at Zhang Luan standing beside her, with a meaningful smile on her lips.

Suddenly, a shrill scream came from the corridor, breaking the silence in the living room.

Hearing this voice, Miaomiaoka trembled all over and the smile on her face froze instantly. She subconsciously moved towards Zhang Luan, with a trace of fear in her eyes.

Then a scantily clad young girl stumbled out of the corridor and fell heavily on the carpet.

Her upper body was naked, and her body was covered with shocking purple scars, some of which were even bleeding.

A fat young man with a wretched face then appeared.

He roughly grabbed the girl's hair and dragged her back without mercy.

The girl screamed miserably and scratched at the carpet in vain, but she was unable to prevent herself from being dragged back into the corridor.

"Help! Please save me!" The girl's cries echoed in the corridor, but no one paid any attention.

Miaomiaoka's face was as pale as paper, and she asked in a trembling voice, "Dad, don't tell me this person is Wen Tun!" There was unconcealable fear and resistance in her voice, and it was obvious that she felt deeply disgusted with the brutal young man in front of her.

Chapter 261: It’s Still Faster to Grab

"He's your fiancé, Lum Tun!"

"Ah?!" Miaomiaoka felt dizzy and her hands unconsciously gripped the armrests of the sofa.

She had heard rumors about Wen Tun before, saying that he had a bad temper and liked to abuse women.

But after witnessing it all, she realized that the reality was even more terrifying than the rumors. She couldn't help but imagine her life after marrying such a man, and suddenly felt sick.

"Oh, a show of force?" Zhang Luan sneered as he stood aside.

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Just by glancing at the entire hall, he already had a clear idea of ​​Leica's plan in his mind.

Since Leica sent someone to pick up Chaka and his daughter, how could she not know the exact time of their arrival?

Wen Tun's violent personality is no secret in the local area, so why did he have to put on such a scene at the important moment of the engagement party?

It was obviously for Chaka to see. Leica was testing Chaka's bottom line to see how this little warlord would react to such humiliation.

After waiting for nearly forty minutes, footsteps were finally heard upstairs.

Laika, wearing a silk pajamas that looked priceless, walked slowly down the stairs.

Every movement he made revealed a deliberate laziness, as if to emphasize his superior status.

"Oh, General Chaka, you're here so early. I'm sorry for not welcoming you!" Leka had a hypocritical smile on her face, but her words were without any apology.

"Is this Leica?" Zhang Luan asked from the side, his tone calm but with a sense of oppression that could not be ignored.

Chaka looked at Laika, then at Zhang Luan, and groaned inwardly. He couldn't afford to offend either of them. "Yes!" he could only reply briefly.

Leica's face turned cold instantly, and he stared at Zhang Luan with eyes like knives: "Your people? They don't seem to be very polite! They need to be taught a lesson. It's such a shame for the general to bring such people out!" As he said that, he waved his hand gently.

Before he finished speaking, a burst of orderly footsteps suddenly sounded outside the hall.

Seven or eight fully armed soldiers rushed in, pointing the black muzzles of their automatic rifles at Zhang Luan.

"Alas, I didn't plan to act so quickly, General Leica, you really are..." Zhang Luan shook his head helplessly, with a hint of regret in his tone.

He slowly raised his right hand, his slender fingers drew a graceful arc in the air, and he whispered an obscure spell.

In an instant, a strange scene happened.