If a bamboo pole came right to your door and you didn't knock on it, then when would you? Only a fool would let such an opportunity go. Therefore, the Siem Reap security chief hammered that bamboo pole with resounding enthusiasm, showing absolutely no mercy.
Even as Siem Reap's security chief, his total yearly salary was only barely enough to support a whole family. And that came with a limit on the number of people; as for eating well on a normal day, there was basically no chance of enjoying lavish meals.
Therefore, if he relied on his regular salary, simply staying alive would already be decent enough. So finding every possible way to earn extra income was the task of security personnel. As the leader, he naturally took the biggest share, while his subordinates got some soup as well!
After taking Soka for a ride, he naturally had to let out a satisfied burp. Still, he had to share some of the profits with his security personnel. Only then could he motivate all his subordinates.
At the Siem Reap security chief's order, more than a hundred security personnel set out from the security station and headed straight for the entrance to Bar Street. They had waited so long because they wanted to squeeze out a profit before taking action. Otherwise, how could Siem Reap's security personnel have failed to appear when they had heard gunshots earlier?
However, when they arrived, they were greeted by gunfire—"Bang, bang...!"—flashes of fire, and a Pickup Truck tearing around like mad.
More people were firing wildly at the Pickup Truck from every corner, but it was useless. The Pickup Truck was still racing about happily.
Furthermore, the people in the Pickup Truck never missed when shooting back at those attacking it, inflicting heavy casualties