Chapter 132: The Support

Mo Fei reached out and gripped the handle of the gun, his finger naturally resting behind the trigger.

"You’ve always refused to give me a lethal weapon like this before. Why now?"

Long Er, still rummaging for gear in the room, didn't look up as he replied, "The situation has changed."

"I used the satellite phone to check with some contacts. Fighting has already broken out on the border between Yunnan and Myanmar; artillery shells have even crossed the line." He pulled out a few hand grenades and attached them to his clothing. "There’s likely going to be a brutal battle between the Allied Forces and the local militias."

Mo Fei didn't seem particularly surprised by this news. "No wonder Bai Yingxiong wanted to get into the arms trade."

That guy must have calculated this day would come a long time ago.

"His desire to deal in arms has little to do with this; it was just a lucky guess," Long Si added, as she began arming herself as well.

"Rome wasn't built in a day, and wars don't just happen out of nowhere," Long Si said, tossing a grenade to Mo Fei. "If you happen to get captured, just take them down with you. I’ll avenge you."

Mo Fei looked at the round grenade in his left hand and the still-warm pistol in his right, swallowing hard. "Tell me you’re not joking, right?"

Long Si holstered pistols on both sides of her hips and chambered a round with a sharp click. "What do you think?"

A wide, beaming smile instantly bloomed on Mo Fei’s face. "Wow!"

Thrilling. Absolutely thrilling!

This was a live-action, real-world shooter game—one life per person, and you die if you get hit.

This was something he would never encounter back home. Even a session at a professional CS shooting range cost hundreds of dollars; he never expected to be playing for real on his first trip abroad.

Real, intense, and no respawns.

"I have one small question, though." Mo Fei tucked the grenade away and raised a hand. "If I’m not mistaken, the 'Allied Forces' you mentioned are the official Myanmar military, and the 'militias' are the armed forces of the Five Families."

"If war breaks out between them, will their gray-market operations—like the telecommunications fraud and gambling dens—shut down?"

Long Si raised an eyebrow. "With things as they are, that’s what you’re worried about?"

Mo Fei looked solemn and righteous. "I care about the people and the welfare of the nation."

Long Si didn't believe a word of it. "Be honest."

"I have a friend who got caught up in it. I just wanted to ask if he’s going to be alright."

"If he's just a low-level lackey, given the current policies and the situation between the two countries, he’ll probably just be deported back to his home country," Long Er replied while finishing his gear check and restoring the room to its original state.

Mo Fei thought for a moment. Officer Xu couldn't have been there long; he shouldn't have climbed to a management position.

Low-level personnel aren't valued. They have no inside information, and killing them would only anger the "China Daddy." They were like chicken ribs—tasteless to eat but a waste to discard.

Sending them back really was the best option.

"Though, it's also possible they’ll repatriate a batch and eliminate a batch," Long Er added.

Mo Fei lowered his eyes, pondering for a moment. "You mean they’d still dare to kill them?"

"When have they ever been afraid to kill?" Long Si found the question amusing. "Ever heard of the hospital ships in international waters off Myanmar? They’re notorious—truly ghost ships."

"I have a bold idea—" Mo Fei held up a finger.

"Please don't," Long Si cut him off immediately. "Our mission right now is to get you back in one piece, limbs and all. Don't go looking for trouble."

They were already on the way home and could still be hit by a stray artillery shell; Long Si finally understood what Long Er meant when he said they couldn't guarantee his safety.

It was a miracle this guy had lived in China all this time. If he were in the "Free America" where shooting happened every day, he would be a walking bullet magnet.

Even in his current sorry state, he still dared to have ideas. Given his previous questions, Long Si could guess exactly what he was thinking.

If they had three thousand elite troops and someone to foot the bill, she might consider it.

But the reality was that there were only three of them, and simply making it through the war zone and back into the country safely was a challenge in itself.

And he wanted to mess with a hospital ship in international waters?

Did he really think he was the world's policeman?

Although Long Er didn't say a word, his expression and posture clearly supported Long Si's opinion.

Mo Fei had been shut down before he could even voice his plan. He pondered for a moment and said, "I feel like we’re getting more in sync, teammates."

"How are we in sync?" Long Si frowned.

"I didn't even say what I was going to do, and you already understood. If that’s not being in sync, what is?" Mo Fei winked at her.

Long Si: ...

She reflected on why her thoughts were on the same frequency as this madman and finally concluded—it was definitely because Mo Fei was toxic, and it had nothing to do with her!

Mo Fei struggled to move, gasping for air.

Although the "Lingering Ghost" ability had saved his life, it did nothing to mitigate the pain.

Internal injuries were more torturous than external wounds, and he had a low pain tolerance. At this rate, let alone fighting back, even moving was a problem.

"And you want to save the world in your condition?" Long Si sighed and stepped forward to pull him up.

Mo Fei gasped and coughed again. "Be gentle, *cough, cough*..."

Long Er placed him in a chair nearby. Mo Fei covered his mouth and coughed for a while, only catching his breath after spitting out a clot of blood.

"I don't even know if I'm here to observe a crime lord or to play the part of a wounded patient," Mo Fei leaned weakly against the chair, unable to resist complaining.

Long Si turned to Long Er. "Are those two things mutually exclusive?"

Long Er shook his head. "Not at all."

"You can observe the crime lord while experiencing life as a patient," Long Si teased with a smile. "We’ll make sure you don't die."

Wouldn't that be a fate worse than death?

Mo Fei turned his chair around, presenting her with the back of his head.

This guy was insane sometimes, and other times he was just like a child.

Long Si shook her head and began loading bullets into her spare pistol magazines.

The pistols she and Long Er used were specially tuned competition models. The magazines held twenty-two rounds, the triggers were light, and the rate of fire was fast, though it caused significant wear on the barrels.

For them, pistols were disposable, so that drawback didn't really matter.

The sound of loading bullets was faint, but when footsteps approached the house, all three of them heard it.

Long Er stood up with his pistol and signaled to Long Si.

Long Si understood and stepped in front of Mo Fei.

The footsteps grew closer, and they could even clearly hear a string of profanities in Burmese.

Long Er crept to the window and took a peek through the gap.

Outside was a squad of militiamen in mismatched uniforms, each carrying a gun with a red cloth strip tied around their arm. They were kicking in doors house by house, searching for someone.

The safe house looked like a long-closed shop, surrounded by other small stores. Logically, they should only be searching the residential areas; why were they here?

Long Er watched the militiamen's movements, his palm flat against his abdomen, then raised it.

This gesture told the others to be on guard—the people outside were definitely not here for a friendly visit.