Blood Queen – Chapter 200

Chapter 200: Silencing

On March 20th, Friday.

More than thirty kilometers northwest of Old Street, a small mountainous town called Gongtang welcomed a large number of defeated soldiers.

This area is the territory of the Xiao family warlord, but to jointly deal with the Yin family in Old Street, the Xiao family brought in the Myanmar government troops, occupying this vital strategic location. However, with the Xiao family defeated and the Yin family launching a full-scale counterattack, various rumors spread, and even the government troops stationed in Gongtang, watching the struggle from the sidelines, began to withdraw.

Vehicles of all kinds, walking soldiers, and civilians fleeing with their families crowded the rural roads around Gongtang. Abandoned supplies were everywhere, triggering various fierce scrambles, and occasionally distant gunshots added to the chaos.

Early in the morning, a small inn in Gongtang town was occupied by a group of mysterious individuals covered in dirt. Those who did not know would think that defeated soldiers had changed into civilian clothes to fish in troubled waters.

“Kill them all, kill them all!”

Deng Baoyi, who barely escaped from a near massacre in the southwestern valley of Old Street and had been suspiciously hiding in the wild for over twenty hours, now looked disheveled, her hair down and clothes in disarray, resembling a mentally ill beggar as she yelled and screamed in the room.

Of the five trusted knights brought out of the country, only two remained after a horrific airstrike, which was a significant loss for Deng Baoyi. Especially after seeing her beggar-like reflection in the mirror, she completely broke down in hysteria.

“Enough, shut up!”

Nava, dressed in a camouflage suit that he didn’t know where he’d acquired, also bore the grim visage of a defeated soldier, sitting in a chair biting his teeth.

Only four of the people Nava brought survived, each of them injured, and there was only one knight left.

The losses of Maoban and Shachu, two trusted subordinates he had trained for many years, along with nine knights, made Nava’s northern expedition tantamount to a complete military collapse. The capital he had spent had gone to waste, and describing Nava’s current predicament as a case of “losing the chicken but not getting the rice” could not be more fitting.

His gang might even become second-rate; the businesses and territory in northern Malaysia would become targets for others. The underground blood tribe world of Southeast Asia was devoid of any compassion.

“Nava, that Yin and Guo Hao are definitely colluding with the Myanmar military! That was an airstrike, not artillery fire! If we don’t kill them, don’t say northern Myanmar; you won’t stand firm anywhere in Myanmar! Anyone can walk all over you!”

Deng Baoyi walked in front of Nava, placing her hands on his shoulders with a fierce look: “We still have three knights and three attendants—you’re a mid-level viscount, and I’m a high-level baron. We still have a chance. Those few must not be left alive!”

“That woman has completely overdosed on her emotions, and Guo Hao is also injured. Without external support, they would never beat us. As long as we kill them, along with that Yin, everyone will know you’re not to be trifled with!”

As she spoke, Deng Baoyi tidied her messy hair and slowly nestled into Nava’s embrace, holding his stubbled face with her hands, flashing a mysterious smile.

“Let’s see who can really laugh last… At that time, I’ll give you half of northern Myanmar, and we can come up with a new gang name under the Hermit Alliance. Don’t worry about the collapse of the Liang family, even the Wang family will have to give Old Man Feng some face.”

“I don’t believe they can keep banding together. We’re in the shadows; as long as we catch the opportunity to kill Guo Hao or that woman, they will collapse. No one from the Hermit Alliance will support them anymore; they are pawns… In all of northern Myanmar, who is of higher standing than you and me now?”

It must be said that Deng Baoyi’s assessment of the situation was fairly accurate after regaining her composure. She was well aware of Guo Hao and their vulnerabilities.

“Apart from the agreed Yuheng Dan, you also need to add fifty million dollars and a batch of gunpowder.”

Nava stared at the filthy woman before him, slowly revealing a fierce look, completely unperturbed by his request.

“No problem, once it’s done, I can also get you good stuff from the James and Fujiwara families.”

