31: Chapter 31 Points Frenzy and Doomsday Reckoning: I Want This Sky to No Longer Obscure My Vision

Inside the command center of Dawn Base, Zhang Cheng was enjoying a "get-rich-quick" carnival that belonged to him alone.

"System, open the panel!"

With a single thought, the familiar light-blue screen instantly expanded, its numbers jumping and emitting an enticing glow.

[Current Points: 21,300 points!]

(Original 2,100 + Campaign Reward 15,000 + Continuous Justice Reward 3,200 + Daily Allowance 1,000)

Over twenty thousand points!

Zhang Cheng felt his breathing quicken slightly. This was like someone who had been poor their whole life suddenly winning the lottery jackpot. Before, he had to calculate every cent just to exchange for a few Death Soldiers, but now? He was going to splurge!

"Strength is the hard truth. Having money isn't enough; I have to turn that money into blades!" Zhang Cheng didn't hesitate for a second, the flames of ambition flickering in his eyes.

"System, exchange for 200 Intermediate Death Soldiers! Consume 20,000 points!"

"Requirement: Set them all as former special forces members and senior international mercenaries with extensive experience in urban and mountain warfare! I want the kind of ruthless characters who have seen blood, killed people, and possess extremely strong psychological fortitude!"

"Initial Directive: Supplement them directly into the various battalions of the Death God Legion to serve as core non-commissioned officers at the squad and platoon levels! I want to turn my legion of Death Soldiers from a group of elite soldiers into an invincible iron army with self-command capabilities!"

[Directive confirmed. Consuming 20,000 points. Death Soldiers generating... Deployment complete.]

His points instantly shrank drastically, leaving only 1,300. But Zhang Cheng didn't feel the slightest bit of heartache.

He could almost see it—on the drill ground, two hundred Intermediate Death Soldiers with sharper gazes and the aura of battle-hardened elites appeared out of thin air. Without any redundant movements, they silently and swiftly integrated into the existing organization.

The temperament of the entire Death God Legion changed instantly. If it was a sharp longsword before, it was now more like a fatal dagger, tempered a thousand times and indestructible. Elitization and specialization—this was a qualitative leap!

Just then, Li Lanzhi walked quickly into the command center holding a thick report.

Although her face was full of fatigue and there were dark circles under her eyes, her eyes were startlingly bright. It was the excitement of seeing immense hope, with a hint of awe for such vast wealth hidden deep in her gaze.

"Sovereign, the preliminary inventory is complete!" Li Lanzhi's voice was trembling slightly. "This time, we've truly... struck it rich!"

"Speak," Zhang Cheng said, taking a calm sip of tea, though his ears were perked up.

"From the Purgatory Valley battlefield, as well as the subsequent mopping up of the coalition remnants and several family strongholds, we have seized cash, gold, jewelry, and valuables looted from enemy officers. The total value is preliminarily estimated... to exceed 300 million RMB! This doesn't even include those antiques and paintings that are difficult to liquidate immediately!"

"300 million?" Zhang Cheng raised an eyebrow. "Not bad, that's a decent bit of recovery."

"Not only that!" Li Lanzhi flipped to the next page, her tone even more excited. "We also seized a large number of usable light and heavy machine guns, mortars, rocket launchers, rifles, pistols, and matching ammunition! There are also dozens of armed pickups and trucks! Roughly estimated, this equipment is enough to quickly arm two more standard regiments of auxiliary troops!"

"That is the main prize," Zhang Cheng nodded. "Put all this equipment into storage and establish detailed records. In the future, non-core auxiliary forces or newly attached personnel, like that Security Team, will all be re-equipped with these captured weapons. The Death God Legion must always maintain the absolute advantage of system-provided equipment, understand?"

"Understood!" Li Lanzhi nodded heavily. "Also, regarding those cryptocurrencies... the experts we brought in are cracking them. Although they haven't fully unlocked them yet, the account balances we've seen so far are already astronomical..."

