Two Worlds: Snickers Bars for Cow Maids

The soldiers armed with live ammunition suddenly widened their eyes and let out painful whimpers from their throats.

The next second, bright red ice cones suddenly pierced out from their bodies, and their blood instantly solidified into ice under the influence of the cold air.

Seven or eight bodies fell almost simultaneously, leaving shocking bloodstains on the expensive carpet.

In this real world where there is no resistance to magic, this killing method that is almost impossible to work in the other world can be easily performed.

"You...how did you do that?!" The calmness on Leica's face collapsed in an instant, replaced by an unconcealable fear.

"Is this important?" Zhang Luan asked casually, while slowly raising his left hand.

In an instant, a long sword made of pure ice appeared in his hand.

The sword exuded a biting coldness, and the surrounding air condensed into tiny snowflakes due to the extreme low temperature and slowly fell.

"Monster, you are a monster, but don't think you can control me like this!" Leica's voice trembled as she spoke while backing away.

His eyes kept flickering, and he was obviously planning some next move.

Zhang Luan approached slowly. He could see that Leica had a backup plan, but this level of resistance was nothing more than a dying struggle in the face of absolute power.

"Go to hell!" Leica suddenly jumped up, took out a pistol from the decorative flowerpot next to him, and pulled the trigger frantically at Zhang Luan.

Deafening gunshots echoed in the hall, and flames flickered.

The sound of clanging and collision was endless.

The bullets hit Zhang Luan, but all of them were deflected as if they hit something hard.

The walls were soon covered with bullet holes, and lime powder fell down.

"Monster, monster!" Leica's pistol was soon empty, but he still mechanically pulled the trigger, making a hollow clicking sound.

His face was filled with despair, and cold sweat kept dripping down his forehead.

"The guns are good. Tell your men to pull all the tanks, towed artillery, and armed helicopters over here, and park them on the street outside. The whole city will be under martial law!" Zhang Luan's tone was calm, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

"Do you think I'm a coward? I'll do whatever you tell me to do." Leica held on to his last bit of dignity and roared with his neck stretched out.

"Chaka, bring Wen Tun here!" Zhang Luan suddenly turned to Chaka and gave the order coldly.

"Okay!" Chaka nodded without hesitation and turned to walk into the corridor.

His decisive attitude made Leica even more confused.

"What? Chaka actually listened to you? What's going on? Who are you?" Leica's voice was full of disbelief.

In his opinion, although Chaka is not as strong as himself, he is not someone who will bow his head easily.

"Guess!" Zhang Luan's lips curled up into a meaningful smile, and the ice sword in his hand swayed gently, reflecting a heart-pounding cold light.

Leica's eyes flickered and his brain was working rapidly.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something terrible, and his face turned even paler.

"Could it be..." He swallowed and said in a trembling voice: "Could it be that you were sent by White Shadow?"

These words shocked Zhang Luan.

He originally thought that White Shadow only controlled Chaka, but he didn't expect that even Laika was under his control.

This means that the White Shadow almost controls a considerable part of Myanmar’s military forces. What purpose is hidden behind such a huge layout?

"I've already explained it. I'm doing my best to do what he asked me to do!!" Leica's attitude changed 180 degrees in an instant, and his tone was full of begging.

His arrogant attitude completely disappeared, replaced by deep fear.

"But you're not fast enough!" Zhang Luan seized the opportunity and said smoothly.

"How much faster do you want? I'm a general, but Myanmar has three major generals. I want to support a pro-American candidate for prime minister, but the other two generals disagree. Is it that easy to convince them? If I start a war, they'll have an excuse to unite and attack me, and I won't be able to withstand it!"

Leica explained with a look of grievance, his tone full of helplessness and anxiety, completely lacking the arrogance he had before.

When Zhang Luan heard the word "pro-American", his heart moved.

The White Shadow's true identity seemed to be about to be revealed. A larger force was indeed behind this coup. The game between Myanmar's three generals was merely a staged performance.

Just then, Chaka dragged Wentun into the living room and threw him to the ground.

