Ye Qing frowned and asked suspiciously: "Why did Maoliang hand over this batch of gold to Jinsha?"
"That villa is actually Abba's secret treasury!" Pang Kun sneered:
"Jinsha is just a vase placed in the open to confuse outsiders. Otherwise, a Kachin bitch is worth a company to protect."
"General Maoliang is the general stationed in Lashio. Why does he have a private treasury?"
"Abba will collect 50% of the taxes from Lashio to the military government, 30% to the family, and only 20% to himself."
Pang Kun said quickly: "Only the toll collected truly belongs to Abba."
Ye Qing nodded. The so-called tolls were actually black money. In this aspect, the three Cunning Tiger brothers were much cleaner than him.
When Bai Hu saw him hanging up the phone, he looked at himself with a strange expression and said coquettishly: "Don't call me stupid!"
Ye Qing knew that the reason why the three Cunning Tiger siblings were poor was because white powder and fake gold were not allowed to cross the border, so there was no black money to collect. He stretched out his hand to hold her slender waist:
"You are the real heroine, you make so many men feel inferior."
Bai Hu rolled her eyes at him delicately: "Does this sentence hurt me or praise me?"
"Of course I am praising you." Ye Qing said sternly: "You are a greedy little woman to begin with, and Brother Greedy Wolf is also a money-making man.
But you are always unmoved by such easy-to-get black money. Even in Muse's casinos and bathing centers, you are not allowed to sell fake gold and white powder.
Being able to stick to my heart and not be fooled by money is the basis for my cooperation with you. "
Bai Hu looked at him in surprise: "What aroused you today."
Ye Qing sighed: "You deserve to be compared with others, and you deserve to be compared with others. Jinsha's appearance and figure are not inferior to yours, but her heart is blacker than black sand."
"Bah!" Bai Hu spat at him angrily: "This sentence means that my heart is not as precious as hers."
Ye Qing laughed loudly: "Those who have been betting on stones with me for such a long time should understand that no matter where the black sand is at the entrance, nine out of ten bets will lead to failure.
But her heart is broken by whoever bets..."
Although the two were talking, they kept staring at the Lashio defenders climbing up from the bottom of the hill. They saw that most of them had already gone up the hillside and had no place to hide.
"Fire!"
In an instant, the Lashio defenders, who had just climbed halfway up, saw a dazzling fiery snake appearing in front of their eyes. There was also the head-numbing rhythmic clicking sound of heavy machine guns.
The moment the gunfire rang out, a blood-curdling howl rang out from the mountainside.
A round of fire from five heavy machine guns took away the lives of hundreds of people.
The remaining enemies lay on the mountainside and began to fight back with AK-47s.
However, the shooting range of 600 meters is still the limit of AK-47. Even if it hits a person, it cannot be fatal.
Even the grenades thrown from the bottom up only blasted deep pits dozens of meters in front of them, causing dust to fly and cover the sky and the earth.
"No, their goal is the manor!" Bai Hu kept observing the enemy's situation with low-light night vision goggles.
Suddenly, I saw a small detachment, which broke away from the Lashio garrison. They used the night as a cover and quickly made a detour towards the villa.
"I'll stop them!" Ye Qing whispered, turned around and left. Wang Xue and seventeen night hunters followed silently.
They are all specially trained killers and assassins. They do not have the blood of a warrior, only the ruthlessness of a wolf.
Especially in the dark night, none of them were wearing night vision goggles, but their eyes were flashing with a cold green light, like wolves quietly watching their prey in the night...
A moment of hand-to-hand combat.
Ye Qing was like a running black panther. The Xiuchun knife filled with zhenqi in his hand drew a streak of white light in the dark night.
The flash of light flashed like lightning in the eyes of the Lashio soldiers, and then flashed past the throat of the enemy at the speed of lightning.
Ye Qing bumped his shoulder, knocking the body away. He jumped forward, and the Xiuchun Knife struck the other enemy's neck with lightning speed, sending his head spinning away.
The two men died without even making a sound.
Ye Qing charged forward, and Wang Xue followed behind with seventeen night hunters, like a pack of wolves hunting in the dark night.
The night was dark, and only the stray bullets gave off a fleeting brilliance. Although it was a small change, in Ye Qing's eyes, the enemy was clearly visible.
For hunters in the night, this little bit of light is the light of killing. Silent fighting and killing with swords make the bloody smell of the battlefield increase exponentially.
However, the enemy's combat power was also extremely amazing. When they were suddenly attacked, they did not flee in panic.
And it automatically breaks down into countless combat groups, using the bayonet on the AK-47 to give a fierce counterattack.
This extraordinary reaction ability and extreme tacit understanding are obviously the result of specially trained soldiers.
Ye Qing also didn't expect that there would be such an elite group among the Lashio defenders.
After a series of attacks and killings, more than fifty people from this elite squad survived.
However, in an instant, five night hunters on our side were injured and withdrew from the battle.
Neither of the two sides bothered to treat their companions, and moved at high speed in the night, under the cover of flowers, trees, and rocks. Shooting at each other.
Grenades were thrown everywhere, followed by deafening explosions and blinding white lights, and the war fell into a stalemate.
Ye Qing stood on a high place and glanced at the Lashio defenders who had escaped from the battle and were running quickly towards this side. Obviously, they wanted to rush into the villa in one go.
A cruel smile appeared on Ye Qing's lips. He was no longer the first brother on the battlefield. The bloody slaughterhouse at the ferry in Menggu Town had made him adapt to the cruelty of the battlefield.
"Wang Jian, Fan Tong!"
Ye Qing called out the name of the sniper hidden five hundred meters away. As soon as the voice sounded, bullets that formed a chain of fire in the night were fired at him.
But the moment Ye Qing called out his name, he was already hiding and running away...
The sharpshooters of the Lashio garrison lurking in the night were opened by two sniper bullets.
Ye Qing's body quickly slid past, and he fired the Ninety-two Style in succession, killing four people in an instant. Then, at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, he lay down in a patch of grass.
In the darkness, four Lashio soldiers came over bent over with assault rifles in their hands.
Ye Qing's body rose up, his strength reaching the limit, and he crashed into the arms of a Lashio soldier without any buffer. The crisp sound of bones breaking came from the flesh and blood.
Ye Qing pushed his arms sideways and smashed the corpse towards the soldiers who were rushing forward. He dwarfed and huddled behind the corpse.
The enemy pulled the trigger without hesitation, and countless bullets were fired into the body, causing the body to fly in the air and tremble one after another.
