Northern Myanmar: Bloodshed in the Golden Triangle, Have I Become a General? - Chapter 24

Chapter 24: Zhao Renzhou’s Codename: General

This room.

It had been locked from the outside for several days.

Just a moment ago, she hadn’t seen any food.

She pondered whether to give it a try.

Would the door really open?

But as she glanced down at herself,

Chiyun Meng hesitated once more.

Because…

From head to toe,

The only piece of fabric on her

Was this deep red lace nightgown.

It barely reached her thighs.

How could she go out like this?

Although she knew that the villa’s servants were all female employees who had been hired,

But…

Chiyun Meng took a deep breath.

They were all women.

Looking at her wouldn’t matter.

She had had enough of this room.

It was still better than being held captive…

She pushed the door open.

Chiyun Meng saw several busy maids.

They were doing their daily cleaning and chores.

When they saw her coming out,

They quickly greeted her, and Chiyun Meng responded with a forced calmness, though her face couldn’t help but blush.

“When did Zhao Renzhou leave?” she asked.

One of the maids replied, “Mr. Zhao left at ten o’clock.”

Chiyun Meng nodded and said, “Prepare some food and bring it up.”

Then she turned and walked back into the room.

This outfit…

It was just too embarrassing.

She could hardly bear it…

That Zhao Renzhou, how could he be so…

Damn it!

On the other side, at the Gawei Town base, Zhao Renzhou was directing several welders in modifying a pickup truck. They were welding a one-centimeter-thick steel plate onto the front of the vehicle to provide frontal protection.

They didn’t leave any areas exposed, even welding plates onto the two front wheels. On the front hood, they attached two flamethrowers, connected to the rear compartment.

At the top of the driver’s seat,

They had welded two slots,

On which two MG3 light machine guns were placed.

It was unmistakably an armed weapon,

A killing tool ready to massacre once it charged into a crowd.

As the armed pickup truck took shape, Zhao Bao returned with equipment.

To prevent any unexpected events, he had sent 100 AKM rifles to Zhao Hu’s team and six MG3 light machine guns. They also received four mortars, along with plenty of ammunition and shells. Even if they were short on manpower, they wouldn’t be at a disadvantage if any armed groups from the Shan State came looking for trouble.

When Zhao Bao returned, he saw this massive weapon standing in the center of the base and couldn’t help but be astonished. Zhao Renzhou asked, “What do you think?”

Zhao Bao walked around the armed pickup truck and replied, “It’s fantastic. A mobile fortress, huh?”

Zhao Renzhou smiled and said, “It’s not bad, mainly intended to intimidate. We’ll weld three more later.”

“From now on, we’ll use these vehicles for patrolling in the town,” Zhao Renzhou said.

“When it comes to this thing, if we really have to, we can walk all over them. Our equipment on this side of the border is too outdated, so the intimidation factor is significant. It’ll scare the daylights out of anyone.”

Zhao Bao nodded and said, “Agreed.”

Zhao Renzhou patted Zhao Bao on the shoulder and said, “Come with me.”

The two of them walked to a shed in the base, where they took out two bottles of chilled beer, poured them into glasses, and handed one to Zhao Bao. Then, Zhao Renzhou downed his glass in one go, placed it down, and looked at the vast base.

“You should register a company,” Zhao Renzhou suggested. “Name it ‘Golden Triangle Security Group.’ The main focus will be security-related work. Design the logo with the initials ‘GT’ to differentiate the group from the organization. In essence, it’s like giving the organization a shell, a proper identity.”

“In the future, when discussing any collaborations, we can negotiate both legitimate and illicit ventures,” Zhao Renzhou explained. “But all operations will still be handled by our organization.

We’ll establish an employer-employee relationship. As we grow and face international or national pressure, it will be most convenient to shift the blame through this employer-employee relationship.”

Zhao Bao nodded and asked, “What about the legal representative? Should we use your real name or a pseudonym?”

Zhao Renzhou replied, “Let’s use a pseudonym for the legal representative.”

He turned and smiled, saying, “Let’s name it…”

“General.”

That’s right. There was no name prefix, just the word “General,” representing Zhao Renzhou’s ambition and his unwavering determination.

The Golden Triangle may not be a large place, but it had quite a few “Generals” like General Luo, General Naimi, General Nokang, General Khunsa, and so on.

However, in the future, these Generals with prefixes would all be swept into the trash heap by Zhao Renzhou, leaving only one… General.