I thought that Battalion No. 6 was heavily guarded, and it looked like a military house in the outback, and that it was full of devastation and addicts who smoked Magu, and even that he should be full of small thatched sheds, with only one more luxurious official residence like the presidential palace, but I didn't expect that this place would be a miniature version of Chongzhou City.

Little Buddha smiled calmly: "Keep pace with the times, besides, what is Quincy doing with so much money, isn't it just for enjoyment, what else is more exciting than building a city by yourself and being an emperor?"

"One man built a city!" I was stunned again, and it seemed not an exaggeration to say that Quincy was rich enough to rival the country.

Little Buddha wrinkled his nose and said: "If there is no joint suppression by the governments of Myanmar and Thailand, and a few more years of time for Quincy, he estimates that he can really build a small kingdom." ”

"So crazy?" I felt like my brain was a little out of track, and I never thought that anyone could actually create a small kingdom.

Little Buddha pouted with disdain and sneered: "Generally speaking, Quincy is actually a pig's brain, and he doesn't know how to run it at all, if it weren't for his many subordinates and familiar with the terrain of the Golden Triangle, as long as he hides in the jungle as soon as he is suppressed, I estimate that the grass on the head of this grave will be more than three feet high." ”

"Buddha, you are wrong! If Quincy was really killed, there would never be a grave. Fat Bo, who was driving in front, turned his head and grinned, his fluent Northeast dialect coupled with his exotic appearance, an indescribable sense of joy.

The kidnapper squinted his eyes and sneered: "Lao Fei is right, forcing his henchmen to take drugs, and his wife and children must also take special drugs regularly, for fear that anyone around him will hurt him, I guess this kind of heart-wrenching thing can be done by a big man like Quincy." ”

The abductor's tone was full of coldness, and although he didn't curse a dirty word, he could hear a strong hatred.

"Okay, let's restrain ourselves, woe comes from the mouth!" the little Buddha's face returned to normal, and he waved his hand at a few of his subordinates.

None of us squeaked anymore, and Fat Bo drove the jeep into an old street, and I looked at a few people, and secretly said in my heart that there is a story between these guys and Quincy, especially the little Buddha and the kidnapper, these two people definitely have a grudge against Quincy.

The car drove to the door of a two-story building, and the little Buddha raised his head at me and said: "You are a new recruit, today's harvest has nothing to do with you, just stay in the car and take care of things, if there are people in military uniforms to make trouble, don't argue with them, take down our things, and give them the car." ”

"Understand, Buddha. I nodded sensibly.

When a few of them walked into the attic, I also jumped out of the car, leaned on the front of the car and lit a Chinese cigarette that the little Buddha gave me before the little Buddha, and took a long puff of smoke rings, and calculated in my mind that Quincy had built his territory like a small city, which means that Wang Rong and they are very likely to be here, if I can directly take Wang Rong to do Quincy, what are the chances of success?

While I was in my reverie, seven or eight young men wearing 80-style steel helmets, standard camouflage uniforms, and yellow rubber shoes came up to me.

Without waiting for them to say any nonsense, I directly followed the explanation of the little Buddha, took down a few marching tents and some messy things in the car, and made a "please" gesture towards them, and the seven or eight young men who looked like soldiers climbed into the car one after another and shouted to leave.

"Awesome!" I gave a thumbs up as I looked at their departing backs, and seven or eight people squeezed into the five-seater broken jeep, and the craftsmanship of these guys was about to catch up with those black car drivers in China.

More than 20 minutes later, the little Buddha and his party came out of the attic, when I saw me guarding a lot of things squatting alone on the side of the street to smoke, the old fat and crutches thundered and scolded the mother, the little Buddha and the sixth were quite calm, but the eyes of the two also flashed with strong anger.

"I'm sorry Brother Fo, there were seven or eight people on the other side, and they all had guns on them, so I didn't put up any resistance. "I'm going to tell you the truth, and I'm going to give you a summary of what just happened.

