95: Chapter 95 Thunderclap in the Noodle Shop

Inside, besides crates of US dollars and gold bars, there were large quantities of uncut jadeite and some antiques.

Everything was quickly cleared out.

"Please... let me go... I've given you all the money..." Wu Suowen was streaming with tears and snot.

The person holding him let go and glanced at his companion.

The latter stepped forward, aiming a silenced pistol at the back of Wu Suowen's head.

"Pfft."

The other militants in the manor who put up a desperate fight were quickly eliminated, like harvested wheat, under the tacit crossfire and precise tactical coordination of the Heavy Hammer team.

The entire operation lasted less than forty-five minutes.

The manor returned to silence, leaving only the lingering smell of blood and the gradually dispersing smoke of gunpowder.

All the bodies were gathered, doused with gasoline, and set on fire.

The fire engulfed the main building and most of the evidence.

Meanwhile, in the Myawaddy region of eastern Myanmar, near the Thai border, a walled compound bearing the sign "Golden Phoenix Technology Industrial Park" was brightly lit and noisy at this moment.

But it wasn't production; it was work.

This was one of the largest telecom fraud parks in the region, holding over two thousand "piglets" who had been swindled or kidnapped from various places, making fraud calls, promoting online gambling, and conducting investment scams day and night.

The park's boss was a middle-aged man nicknamed "Uncle Wealth," stout and broad-minded, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looking like an amiable businessman.

He sat in front of the monitor wall in his luxurious office, watching employees burying their heads in making calls and typing in various studios, and took a sip of tea with satisfaction.

There were over two hundred thugs guarding the inside and outside of the park, equipped with machetes, electric batons, and a small number of firearms.

With high walls, electric fences, and dense surveillance, he believed the place was impregnable.

At three o'clock in the morning, it was the time when people were most sleepy.

On the watchtowers at the four corners of the park, the guards were yawning.

Suddenly, all the lights in the park, including the monitor screens, flickered simultaneously and then went out completely!

The emergency lights didn't even stay on for two seconds before they also went out.

The entire park instantly plunged into darkness and chaos.

"What's going on? Is the power out?"

"Start the generator quickly!"

"Something's wrong! Grab your weapons!"

The shouts of the guards rang out in the darkness.

But faster than their reaction were the tear gas canisters and stun grenades thrown in from outside the walls!

"Bang! Bang! Hiss!"

Blindingly strong light and deafening noise erupted simultaneously at several key locations in the park!

The guards and thugs immediately covered their eyes and ears, screaming repeatedly, and lost their sense of direction.

Almost at the same time as the explosions, the thick iron gates on all four sides of the park were blown open by directional charges!

Dozens of black shadows, like a black tide, poured in from the blown-open gaps.

Wearing gas masks and night-vision goggles, they moved in groups of three, acting swiftly.

Those holding weapons were shot dead on sight; the panicked "piglets" running around were ordered to squat down with simple commands.

With clear objectives, they headed straight for the administrative office area in the center of the park and the boss's independent building.

Uncle Wealth sensed something was wrong the moment the power went out. Just as he was about to grab a gun from the drawer, the office door was kicked open.

Several black shadows rushed in and instantly subdued his bodyguards.

A cold gun barrel pressed against his temple.

"Computer passwords, server permissions, all accounts, fund pools, customer lists, superiors, protectors, speak."

"I'll talk! I'll tell you everything! Don't kill me!" Uncle Wealth was so scared that he collapsed to the floor and wet his pants.

Under the influence of truth serum and death threats, he surrendered everything without reservation: hundreds of accounts distributed across various countries used for money laundering and transferring illicit funds, the backend permissions and customer data of the park's servers, and transaction records with local police chiefs and border garrison officers...

The Heavy Hammer technicians operated quickly, copying the massive amount of fraud data on the servers while simultaneously transferring the funds from those accounts to multiple preset, untraceable terminals at the fastest possible speed.

The mountains of cash, gold bars, and luxury watches in the park's vault were quickly bagged and hauled away.

The rescued "piglets," still in shock, were led out of the park in batches under the concise instructions of the Hammer Team Members, gathered in an open area, and told to wait for local police or international organizations to take over.

Uncle Wealth and his core thugs were gathered in front of the office where they once lorded over others.

The Hammer Team Members brought over the gasoline used by the park itself.

"No! You can't... You promised not to kill me..." Uncle Wealth screamed in despair.

The answer to him was the splashed gasoline and the ignited flames.

The flames rose, swallowing all the sins, and illuminated the faces of the surrounding "piglets," in which hope and fear were gradually emerging from their numbness.

This night, the destruction of White Eagle Manor and the Golden Phoenix Park was just the beginning.

In the next seventy-two hours, a cleanup operation, with the original fifty Hammer Team Members as the core backbone and the newly added two hundred and fifty as the assault force, broke out simultaneously at multiple points across Myanmar.

Another large village in Northern Shan State, famous for drug processing, was stormed and breached at dawn. The drug trafficking militants who put up a desperate fight were completely wiped out, the finished and semi-finished drugs and equipment in the warehouse were burned to the ground, the leader and accountant were executed, and the funds were transferred.

