Chapter Fifty-One

  There is no suspense in the raid.

  No surprise at all.

  A group of military men who have practiced to the point of perfection, pinched a group of second-rate drug dealers, and it was intentional, almost like a twenty-year-old young man slapping an eight-year-old child. It's certain that they will be beaten to death, it's just a matter of how many times you want to hit them until they pass out.

  I can't think of any other way to describe how swift, effective and precise our attack is. I think that's just normal, we're practicing this after all?

  I'd like to talk about those kids I saw.

  As we infiltrated that shabby village, if it weren't for the intel from our agency always being accurate, I would have doubted that such a rundown place was actually a notorious Southeast Asian drug processing plant.

  The dogs had long stopped barking. We have a special device to deal with dogs. I said that the research and development unit of the Chinese military is not vegetarian, and the thing they came up with is small in size, light in weight, and can be thrown far away. With just one throw, all the dogs in the village came over for a big meal, and then fell down one by one. I've always regretted not getting some of that stuff back when I retired... now it's winter, I should get some winter tonic or something...

  We followed the village's outer ditch and slowly infiltrated into the unassuming house in the center of the village. The house was actually a drug processing plant, with most facilities underground and relatively strong defenses. We waited until 3 am when everyone would take action together.

  I hid under a big pile of leaves, watching the house. I knew that after three o'clock, the house would no longer exist and would definitely turn into a ball of flames, perhaps with some black smoke.

  I saw those kids then.

  Those kids were all wearing Chinese discarded work uniforms, obviously second-hand goods, and none of them wore shoes, with each carrying a bamboo basket on their back.

  Those kids lined up and took out the opium balls wrapped in leaves from the bamboo basket, placed them on the scale in front of the house to weigh, then received a few more bundles of things wrapped in leaves from another guy holding an AK and walked away with excitement.

  I was puzzled and asked Brother Kuangming, "What's going on here? This drug trafficking group actually knows that the drug trade should start from a young age, starting with children as young as this one who is already involved in transporting drugs?"

  Kuang Ming Ge said that being bald is also an unavoidable thing, those kids are really innocent!

  This broken place can only grow opium poppies, and other crops cannot be grown. This drug trafficking group took advantage of this situation to force the surrounding mountain people to plant opium in exchange for food. Some mountain people planted opium for a whole year, but the food they got was not enough to fill their stomachs, so they had to take risks and transport the opium to nearby towns alone, hoping to get a few more kilograms of grain.

  It's like this, those drug traffickers didn't even respond and specially arranged for people to ambush the mountain villagers who were running solo. They also forced those mountain villagers to take drugs themselves in order to control them. Baldy, you see that all the ones transporting opium are kids, right? That's because the adults have all become addicted and can't even walk two kilometers of mountain road!

  I was taken aback at the time!

  These children have been involved in planting, manufacturing and trafficking drugs since they were aware of things. They had no chance to receive education or see the world. All they knew was to plant opium poppies, harvest opium, and exchange raw opium for food. And from a young age, they watched their family members smoke opium. They wouldn't think it's wrong. Sooner or later, they would also get addicted to drugs. Then they would find wives, have children, and those children would continue this painful cycle.

  We can shut down this drug processing plant, we can kill all those poisonous traffickers, and we can even burn all the opium fields, but we are powerless to save those children!

  Perhaps, among these children, the next AK-wielding drug trafficker will emerge. Perhaps next time we carry out Operation Golden Star, we'll have no choice but to open fire on these children, who are still so young.

  I don't want it like this!

  I am a soldier. I excel at various combat skills. I was trained by my country to be a war beast, and I should be an accurate killing machine. But I'm not a butcher.

  I couldn't shoot at kids I absolutely can't even if those kids were holding AKs and firing at me but I really have no way to shoot at kids!

  These days are killing drug traffickers!

  You've made a fortune, you're rich, your bellies are full and fat, each of you has three wives and four concubines, but you're living off the blood and flesh of others, lying on top of people's lives in comfort!

  If I don't kill you, who should I kill?

  I know I can't kill all the bad people in the world, but killing one is one less.

  I remember that in Buddhism, there is also the story of Veda subduing demons and a side branch about killing lives to save the world. That's what they mean by killing evil people is saving good people, let alone I'm a military officer wearing a horse armor?

  At 3:01, I almost flew out of my hiding place and shot down two armed drug dealers with a gun. Then a group of brothers silently rushed in and killed them without making a sound.

  The armed guards of the drug dealers were not slow to react, and as we rushed to the entrance of the drug processing plant, there was already a commotion inside with AKs firing wildly, although they didn't have good aim, it could still hinder our attack.

  "Our goal is to make those drug dealers not dare to come out, anyway the guards outside have already been cleaned up by us. Our goal is to send this drug processing plant to heaven, we just need two minutes to install explosives."

  Still have to thank our military department brothers, our plastic explosives are really nothing to say, just over ten kilograms of explosives. When we alternated cover and retreated to the outside of the explosion range, that explosion immediately shook me up from the ground.

  I don't even need to turn around, I know that poisonous goods processing plant should be able to raise fish now!

  As we set off, the other brothers also started to take action. I saw that the surrounding mountains were filled with bursts of fireworks, and the sound and light effects were absolutely stunning, making people feel shocked and thrilled.

  It's all set!

  Looks like everyone has succeeded, it's time to think about going home.

  Our brothers in the pre-prepared withdrawal channel began to retreat one after another, and as a cover for the rear, we held our guns with sufficient ammunition and slowly retreated.

  The old saying has been proven right again - a strong dragon cannot suppress a snake in its own territory!

  Those drug traffickers are extremely familiar with the surrounding terrain, and after occupying this land for so many years, they have even managed to connect two adjacent underground caves, forming a rapid transit tunnel through the mountainous terrain.

  And all of this, we didn't know.

  When our rear began to have voices and chaotic footsteps, Brother Kuangming waved his hand, and Yang Ke and I took off the tactical backpacks on our bodies and started digging directional mines.

  The kind of face-to-face death struggle I've been longing for has finally arrived!