Wang Jian drove the Land Rover, and Fan Tong sat in the passenger seat.
Ye Qing pressed down the car window and looked at the bustling crowd in Muse City.
There are high-rise buildings in Jiegao, but there are flat and low buildings here. The most gorgeous buildings are temples, casinos and nightclubs.
Accustomed to the prosperity of the mainland, Muse City looks like a small county in a mountainous area.
But Muse City is the most prosperous, lively and dynamic city in northern Myanmar.
Ye Qing thought of Wang Gui and suddenly sighed: "I never understood that the purpose of informing Wang Gui was to let him escape by plane. I don't know why he returned to Muse."
Wang Jian turned his head and glanced at Fan Tong, curled his lips and said nothing.
Fan Tong said sarcastically: "Master, although you have stayed in Delong for a while, you have never been to northern Myanmar and don't know much about it.
Myanmar's ethnic minorities are all concentrated in northern Myanmar. Each ethnic minority has its own armed forces. There are more than a hundred in total, large and small.
The military government and these local armed forces have been hostile to each other and opened fire, which has also caused chaos in this place. "
Ye Qing was a little confused: "What exactly do you want to say."
Fan Tong looked at him seriously: "It is precisely because the situation in northern Myanmar is complicated and only Mandalay and Lashio have airports.
Therefore, there is a very strange rule in northern Myanmar.
Those who enter northern Myanmar by plane must also take a plane when leaving here.
Those who enter northern Myanmar from Muse City must also return home from Muse City.
Otherwise, if they are caught by ethnic minority armed forces, they will either be shot or taken to work as miners. "
"I..." Ye Qing was stunned.
"If I want to develop in northern Myanmar, I must have a deep understanding of northern Myanmar,"
Ye Qing didn't know anything about Myanmar, but compared to old people like Wang Jian and Fan Tong, he was still far behind.
When Myanmar first became independent, the Kachin, Kokang, Karen and other ethnic minority armed forces were also an important part of the government army.
However, the four major families took control of the government through a coup, and the ethnic minority armed forces launched a long military confrontation with the military government that illegally came to power.
This is true for the Kokang Alliance Army, Kachin Independence Army, etc.
Government troops package themselves as saviors who save the country from crisis.
Moreover, it does not recognize the Burmese identity of the Kokang, Kachin and other ethnic minorities, and once wanted to exterminate them.
Now Wang Jian and Fan Tong both knew what Ye Qing was doing.
Although the crane and the clam compete for the fisherman's profit, it is still a chestnut in the fire.
Kachin veteran Sanchi is the logistics minister of the Kachin Independence Army
Chen Juncai is lurking in Lao Cai Market, although he wants to find his father and take revenge.
But in the eyes of others, he is dad's confidant.
Plus his relationship with the three Ciaohu siblings.
The relationship is complicated and makes people worry about him. If you are not careful, you will be playing with fire and burning yourself.
Therefore, the two brothers gave a tactful reminder.
As long as Ye Qing has concerns in his mind, they don't need to worry about it.
This young master's tactics are a hundred times better than theirs.
Muse City has only six main streets: Hemeng, Gangnan, Market, South Street, Christian Street and North Street.
As soon as the car turned into North Street, I found that this street was crowded with merchants and crowded with people.
Ye Qing and Fan Tong got out of the car, and Wang Jian followed them from a distance in a Range Rover.
Now the trunk of this car is a small arsenal, and Wang Jian does not dare to leave the car at all.
Ye Qing held his cell phone and glanced at it from time to time, but he didn't see the old Kachin thief calling.
But he knew that the old Kachin thieves would definitely send people to follow them.
Sure enough, not long after, a young man from northern Myanmar riding a motorcycle approached.
"Young master of the Ye family!"
Ye Qing nodded.
The young man from northern Myanmar took a look at Fan Tong and found that there was really nothing surprising about him.
He was not tall, had an ordinary appearance, and his eyes were calm without any murderous intent. He did not take him to heart: "It's Mr. Sanji. He asked me to greet the young master."
"There is another car behind us!" Ye Qing pointed to the Land Rover following behind.
The young man from northern Myanmar nodded: "I saw it, come with me!"
He was riding a motorcycle, slowing down and weaving in and out of the crowd.
Ye Qing and Fan Tong followed behind and gradually left the downtown area. The crowds became smaller and the Land Rover could drive slowly.
Ye Qing and Fan Tong were about to get in the car when suddenly, a bright light flashed in an alley and disappeared in a flash.
Ye Qing stopped and Wang Jian drove a Land Rover in front of the two of them.
The young man riding a motorcycle didn't leave when he saw the car stopped, so he circled back and said, "Young Master Ye, why don't you leave?"
Ye Qing looked at the alley: "They are your people!"
The young man from northern Myanmar quickly explained: "Sir Sanchi said that the young master of the Ye family is a distinguished guest and there is no need to use these small tricks.
I chose North Street to meet me because the people here are Burmese Chinese and it is relatively safe. "
Ye Qing nodded and was about to get in the car when he suddenly noticed a few figures moving in the dark alley and heard a girl yelling angrily.
"Wang Xue, if you want to know what's going on, come with us to avoid suffering any physical pain."
"Who are you and why do you know my name?"
Ye Qing originally thought that it was just an ordinary fight, or that he lost money and wanted to escape, but was blocked by people from the casino. This kind of thing was extremely common in Muse City.
But Wang Xue...
Ye Qing waved his hand to the young man from northern Myanmar, and walked in close to the wall with Fan Tong.
"Get away!" A waist knife struck him in the head.
A tall and slender girl rushed over and raised the knife in her hand.
"Cang!" With a sound, he blocked the waist knife that was attacking Ye Qing, and then shouted: "Quickly leave, you have nothing to do here."
Ye Qing's eyes were different from ordinary people's. Even in low light, he could see this girl clearly.
The young girl wears a ponytail that flies briskly as her body bounces, and her figure is tall
The black tank top couldn't cover her turbulent waves, and she wore a pair of tight blue jeans underneath, which highlighted her beautiful legs.
The two short knives in his hands used the eight-cut technique of Wing Chun.
The one who struck Ye Qing first was obviously the one with the best martial arts skills.
Although he was blocked by the woman's short sword, he rolled forward and a sword from his waist struck out with a flash of snow and slashed towards his legs.
Ye Qing glanced at him lightly and quickly took two steps back so that the knife in his hand could not reach him.
The Type 92 equipped with a silencer had already aimed at his head and pulled the trigger.
"Poof!" The bullet hit him accurately between the eyebrows.
When the bullet passed through the silencer, the sound it made was too small. It was as small as someone spitting, and it didn't attract anyone's attention at all.
Ye Qing shot and killed, and Fan Tong had quietly dragged his body into the shadows.
