Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 2417: Chapter 2257: Breakdown

In the following period of time.

On the swamp.

“Bang!”

“Whoosh!”

“Bang!”

“…”

The sounds were unending, the sky kept lighting up, but after almost an hour, they hadn’t seen any border patrol from Myanmar.

At this moment.

They felt shattered.

Exhausted.

Anxious.

Wasn’t it said that Myanmar’s personnel responded swiftly? Despite making such a commotion, there was no sign of anyone paying attention to them.

The bitterness was palpable.

They had come excitedly, only to find no one showing up, while they themselves were utterly defeated, perhaps setting a precedent for the most tragic bandits.

Fortunately.

It was midsummer, the temperature was tolerable, so they wouldn’t freeze. The person in the middle was exhausted, and the pressure from those around him was piling on him.

Moreover.

The muddy water reached over their shoulders, making breathing quite difficult.

…

Suddenly.

“Hey!”

“I have a stone here too!”

Nearby.

A tall guy exclaimed, and the people around him paused, a few of the taller ones, considering they might get caught, struggled a bit and exclaimed too.

“So do I.”

“I have one too.”

“…”

Finally.

They confirmed that the swamp around them was only about 1.7 meters deep, so the taller ones didn’t need to worry about sinking in, and they were instantly excited.

“Haha, that’s great, we can move.” The man said excitedly.

Just a moment ago.

They thought there was just one bump.

Now.

If the depth was confirmed, they could completely move leisurely back along the route, and it wasn’t far; previously impassable, there was now hope.

So.

The group began stepping on stones across the swamp.

Fortunately.

To the edge.

The depth hadn’t changed much; they quickly climbed up the firmer edge of the mud, though crossing the swamp had consumed a lot of energy.

They were all exhausted.

“Huff!”

“Huff!”

“…”

Breathing heavily, they found each breath just now very uncomfortable, the pressure of the swamp mud was much greater than water, making it difficult to breathe.

Now.

They felt a tinge of happiness.

“Do we keep going?”

Evidently.

The backup route was abandoned.

“Retreat,” the man said.

This time.

No matter what, the operation couldn’t proceed, with the injured and exhausted, everyone was shaken to their core, how could they carry out the mission?

No way!

Just right.

Communication was also down, better to retreat first, getting the injured back safely was a blessing, and the mission could wait for next time.

They were relieved.

The group was delighted, especially the injured, having been soaked in the swamp for so long, they feared their wounds might get infected if not treated soon.

Could leave a lasting issue.

…

So.

Packed up.

Returning.

If they could toss the equipment, they would, as they weren’t particularly expensive, previously hoping for the border patrol, now hoping they wouldn’t come.

Walking along.

Praying.

Alas.

In a doomed mission, such prayers were evidently futile, they hadn’t walked a kilometer back when they saw lights in the distance.

“Wangwang!”

And a dog’s bark.

At this.

Everyone panicked.

“What now?”

Their retreat was blocked, as for escaping into the jungle? No, absolutely not, any route explored before had almost cost them dearly, unknown jungle.

Wasn’t there enough thrill already?

Looking left.

Looking right.

The Western man struggled internally.

With dogs.

The difficulty of their escape increased exponentially, regretting that they had to make such a ruckus just now.

Now it’s trouble.

At this point.

“Da da!”

The skies echoed with the sound of helicopters they had prayed to God for countless times before, they realized more than one was coming.

Then.

Just as they were torn.

“Boom! Boom!”

“Bang! Bang!”

The surrounding trees were shattered by the burst from above, with dirt exploding, Myanmar’s airborne weapons had quite the caliber.

A single shot.

Like a cannon.

At this moment.

They were confounded.

What?

Why did they shoot without a word? Isn’t there usually a call to surrender? What was this rhythm? Starting to attack right away, with no time to think, they scrambled for cover.

Counterattack?

Hell no!

Who dares?

Once they counterattack, the opposition would definitely increase their firepower coverage, internally a bit shaken, a slight graze could mean death.

Finally.

In a minute, they felt the true edge of life and death. When the aerial bombardment stopped, their confidence crumbled too.

Surrender.

The moment someone shouted it, they surrendered immediately, no one wanted to take a hit. And they were fortunate to find that no one was hit, everyone was intact.

“What happened? Blind attack?”

“Doesn’t seem so.”

“Yes, they definitely knew we were here, otherwise they wouldn’t have only targeted around us; they surely have more advanced infrared night vision equipment.”

“It’s a warning.”

“…”

During the discussion.

A voice came from ahead, “Lay down your weapons, come out and surrender, or the next attack will directly cover you, giving you thirty seconds.”

“Twenty-nine.”

“Twenty-eight.”

“…”

“Twenty.”

“…”

In the jungle, hearing the countdown in English, they were speechless, only given thirty seconds, barely enough time for a word, everyone looked at the man.

“What are you looking at me for? Surrender.”

Finished.

He was the first to lay down his weapons.

Hands on his head.

Walking forward out of the jungle, the situation was overwhelming, they didn’t even have any chips to negotiate, further delay would still result in surrender.

Just then.

That burst, turning the surrounding vegetation into a battlefield, he was just a member of an international theft organization, playing with technology not force.

That moment.

Scared him.

This moment.

Seeing.

Everyone surrendered with peace of mind, though being captured had serious consequences, compared to being shot to pieces and dying here, with no one’s responsibility, that was worse.

By then.

The best would be deportation.

They could easily escape from the United States prison, using fake identities, and considering most of the prisons in the United States are privately operated.

With some maneuvering.

Get out.

Even simpler.

…

On the other side.

Xin’an New District.

Villa.

After watching the show, Tang Qing was quite satisfied. The screen before him switched to an animation, he never intended to do much to them, otherwise.

It would have been ten times more exciting.

When it comes to playing.

The fighters are quite adept too.

Originally.

They could have been let in, to play around while they took action, but Tang Qing found it unnecessary, a bunch of thieves, letting them play at the border was enough.

Could he allow them into the city for a big game?

No way!

They were really overestimating them.

As for how to handle these people, naturally, they would be deported back to their countries, given their level, they didn’t even meet the standard for secret custody.

To put it bluntly.

They were just a band of thieves, without the qualification to waste a bed in the prison within the space.