Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 2055: Chapter 1878: Serves You Right for Being So Impulsive

The other side.

Hotel.

After taking a shower.

The team leader, who was about to go to bed, had a habit of watching TV for a bit. He would choose Chinese, and Xin’an City’s channels had both Burmese and Chinese, so he could generally understand the news.

So.

He turned on the TV.

Then.

He froze!

After watching.

The team leader’s mouth could nearly fit an egg, looking dazed, full of disbelief in his eyes. The bottle of Mineral Water he just opened spilt onto his leg, but he didn’t seem to feel it.

At this moment.

He was bewildered.

Am I dreaming?

If not.

How did Dorne end up on the news, getting beaten up in the street? In the footage, punch after punch made Dorne scream, with no image or aura of an international thief leader.

Ugh!

Could it be.

I am really dreaming?

He looked down.

“Ah!”

His leg was wet, and with the air conditioning, a chilly sensation reached his mind, confirming for the team leader that it wasn’t a dream, and indeed, Dorne was beaten by a huge burly figure into a pig-headed shininess.

The scene.

“Ouch!”

The team leader winced, feeling pain just watching.

Speaking of.

It’s only been half a day, what did he miss?

Steal a wallet?

Laughable.

Who is Dorne, a top-tier thief, impossible, but it happened. The more he watched, the more he wanted to laugh. A big thief beaten in the street for pickpocketing and ending up like this.

Wonderful.

So wonderful, an exuberant delight.

Hahaha!

Dorne’s day has come, considering Dorne committed many crimes but had no evidence, nothing could be done. Even when there was evidence, he was protected by big figures. As an official force, he was also displeased.

But his status was low.

Displeased.

He could only bury it inside.

Now.

Seeing the villain punished, even if he wasn’t caught, it was still quite gratifying. This video would probably become the biggest stain in Dorne’s life, unerasable.

“Haha!”

The team leader laughed out loud!

No way.

He had to save it, often pull it out to watch. The hotel was well-equipped, with mid-level computers and a high-speed Internet; he soon found the video download source and clicked download.

“Tonight.”

“I’ll definitely have a good sleep.”

…

Hotel.

At this moment.

Dorne was dazed; his barely calmed mood worsened to the extreme. Unexpectedly, really unexpectedly, such a thing actually made it to Burmese TV, with many viewers.

Now.

It couldn’t be concealed anymore.

Ha!

Thief.

Ha!

Enthusiastic public!

Ha!

Burmese.

Dorne’s grievances nearly soared to the heavens, but he couldn’t fully vent, could only talk to the air. This unwarranted disaster felt like a heavy punch, knocking him down unable to stand.

Defend?

Who would believe it.

Bystanders didn’t care about the truth, only the excitement.

Clearly.

He became a spectacle; even if the interest only lasted today, three days later people might forget, but for him, it’s imprinted in memory, unerasable.

I’m… so angry!

The more he thought.

The angrier he got.

Gripping the remote control.

“Whoosh!”

He flung it out directly.

“Crack!”

The TV screen shattered, yet Dorne didn’t care. It’s just money, no big deal. Seeing the ashtray by his hand, he picked it up and threw it with force, it directly smashed through.

Hmm.

Now this.

Felt a bit satisfying.

Ten minutes later.

“Name!”

“Mousse Deneil.” Dorne, with a desolate expression, replied to the interrogator’s question, sitting on a cold bench, with cold handcuffs on his hands, his heart chilled!

Who am I?

Where am I?

What did I do?

Right.

For damaging hotel property and having rather vile behavior, suspected to have some mental tendencies, the hotel called the police. In just one day, he entered the station for the third time.

As for why the hotel security came up.

Asking.

It turns out the TV had a sensor, simple damage wouldn’t trigger an alarm, but something like an ashtray smashing through it would trigger it immediately. Dorne didn’t expect such a hidden functionality.

Damn.

Is God playing a joke on him?

Now.

It’s not just about paying for damages, but he’s deemed to have violent tendencies, potentially endangering other guests, so he couldn’t stay at the hotel, spending the night here instead.

Tomorrow.

The Public Security Bureau will send him to the airport.

“Age.”

“Forty-six.”

“Occupation.”

“…”

Dorne answered mechanically, his mood utterly destroyed.

Wanting to be quiet.

After the questions.

He was placed in a room, a hard bed, no TV, no computer; everything seemed to mock him. Dorne wanted to smash the place, but didn’t dare for fear of being detained.

In that case.

Being deported would be even more annoying.

“Just wait.”

“One day, I’ll settle this score with you.” Dorne gritted his teeth; all this he blamed on the Public Security Bureau’s overreaction. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been in trouble three times.

Humiliation!

…

Two days later.

“What?”

In Napidu.

At the U.S. embassy, Bluem looked at a document from the Burmese side detailing the deportation of a US citizen. It enumerated in detail the unlawful acts of someone named Mousse.

First, trespassing non-exhibition areas of the museum, fined one thousand Asia Dollars.

Second, street theft, apology to the victim, made the news.

Third, damaging hotel facilities, suspected of violent tendencies, detained.

Fourth, attacking public security bureau officers that evening, detained.

In summary.

The Burmese side requested deportation and a lifetime ban from entry. After reading, Bluem snorted, this fool, committing four crimes in one day, really talented at embarrassing us, keeping him here is truly disgraceful.

“Approved!”

Swish, swish!

Bluem signed.

Hmph!

Teach your hands a lesson.

Serves you right!

That’s it!

Damn.

You keep stirring up trouble for me, those useless agents always make me fetch people, what a disgrace, now dealing with you who enters jail three times, committing four crimes, am I really that idle?

Get out.

Get back to the United States and cause trouble there.

At first.

Coming to Myanmar.

Bluem was quite ambitious, thinking his predecessor Annesley was incompetent. Only upon arriving did he understand how deep the waters are. Now, much like his predecessor, living like a salted fish.

A week has passed.

Idle.

The only international-related work encountered was a US citizen being deported; how frustrating. If listing this in the annual report, wouldn’t it be contemptible as trash?

Life.

Is hard.

By the way.

Tomorrow is March first.

-Oasis

-Modulation Solution.

The new annual quota sale, and the Burmese side invited him along, why ’along’, because they didn’t invite him to speak, nor did even a public relations person ever come here.

Other countries.

Like Saudi.

-Entertain guests.

-Tourism.

-Gifts.

Although they only spent small money, without rebates, compared to his pathetic state, it’s much better. He really didn’t know what gave the Burmese the confidence to ignore the United States’ stance.