Wen Tun was only wearing a pair of underwear, his body was covered with wounds, and his face was bruised and purple. It was obvious that he had been beaten many times.

His fat body was curled up in a ball on the carpet, looking miserable.

"Lumber? Chaka, you dare to hit my son, do you want to die?!" Leka was furious when he saw his son's miserable condition.

But his roar seemed so powerless in the current situation, because he knew very well that the initiative was not in his hands at all.

"Shut up. Now, as I ask, bring all your weapons and equipment to this street, otherwise your son will die!" Zhang Luan said, snapping his fingers casually.

A crystal clear ice cone appeared out of thin air in front of Wen Tun, emitting a biting cold air.

Wen Tun felt the threat of death and collapsed instantly.

The image of the arrogant tyrant who abused women in the corridor is gone, replaced by a useless giant baby.

"Dad, save me!" He cried with snot and tears streaming down his face, his voice full of fear and despair.

"Is this the general's son? He's really spineless!" Zhang Luan said with a sneer, his tone full of sarcasm.

He noticed that Miaomiaoka looked at Wentun

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Her eyes were filled with disgust, and she was obviously disappointed with her fiancé's cowardly behavior.

"Okay, I'll listen to you! Don't hurt my son!" Leica gave in almost immediately. Seeing his son being pointed at by the ice pick, he felt heartbroken.

He immediately took out his cell phone and started making calls to mobilize troops.

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With every call, Leica's tone was very stern, and he emphasized that all people must evacuate the streets.

Two hours later, the entire street had become a huge military equipment exhibition.

Various weapons were neatly arranged: the tank tracks shone metallically in the sun, the armored vehicles' gun barrels pointed straight to the sky, jeeps were parked one after another on the roadside, heavy machine guns were set up in strategic positions, and several armed helicopters were parked in relatively open areas.

The streets were deserted; all soldiers had been evacuated as ordered.

Only various military equipment stood there quietly, like cold metal sculptures.

The empty streets seemed particularly eerie, with only the breeze occasionally stirring up some dust.

Zhang Luan took out a well-made pistol from the space and handed it to Chaka: "Hold on to Leica. If he runs away, we will all die!"

Chaka took the gun, but instead of pointing it at Laika, he put the muzzle directly to Wentun's forehead: "Understood!"

His choice was quite wise. Instead of controlling a shrewd general, it was better to control this cowardly son directly.

Wen Tun was so frightened that he was shaking, completely losing his previous arrogant look.

"Then what should I do, big brother?" Miaomiaoka looked at Zhang Luan with admiration, her voice sweet and moving.

After this series of events, her feelings towards Zhang Luan have changed from simple liking to blind admiration.

Zhang Luan looked around, thought for a moment, and said, "You...watch TV in the living room for a while. I'll be back soon!"

He didn't want Miaomiaoka to be involved in the dangerous events that might happen next.

After saying that, Zhang Luan strode towards the empty road.

His figure appeared particularly tall and straight in the sunlight, and the icy sword in his hand still emitted a biting coldness. Wherever he passed, a thin layer of ice formed on the ground.

On the empty street, only his footsteps echoed.

"Now... I'm rich!" Zhang Luan's lips curled up into a meaningful smile, and his slender fingers gently stroked the cold metal surface of the armored vehicle.

He could feel the rough touch at his fingertips, the unique texture of a war machine.

The moment his fingers completely touched the surface of the armored vehicle, this behemoth weighing tens of tons dissipated like foam and was sucked into his storage space in the blink of an eye.

His eyes sparkled with excitement as he walked quickly towards the attack helicopter parked not far away.

These priceless modern weapons disappeared one after another at his touch.

Next came the towed artillery pieces, their dark barrels glowing coldly in the sunlight.

Military trucks loaded with all kinds of ammunition lined up in a long queue, waiting to be collected.

Zhang Luan moved quickly but carefully, ensuring that every weapon was stored intact.

More than half an hour later, the entire street was clear of military equipment, as if it had never appeared.

