The years when I was deceived into northern Myanmar

"Hey, I understand."

At a second-hand car dealership, Lao Ciangqiang was still holding a package in his hand when he saw the man with a paralyzed face in the office upstairs.

"He came from Mengbo. He is very fierce. It is said that just half a year after leaving Mengbo, the local market was wiped out..."

Facial paralysis asked in confusion: "Then why did he come to Bangkang?"

"You have to ask me about this." The old smoker took the pipe pot and lit a pack of cigarettes and said: "Since our Bangkang has developed to a level that is envied by the people around us, haven't the people around us been running here all the time? How about Meng Bo?" What business is left?”

"Besides, the Eastern Shan State is so stupid that they sell war bonds wherever they go. Isn't this kind of shady business the meat on their chopping block?"

"I'm thinking that this guy named Jiao couldn't survive in Mengbo. As a last resort, he took his brothers to Bangkang to start a new business."

"I heard that their products are quite pure, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sweep them all over Mengbo..."

Regarding the purity of the product, Faian Peng had never convinced anyone before and said disdainfully: "How can it be purer than our previous products?"

The old smoker agreed very much and said: "That can't be done."

Everyone agrees that the purity of Wa products is among the best in Southeast Asia, and the old smoker will naturally not refute it.

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He put the canvas bag in his hand on the desk, stretched out his hand to unzip it, and put the firearms inside one by one.

"Double-barreled hunting machine with a sawed-off muzzle... Face paralysis, when you use it with your brothers, you must make it clear that the person holding this thing must stand in the front row, otherwise after the sawed-off muzzle of this thing, it will spread to the surface thieves Don’t hurt your own people.”

"The old AK with the modified magazine capacity was stolen from me when I was in Meng Neng. I hid it secretly."

Mian Peng looked at Lao Yanqiang and cursed: "You're so damn clever. It turned out that these things were thrown in piles at my night show. Then my father took them all away with just one word, leaving me to do something. It’s not convenient.”

"We are different. You just stay in the city, and I have to go to the border." Lao Yanqiang explained for himself: "But then again, since my father banned guns, the entire Wa State except Those Wa people in the mountainous area still have guys, but it’s really hard to deal with them in other places.”

"Here, Glock 17, even this thing is considered a cool item now. It turns out that in Meng Neng, these things are everywhere."

After thinking for a long time, the old smoker finally took out another "bald-tail" striker shotgun from the canvas bag, and then he was no longer stingy and took out two boxes of 12-caliber shotguns from the bag, and said: "Facial paralysis. , for us brothers, it doesn’t matter if anything happens in Bangkang, as long as my father is still here as the emperor."

"But there is a premise, that is, no matter what the situation, you must save your life first."

He lowered his voice and said: "If you encounter any danger, don't worry about your face. Just run away. If it really doesn't work anymore, can't we still go to my office and cry? I will send someone out by then." It’s the army…”

"Go away, you damn kid..." Mian Peng made Lao Yanqiang laugh and scolded: "At that time, you two can directly ask me to send troops, why do you need to draw a circle and throw it in for me?"

Lao Yanqiang said righteously: "Can it be the same? We trouble you with everything, and why are you messing around? What Yutou wants is face. You have worked hard for a long time, and there is nothing wrong with you. What's more, there is a thousand dollars sitting here. Ten thousand."

What can you say about facial paralysis?
You said that what you gave was money, but what we gave was life?
But they didn’t fool you, right? The price is clearly stated on the table. If you think it's inappropriate, why don't you make a fuss? If you agree, then say it's someone else who caused the trouble...that's not how things are done.

The facial paralysis person, like all those Jianghu people who are not smart, said in his heart: "Fuck you, people's fate is destined, wealth and honor are found in danger, people are hanging on the rope, no matter what they love, what will happen?" Let's go!" "It's time for us to get rich and we can come back no matter what. It's time for us to die. Maybe we will have a heart attack and die on the street tomorrow just after we hit the street."

The old smoker put on the guy one by one, and finally filled the table with force. Then he zipped the entire canvas bag to the bottom, and inside were two layers of red bills: "This five hundred thousand is my personal belongings." How about taking it out to support the brothers? Is it interesting?"

The paralyzed face rolled his eyelids and asked: "Why don't Yutou give one million to my brothers and let you turn it into five hundred thousand?"

"Fart." Old Smoker scolded: "Am I just short of your money?"

Standing on the second floor with a paralyzed face, he glanced downstairs and reached out to knock on the window glass. When two "boom" sounds came out, the five or six little brothers who had fallen behind trotted from downstairs and appeared at the door.

"This is what Lao Yanqiang gave you." He handed the money out of the bag without touching any of it, and gave it all away.

This group of young men came over quickly, each of them pinched a bunch and put them into their pockets. They opened their mouths and cursed: "You all have such long mouths? You don't know how to thank me!"

This group of young men, who were just in their early twenties, turned to Lao Yanqiang and nodded and said: "Thank you, Brother Qiang."

"Two bitches." The paralyzed man was still cursing.

Lao Yanqiang understood clearly that this was because Fang Pian was unhappy. What he was unhappy about was not that he and Yutou were drawing him in a circle, but that he was so poor that he had to suffer even though he knew he was being drawn in a circle.

Lao Yanqiang waved his hand: "I also found out the address. The eldest brother of this group is named Jiao, and he lives in a cave by the river outside the city."

"Are you sure?" Facial Paralysis asked cautiously.

The old smoker took a puff of his pipe and pot: "Yes, what I asked Haika to inquire about was the news from the Wa people."

"There are not many people in this group, there are about ten in total, but the guys in their hands are firing continuously. It seems that they are well prepared. You have to be careful."

"In a moment, I'll keep someone here for you. If you're ready, just say something and I'll have someone send you there." Lao Yanqiang pointed his finger: "Don't make too much noise. Come back as soon as you're done."

"I have other things to do, I'll leave first."

After that, the old smoker left. If he stayed any longer, he would be embarrassed. No one wants to be warm to the cold butt.

He was paralyzed upstairs and watched the old smoker leave. Then he turned around and walked towards the safe as big as a wardrobe behind him. After opening the safe, there was a dazzling array of various weapons inside...

He took out the firearms one by one, and finally, after thinking again and again, he pulled out a hidden 40-fire rocket launcher, and very carefully took out two shells, and cursed: "You are so fucking evil. "

With his face paralyzed and half of his face still, the guy who brought the old smoker with his weapon put it on the table and said: "Call all our people back and set off tonight."

The younger brother in the room didn't dare to make a sound and nodded silently.

The expressions on everyone's faces were dull and confused, as if they were seeing the real world for the first time after leaving the country. (End of chapter)