Chen Shumin led Lin Dong and Lao Niu to a very secluded cave.

Before even reaching the cave entrance, Lin Dong could smell a faint odor of gasoline.

He activated his third eye and scanned the cave a few times, discovering that in addition to cans of gasoline, there were also many homemade petrol bombs.

Lin Dong was speechless: "Strategist Chen, what are you doing? You don't really want to burn Jakarta down, do you?"

"Huh? Boss, you know what's piled up inside?" Chen Shumin asked, somewhat surprised.

"Nonsense, Old Chen, the little thing you've hidden can be seen clearly from several kilometers away, hmph!" Old Niu mocked him.

"Absolutely right, absolutely right. Who is our boss? Right?"

Chen Shumin wasn't angry at all, and calmly said:

"Boss, don't underestimate these homemade petrol bombs. They're a top-tier weapon in urban warfare, hehe..."

The chilling laughter made the old ox walking beside him feel extremely uncomfortable, and he cursed under his breath:

"You perverted freak!"

Lin Dong shook his head and laughed, "It is a bit perverted, but... I like it! Haha..."

"Just do it your way, I'll take care of everything."

Chen Shumin was overjoyed, barely suppressing his excitement, and rubbed his hands together, saying:

"With your words of reassurance, boss, I'm completely relieved, hehe..."

Old Niu deliberately shoved him, rolling his eyes wildly:

"Hey Lao Chen, stop smiling like that, it's creepy!"

Chen Shumin remained noncommittal and did not enter the gasoline depot. Instead, he led the two men on a tour of several nearby storage warehouses before driving back to Jakarta.

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It was November 1997.

At this time, Indonesia's economy was already riddled with problems.

The financial market crash has spread to employment and people's livelihoods.

As more and more people become unable to afford food, violent incidents of vandalism and looting by rioters have begun to occur in some towns with insufficient security forces.

In response, the Indonesian authorities only issued a lukewarm condemnation through the media, without taking any stronger measures.

This is clearly a deliberate act of letting things run wild.

As a result, sporadic acts of violence in some towns spread like a virus...

A week later, the entire country of Indonesia was plunged into chaos.

Over a million people from the lower classes took to the streets, engaging in vandalism, looting, murder, rape, and burning down houses...

At this moment, the primal bestiality hidden within those people was exposed.

They unleashed the evil within them, indulging in the immense pleasure of killing and destruction.

In a short time, social order in Inner Mongolia was in complete chaos and out of control.

The biggest losers in this wave of riots were undoubtedly the Chinese, who accounted for the majority of the local economy.

Major cities like Jakarta, where the Chinese population is most concentrated, have not yet been significantly impacted.

In other places, however, the number of Chinese being robbed and killed is increasing.

Chinese people who have lived overseas for many years are intelligent and hardworking, but they do not know how to build up their power and protect their lives and property.

Therefore, historically, Indonesia, and even the entire Southeast Asian region, has experienced one man-made disaster after another.

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Jakarta's Chinatown, November 5.

Suddenly, a group of thugs wielding steel pipes or machetes rushed in.

This group, mainly composed of Indonesian and Javanese people, numbered over 3,000.

Ignoring the warnings of the police officers, they rushed in and looted Chinese shops and even robbed passersby on the street.

The rioters looted and vandalized the property, and some, still not satisfied with their actions, set it on fire...

The shop was looted clean, and even the rings on the hands of passersby on the street were not spared.

As a result, this violent incident involving thousands of people spread from the streets to residential areas.

These thugs, blinded by greed, committed all sorts of atrocities once they entered residential areas.

burglary, robbery, assault, murder, rape...

Thick smoke filled the two blocks of Chinatown on the outskirts, and screams of agony echoed everywhere, like a scene from hell.

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At this moment, on the third floor of the Dragon Roar Nightclub, Old Niu was grabbing Chen Shumin by the collar and yelling at him:

"Chen Shumin, I'll ask you one more time, what the hell are you up to?"

"They've already attacked our doorstep, and you're still not making a move? Are you a turtle?!"

"If you don't give the order soon, I'll lead my men out and kill them all!"

"Damn it, I can't stand this humiliation. Even if I die, I'll kill him quickly and thoroughly!"

Chen Shumin was thoroughly scolded and could only manage a wry smile:

"Old Niu, my dear sir, can't you just listen to my explanation?"

He was weak and tried to push away the old ox's hand that was pulling at his collar, but he couldn't budge it no matter what he did.

"Sigh... The boss instructed that you all must follow my command in this battle..."

The old ox stared wide-eyed: "I'll listen to you, but I don't understand why we're not doing it now?!"

Chen Shumin gave a wry smile: "Old Niu, haven't you ever heard of the saying 'a cause for war must be justified'?"

"The purpose of the Thousand Islands Project was not to kill a few thousand or ten thousand thugs, but to control the entire Indonesian country."

"If some people don't die now, it won't be fair if we get serious later..."

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