Deng Baoyi smiled, seemingly indifferent.

Remembering her current disheveled appearance, she even winked, wrapping her arms around his neck with a flirtatious expression.

Fifty million dollars? She would agree to a hundred million. She had to seize northern Myanmar before Old Man Chu and Zhuang Jianfei did, thereby completing the integration of all smuggling routes from the south to the southwest.

Enlisting someone like Nava, a prominent figure in Myanmar’s underworld, was the key to her and Feng Jiulong’s layout.

A mere few tens of millions of dollars were trivial compared to the cash cow of the underground world in northern Myanmar.

Nava was not polite either, caring little for how embarrassing the situation was for both of them. Within moments, he tore off all of Deng Baoyi’s clothes and threw her onto the bed, pressing down on her fiercely.

The losses were already significant; regretting earlier was meaningless. Even more monetary rewards would take a long time to transform into power. At least now, Deng Baoyi was merely an added burden…

Outside, sporadic gunfire echoed, and chaos and collapse continued, but inside the room was another small world filled with madness and desire.

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The Myanmar government and the northern Myanmar warlord Chairman Yin seemed to have reached some tacit agreement. In just two days, the former issued some innocuous statements and withdrew entirely, leaving the other local armed forces in northern Myanmar at a loss.

This time, the turmoil in northern Myanmar, although the Myanmar government did not achieve its goal of muddled fishing, had severely weakened the local warlords and underground blood tribe forces in northern Myanmar. There would be plenty of opportunities in the future; there was no need to rush.

Two days later, the traffic in and out of Old Street had increased significantly, with residents gradually returning, and many shops reopening. Even on the streets, local police patrols reappeared.

Cleaning up the traces of war would take considerable time, but it did not hinder everyone from returning to their accustomed rhythm of life.

However, in the underground world, rumors spread that Chairman Yin secretly cooperated with Myanmar’s clandestine agencies and the Chinese dark arrows to carry out a surprise attack on blood tribes like Nava’s under the guise of hunting down drug trafficking groups in northern Myanmar.

The more complex inner revelations were naturally not known to the truth, but an airstrike in a certain valley southwest of Old Street clearly indicated the stance of the Chinese dark arrows towards the blood tribes of northern Myanmar—everyone could catch rats, but if something big was to happen, the dark arrows would certainly act unreservedly.

In public news, the glowing Myanmar government officials remained tight-lipped, and the spokesperson for China used classic diplomatic parlance, as if everything were righteous acts under the sun.

As for the Chairman Yin, who had reappeared in the media, he vocally stated his consistent position with the Myanmar government on safeguarding border security, promising to continue maintaining peace and stability at the border between the two countries, blah blah blah…

Hongtian Entertainment Center, fifth floor, a single room.

“The Yin guy admitted that he did all of this; I never expected he had connections with the dark arrows…”

Guo Hao sat at the edge of Jiang Yan’s bed, stroking his chin and repeatedly lamenting, “I guess this time Nava has pushed him to the brink, making him risk being targeted by all the blood tribes in northern Myanmar to borrow the hand of the dark arrows…”

“Fortunately, the outcome is mutually satisfying. Nava and his people were completely unprepared, and so many gangs were wiped out all at once. From now on, we will dominate here, and Yin’s position will be secured.”

“The only regret is that we didn’t find Nava’s body, and Deng Baoyi is also missing; she probably ran scared.”

Jiang Yan leaned against the head of the bed, listening quietly, but her gaze did not shift to the silent Montai beside her; instead, she turned her head to gaze out the window, seemingly lost in thought.

Now that the communication stations had resumed function, in a few days, several brothers and sisters from the Baofu gang would come here, and then we could live well here. Whatever Wan Jie needs, feel free to ask!

“Chairman Yin managed to collect many corpses of the black blood tribes this time, all stacked in the frozen storage of their security forces. I took a look, and besides those that were burnt to a crisp, some corpses still had some value. I’m planning to contact the Luo family for them. I’ll dispose of the finished products as soon as possible.”

