Mirlo kept swallowing his throat. He subconsciously sat upright and said timidly: "I agree with this, but you just checked my goods and my caravan is very innocent."

Chino got up, walked behind Mirlo, put his shoulder, and his voice was guided: "Let's do it, we temporarily abandon our identities, pretend to be smugglers, and then start from this perspective, thinking about how to avoid the inspection."

"Are you ready? Three, two, one...beginning." Chino said slowly, "Now, I am a vendor engaged in illegal smuggling. I came to a border gate. Assuming it was Xilin Town, the idiot civil servant here brought people to check my goods. How would he check?"

"According to public security training, this fool will break the cargo sampling inspection, take off the clothes of caravan members, check if there is anything hidden in his pocket or body, and check whether there is a compartment in the transport truck. If the guard is a little heavier, he will think of the possibility of soaking food and transport cloth in water and draining salt... He will check how he teaches public security training."

"But as a smuggler, I must have a well-informed information channel and know very well about the security training at the gate. Since I already know that he will check like this, how could he hide things in these places?" Chino leaned over, looked at Mirlo's side face, and saw the beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

Chino sat back in her seat, her tone was like reminiscing with an old friend: "After talking about smugglers, let's talk about Doguland. Do you know the code of smuggling?"

Mirlo nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Chino: "Tell me."

Mirlo's eyes were a little erratic. He subconsciously wiped off the sweat beads from his forehead and murmured: "According to the "Doguland Anti-Smuggling Regulations", smugglers will be confiscated all illegal income and family property, and will be distributed to border mining areas as hard labor, and sentenced to 10 years. Anyone who smuggles military controlled items will be executed immediately and their families will be held..."

Chino nodded and sighed, "Do you think it's very barbaric? Just forget about executing the offender, but you still have to hold your family and implicate the innocent. This is very unreasonable. But there is no way, the code is the code. You can question it's unreasonable, but you must abide by it and be respected in awe of it. Abide by the laws and regulations and implement them indiscriminately. Only such a code is effective."

These words gave Mirlo a heavy psychological pressure, especially Chino asked him to recite the punishment for smuggling in person, which doubled the pressure. For a moment, he felt that his body was getting cold and hot, and his heart rate was rising constantly.

Suddenly, Chino changed the subject: "Do you love your son?"

"like..."

"I also think that he was born as a cursed son of intellectual disability, but you did not abandon him and still loved and took care of him. This is great fatherly love. So, whether as your friend or as a civil servant, it would be a pity if I had to execute a great father."

The muscles on Mirlo's face twitched, and he felt that the amber pupils were as hot as iron. His gaze floated on the left and right, and his lips kept trembling: "Don't worry, I can't do that kind of thing... no... no..."

Chino's eyes moved downward, looking at Mirlo's fat belly, and the tone changed again: "Have you ever been hungry?"

Mirlo didn't dare to look at Chino and shook his head tremblingly.

"Look at your stomach, it really doesn't seem to have been hungry." Chino looked at Mirlo's forehead. The sweat beads on it were as big as beans and kept dripping along his cheeks. He smiled and said, "I can tell you this way that hunger will bring terrible mania. A little emotional fluctuation will cause collapse. When you reach a certain level of hunger, you won't care what food it is, or whether the food is clean, or whether it is food or human flesh... it doesn't matter anymore, you just want to live."

"Everyone says that money makes people crazy. So I believe that the desire to make money is like hunger, and it is unbearable. When a person falls into a crazy mood, he can eat anything and everything."

The blood on Mirlo's face disappeared in an instant, his vision blurred, and the Chino in front of him twisted into afterimages. When he came to his senses, his clothes were wet with cold sweat, and were as sticky as slurry.

Without warning, the smile on Chino's face disappeared, like a clown in a circus took off his mask, proclaiming the final chapter of the drama: "You are smuggling salt crystals, are you?"

Mirlo only felt his spine being pulled off, his whole body collapsed in his seat, his upper and lower teeth constantly fighting, his pupils were out of focus, and tears flowed out uncontrollably, murmured: "Yes..."

Chino pointed to his stomach.

Mirlo nodded helplessly while crying.

After drinking the water, Chino packed up the cup, handed Mirlo a tissue, and smiled as usual on his face: "Because you have a lot of guards, in order to prevent accidents, I hope you can cooperate with me to act in a play. After the matter is completed, I promise you that I will not kill you and your son."

...

The dry and hot climate was annoying, and the caravan guards and soldiers were waiting a little impatiently.

Three minutes later, Chino and Mirlo finally came out and the two shook hands again.

Chino sighed and said, "It is a pity to say goodbye to you, my friend."

Mirlo bowed with a respectful look: "I will miss you, Lord Civil Affairs Officer."

The two walked towards the carriage.

When passing by Paladin, Chino hit him intentionally or unintentionally.

Paladin was about to curse a few words, but his eyes were suddenly attracted by the Chino's back...

Chino hid one hand behind and made a gesture.

In an instant, Paladin's pupils expanded violently, and Chino made a military gesture, meaning: the crossbowman was in place.

Immediately afterwards, Chino's gesture changed and conveyed the second command: Kill without any reckoning.

Paladin looked at Chino in shock, who turned his face and smiled with amber pupils.

Paladin's face was gloomy and quietly retreated into the camp.

Soon, the crossbowmen had already lurked in their positions at a high place, just like hunters in the shadows.

Chino walked to the carriage and looked at the 14 caravan guards.

Mirlo issued an order: "Line in a row, let us say goodbye to the Civil Affairs Officer."

Mirlo's forehead was sweating constantly, but the guards thought he was just too hot, so they didn't say much, lined up to face Chino.

"Everyone protects Mirlo all the way, please allow me to express my gratitude to you. Then..." Chino bent down and said with a smile, "Farewell forever."

"Swish, swish, swish, swish!" The sound of the crossbow and arrow breaking through the sky, shooting through the bending Chino.

"Puchippuchi..." The caravan guards lined up were completely alive targets and were shot into a hedgehog in an instant.

Ten of them were pierced through the heart or throat and killed on the spot. Four were relatively life-threatening, and the crossbow did not penetrate the vital points.

After the initial sluggishness, they widened their eyes, pulled out the long knife from their waists, and shouted: "We are exposed!!!"

They knew that they were surrounded by crossbowmen and could not fly, but they had to fight before they died. Kill one and make a fortune, and two people would make a fortune!

"Kill this dog!!!" They rushed towards Chino in the rain of arrows, three of whom were shot to death on the way. In the end, the man tried his best to slash the blade towards Chino's neck.

The caravan guards are stubborn, comparable to giant bears. They are covered with arrows, and their blood-stained faces have a terrifying evil aura.

And Chino's body is delicate and his soft and weak look is hard not to doubt that once he is approached by guards, his head will fall to the ground in the blink of an eye.

However, the next scene shattered everyone's perception.

Facing the attacking blade, Chino did not retreat but advanced, and her figure turned into a twisted afterimage, accurately capturing the wrists of the caravan guards. A terrifying force that was completely unequal to the beautiful gas shape burst out, swinging it directly to the ground, stepping on his face, and stepping on his carriage.

The next moment, Chino had already grasped the knife in the caravan guard's hand, turned his head and stabbed it in the cheek.

"Ding!" The knife was too fast, and it directly pierced the left and right cheeks of the caravan guards, nailed them to the carriage. The blade swayed, without hurting the tongue and teeth.

All this happened only between the gap when he was turned around and opened his mouth slightly, like an infinitely precise machine.
Chapter completed!