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Urava district is a slum located northeast of Bogo. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoOriginally an indigenous village nestled deep in the rainforest, it has expanded with the expansion of the urban area of Bogo. The indigenous village was inadvertently turned into an urban village, but due to the clash of cultural practices, the indigenous crops and imported goods were sold here, rather than goods from other parts of Myanmar.

Because of this, Urava gradually became a distribution center for black market goods, and the environment here was extremely simple and harsh, and life was extremely difficult, so the indigenous population of the original village gradually decreased, and even moved out of this ghost place, and the rest of the people were either black market dealers or gangs stationed here to eat red bastards.

Naturally, in the village of Urava, no law will work, simple, specific, whoever has the big fist is the rule!

Every year, when it comes to the southern metropolis of Yangon, the jade exchange season, it is also the most frequent time for black market transactions in Urawa District, and people from all over the world and colors come here to sell high and buy low.

Although most of these outsiders are vicious, they act domineeringly, and even kill people at every turn. But they all have bulging pockets and generous hands, and as long as they serve well, they will not hesitate to reward, so the locals are not disgusted and greet each other with a smile. Moreover, in the face of the constant inflow of capital, the original primitive tribal buildings of Urava had changed in a matter of days, and the access road in and out of Urava had been changed from a single lane to a curb, which had to be met with extreme care and slowness, and now this single lane has been expanded into a two-lane dirt road.

As for the accommodation, it is the best place in the area, although it is not as luxurious and luxurious as the presidential suite of the Four Seasons Hotel outside, but it is not as pickled as a pigsty, and all the sunny rooms are fresh and cool. Yes, although it is only early spring in mainland China, Bogu is close to the tropics, and the temperature is in the twenties, but even the air is filled with a sense of irritability.

Yang Tang was instigated by the owner of the tricycle, and really followed him into Urava.

"It's almost there, just hang the gourd in front of you......" The owner of the car slowed down and introduced, Yang Tang followed the direction of his mouth, and sure enough, he saw a store not far from the road ahead with a string of huge gourds hanging as a signboard, but the smell of blood wafting from the wind made him frown.

"Squeak-"

The three-wheeled truck stopped in front of the gourd shop, and the owner of a car who was about to turn over and get out of the car was frightened by the situation in the store, because the store was surrounded by many locals with machetes, cutting the last few jobs in the shop.

Yang Tang jumped out of the car, raised his eyebrows and said, "Wow, what's the situation, Boss Che, don't you want to introduce this store to me?" He didn't speak loudly, but it was enough to attract the attention of the thugs in the store.

Sure enough, the two local black skins closest to the door turned around, glared at Yang Tang viciously, and then locked on to the owner.

"Don't, don't kill me......" The owner hurriedly waved his hand, and then started the tricycle vigorously, trying to escape. But I don't know what went wrong, and the tricycle was not restarted.

And two machetes have arrived.

A knife slashed at the owner's right wrist.

Another knife was slashed on the owner's shoulder blade.

Then the two black skins, one by one, hacked the owner to death in front of Yang Tang's eyes.

One of them turned around and sneered at Yang Tang: "Don't be afraid, we just grab the territory, don't cut down outsiders!"

Yang Tang pursed his lips and said, "Why don't you use guns to grab land?" I'm here to buy guns. ”

The black skin was stunned for a moment, and replied: "Guns are easy to injure you outsiders by mistake, and it is forbidden to grab land." ”

Yang Tang suddenly said, I am afraid that similar incidents have happened before, which has led to a large-scale fire fight between outsiders and locals, which has led to serious consequences, so these local black skins will converge to such a point.

However, Yang Tang's desire to buy weapons was temporarily frustrated, and it was impossible for him to stay in this flesh-and-blood store until the other party cleaned up before buying something, right?

So, he walked straight away.

Seeing this, the two black skins couldn't help but beckon: "Outsiders, the things you outsiders sell are not kind, it's better to buy the things sold by our locals......

Yang Tang has gone far.

After finding a fairly clean hotel and settling down, Yang Tang casually wandered along the street, and from time to time looked into the shops on the street, hoping to discover the black market arms trade.

It's a pity that "you stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people who watch the scenery look at you in the store", Yang Tang's face swayed on the street, how could those shady transactions be exposed in front of his eyes.

Fortunately, before the car arrives at the mountain, there must be a road boat to the bridge, and when he walked through a street corner, Yang Tang found a smoky bar, and walked in.

The light in the bar was not dim, but the music was so loud that it was like war, and the earwax was about to be shaken off.