"You're doing the right thing! In the sixth battalion, all of Quincy's soldiers have murder permits, fat bo, you go to find Quincy's quartermaster, buy a car, and by the way, replenish our magazines and dry food, we will wait for you at the old place first, this time it will not be repaired, we will set off tomorrow, after this ticket, I plan to go to Burma to do something, brothers have worked hard. The little Buddha squinted his eyes coldly, threw the small burden in his hand to me and ordered: "Bring things and follow me." ”

"I take so many things alone?" I couldn't accept my new role for a while, and asked with some resentment, this little Buddha's temper is too difficult to figure out, just now he was talking and laughing with me in the car, and now he immediately became my master, and the person with that high-spirited appearance was extremely uncomfortable.

Little Buddha looked at me with a frown: "Otherwise?"

"Forget it, there's too much stuff! I'll help him. The kidnapper smiled and beckoned: "You go first." ”

The little Buddha was not polite, and walked to the street with the sixth child.

"Third son, you don't have to go to your heart, new recruits work harder, this is the rule! You haven't survived in the Golden Triangle, if you stay in this place for three or two years, you will understand how difficult it is for people here to live, if you want to eat well, you either sell your body or your soul. The kidnapper explained with a smile while helping me pack my things.

"It's okay, I just haven't adapted too much to the identity of the little brother. I sniffled and smiled, "I can feel the hardships of the people in the village, but the life of the people in the No. 6 camp seems to be quite good, right?

"Life is good? The kidnapper smiled, that kind of mocking smile: "Most of the people here are Quincy's toys, they want to eat and drink enough to see how Quincy feels today, except for a few people and forces, everyone else is a puppet, do you know what a puppet is? The walking dead without a soul!"

When he said the last sentence, the voice of the crutches couldn't help but amplify, and the green tendons on his forehead suddenly appeared, as if he wanted to swallow the water alive and peel it off.

"Any industry, Any profession is all Quincy's toy, but those poor creatures don't know it, in their minds Quincy is a wise leader, the supreme ruler, the supreme here are those soldiers in military uniforms, as long as they like it, whether you are a good family woman or someone else's wife, you can do whatever you want, what the girls wear, it all depends on what Quincy puts in the store, what everyone eats today, it depends on what Quincy allows the grain and oil store to sell, the men grow in the hemp field for a day, work in the rubber plantation for a day, and may not take care of the family's food and drink, so they can only let their wives do the business of those soldiers, this place is simply hellThe crutch's eyes turned red, and I shuddered.

I opened my mouth, not knowing how to answer, so I didn't say anything more.

The little Buddha suddenly appeared in front of us, frowning and reprimanding: "Abductor, you have made an old mistake again, have you forgotten how your leg is lame?"

"I'm sorry big brother, I'm sorry for the third son, let you listen to the complaint for a long time, anyway, you don't belong to the Golden Triangle, and you will leave sooner or later, so you shouldn't have heard me. The crutch kneaded his eyes twice, picked up two marching tents, and limped towards the street corner, and at that moment I suddenly felt that this man's back was extraordinarily vicissitudes.

Little Buddha bent down to carry other things for me, sighed and said, "Forget it, the wife of the kidnapper!

"I understand. I nodded my head and asked the little Buddha curiously: "Since this is hell, why don't you think of a way to turn it into heaven?"

The little Buddha didn't squeak, and continued to walk with a gloomy face.

"Brother Fo, what will you do if you become the Lord of the Golden Triangle one day? Will you turn this poisonous nest into a treasure of feng shui?" I asked as I quickly caught up with him.

"I'm in charge?" Little Buddha paused, shook his head and said: "I won't change any status quo, hundreds of years of cultivation have made the soil of the Golden Triangle qualitatively changed, except for some remote mountainous areas, most of the land can only grow hemp and poppies, if the status quo is changed, it means that many people will starve to death, but I will at least make their lives richer." ”

"In fact, the role of opium poppy and magu is not only to make drugs, but also to turn them into medicines, but they may not make much money in that way. I whispered to the little Buddha.

The little Buddha who walked in front was stunned, didn't look back, didn't speak, and continued to pull his legs and walk forward...