Meng Neng, shanty town.
Police Chief Haika was talking to Naha inside the cordon. When they came to the question, the two looked at each other and smiled bitterly.
They were talking about Brea.
"Who doesn't envy him?" This is what the Wa leader said. After saying this, he still crushed the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground a few times: "I envy him too."
"In the past, he was Lao Qiao's 'Second General Humph', but now he is Master Xu's brother. We have to work so damn hard all day long, and we have to protect him like a child. Damn it."
Naha lowered his head and blew out the smoke: "No, it feels so damn good to have someone protecting you."
He raised his head and said: "Man, I don't have that big ambition. I don't think you have to be a king of men and a landowner. If you can find someone who is willing to protect us, even if it's Even if you donate your brain and treat it like a knife in someone else's hand, I can recognize it."
"I'll think about it." After Banbula's explicit advice and the hint from his subordinate Naha, the Wa leader never revealed his true thoughts. Instead, he said to Naha: "Go and talk to that person." Young Master, please explain our plan so that nothing goes wrong soon."
"Okay." Naha walked over.
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The real life of Meng Neng people is not in high-rise buildings, but in the shantytowns in the county.
A shanty town is not actually a district, but a residential area built of wooden planks in an area. The most magnificent building here is the courtyard of the Wa leader's house. For them, this is the real Meng Neng.
As for the chaos caused by the Meng Neng development, in addition to the chaos in the market and the increase in the number of businessmen, what is even more chaotic is actually the shantytowns.
The population here is increasing by an incomprehensible amount almost every day. There is no need to apply to the government for newly built wooden houses. There is no so-called "illegal construction" in the minds of the Wa people. They just extend all the way to the edge of the city.
Rich people will spend some money to buy houses close to the city, while poor people will use their identity as the Wa people to buy four boxes of gifts to visit the leaders of the Wa people and the big families in the clan. After getting their approval, they can go to the places where the Wa people gather. Build your own house around it.
What?
Cost of purchasing land?
The Wa leader will take care of it. Besides, the soup noodles are replaced with fried noodles. How much does it cost?
Their repayment to the leader is that when the leader needs someone, you have no right to refuse. For example, when the leader promised to give Menneng a thousand strong troops in total, there were almost no old Wa residents living in Menneng, and all the new Wa people were thrown out.
When the leader needs information, all the Wa people will go to the streets without pay and ask from door to door as fellow villagers.
You must know that they charge a fee to act as spies for the park, and they will only report what they see and hear. But if they act as spies for the Wa leader, they will put in the greatest effort, and they will go out to inquire about those who cannot be seen, and they will not take any money.
Over time, they formed their own power, and their relationship with the Menneng government was a bit like the black community managed by the white people in Yingjiang. They have their own rules and they just cooperate with you on the surface.
Of course, they also have objects of envy in their eyes.
Just like Yang Rong, who can walk sideways in Meng Neng in military uniform, Burea, who does not lead many soldiers but is highly admired in his military career, and the Wa leader who has become the chief of the police and actually controls the entire Wa shantytown. .
Here, almost all Wa men want to be like them; but Wa women always hold their mobile phones and hope to meet a few men from the East on the software.
"Why."
Under the sun, a dark-skinned girl wearing a shabby cloth shirt was sitting under the eaves of her house, playing with her mobile phone. What was sitting under her butt was not a bench, but a stone picked up casually.
When the girl looked away, the first thing she saw was a pair of military boots. These were very common in shantytowns. Being with such a man would be a bit imposing at best, but there would never be any practical benefits, so the girl didn't do much. Take it seriously.
Looking up again, I saw a military uniform that looked similar to usual...
The Wa girl curled her lips. She didn't like being approached by such men. They neither knew how to talk nicely nor could they take out a lot of money from their pockets.
"Go back to the house and don't come out if you hear any noise."
You can see that face!
The girl stood up immediately!
"Brzea!"
Who lives in the Wa shanty town of Menneng and doesn’t know Bure’a?
He shines like a star...a star in the eyes of all ordinary Wa people.
"Move?"
