Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 1250 Murder and Arson to Strengthen the Army, Qin Feng's Meritorious Deeds Benefit the

In the south, in Huziming City.

The city center is filled with towering buildings and bustling traffic.

Under the neon lights, the city streets are dazzling and colorful, giving it the feel of a miniature Oriental Pearl Tower.

As a capital city, this place is actually quite well-developed, resembling a third- or fourth-tier city in China.

In an old town area on the west side of the city, some buildings left over from the French colonial period are preserved and have now become part of the local history and culture, and can be considered cultural treasures.

The bar, named "Love, Not War," is decorated in an antique style, reminiscent of the Southeast Asian style of the 1990s.

At the bar, a woman with long, flowing hair rested her chin on one hand while stirring her gin and tonic in the other.

She had a languid air about her and wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but under the dim lights of the bar, she appeared quite melancholic.

This woman is somewhat lonely.

This is the first thought that pops into the mind of every man upon entering the bar and seeing a woman's face and figure.

At this moment, a young man tidied his hair and stood up, intending to go over and strike up a conversation.

But a middle-aged man beat him to it.

Not only that, but some people even came out and stopped the young man.

"Sit back."

"who are you?"

"Don't make us repeat ourselves, sit back down!"

The guy in front of me looked strong and powerful; he didn't seem like an ordinary person.

The intimidating look alone sent a chill down the young man's spine.

At this moment, the middle-aged man walked to the bar, sat on the oak chair next to the melancholy woman, and snapped his fingers at the bartender.

"A glass of smoky whiskey, no ice."

"Also, a Long Island Iced Tea for this beautiful lady."

The bartender nodded and immediately began making it.

The woman turned to look at the middle-aged man and sneered, "Do you think I'm a child, Long Island Iced Tea?"

The middle-aged man smiled politely and said, "I think Gin and Tonic is not suitable for you. It's too strong and too spicy. You should drink something that can soothe your mind and relax your body."

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Li Taichang, and I am a... police officer."

"police?"

The woman gathered her flowing hair, revealing a pearl pendant on her earlobe. She glanced at him with her beautiful eyes, then looked at the strong and powerful man sitting not far away.

"You don't look like a policeman."

"So, what profession do you think I fit into?"

"I can't quite put my finger on it, but he's not a policeman. Maybe he's a wealthy businessman? Otherwise, why would you have bodyguards?"

"Hahahaha!"

The woman's answer made Li Taichang smile very happily.

In his eyes, the woman in front of him was just an elegant little fool.

He had tried his best to resemble his true identity, but she still saw him as a wealthy businessman.

However, calling him a wealthy businessman isn't entirely wrong; because in private, he was indeed involved in arms smuggling and even provided protection and assistance to some drug dealers.

In Southeast Asia, almost no one who has any connection with warlord forces has a clean past.

Because the local authorities allowed them to do business and have their own trade, everyone tacitly chose some of the fastest ways to make money.

"That's right, I am indeed a businessman. May I ask, beautiful lady, how much money would it take to win your heart?"

They always said things in a nice way.

Malta was once a colony of the Gallic people.

Naturally, they learned the art of being "romantic and affectionate".

But people have pride, and trees have bark; after all, he was a division commander.

Openly asking a girl how much she charges for a night is definitely inappropriate.

But as long as the other party has that intention, many things can be accomplished naturally.

The woman smiled and shook her head: "My husband is dead, and my heart died with him. He was a soldier. How much money can buy his life back?"

Upon hearing this, Li Taichang's blood rushed!

Is this person a widow?

Back then, as a dependent state of the University of Tokyo, it also received Confucian education.

Naturally, Han culture spread to this place.

In the Three Kingdoms period, Cao Mengde, a powerful and ambitious warlord, was a historical figure he admired and respected.

Along with admiration, there was also Mr. Cao's peculiar hobby.

Li Taichang tried his best to appear sad and asked about the specific situation, hoping to take the opportunity to comfort and care for the person and find a breakthrough.

But in reality, he was overjoyed and felt absolutely certain of success.

Because what Boss Cao is good at is also what he is good at.

After all, he holds the power to allocate, promote, and demote his subordinates, so it wouldn't be difficult for him to do anything improper; it just depends on whether he's willing to do so.

"Nguyen Duc An?"

"Your husband is Nguyen Duc An?"

The woman wiped away tears with a tissue, looking at him helplessly and pitifully: "You...know my husband?"

Le Thai Chang knew Nguyen Duc An; that guy was also unlucky, having been mistaken for a drug trafficking gang leader and beaten to death.

Although this guy was quite capable and loyal, all he could say now was: Good riddance!

