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Chapter 937 Even when using someone's name to intimidate others, one must consider the circumst

Company Commander Tang knelt down on one knee and pressed down on Squad Leader Ru, who was struggling to get up. His strength was steady: "If you've been bitten by a bullet, then stay put." He quickly checked the wound. The bandage was bandaged fairly professionally, but Squad Leader Ru had lost a lot of blood and was obviously weak.

Company Commander Tang gave him a light pat on his uninjured shoulder, his tone unreadable: "You little rascal, you've lost your skills since coming off the battlefield? We'll settle this score for this mishap when we get back. If it weren't for the fact that you're still doing your job with the minefield, and you're laying it with a semblance of my skills, I really wouldn't bother with you."

He said this, but his hands moved with remarkable speed and professionalism in the examination. "What's the situation?" he asked, looking up and piercingly at the young Johnson & Johnson man beside him.

"Company commander, Squad Leader Ru needs stitches and anti-inflammatory treatment. I've managed to get a small motorboat, which is hidden in the waterway of the mangroves below and is well disguised."

He pointed to a dense mangrove forest outside the pier. "Let's drive forward, about two hours by water. There's a small island called Kalawan ahead. The island is covered in dense forest, and in the middle there's a high ground with... a safe house that the CIA used to set up. It's abandoned, but the structure is sturdy, and there might still be basic medical supplies inside. Once we get there, we can treat our wounds temporarily and wait out the storm!"

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but glance at the pale-faced squad leader, Ru. His voice lowered, filled with deep self-reproach: "It's all my fault... I'm the one who held us back, which is why the squad leader had to cover for me..."

The story begins about ten days ago. Squad Leader Ru was ordered to enter this area to carry out Uncle Jin's massive foreign trade mission and "check out" the rubber supply.

Uncle Jin repeatedly emphasized in his intelligence report that the recovery of international shipping and industry will continue to drive up the demand for rubber. If families can take this opportunity to stock up, it will be of great benefit in the future, whether for personal use or for turnover.

Heeding advice and having enough to eat, the relevant departments naturally followed suit and dispatched a group of experienced and highly skilled veterans, including Squad Leader Ru, to carry out this procurement task, which was of both economic and strategic significance.

Hmph! There are no more mice running around in the Ministry of Finance's warehouses now; making money work for you is the only true principle!

Logically speaking, given Squad Leader Ru's abilities and the funds he brought, completing the task in accordance with market conditions, especially when rubber prices are currently stable, should not be difficult.

But once a person has something on their mind, their steps will inevitably take a different turn.

This private matter had been buried in Squad Leader Ru's heart for many years.

Back then, on the snowy battlefield in the north, he formed a life-or-death bond with a truck driver who was delivering supplies to the front lines in a GAZ truck amidst heavy artillery fire.

The young man was an overseas Chinese. He didn't talk much, but his eyes were bright. He always said that after the war, he would go back to his hometown in Southeast Asia and let his family see his "most glorious home."

The two exchanged addresses of their hometowns in the tunnel and promised to meet again in the future.

Unfortunately, this promise can never be fulfilled.

A shell landed, and the truck loaded with ammunition and its valiant driver returned to Valhalla, leaving Sergeant Ru with only a smoke-blackened address and a heavy memory.

The address listed is near Surabaya on Java Island.

Therefore, once the general direction of the procurement task was determined, it was almost "natural" for Squad Leader Ru to slightly adjust his investigation route to the area where his comrades' hometowns were located.

He told himself that he would just go and take a look, kowtow to the old man on behalf of his fallen brother, and see if the child was alright.

And so, he found the somewhat dilapidated rubber plantation and met the only remaining grandfather and grandson there. When Grandpa Chen tremblingly took out the treasured photo of his son wearing the uniform of a volunteer army truck driver, Sergeant Ru felt his throat tighten, and all the prepared words stuck in his chest.

The young and resolute face in the photo instantly overlapped with the brother sitting in the passenger seat, smiling as he shared a piece of chocolate with him.

The old man's withered fingers caressed the photograph, and the rustling of rubber tree leaves in the garden seemed to be a footnote to that silent sacrifice.

