Besides the fact that it makes it easy for Ye Zi to smuggle drugs into the country and to disrupt the Japanese economy, there are two other reasons. First, drugs have zero cost and can be exchanged for gold and antiques, making it extremely profitable.

Indeed, in Meng Lie's view, drugs are zero-cost, because it has been more than two years since Ye Zi last swept through the jungles of Myanmar, and some drug traffickers have started to resurface, frequently smuggling drugs into China.

A list of border areas has been compiled, but with the main force unable to be deployed, the effectiveness of elite squads in striking is limited. If the enemy escapes, it could trigger retaliatory drug smuggling, making it a losing proposition.

But if Ye Zi goes, it's a different story. She goes all out and not only can she seize drugs to sell to the Japanese, but she can also get gold and money from the drug traffickers.

And you don't have to worry about not being able to bring it back; it's incredibly profitable.

There's another reason, and it's the most important one, which is actually the same as what the nobody was thinking: revenge.

Every Chinese person carries with them a deep-seated hatred for the Japanese invaders. If war breaks out, China's attitude towards the Japanese will be to kill them the moment they show their faces.

Since there's no war now, the only option is to seek revenge, and now is a good opportunity.

"Okay, I'll report it and see if the higher-ups agree." Sister Meng replied and turned to leave.

After Mengjie left, Yezi pondered to herself that Mengjie would definitely agree, and there was no need to ask Wu Dongheng. As long as the lost antiques and cultural relics could be brought back, he would be willing to take a gun and rob them.

For the sake of image, we've never done that. Otherwise, those who have Chinese antiques in their possession would have to hide, and then we wouldn't even be able to buy them back, let alone rob them.

Now, drugs can be used to get it back; Wu Dongheng can even smile and fawn over those gangsters and drug addicts.

The mechanic, needless to say, would only consider any plan targeting the Japanese as disrespect to his seniors, and would approve it outright.

Finally, it all comes down to the boss's survival skills. If he passes the final test, then the matter is settled.

Sure enough, Sister Meng returned less than half an hour after leaving, unable to stop smiling.

Ye Zi could tell at a glance that it had passed, and immediately smiled:

"Alright, give me a list of drug traffickers and their locations in the border area, and I'll go and raid them."

"You guys hurry up and contact the Japanese gangs, tell them to prepare the supplies, and we'll set off as soon as I get back."

Mengjie gave an OK sign and then went to make the contact.

Ye Zi greeted the nobody and had just left the bar when she ran into Wu Dongheng.

Wu Dongheng asked urgently:

How much drugs can you get your hands on?

"How would I know? Let's see how much stock we have on the other side of the border."

"Okay, you go and get the goods first, I'll contact the distributors on the Japanese side."

Ye Zi nodded, and Wu Dongheng hurriedly left again. Watching Wu Dongheng's departing figure, Ye Zi chuckled. With all this talk of purchasing goods and dealing with distributors, Ye Zi momentarily thought this was a legitimate business.

Wu Dongheng had just left when the mechanic arrived.

"Ye Zi, does that plan you mentioned last time still stand?"

Ye Zi paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered that he had said he would drop a nuclear bomb on the Yasukuni Shrine and the crater of Mount Fuji.

"It makes sense, but nuclear bombs are so big and have such a powerful explosion. If the timeout is too short, I'll turn into roast meat. If the timeout is too long, I'll definitely be discovered. I need to think of a solution."

"Have you come up with an idea?"

The mechanic shook his head and said:

"No, I thought you had figured it out."

"I didn't expect that the only revenge plan for now would be to plant drugs."

The mechanic said helplessly:

"Alright, it's better than nothing. Do you need any ammunition?"

Ye Zi shook his head; his stockpile was sufficient for the time being and he didn't need to replenish it.

After parting ways with the mechanic, Ye Zi went straight home, told Tong Tong about the mission, and the next morning went to the Gates of Hell to retrieve the terminal before taking a plane to the border.

Upon arrival, someone released a motocross motorcycle and took Ye Zi to the most convenient place to cross the border.

Open the terminal; the route for Osmanthus Cake is already displayed. Then set off.

A new round of sweeping operations began in the jungle.

The terminal presented six mission objectives, ranging in size from a small force of only five or six hundred people to a large force of three or four thousand.

These people are among the most active drug traffickers in the past two years, trying every means to smuggle drugs into China.

Ye Zi will not be polite to these kinds of people; she will kill as many as she can.

The two submachine guns were unstoppable, killing everything in their path, relentlessly pursuing and killing their leader.

To make an example of each leader, they would be tortured by leaves. The jungle was full of ants, and a little sugar would attract a large swarm.

I can't cut the leaves into a thousand pieces, but I can make a few more cuts.

As a grassland dweller, skinning and dismembering is his specialty, so naturally he would test it on his enemies.

Ye Zi had never seen a person who was as soft as a boneless person, but she could definitely make one herself. Moreover, the process was very simple: just crush all the bones in the other person's body.

Everyone talks about being riddled with bullets, but how many people have actually been riddled with bullets? Ye Zi was very curious: can a person really be riddled with bullets?

There are excellent test subjects here, so why not use them?

This method of killing doesn't resemble carrying out a mission; it's more like revenge.

The cruelty of the leaves chilled the survivors to the bone. Although they didn't know everything about what their leader had been up to recently, they had a pretty good idea.

Combined with the gruesome manner of their deaths, if one cannot guess that this was revenge from Chinese people, then one has lived in vain.

When Ye Zi was sweeping through, her targets were not only her father, gold, and money, but also weapons.

Ye Zi will take the usable weapons with her, firstly to deal with the situation of insufficient ammunition, and secondly because she plans to buy a Japanese gangster.

Gangs are all about fighting for territory and killing each other; that's normal. Now that we're in the age of firearms, we shouldn't just think about fighting with knives; guns should also be on the agenda.

After traveling through the area for more than half a month, Ye Zi wiped out the last group of drug traffickers, officially ending the sweep.

The results of the sweep were also very encouraging. First, let's talk about the main objective of this mission: nearly five tons of drugs of various purities were seized. Ye Zi didn't know how to judge the purity, so she could only distinguish it after returning home. There are professionals at the gates of hell.

Nearly a ton of gold was harvested, proving that there will always be people hoarding this kind of hard currency.

The company earned 200 million US dollars and over 130 million Chinese yuan.

Finally, there were the firearms and ammunition, mainly AKs. In addition to those captured on the battlefield, there were also drug dealers' stockpiles, totaling nearly five thousand. The rest were taken by those who fled, and some were damaged.

There were even more bullets—a standard two-thousand-round ammunition box, but Ye Zi harvested nearly three hundred boxes, along with varying numbers of magazines.

The haul was undeniably substantial, but Ye Zi valued the deterrent effect of the leaders' corpses even more; this was the consequence of trafficking drugs into China.

A menacing figure departed the jungle amidst the roar of a motorcycle, leaving behind only fear and corpses.