It proved that people are like animals!
Sometimes you've got to give them a beating with love.
When the bullets swept through and the missiles struck, the criminals attempting to assault the "Justice Army" scattered like birds and beasts!
Was Ye Jihuan the type to run away if you wanted to?
Once the follow-up troops arrived, he sought out his battalion commander, requesting to give the city a "thought re-education class."
"??? You're not planning on killing them all, are you?" Guard Captain Herman Hot looked at him with an odd expression.
"No, no, no, I just feel that Leon City has been disconnected from Justice for too long, their thoughts too aligned with the drug traffickers; we should have them bask in the General's grace!"
Colonel Herman Hotte immediately showed his respect.
This "outsider" was actually "chanting the sutras" more fluently than they were, damn, if you're loyal, what am I supposed to do?
Of course, Ye Jihuan had no idea what the battalion commander was thinking; he simply believed that a severe crackdown was necessary. Otherwise, if the front lines were under pressure and chaos erupted in the rear, wouldn't that put lives in jeopardy?
"Alright! I'll give the higher-ups a call." Herman Hotte was an assertive man; he picked up the phone, chattered away for a while, and finally, hanging up, he sighed with relief, "The higher-ups have agreed. We need to stay in Leon for two days to regroup, and you will be in charge of this."
"Ah? It's me?" Ye Jihuan scratched his head.
"You made quite an impression during the assault on Hill 797; the division commander noticed, and he's very pleased with you. If there are no surprises, you're up for a promotion, young man. Take on more responsibilities."
"Don't worry, it won't just be your Company A coming down; the Reserve Seventh Division is in town, and I'll have them support you."
Herman Hotte patted his shoulder, "Do well."
Let those who refused to be civilized hear the voice of the Emperor!
Gary Graham returned home in a miserable state, fear evident in his eyes. When he pushed open the door, the house was pitch dark, devoid of any light.
"Is that you, Gary?" Came a faint voice that gave him a start. Flipping the switch, he saw an old crone sitting nearby, aged with a hint of the smell of old people.
"Why haven't you gone to sleep yet! You scared the hell out of me!" Gary Graham complained; this was his grandmother who had raised him since he was young because his parents, drug traffickers, had died in a shootout.
Upon hearing his words, the old woman hung her head, a bit embarrassed, "I haven't eaten all night... could you give me something to eat?"
"Eat, eat, eat! What's there to eat! Why don't you just die! You're just a waste of food every day."
She didn't understand why her grandson was suddenly so angry but clearly, she was used to being scolded and stayed silent with her head bowed.
Yet, this response only fueled Gary Graham's rage.
He had planned to use some money for a "sideline" today, which meant targeting the Northern Army; if he could steal weapons, even better. But who could have guessed they'd just start spraying bullets?
If he hadn't ducked quickly, he'd already be joining his dead parents.
He ran all the way home, barely catching his breath.
A fury was already bottled up in his chest, and seeing his disabled grandmother only intensified it. He stormed into his room and soon came out holding a box, which he slammed on the table. Opening it revealed bag after bag of… white powder.
"Eat, eat, eat! I'll let you eat! I'll let you have your fill!"
Gary Graham grabbed his grandmother's head and poured the drugs into her mouth; she struggled fiercely as the "flour" covered her, and she kept begging for mercy.
"Don't... stop, I won't eat anymore, I won't."
Her pleading did not bring his hand to a halt but rather seemed to exhilarate him. It felt great!
We bully others; there's no way we get bullied!
The Northern Army must be on drugs!
They must be kindred spirits.
Gary Graham's eyes were bloodshot; his breathing rapid, a twisted grin on his face as his mind went blank.
The grandmother in his arms stopped moving!
The drugs had choked her throat and nose; her eyes wide open, she died with a stare.
Looking at the motionless old woman, Gary knelt on the ground, his eyes turned green as he rubbed his face on the floor like some freak.
He took a deep inhale, a look of utter bliss on his face.
"What a waste, such a waste…" He frantically scraped the drugs off the floor into a heap, even punching his grandmother's body while cursing, "You old hag!"
The door shook violently, emitting a deafening sound.
Gary Graham jerked his head up, panicked, and ran into the kitchen to grab a kitchen knife, his eyes red with streaks of blood.
Another sound, and the door burst open, allowing two gun-toting soldiers to rush in.
"Ahh!! I'll kill you!!" Gary Graham screamed, lunging at them.
This was rather unexpected…
Ye Jihuan was taken aback and decisively pulled the trigger!
The man's body shook but didn't fall, still lunging forward.
"Get out of the way, Brother Huan!" Zhang Ziqiang yelled from behind, stepping forward with a Remington M870 shotgun, and blasted at the charging Gary Graham!
The man who had taken drugs, weighing less than a hundred pounds, flew like a sheet of paper and slammed into the wall, undeniably dead.
Drugs could enhance combat capabilities; during World War II, many countries provided their troops with narcotics, including X Hitler, who even partook in them.
Otherwise, do you really think the enemy's "banzai charges" were due to Samurai Spirit? Don't make me laugh; they were just high on drugs, sometimes so out of their minds that they overran their positions.