Today, this garden, steeped in the blood of loyal souls and bearing witness to a story of returning from overseas to serve one's country, is about to be forcibly seized by local tyrants.

Should we endure it?

Are you even human?

Sergeant Ru silently drove away the locals who had come to provoke them the first time. He thought he could temporarily intimidate them, but he underestimated the power of greed. Two days later, the other side gathered more than twenty people, armed with several old rifles and machetes, and menacingly surrounded the rubber plantation.

The first thing the young Johnson employees did wasn't to establish a defensive position, but to rush towards the old crank telephone in the rubber plantation's main house.

He still clung to the "standard procedure" he had been repeatedly instilled with during his training in Virginia: in the event of armed conflict, the local law enforcement should be notified first, the situation should be brought under control through official channels, and then responsibility should be determined...

Yes, they learned this from the CIA. They haven't evolved to the point where they can empty magazines like they have in later generations.

It's the norm for them to shout through a megaphone that they're surrounded.

The call went through, but unfortunately, the young Johnson & Johnson employee's involuntary use of English caused trouble.

Before he could finish speaking, the voice on the other end of the line became impatient: "A rubber plantation? The owner is Chinese?"

"Yes, but here..."

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The busy signal abruptly interrupted him. Johnson paused, thinking it was a problem with the line, and struggled to get it working again.

This time he changed tactics, attempting to reveal his hand: "Listen, this involves the property security interests of American citizens, and on behalf of the CIA, I request to speak with your superiors..."

This time, the other party didn't even bother with a perfunctory response and hung up the phone directly.

Johnson held the microphone, momentarily stunned. He hadn't expected that the "CIA" name, which might have been somewhat convincing in other parts of Southeast Asia, would completely fail here.

Nonsense, don't you even know where you are?

Even if you're just borrowing someone else's power, you still need to understand the situation!

Johnson's young man, who didn't pay much attention to international affairs, was unaware that since the Bandung Conference in 1955, President Sukarno of the archipelago nation had pursued an "independent and autonomous" foreign policy, promoted the "Nasakon" system domestically, and united with left-wing forces such as the Communist Party of Indonesia.

As the international Cold War intensified, especially with tensions surrounding issues such as Western Irian and relations with the Netherlands, the Sukarno regime clearly shifted to the left and increasingly moved closer to the socialist camp.

Now, the overall political climate here is filled with vigilance and confrontation towards the West, especially towards the United States.

Against this backdrop, a guy claiming to be from the CIA called the police for help on behalf of a Chinese-owned rubber plantation? In the eyes of the local police, this was not a "foreign-related incident" that needed attention, but rather a troublesome hot potato that could be difficult to explain if even the slightest thing got involved.

It's better to avoid trouble, especially when it involves Chinese people. At that time, some departments and grassroots organizations in the archipelago nation already had a tendency to condone or even tacitly approve of such incidents.

The illusion that local forces would uphold justice burst like a soap bubble.

Just as the young Johnson was feeling frustrated, the local monkeys outside took the initiative and struck first.

At the critical moment, Sergeant Ru shoved him aside, but a piece of flesh was bitten off his left thigh by a hot bullet, and blood spurted out.

But this is what distinguishes the "King of Land Warfare" who has been on the battlefield and emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood from ordinary people.

"You have already chosen your path to death!"

The excruciating pain only fueled the ferocity and composure inherent in Sergeant Ru. He rolled into the woodpile shelter created by the felling, allowing Johnson to draw and suppress him with short bursts of fire, while he used his instantaneous assessment of the terrain to begin a precise and efficient "hunt."

With each shot fired, a person on the other side would scream and fall to the ground. Sergeant Ru would specifically target the arms or thighs of the gunmen, both to eliminate the threat and to create greater panic with the cries of the wounded.

In less than ten minutes, the offensive momentum was completely crushed by him alone with a single shot, and he retreated into the dense forest in a sorry state, leaving behind several wounded soldiers.

The enemy has retreated, but the crisis is far from over. They will surely return with more people and more guns.

After hastily bandaging his wounds, Sergeant Ru, with Johnson's help, took out his trump card and used his skills on the only muddy path leading out of the rubber plantation and in several key clearings in the woods.

Minefield!