As he spoke, Guo Hao revealed a mysterious expression.

“Huh? The Luo family? Didn’t they run off over ten days ago? They caught wind so quickly and want to come back?”

Jiang Yan was taken aback, turning her head back in surprise.

“Just as we discussed, we are unfamiliar with the area, and the cake in Old Street is large, with many envious eyes. The Luo family can come and go as they please, but we have no way out; we must be generous, build alliances, and stabilize our position.”

“I made an agreement with the Luo family that nominally they still manage Old Street, but they must send a viscount or at least a high-level baron over to maintain stability.”

Guo Hao seemed to have matured overnight, his emotions stabilized, and a confident smile spread across his face.

“Alright, there are still various odds and ends to take care of, so I won’t disturb you.”

Guo Hao patted Montai’s shoulder and smiled as he stepped out the door.

In the room, only Jiang Yan, gazing out the window, and Montai, sitting upright and staring straight ahead, remained, creating a slightly eerie atmosphere.

“In just two days, Chairman Yin has taken all the blame upon himself, clearing ties with the dark arrows… Montai, I’m not a fool…”

Jiang Yan turned back to quietly watch Montai’s expressionless face, feeling increasingly confused.

“Didn’t you want to take me away with you? If I refuse you and just disappear, then why do you come back? To show off how you used your connections with the dark arrows to smooth everything over?”

Seeing him remain silent, Jiang Yan’s anger grew.

“Drink some blood…”

Montai stood up, reached for a blood bag on the nearby table, cut it open, and poured it all into a beer cup, then stretched it out toward Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan, inexplicably filled with rage, seized the bright red beer cup and hurled it at Montai.

The blood splattered over Montai’s face and chest, flowing down and staining his neck and thighs, making him look like a fearless warrior after a bloody battle.

“You gave up being a normal person just to infiltrate the blood tribes, becoming a mole for the dark arrows, seeking suitable targets, and then taking them all down!”

“Besides war, can’t you find any other meaning in life? Is it true that one day, if Hyacinth does something to upset you, a bomb will appear over her head?”

“Why are you getting angry? Answer me! Why do you have to be so cool!”

Jiang Yan gritted her teeth, firing off sentence after sentence, her body trembling slightly, an unhealthy flush plastered to her pale face.

“Am I wrong this time? Shouldn’t I eliminate those black blood tribes with blood on their hands from the people of Hua Country? I told you before, I don’t care who I am; I only want to do the right thing.”

Montai wiped the blood from his face, maintaining a calm expression, his tone even more unfazed.

“…”

Jiang Yan opened her mouth several times, finding no words to respond.

“Montai, promise me that you won’t harm the innocent in the future. Not all blood tribes are evil; Wan Da, Brother Zheng, and Xiaoling have all treated you well… I can keep your secrets, okay?!”

Jiang Yan suddenly panicked, leaving the headboard of the bed and grabbing Montai’s arm, her face flushed with desperation—she could only picture Montai in this light; anything more was beyond what her heart could hold at this moment.

At this moment, Jiang Yan’s breaths were erratic, sometimes rising high, sometimes falling low, fragmented.

Montai remained silent, returning to the desk to open a new blood bag, filling another beer cup.

Just as he turned around, he found Jiang Yan precariously supporting herself against the bed, swaying, seemingly looking at him yet her expression was vacant and dazed.

Before Montai could react, Jiang Yan’s body collapsed toward the bed, where the pure white sheets, disheveled covers, and her nightgown were splattered with a large pool of blood.

Jiang Yan was hemorrhaging; what happened to her body!?

Montai dashed to the bed, directly lifting the fainted Jiang Yan, revealing a rare expression of helplessness on his face.

Little Guo! Little Lian!?

Montai disregarded his blood-soaked appearance, holding Jiang Yan’s frail body and rushing out the door.

……

As night fell, a spring rain quietly began.