"No rush on that, wash it slowly." Zhang Cheng waved his hand, stood up, and walked to the massive war zone map.

His gaze did not linger on the already occupied Kokang, but instead swept toward the surrounding areas that were still marked in red.

Those markers representing the remaining hostile telecom scam parks or the small warlords who were still hesitating and watching were, in his eyes, "point packs" waiting to be harvested.

"Pass down the order!" Zhang Cheng's voice suddenly turned cold, carrying a suffocating air of slaughter.

"The Death God Legion will take a full twenty-four-hour rest. After that, the 1st and 2nd Battalions will split into several rapid response units and continue to radiate outwards for a sweep!"

"Wipe out these red stains on the map one by one! I do not accept any form of surrender! As long as they are related to telecom scams, kidnapping, or drug trafficking, clear out the industries and personnel entirely! I want this land to be clean!"

"Yes! Sovereign!" Old K responded in a deep voice, his eyes flashing with red light—it was an expression of absolute obedience and a hunger for the slaughter directive.

...

As the sharpened slaughtering knife of the Death God Legion swung once more, the entirety of Northern Myanmar, especially those circles relying on telecom scams to survive, fell into an unprecedented, hysterical doomsday panic.

"He's crazy! That 'Sovereign' is crazy! He's sweeping through all the parks!"

"Too fast! We can't stop them at all! Their soldiers are too powerful; their marksmanship is inhumanly accurate! I heard even Brigadier General Yang was blown to ash!"

"Run! Run quickly! If we don't leave now, it'll truly be too late! Is money more important or your life?"

The news spread through the telecom scam circles of Northern Myanmar with alarming speed, like a fatal plague.

The scam bosses, large and small, could no longer care about "performance" or "long-term operations"; survival had become the number one priority.

The parks were in a state of chaos, as if the world were ending.

"Quick! Load all the cash into the trucks! Burn whatever we can't take!"

"Computers! Hard drives! Smash them all! Don't leave a single shred of evidence!"

Bundles of cash were haphazardly stuffed into boxes, gold bars were crammed into pockets, and documents were ignited in open spaces, sending up billowing clouds of smoke.

Even more revoltingly, as many park bosses fled in panic, they actually abandoned their final "negative assets"—the "piglets" they had tricked into coming there—with utter cruelty!

"Lock the doors tight! Cut the water and power!" a boss with a fleshy face roared maliciously. "We can't take these burdens with us, and we can't leave them for Zhang Cheng! Let them rot inside!"

"And those who know too much, deal with them! Throw them into the back mountain and bury them!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Sporadic gunshots rang out across the various parks—it was the final venting of evil.

Thousands of Dragon Country compatriots, who had been imprisoned for a long time and were physically and mentally devastated, were thus heartlessly abandoned in the chaotic and perilous Northern Myanmar. Some were locked in sweltering rooms to suffocate; some were driven into the wild mountains to face venomous snakes and beasts; others waited for death to descend in despair.

Desperate cries and pleas for help echoed faintly within some of the abandoned parks, like an elegy for a living hell.

These scattered and tragic reports filtered back to Dragon Country through various channels.

On the internet, public opinion exploded.

"Beasts! They are absolute beasts!"

"Save them! The country must save them!"

"Severely punish the culprits! Even if we have to chase them to the ends of the earth, we must catch these scumbags!"

The outcry to "Save our Northern Myanmar compatriots" grew louder and louder, and the invisible pressure was subsequently passed on to the relevant departments.

All of this was within Zhang Cheng's expectations, and it only served to strengthen his resolve to purge this evil.

"Since you refuse to act like humans, don't blame me for acting like a demon."

Zhang Cheng stood at the highest point of the base, looking at the black smoke rising in the distance, his eyes cold as iron.

"Old K, speed up. I want those fleeing bastards to know that in this world, there are some debts that must be repaid."