He looked himself over. How had he been exposed? He had already changed his appearance, even his clothes. Could Cambodia's green skins predict the future? If they had that ability, they would have become a powerful nation long ago instead of being poor as hell all day long.
After thinking it over, there should be nothing wrong with him personally. That meant the problem had to lie with the motorcycle beneath him.
To Cambodians, a motorcycle was very expensive. It might take several years' combined income to buy one. Although he had specifically chosen someone who earned money easily when borrowing the bike, it was still a substantial sum. The motorcycle itself might even have been "borrowed" from somewhere else, so naturally, it would have been marked.
!
If that was the case, then it all made sense. Cambodia's green skins could not have moved that quickly; someone had provided information, and only then had they tracked him down.
Since borrowing the bike had exposed him, he could only force his way through the checkpoint. As for the weapons in the hands of those green-skin Intervention Team members, they were no real concern to him.
"Vroom!" Chen Mo twisted the throttle and charged straight toward the checkpoint.
"Stop for inspection! Stop for inspection!...!" A green skin holding a loudspeaker shouted at Chen Mo.
There were not many vehicles to begin with, not even many motorcycles. Very few bikes traveled this road. Only a few motorcycles were being inspected at the checkpoint, and they had already been directed by the green skins to pull over by the roadside.
At that moment, every green skin had drawn his weapon before shouting at the motorcycle rushing toward them. They had noticed Chen Mo long ago. There was a high probability that he was