A high-end restaurant in the city reserved several private rooms to host Han Ying and other representatives from headquarters, as well as to reward a group of outstanding officers who had been working tirelessly and putting in overtime recently.

This week, Han Ying, as a representative from headquarters, inspected the situation of various grassroots stationed teams in the western inspection area and highly praised Zhen Guangquan for the many highlights in military readiness and training.

With outstanding achievements, naturally, other details of work also benefited from a boosting filter. Particularly, Zhen Guangquan himself, in his youth, almost became a couple with Han’s third sister, Han An, leaving a small regret.

With Han Ying present, and with Zhen Guangquan personally funding the gathering, coupled with overwhelming victory momentum, no one criticized Zhen Guangquan for extravagant behavior.

A lively dinner lasted until past 10 PM, when the drunken Zhen Guangquan was finally sent back home.

Zhen Guangquan’s car slowly rolled into the parking lot of the compound. He stepped out, still reeking of alcohol.

“Chief of Staff, Vice Minister Han’s gift is still in the trunk… wait, the umbrella!”

The operations department staff, acting as the chauffeur, popped their head out of the driver’s seat and called out to Zhen Guangquan’s swaying figure disappearing into the rain curtain.

Perhaps due to too much drinking, Zhen Guangquan’s mind was a bit hazy, and in the late afternoon, he completely failed to hear what the person behind him was saying. He didn’t mind the pouring rain, just relying on muscle memory to walk into the family building’s entrance.

The operations office staff shook their heads with a smile, planning to take out the items left in the trunk to help carry them upstairs.

……

His son was studying at university out of town, and his wife had been on business trips lately; the house was empty. Zhen Guangquan trembled as he opened the door, facing a pitch-black, hollow home.

Having worked overtime for over ten days consecutively, with his wife and child absent, Zhen Guangquan had been eating and living at the unit. His home hadn’t seen a flame in over half a month, let alone the water dispenser in the living room was completely empty.

Uncertain if it was his body reacting poorly to the alcohol or due to thirst, Zhen Guangquan, in a daze, shook his way to the kitchen, intending to find something to drink from the fridge.

As soon as he opened the kitchen door, he smelled a foul odor of rotten eggs. Not knowing what had happened, there was a gas leak.

Zhen Guangquan’s mind finally cleared, and he didn’t dare touch the kitchen light switch; he quickly covered his mouth and nose, then bent down and ran toward the kitchen’s living balcony, intending to open all the doors and windows for ventilation.

The young operations department staff, carrying Zhen Guangquan’s forgotten items from the trunk, exited the unit’s elevator.

Just as he was about to press the doorbell for the Chief of Staff’s home, he realized the door was not tightly shut. The operations staff chuckled, figuring their Chief of Staff was likely quite tipsy.

“Chief of Staff, I’ll just leave the things in the living room. Vice Minister Han’s flight is tomorrow morning…”

As soon as one foot crossed the threshold of Zhen Guangquan’s home, and before he could finish his sentence, the operations staff heard a deafening roar up close, like a heavy bomb exploding in the hallway.

The ear-splitting explosion caused the floor beneath them to quiver violently, with a wave of heat and shock, enveloped in flames, smoke, and debris, surged out from the corner of the living room corridor.

Minutes later, several fire trucks, accompanied by sharp whirring sirens, rushed into the military logistics compound, speeding toward a residential building.

Under the night sky, in the sporadic rain, a third floor in a certain unit of the residential building was engulfed in thick smoke, with flames raging through a hole in the wall created by an unknown explosion, affecting the corresponding rooms on the fourth floor as well.

Numerous families awakened by the explosion fled downstairs, looking up at Zhen Guangquan’s home engulfed in flame and smoke, all displaying expressions of terror.

Another ten minutes later, an ambulance pulled up downstairs, with several medical personnel standing by with stretchers, anxiously waiting.

The bad news quickly reached Commander Wang Hongjun’s ears and, via electric waves and networks, it alarmed countless people in the headquarters of the dark arrows in the capital.