Chapter 1633 - 911: Dealing with the Fraudsters (Part 3)
Silence.
Only the sound of the helicopter’s turbine and engine.
Occasionally, Dapao would have Old Zhang question the two fraudsters.
These two were the only remaining fraudsters from Myanmar; the others were killed for not cooperating.
"Head south? Are you sure?" Third Uncle frowned; he remembered it wasn’t this direction.
Before Doomsday, Third Uncle had been to Kantuon on a mission in Southeast Asia, so he knew the general direction.
The location given by the fraudster was completely off even in the broad sense.
Old Zhang nodded and said, "Yes, anyway, he said to go south."
Third Uncle gazed deeply at the fraudster who answered.
His eyes were profound, as if they could pierce through him.
The fraudster who answered felt guilty under Third Uncle’s stare and lowered his head.
The other fraudster also seemed uneasy, and Third Uncle asked the Jackals, "Do you remember Kantuon being south?"
"No, I remember it’s always southwest. Isn’t that river the Nu River? Southwest!"
"Yes, I also remember it’s southwest."
Not just the Jackals, even Old Qin said the same.
Third Uncle nodded, "Hmm, then keep flying southwest."
He looked at the lying fraudster, his gaze a bit cold.
"Dapao, he’s lying."
Saying this, Third Uncle suddenly pulled open the cabin door.
Whoosh, whoosh—
The strong wind from outside rushed in.
Third Uncle gestured to Dapao.
Dapao immediately understood, unbuckled the fraudster’s seatbelt, and pushed him towards Third Uncle.
Third Uncle firmly grabbed his shoulder; the fraudster’s hands were bound, leaving him unable to resist.
"%%&**）%￥￥."
The fraudster kept mumbling, his face pale, eyes terrified as he looked at Third Uncle.
"What is he saying?" Third Uncle asked Old Zhang.
Old Zhang saw Third Uncle’s actions, his face slightly changing.
He nervously said, "He said he remembered wrong, it’s southwest."
Third Uncle snorted coldly, then leaned the fraudster’s half body out of the helicopter.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
The high-altitude wind was strong and cold.
Blowing the fraudster into disarray; most importantly, if Third Uncle let go, he would plummet from thousands of meters in the sky.
Certain death.
Third Uncle firmly held onto the fraudster, his hands unrelenting.
After five minutes.
Third Uncle suddenly pulled him back in.
The fraudster was trembling all over, lips purple, face filled with fear.
"&*（%...￥）"
"He said he doesn’t dare anymore, begging you not to throw him out. He’s afraid of heights!"
"Hahahahaha."
Everyone found this response inexplicably amusing.
Clack—
Third Uncle suddenly closed the cabin door.
The wind stopped immediately.
The fraudster continued to shake, unable to recover from the previous horror.
The other fraudster, seeing this, stared blankly, legs trembling.
Third Uncle said, "Old Zhang, make sure they remember to behave, guide us well, and if they lie again, we’ll throw them out."
Old Zhang heard this and quickly translated to the two fraudsters.
The two fraudsters nodded frantically, terror written all over their small eyes.
Seeing this, Third Uncle still did not relax his vigilance.
He naturally knew the risks of this journey.
The helicopter had a maximum range of only one thousand kilometers; starting from Li Yu’s place to the Myanmar fraud park was only four hundred fifty kilometers, a round trip summed up to 900 kilometers.
Leaving a surplus of a hundred kilometers.
But that’s calculated under the helicopter’s ideal conditions.
Myanmar itself was mountainous and covered in forests, which meant if they had to land midway, they couldn’t land in the forest; they would have to find a flat area, which are usually towns or cities, with many Zombies.
Refueling takes over ten minutes; they might not finish before the Zombies rush in.
Therefore, Third Uncle understood that there could be no detours this time.
One shot to get there!
Once there, release the medicine and return immediately without observing the effect.
After this operation, the two fraudsters became much more well-behaved.
Time passed slowly.
An hour later.
They arrived at Kantuon City.
In the rain, Kantuon City’s buildings were dilapidated but carried a sense of ruinous beauty.
Throughout the city, Zombies wandered everywhere, all heading west.
The Jackals descended the helicopter to an altitude of eight hundred meters.
Old Zhang inquired about the specific direction, and both fraudsters pointed west of Kantuon.
Third Uncle looked at the direction the Zombies were moving below, indeed westward.
So he said to the Jackals, "Fly west."
Then he asked Old Zhang, "How much farther?"
Old Zhang quickly translated.
"Ten kilometers."
"Hmm."
Five minutes later.
Between two mountain forests ahead, there was a mountain hollow.
Front and back stood high walls, definitely more than twenty meters tall.
It looked quite imposing.
On the walls, people were blocking the Zombies.
Outside the walls, there were tens of thousands of Zombies, layer upon layer, with some climbing up to seven or eight meters high.
Bang, bang, bang!
The people on the walls kept throwing large stones, knocking down the stacked Zombies.
Flying over the Myanmar Park, dense buildings were inside.
Many people were inside, definitely exceeding five thousand people.
Many people were continuously transporting stones to the walls, making the whole scene look very united.