The girl slowly stood up and walked towards the house, but after entering the house, she opened the window and stuck her head out.
Boureia just walked forward. When a child with runny nose marks ran up from the small alley where only two people could walk side by side, he grabbed the child's clothes and lifted them up, deliberately pretending He scolded with a fierce expression: "Go home!"
"ah!"
The child burst into tears when he was in his hands. The moment he was put down, it felt like a wasp had pricked his butt. He swung his little hands and ran behind Brzea.
"hehe……"
Only then did Burea laugh out loud as he looked at the running figure of the child under the shadow.
It seems that I am finally a little happier.
At this moment, he looked back at the entire alley and saw that no one could be seen anywhere as far as the naked eye could see. He put his hands into his trouser pockets and walked forward while whistling.
It happened that at this time, footsteps could be heard frequently from behind, and a whole team of people in police uniforms rushed in behind him with guns!
At that moment, Bujea unbuttoned his military jacket during the march and threw it on the ground.
After the changed military green tactical vest was exposed, a heavily armed tough man appeared in the sun.
On the tactical vest, four pistol magazines filled with magazines were hung on the abdomen, shock bombs were hung on the edge, and on the other side was a military dagger with blood grooves and serrations, the main one of which could not be stitched.
When such a Boureat appeared at the end of the row of houses, he saw the group of policemen surrounding a house, and then turned around in front of the wooden house. The whole movement was as natural as returning to his own home. Likewise, he raised his hand and pushed towards the door.
The door didn't move, as if it was pinned by something.
Burea took a step back and raised his leg suddenly - touch!
With a kick, the entire door fell down instantly, filling the room with smoke and dust.
Under the sun, dust danced in the light. Brea stepped into the room. His eyes were full of people looking at him in shock. He glanced around with his eyes. There were six in total, no more, no less.
"you……"
After saying a few words, a man who had just woken up pulled out an MP5 from under his body. He held it in one hand and opened fire without even starting a conversation!
Da da da da da!
"Fuck me!"
Burea had no way to avoid or hide. He curled up his neck and raised his shoulders and hit the wooden wall next to him - click!
The whole person jumped up, broke the wooden planks on the wall, and hit the floor of the unoccupied room next door. Looking at the wooden wall again, "Puff, Puff, Puff, Puff" were shot through with countless bullet holes, every time There is light everywhere.
Bujea quickly pulled out his pistol, lay on the ground across the board and pulled the trigger at the location in his memory. The pistol stayed obedient in his hand without even shaking, and he fired continuously.
Bump, bump, bump!
He couldn't see whether he had hit or not, but the roar of the gun suddenly came to his ears at an inappropriate time - nothing!
The wooden planks were directly blown to pieces, and a big hole was blasted out of the good wall, with small bullet holes around it.
Shotgun! !
Bujea stood up on the spot after the gunfire. As soon as he stood up, he hit the door with his shoulder. After breaking the door lock, he rushed out with a fierce force and immediately lowered his upper body.
When the leader of the Wa tribe saw Burea's disgraced face and asked someone to take a bullet out of it, he immediately stretched out his hand in front of his nose to drive away the dust, and asked, "Master, have you had enough fun?"
Burea was furious. Before he could reply, he felt someone appear in his peripheral vision. When he was about to raise his gun to take aim, when he just locked his eyes on that person, he saw only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy holding the gun. The pistol was pointed at his face.
"Record the damn thing!"
Burea cursed angrily.
Naha turned his head and glanced at Haika: "Headman, do you think that if we are like Burea one day, will Mr. Xu also protect us like this?"
The Wa leader responded directly without thinking: "Yes."
"Of course he will..."
Naha continued: "Otherwise we..."
The leader of the Wa tribe put his arm around Naha's shoulders and pulled him into his arms: "But no matter how big Kunpeng's wings are, it's just a place for a baby bird!"
After saying this, the Wa leader loosened his hand as if he noticed something, and said: "Let me think about it again."
Of course he understood why Burea was pushed over, and he also saw that someone wanted to win over him.
But even though he bent his knees so willingly, there was always a place in his heart that felt... dissatisfying! (End of chapter)