In Sittwe Port in the west, a family-style criminal syndicate controlling smuggling and illegal immigration routes to the Bay of Bengal had its leader dragged from his bed at his mistress's home by infiltrating Hammer Team Members, interrogated, and then sunk to the bottom of the sea, with the family's secret vault emptied.

Near Mandalay in the center, a gang focused on online gambling and usury, with close ties to the local military, had its leader eliminated at close range by a "Heavy Hammer" member disguised as a waiter while attending a luxurious wedding. Subsequently, their lair was raided, and the ledgers and financial networks were wiped out in one fell swoop.

In Kachin State, an armed force using jade mines as a cover, but actually engaging in large-scale arms smuggling and human trafficking, had its camp located deep in the mountains raided at night. After an intense firefight, the camp was destroyed, the leader was sniped, and the stockpiled weapons and illegal proceeds were seized or destroyed.

The operations were efficient, cold, and thorough. Almost none of the leaders and core members of all targets were spared; all available cash, precious metals, and cryptocurrencies were swept away, and large quantities of drugs, drug-making equipment, and fraud servers were physically destroyed.

Most of the scenes were staged to look like gang shootouts, vendettas, or accidental fires.

In just a few days, more than fifteen major drug syndicates and fraud parks within Myanmar suffered devastating blows, with direct economic losses incalculable and casualties exceeding one thousand.

The news could not be contained at all. Through various channels, it exploded like a thunderclap across Myanmar and quickly spread to surrounding countries and even the world.

The reactions of various forces in Myanmar:

The Naypyidaw government was initially shocked and incredulous.

The military government spokesperson publicly claimed it was "infighting among criminal syndicates" and "accidental incidents," but privately, the high-level officials were in chaos.

They realized that this was an unfamiliar and extremely powerful external force conducting precise strikes, but they had no idea who the other party was or what their purpose was.

Was it a secret operation by a major power? Was it a cross-border strike by a neighboring country? Or was it emerging transnational law enforcement cooperation?

While ordering the military and police to enter a state of high alert and strengthening control over borders and key areas, they urgently probed for information from several "suspects" through secret channels, while strictly sealing off the news to avoid triggering greater panic or shaking their rule.

Many local ethnic armed groups were themselves inextricably linked to the drug economy and border trade, or at least tacitly allowed their existence to obtain funds.

This cleanup operation severely hit their source of protection fees and profit-sharing, and even directly eliminated some of their partners or white gloves.

The leaders of the various armed groups were both shocked and angry. They urgently held internal meetings; on one hand, they contracted their forces and strengthened their own defenses, fearing they would become the next target; on the other hand, they networked with each other, trying to figure out who was behind the actions and assessing whether they could jointly counterattack or bargain.

The atmosphere was highly tense, full of suspicion and paranoia.

Other small and medium-sized criminal gangs felt a sense of "the fox mourning the death of the hare" and were extremely panicked.

The surviving drug lords and fraud bosses, big and small, fled their lairs one after another, hiding in more secret locations, or attempting to transfer assets and personnel to neighboring countries.

Transactions stalled, and the market was in a depression.

Many suspected there was a traitor within, or that some super-force intending to monopolize the market was purging others, leading to a breakdown of trust among gangs, mutual suspicion, and even the outbreak of a few small-scale infighting incidents.

While the ordinary people and the bottom-tier "piglets" were in terror, many of them secretly applauded.

Especially those rescued fraud victims and their families, as well as border villagers long oppressed by drugs and criminal gangs, regarded this mysterious force as divine retribution or chivalrous heroes.

Although they dared not celebrate publicly, the relevant news and rumors spread rapidly among the people, becoming more and more legendary as they were passed on.

International reactions varied.

The Chinese official attitude was cautious, stating it was "concerned about the situation in northern Myanmar" and calling for "maintaining peace and stability in the border areas," but did not comment further.

In the private sector and online, there was universal praise. Especially the strikes against fraud parks were seen by many netizens as "deeply gratifying." They speculated whether a "mysterious force" had acted, and some even hinted it was related to China, but lacked evidence.

Thailand and Laos were highly tense, urgently strengthening border controls, fearing that the flames of war or criminal forces would scatter and pour into their countries.

At the same time, they were secretly relieved, as they had long been plagued by Myanmar's drug and fraud problems.

Privately, they might be happy to see it happen, but publicly they called for restraint and were willing to provide humanitarian assistance.

Western countries like Australia, New Zealand, and the US: The official stance was to express concern about the "instability in Myanmar," calling on all parties to exercise restraint and respect human rights, and so on.

But intelligence agencies were undoubtedly active, trying to clarify the truth.

This matter was very close in the timeline to the recent reports on fraud gangs within China, which inevitably led to associations, but there was a lack of direct evidence.

The media began to report the two events side-by-side, sparking more speculation.

Deep Blue Nation, Command Headquarters.

President Chen Ran looked at the phased battle report and the preliminary summary of funds sent back by Captain Sledgehammer, with no expression on his face.

The results were brilliant. It is estimated that the funds ultimately recovered from this operation could exceed five billion US dollars, and they were all hard currencies like cash, precious metals, and cryptocurrencies, which were faster than auctioning off assets.

The blow to the criminal network in Myanmar also far exceeded expectations.