This is not the worst, the bad thing is that the people who come to the bar more or less know a few local or foreign brokers, in short, they know the roots, but as soon as Yang Tang's face appeared in this life, everyone's eyes were focused, looking at him like a giant panda.

Yang Tang ignored all the eyes, came to the bar, inadvertently glanced at the Remington M870 loose (shotgun) shotgun placed in the cupboard, and said to the bartender: "Have a glass of vodka, add ice!"

The bartender, a local black skin, bared his white teeth and smiled lightly, "I'm sorry, but the wine here is not sold to the Boy Scouts!"

The people around laughed.

Yang Tang was stunned for a moment, and then said loudly in authentic local dialect: "Whether I am a boy scout or not, I have to ask your mother to find out ......"

When the people around heard Yang Tang's answer, they laughed even more unscrupulously.

"Looking for death..."

The black-skinned bartender's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, and he picked up the wine bottle on the bar and smashed it at Yang Tang's head.

Yang Tang didn't dodge or dodge, his fingers were like knives, and he also cut off the bartender's head.

I have to say that with Yang Tang's current strength, it won't take more than a minute to slaughter the entire bar, so just now when he entered the bar, he saw that everyone looked at him with the eyes of a giant panda, and a crazy idea suddenly popped up in his mind, why do you need to buy any black market weapons, directly kill the people here, and snatch the weapons they carry...... He thought about it, and then looked closely, and soon found that at least one of every two people in the bar was carrying a weapon, both cold and hot, and it was simply a mobile armory.

In fact, Yang Tang's idea is not wrong, in this kind of place known as a black market village, the size of the fist is the first criterion to measure the truth. As for the legal society, it is a beautiful vision that can only be realized where the people's democratic "dictatorship" can be enveloped. For example, the legal system construction in China's major first-tier cities is quite good, but if a team of scholars from Shenhai enters the Taklamakan Desert to investigate, a team of dozens of people enters, and finally one person returns, he himself argues that he was lucky and survived the sandstorm, and the rest of the people don't know where they were blown away, but can others not without malice wonder whether this person killed the rest of his teammates one by one and buried them in the desert, I'm afraid no one can say!

Because of this, it is normal for Yang Tang to suddenly become murderous, after all, the people who dare to come to Urawa are all heroes who lick blood from the knife edge, and no one has less blood on their hands, so it is normal for "people to kill and be killed".

That's what it is.

"Smack!"

The wine bottle thrown by the bartender hit Yang Tang's left forehead, shattered into a mess, and the wine splashed everywhere, but Yang Tang's whole person and even his cervical spine did not move at all.

Meantime...

Yang Tang slashed the bartender's cheek with a knife.

The next second.

The head above the tip of the bartender's nose is suddenly separated from the lower end, and the blood mist sprays out in a spectacular way.

The few people closest to Yang Tang were stunned in an instant, one by two froze in place, wanting to move but finding that they were out of strength, and wanting to scream but finding that they couldn't breathe......

Especially the bald head next to him, he had a Glock Seven pinned to his lower abdomen, and at the same time that Yang Tang hacked the bartender to death, his other hand had already reached over to open the safety of Glock Qi, and he also pulled the trigger with his hand.

"Bang!"

The creature jumped up with his crotch in his arms, and then landed, curling up and rolling around, mainly because the balls on one side of him were destroyed by the bullets.

And Yang Tang had an extra Glock in his hand that was almost full of magazines, and suddenly, in addition to the music still vibrating, the entire bar was silent, and the sound of people around him gasping was even more one after another.

Yang Tang didn't care so much, before anyone made a sound to interfere with him, he had already carried the bartender's body out of the bar with one hand, and easily took a German-style HKP7 pistol from his waist and pinned it to his waist.

And that's not all.

Throwing the bartender's body aside, Yang Tang went to the bar with a shrinking method, and then smashed the cabinet glass with the butt of a gun, and took out the eighty percent new Remington shotgun and a circle of substitute ammunition.

It was only at this time that the people in the bar came back to their senses from Yang Tang's sudden vicious performance, and the commotion came and went, and there were several companions of the bartender, as well as the bald companions, who gathered around the bar from all around, and one or two of them took out their own short guns or long guns, obviously trying to beat Yang Tang into a hornet's nest.

But at this moment, under the cover of the bar lights, a blue halo spread from Yang Tang's body to the surroundings......

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ps: The tonsils are still inflamed, the voice is hoarse, I was caught by the door when I got off the bus today, and I shouted that I shouldn't be the driver, or someone else helped me get out of trouble, and I was really embarrassed......

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