readytorunbook Chapter 608: Sweeping the Dark Storm
Chapter 608: Sweeping the Dark Storm
Zhang Chi was stunned, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly.
He envisioned countless possibilities—a showdown between top international spies, a carefully planned industrial espionage, and even a traitor within the organization...
As a result, he was told that a core engineer who carried the future of the country's precision manufacturing died because of something as dirty as street robbery?
An indescribable sense of absurdity and rage instantly rushed over his head.
"Gangsters? Robbery?" Zhang Chi's voice suddenly rose, filled with cold anger. "In the capital of Southeast Asia?"
He slammed the table and stood up suddenly:
"Damn it, is this some kind of mafia lair?"
Jin Xican could only try his best to explain:
"Dynamic social organizations like the Pao Brothers Society, the Green Gang, and the Heaven and Earth Society have a long history among the people, especially among the Chinese in Southeast Asia. They band together for warmth... and with the many immigrants from the Republic of China, including all walks of life, it's inevitable..."
As Nanyang's economy began to develop rapidly, the population in cities gathered and living standards improved, naturally some strange things began to grow in the corners.
This is inevitable.
Zhang Chi stood up and walked back and forth a few steps, still unable to calm down:
"Lawless, truly lawless. These dregs of society, the scab of the Republic of China, have actually made their way to Southeast Asia? What do they think this place is? Shiliupu in Shanghai? Chaotianmen Wharf in the mountain city?!"
He thought of the gangs in the Republic of China that were rampant, colluded with the government, and oppressed the people. They were really rubbish.
In the future, with the economic development of countries like Korea and Japan, various gangs will begin to run rampant in the cities, even those famous gangs in Hong Kong...
Unexpectedly, when Nanyang was just established and everything was in ruins, these things actually infiltrated in or revived along with the immigration wave!
"Director Jin!"
"Here." Jin Xican immediately straightened his back.
"From now on, your Central Intelligence Department will take the lead and work with the Capital Police, the Capital Security Command, and the National Military Police to establish the 'Yangon Social Security Special Rectification Command'."
Zhang Chi gave Jin Xican the power to mobilize the military, police and constitution in one breath. The power released was indeed huge.
After all, the Central Intelligence Agency is just an intelligence agency. Apart from a small number of field agents, it does not have much manpower or direct command power.
Now, the Chief of the Nanyang Capital Police Station, the Commander of the Capital Garrison, and the Commander of the National Gendarmerie all need to report to Kim Hee-chan.
Normally, this is equivalent to giving the other party an opportunity to make trouble for him, but who can blame Jin Xican for being a synthetic human provided by the system?
As synths, loyalty to Zhang Chi is always the first priority in their minds.
Given such great power, Zhang Chi naturally has many demands:
"I grant you full authority to sweep clean, sweep hard. Clean out all the gangs, underground casinos, opium dens, brothels, and all the filth and dirt in Yangon, all the major cities in Southeast Asia."
That’s right, Zhang Chi simply planned to follow the example of Da Xia in his previous life and launch a severe crackdown.
He actually knew in his heart that as long as there were people and economic activities, it would be impossible to completely clear up these things in the shadows.
But he can launch a crackdown to suppress these evils to a minimum.
"No matter who's backing them, whether they're some old hangers-on from the past or some idiots in some government office, I'll bring them all down."
"We must act swiftly and with ruthless measures. Regardless of whether they are Chinese or native, anyone who breaks the law must be arrested and sentenced. Those who are guilty of heinous crimes and have blood on their hands must be publicly tried and executed.
There is no need to put the rest in prison and waste the budget. Just send them all to Sumatra and let them open up the land!
I will use the shortest possible time to make sure that these dark clouds and miasma are no longer seen under the skies of the South Seas!"
It just so happened that the conditions on the newly conquered island of Sumatra were harsh and there were few Chinese people. Zhang Chi's move was a way of making good use of the resources.
His eyes were like two sharp swords, shooting towards Jin Xican:
"I want everyone to know that Nanyang is a place for entrepreneurship and work, a place to live and work in peace and contentment, not a lawless place where gangsters and underworld scum reign supreme.
You will personally supervise this matter, and I want to see progress reports every day."
Jin Xican felt a huge pressure, but more of excitement.
This is a powerful sword and an excellent opportunity for a large-scale purge.
"Yes, Commander-in-Chief, I promise to complete the mission and never allow any of the dregs of the old times to pollute the new order in Nanyang!"
Jin Xican saluted, turned around and left quickly.
Expand the territory externally and purify the world internally.
This road is destined to be full of iron and blood.
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The anti-gang operation started quickly. Zhang Chi dispatched the Central Intelligence Department, the Capital Police Department, the Capital Security Command, and the National Gendarmerie at once. It was like using an anti-aircraft cannon to kill a mosquito, and the operation soon produced results.
In the underground of the abandoned ice storage in the south of Yangon, inside the secret interrogation base of the Central Intelligence Agency.
It's damp and cold here.
Ah Biao, a former thug of the "Wu" generation of the Shanghai Green Gang, and now a straw sandal (a small leader in charge of liaison and errands) of the Yangon "He Shengyi" gang, is now huddled in the corner of a narrow and cold single cell, shivering.
His silk shirt had long been torn, his face was covered in bruises, and one of his eyes was swollen to a slit.
But the physical pain was far less frightening than the continuous and vague screams in his ears.
"Oh! I'll tell you everything! The money is hidden in... in..."
"Please spare my life... It was... It was the hall master who asked me to collect the protection fee..."
"It wasn't me...it was Master Li...it was Master Li who asked me to do it..."
Those sounds were sometimes shrill and sharp, sometimes unclear, and sometimes completely turned into inhuman whimpers and cries.
Ah Biao recognized a few of the voices. There was the ruthless man in the cell next door, known as the "Double Flower Red Stick," who chopped people without blinking an eye; there was the Chaozhou boss who controlled half the street's underground smoking dens and gambling dens and was usually arrogant...
But now, these once famous figures in the underworld are crying more miserably than if their own mothers had died.
The most outrageous thing was that he had just vaguely heard someone howling in tears: "It was me...it was me who opened...Shanhai Pass and let the Qing army in...I'm so sorry to my ancestors..."
This guy has been beaten so badly that he admits everything.
A Biao's scalp tingled and his crotch felt hot and wet when he heard this.
What the hell kind of place is this?
Who are these people wearing black suits and acting more ruthlessly than ghosts?
He had simply fled to Southeast Asia, and at the Yangon dock, he had become a member of the Green Gang, and gotten a job as a "straw sandal boy". He usually helped collect protection fees, look after the place, and occasionally deal in some scarce materials. How could he be caught and thrown into such a hell?