Li Taichang sighed, "I know your husband. He was a hero, a great warrior. I had a past with him, and..."

Li Taichang was very eloquent. Because he often had to make grand promises to his subordinates, he developed a set of skills in judging people and managing his subordinates.

All of this, combined with his social status and the power he wielded, ensured that he never lacked money from women.

However, sometimes, what comes to you on your own initiative is never like this....

"It's too late, it's not safe for you to go home alone, let me take you home."

"Thank you, Mr. Li."

"Oh, that's too formal. Call him Brother Li."

Once outside, the bodyguard opened the car door, clearly not the first time he'd experienced something like this.

Although I'm envious, I can only be envious.

After asking for the other party's home address, the car was started.

In the car, Li Taichang dropped his pretense and began to make advances towards the woman, but she refused him with various excuses.

Soon, the car arrived at an inconspicuous residential building. The woman got out of the car, but Li Taichang grabbed her hand.

"No, would you like to invite me up for a seat?"

"But, but, isn't this wrong?"

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you about the death benefits for your husband. As a hero, you know he certainly won't treat you unfairly..."

After hesitating for a moment, the woman finally agreed.

Li Taichang turned around and gave the bodyguard a wink.

He will turn the lights on and off twice as a signal after he goes upstairs.

As long as we see him, it means he's alright. We can just stay and watch over him as usual.

The bodyguard understood immediately, then leaned against the car, took out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth. Normally, the officer would have to get out of the car after finishing a cigarette.

The hallway was dimly lit, and you had to stomp your foot to turn on the motion-sensor light. I took out my key and turned the switch to open the door.

Once inside, Li Taichang put one arm around the woman and reached for the switch on the right with the other.

After switching the switch on and off twice, the bodyguards below confirmed that the other party was safe.

He lit the cigarette with a lighter and began to time it.

Li Taichang kicked the door shut and lunged at the woman with his arms outstretched.

The next second, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down and saw a butterfly knife stuck straight in his heart.

Yin Hong's blood quickly seeped out, staining her shirt red. Li Taichang stared in disbelief at the beautiful woman in front of him, her arms crossed over her chest.

He clutched his chest and knelt on the ground, stammering, "You, you..."

At this moment, a man with a sinister face and a smile on his lips walked out from the inner room.

Li Qianjun squatted on the ground, pinched Li Taichang's chin, and smiled brightly: "To die under the peony is to be romantic even as a ghost. You've learned all the shortcomings of the Gallic rooster?"

Li Taichang's heart was pierced, and he lay on the ground, cold and lifeless, not long after.

Li Qianjun turned to look at Bai Ling and exclaimed, "Still so...burning!"

Bai Ling looked at him with disdain: "Li Qianjun, you disgust me. If I could, I would rather have a knife stuck in your heart than in this guy!"

Li Qianjun laughed heartily: "You can't bear to part with it? We used to be partners."

He paused, his smile fading, and said coldly, "For a long time to come, it will be the same."

Bai Ling sneered: "No matter how much you planned, you never expected that Qin Feng would set you up. When he put on the black goat mask and started causing trouble outside, you should have known this day would come."

"Li Qianjun, you, the genuine article, have been ruined by the pirates. You've become his shadow, you're like his alter ego, the most notorious terrorist!"

"Do you know how high the bounty is for you on the dark web?"

"so what?"

Li Qianjun pulled the butterfly knife out of the other man's chest and started playing with it in his hand, looking completely nonchalant.

Bai Ling said, word by word, "So, you are just a pathetic worm! They are too lazy to even kill you. The poisonous snake was about to attack you, but it was stopped. It's not because of what you were like in the past, not because of the protection of your ancestors, but because you are simply not worthy!"

"Your ultimate fate will be to die out there, at the hands of the enemy, and even if you rot and stink, no one will collect your body!"

"You can't return to your roots, you can't enter the martyrs' cemetery with our ancestors and martyrs, and no one will come to pay their respects and commemorate you!"

"Ah."

Li Qianjun simply gave a faint "hmm" and didn't say anything more.

Clearly, this was something he had known for a long time.

Therefore, no matter how much Bai Ling provoked him, he didn't care anymore.

Let's just consider it a case of "what's the use of trying" or "what's the point of trying?"

If you're willing to gamble, you have to accept the consequences.

He lost; this is his fate.

Everyone has to pay the price for their choices, and he is no exception.

Li Qianjun took out the black goat mask from behind his back and put it on his face. As the shadow slowly enveloped him, he made a self-deprecating remark.

"You've killed and set fires, commanding thousands of troops; your achievements are worthy of our time. Qin Feng, you've won in the end!"