Steal Someone's Girl
Old Li said breezily, "Relax, relax. This is nothing compared to the Southeast Coast."
What disappointed the old bastard was that after more than a hundred fights, big and small, he still hadn't found a single worthy opponent. What kind of joke was that?
It was only to be expected. Director Li was hiding behind a Type 59 tank and picking on people!
The dead men's weapons had been no better than a couple of old rocket-propelled grenades at most. Against a clunker like a Type 59, those things were about as effective as a tickle.
One shot from the tank cannon and the other side was reincarnating. And that was without mentioning the four 81mm mortars behind him, laying down covering fire. They could hit whatever they aimed at from four miles away.
The so-called unrest was only temporary, anyway.
The main nuisance was the poachers. Money was tempting, after all. These guys hunted protected wildlife for ill-gotten gains, and they came like flies drawn to the smell of blood: wipe out one batch, and another would show up, endlessly.
As for other kinds of troublemakers, after seven or eight batches had been killed off as offerings to heaven, the rest generally stopped coming.
Everyone knew Hui Ma County was a damn sinkhole. Once you fell in, you weren't getting out. Those two modified Type 59 tanks weren't there for show. Once they rolled out, someone was going to die.
But Director Li had protected the nature reserve near Hui Ma County so well that, in less than two years, all sorts of wild animals had gathered and multiplied in great numbers. Their populations kept growing, but that also attracted poachers from all over, keeping the Hui Ma County Public Security Bureau constantly busy. They had