Wang Jian also knew that no one had a better idea now, so he kicked the suitcase under his feet: "Those who treat us well, the money in this suitcase will be used as food expenses. However, I have to say something ugly in front of you. If a person dies in Daozhai, there are at least several hundred people in Daozhai buried with him."
Old Dao Ye glared at Wang Jian. He was a man with an ordinary appearance and a short stature. He was the kind of man who would not be found in a crowd. But his eyes were bright, like a wild beast hunting at night.
He silently pulled out a pistol from his body and pulled the trigger repeatedly on Wang Jian.
After finishing the bullets in the magazine, Wang Jian did not take a step back, his face remained calm and composed, without even a hint of fear. This is an iron-blooded veteran who dares to fall asleep to the sounds of gunfire and wallow in the battlefield of life and death.
"Who are you!"
Fan Tong smiled slightly: "His name is Wang Jian, and my name is Fan Tong. In northern Myanmar, people like to call us the cheap gun gods."
This name is a bit awkward. Chen Lu pursed her lips and smiled, but when she saw Old Dao Ye and Bald Dao Zhen, her eyes almost popped out of her head.
The bald-headed swordsman shouted loudly: "Pan Lu seduces the soul, impermanence kills, and is the worst gun god among cheap gun gods."
Wang Jian smiled shyly: "I didn't expect Old Master Dao and the Young Patriarch to have heard of our names."
The old swordsman looked at everyone again. He knew very well that Lu Pan seduces people, impermanence kills, and the cheap gunman is not a gangster. The four of them are real Chinese soldiers.
When I think of Wu Zhi crossing the border to save people, my heart feels cold.
Damn it, which god did this offend?
Wang Jian asked with a smile; "Can you guarantee people's survival?"
Old Dao Ye gritted his teeth. This sentence sounded like a joke, but the threat was very serious.
And he also knew that what these four professional soldiers were best at was jungle hunting.
As a people born and raised in the mountains, everyone is the best jungle hunter, and the thing they are least afraid of is fighting in the mountains.
However, compared with professional soldiers who have special equipment and have received special training, they still pale into insignificance.
The most important thing is that they are Chinese border troops.
The Kachin and Kokang ethnic groups have offended Chinese officials and have become a group of beggars carrying golden rice bowls.
The Daozhai dare to occupy the mountains in northern Myanmar and become kings, and do some dirty things, because they can retreat to the territory of China at any time.
The cheap gun god directly revealed his identity to threaten them.
In northern Myanmar, we can hunt you unscrupulously. In China, we also have methods to prevent you from entering the country.
Now Daozhai has become a piece of fish on a chopping board. I can chop it how I want.
"I can guarantee it!" Lao Daoye gasped for breath. He was completely embarrassed by being threatened like this in his own village.
However, he really didn't dare to order these people to be chopped into meat paste...
"Let's go!" Seeing Wang Jian nodding to him, Qi Yu stood up and left first.
Although this time he returned in vain, it was not in vain. At least he knew the other party's bottom line.
Halfway through the car, Wang Jian stopped the car and gave up the driver's seat to Chen Lu. Fan Tong got out of the car carrying a long suitcase on his back, and the two quickly disappeared into the mountains and forests.
In a stilted building in Daozhai, Mu Jiajun put down his telescope.
The bodyguard in black suit said quickly: "General manager, the few Chaoshan people who came to Daozhai to redeem their people just now seemed to have had a conflict with Mr. Dao. It seemed that Mr. Dao even fired. However, they left a suitcase behind. money."
"Old Dao is an old fox to begin with, and now he doesn't want to offend either side." Mu Jiajun said coldly, "Therefore, he placed the battlefield at home."
Now he also has a headache. No matter how powerful the Mu family is in Yun Province, they can't control the border troops. This also means that he doesn't know where the order from Wuzhi to cross the border to rescue people comes from.
If we don’t know who issued this military order, we have no way of knowing which great god took action.
I saw Mr. Dao slowly walking over with a hookah in his hand.
Mu Jiajun quickly went downstairs and greeted him: "Old Dao Master!"
"Young Master of the Mu family, things are a bit difficult!" Old Master Dao said with a sad face: "There are active-duty soldiers who followed the Chaoshan people to Dao Village to redeem their people."
Mu Jiajun's heart seemed to be grabbed by someone, and he almost stopped beating. He lost his voice and said, "Active soldier."
"Yeah!" Mr. Dao put the jade cigarette holder into his mouth and took two strong puffs. The hookah made a purring sound like a dove.
Mu Jiajun gritted his teeth: "Then we can't hand over Wang Zhongyang to them."
"What will happen to Dao Village if we don't hand it over to them?" Old Dao Ye asked with a sideways glance.
"If Wang Zhongyang dies, it will be murder and swindling at best!" Mu Jiajun calmly analyzed for him: "But if I die, no one will help you contact Zhu Longtai."
Lao Daoye's eyes flashed. The two pillar industries in northern Myanmar are stone gambling and white powder. Now there is another one, which is fake gold from the Golden Triangle.
Betting on stones requires skills. No matter how good the stone is, Daozhai can only ask for an exorbitant price. People will pay back the money on the spot, but they don't know the true value of the stone.
Although the Golden Triangle does not produce gambling stones, it does produce white powder and fake gold that are more profitable.
Therefore, Zhu Longtai is very rich.
However, in the face of the economic blockade imposed by the government forces and China, the living environment of Zhu Longtai's troops became extremely difficult.
"Can you really contact Zhu Longtai?"
"Don't forget, the Mu family chose Mu Tianbo to accompany Zhu Youlang in the disaster."
Old Dao Ye nodded.
"Zhu Longtai has contacted my father, hoping to exchange white powder and fake gold for supplies." Mu Jiajun considered the words: "However, the road from Lashio to Muse is all in the hands of the white fox. The only way is to take the mountain road. My father asked I came to Daozhai just to make this money together."
For others, it is very difficult for large quantities of materials to cross the border.
The only ones who can accomplish such a thing are the caravan and the knife village.
The caravan is professional, but unfortunately, it has been targeted by Chinese officials and they dare not move.
Although Daozhai is not professional, he is currently the best candidate.
The old village of Daozhai is within the territory of China. Returning to China means going home. Daozhai is just a place where they make a living.
The most important thing is that Cunning Tiger is different from Mao Liang.
When Maoliang was alive, he often provided information about merchants to Daozhai, making it easier for them to rob.
However, it is an impossible task to lure the three Cunning Tiger brothers and sisters into the water.
But now, Daozhai has been exposed under Bai Hu's nose.
With the white fox's temperament, he would not allow others to sleep soundly on the side of the bed.
Sooner or later she will wipe out the sword village.
Old Dao Ye nodded: "Exchange supplies for white powder and fake gold. This business can be done."
"Then Master Dao, can I take Wang Zhongyang away?"
Old Dao thought for a while: "You'd better wait for two days and wait until your father finds this great god before making a decision."
