dmims Chapter 110 I Want Half
Chapter 110 I Want Half
Chapter 110 I Want Half
Men, in this world, are either after money or after sex.
Song Zhaowen has both qualities, and Cai Ba likes friends like that.
"Mr. Song, I apologize again for my poor hospitality today. Please stay here and let me do my best to be your host." Cai Ba raised his whiskey in the distance.
Song Zhaowen sneered, "I've killed so many of your men, and you're just going to let it go like this?"
Cai Ba chuckled as he sipped his whiskey: "Song Sheng, in Burma, human life is worthless: as long as there are US dollars, plenty of people will risk their lives for me! Don't worry about the deaths of these few people; even if you wipe out the entire manor, so what? In my eyes, these Burmese are like cockroaches in a rice paddy, an endless stream."
Song Zhaowen retorted, "Forget it, I don't want to sleep on a pile of bombs. Let's settle the bill and I'm leaving!"
"Ha, I like Mr. Song's straightforwardness. But if it were a month ago, let alone ten million US dollars, fifty million US dollars would have been nothing to me. Now, I can't come up with that!"
"You're kidding me!"
Leopard Qiang quickly tried to smooth things over: "Brother Wen, my boss definitely didn't play a trick on you. My boss has a huge sum of money on his wife, but unfortunately, she just opened an account in Sweden a month ago and was taken into custody as soon as she got off the plane."
"Ah Bao is right! Only Ah May knows about the account, and there are a full five hundred million US dollars in it. Brother Wen, you're so skilled, help me rescue Ah May. Don't just give me ten million, I'll give you an extra fifty million, and from now on, I'll exclusively supply you with my goods, how about that?"
Song Zhaowen's fingers stopped, and the cigar room suddenly became so quiet that only the woman's suppressed gasps could be heard.
"Fifty million US dollars? Exclusive supply?"
Ah Bao chimed in urgently, "Brother Wen, your sister-in-law is being held captive by a local warlord, General Songchai. The guards are tight; we've tried several times but failed, losing over a dozen skilled men. But with your abilities—"
Song Zhaowen released the maid, who shrank into a corner as if granted a pardon. He leaned back on the sofa, took out a cigarette, lit it, and the smoke blurred his expression.
"Warlords? Do you think I'm some kind of god?" He scoffed. "You want me to storm a military camp?"
"That's why we need an expert like Mr. Song, and I also have an inside man—"
"An inside man?"
Chaiba pulled a photograph from his suit's inner pocket and pushed it towards him. The photograph showed a Burmese man in his forties with a sharp, wiry face, wearing a military uniform.
"Ha, I've been fighting with Somchai for over twenty years. This guy has always wanted to take over my plantation. We've been fighting back and forth for a long time. Last month, this guy actually sent mercenaries to kidnap Ah May while she was traveling in Thailand."
"The man you see now is Wu Tun, General Songchai's deputy; he's my mole!"
Song Zhaowen stared at the photo, not responding immediately. He took a drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke swirl in his lungs before slowly exhaling.
"An adjutant acting as an inside man—that sounds like a trap." He flicked his cigarette ash. "How can you be sure this Wu Tun wasn't sent by Song Chai to bait you?"
Cai Ba laughed, took a brown paper bag from the drawer, and threw it onto the coffee table.
Song Zhaowen opened the paper bag, inside were more than a dozen photos and several documents. The photos all showed the same young girl in different settings—at the gate of Bangkok University, reading in a cafe, shopping in a mall—the last few photos made Song Zhaowen frown: the girl was being dragged into a black van with her mouth covered from behind.
"Wu Tun's daughter, Wu Yinyin," Cai Ba said calmly. "She was 'invited' to visit us in Phnom Penh last month. She's currently staying in a very safe villa in Chiang Mai, with dedicated staff taking care of her every day."
He paused, then added, "Wu Tun only has this one daughter; his wife died young. This daughter is his lifeblood."
"If he dares to betray us, he can forget about ever seeing his daughter again!"
"What good plans do you have?"
Cai Ba sneered: "Three days later, Song Chai is going to Mandalay to attend a military meeting. He will take at least half of his guards with him, while Wu Tun—will be assigned to stay behind at the camp to be in charge of security."
Cai Ba took out another hand-drawn camp map from the drawer and spread it on the coffee table. The map was very detailed, marking the locations of sentry posts, patrol routes, and even the architectural structure of the detention area.
"This was provided by Wu Tun." Cai Ba pointed to a detached building in the center of the blueprint. "Ah May is being held here, in a temporary cell on the basement level. Wu Tun said Song Cai hasn't decided what to do with her yet, and might use her to force me to hand over a few border plantations."
Song Zhaowen carefully examined the blueprints, his finger moving along several possible entry and exit routes.
"What's the guard situation?"
"Normally there are about thirty people on duty in shifts. After Songchai leaves, it will be reduced to fifteen," Chaiba said. "Wu Tun will arrange for eight of them to temporarily rotate shifts between 2 and 4 a.m.," which is actually transferring them out of the detention area. Of the remaining seven, four will be on guard duty at the perimeter wall, and three will patrol outside the cells.
"monitor?"
"The camp has a basic surveillance system, but it's mainly concentrated at the main gate and command post. There are only two cameras in the detention area, which Wu Tun will turn off an hour before the operation under the pretext of maintenance." Cai Ba looked at Song Zhaowen: "You need to take four people in—you, A Bao, and two skilled men. Wu Tun will open the side gate of the detention area at 2:30 AM, giving you thirty minutes to find A May and return the way you came. The pick-up vehicle is waiting in the rubber forest three kilometers away."
Cai Ba stared into Song Zhaowen's eyes: "Mr. Song, you have already demonstrated sufficient combat power this afternoon, so this rescue mission is just a piece of cake for you."
Song Zhaowen stubbed out his cigarette and glanced at Cai Ba and A Bao.
"I want 50%."
Cai Ba frowned: "What?"
"After it's done, I want half of the five hundred million US dollars in the account," Song Zhaowen said calmly. "Two hundred and fifty million US dollars, plus the previous ten million in payment, for a total of two hundred and sixty million."
Ah Bao gasped. He knew Song Zhaowen was greedy, but he didn't expect him to be this greedy. He was trying to take a big bite out of Cai Ba.
The smile on Cai Ba's face vanished.
"Mr. Song, isn't your appetite a bit too big?"
"Big?" Song Zhaowen leaned forward, staring into Cai Ba's eyes. "Cai Ba, most of your men are dead or wounded. If those Burmese bastards find out you're broke, do you think they'll let you off the hook? Without me, you can't get that five hundred million US dollars back. Without money, you can't control those Burmese bastards. Your plantations will turn against you, and your goods won't be able to get out of the country. So what right do you have to bargain with me now?"