All that was left was the bare asphalt road, gleaming faintly in the sun, and a hint of engine oil still lingered in the air.

However, what surprised Zhang Luan the most was his storage space.

This magical space seems to have its own consciousness and can automatically adjust its size according to the volume of the stored items.

When he sensed the interior of the space, he found that the original fixed boundaries had disappeared, replaced by a space that seemed to extend infinitely.

All weapons and equipment are arranged in an orderly manner, and each piece is in the best condition of preservation.

Zhang Luan opened the door of the storage space, a dazzling light came down, and then he returned to the strange world again.

The mud pit was bustling with activity. The dog-eared women who had just finished bathing gathered in a circle, looking at their new clothes curiously.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, shining on their brand new school uniforms, casting a warm glow.

"Wow, this shirt is made of such great material!" a brown-haired, dog-eared girl kept stroking the sleeves of her shirt, her furry ears twitching slightly with excitement. The touch of modern fabrics was a completely new experience for them, and they couldn't put it down because of its softness and stretchiness.

"I've never seen such a design before, the clothes are so elastic!" said another dog-eared girl, pulling the shirt on her chest curiously.

The white fabric was pulled open and then bounced back, clinging to her heaving chest, outlining a distinct curve.

"Strange, what is this thing?" A petite girl with dog ears was holding a pink bra in her hand, as if she was studying some strange toy.

Her tail wagged gently and her eyes were filled with confusion.

The other dog-eared girls also came over and started discussing.

Zhang Luan then realized an interesting phenomenon: although underwear was not unfamiliar to them, bras, a product of modern civilization, were a completely new thing to them.

In this world, women would only wear simple tube tops or small vests at most, and there would be no such sophisticated underwear designs.

A group of dog-eared girls in neat school uniforms, the outlines of their chests faintly visible.

Especially for those dog-eared girls, the undulations under the white shirts are more obvious, swaying slightly with their movements.

They seemed completely unaware of this and were still concentrating on studying the bra in their hands, sometimes pulling the shoulder straps, sometimes turning the buckles, as if they were solving a difficult problem.

"What are these two cups for?" a red-haired, dog-eared girl asked innocently, causing laughter from everyone around.

Her ears drooped in shyness and her tail wagged restlessly.

"This is a bra, it's for wearing on the chest!" Zhang Luan looked at the group of confused dog-eared women and shook his head helplessly. He waved to the brown-haired dog-eared woman who had just served him.

When the brown-haired, dog-eared girl heard the call, she immediately ran towards Zhang Luan excitedly.

Her movements were full of youthful energy, and her breasts shook violently with every step.

Under the white school uniform shirt, the pair of legs rose and fell with the rhythm of running, drawing a graceful arc.

The fabric of the shirt was lifted up, revealing the skin color faintly in the sunlight.

Her cheeks flushed from the exercise, sweet breaths came out of her slightly open red lips, and her furry ears and tail swayed gently with excitement. The whole picture was both innocent and seductive.

"Everyone, look carefully, this is how you wear a bra!" Zhang Luan directly lifted up the shirt of the brown-haired, dog-eared girl.

The snow-white breasts suddenly exposed to the sun immediately attracted everyone's attention, and they were elastic and trembled slightly in the breeze.

"Ah!" The brown-haired, dog-eared girl exclaimed softly, and her cheeks instantly flushed.

With so many companions staring at the most private parts of her body, she subconsciously wanted to cover it with her arms, but remembering that this was Zhang Luan's order, she raised her arms halfway and then slowly lowered them, only her ears and tail trembling slightly because of shyness.

"Look, you have to find one that suits your breast size!" Zhang Luan's palms skillfully held up the soft pair and carefully felt the size.

The brown-haired, dog-eared girl's body trembled slightly, but she still cooperated obediently.

The dog-eared women around held their breath and watched this "teaching demonstration" intently.

Zhang Luan picked out a pink bra from a pile of bras, which was just the right size.

He demonstrated how to put the bra over the soft breasts and how to adjust the shoulders.

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