The golden triangle surrounded by mountains, the jungle is stacked, the mountain roads are rugged, the spring water in the forest is in winter, the sunset is obliquely shining on the slopes of the fields, and the full blue poppies are shrouded in a layer of golden light, making the scenery here more charming and beautiful.

On the mountain road, military vehicles are clearly visible, and they are filled with freshly harvested opium poppies, which the local armed forces say has not yet shone gold. For the armed forces here, the poppy is gold, it is money, and of course it will become their weapon.

The place where the Wa coalition was entrenched was not so much a village as a military camp built in the jungle. From time to time, soldiers with steel guns and even portable bazookas on their backs walked by on the forest paths, their faces full of majesty and vigilance. The guard towers and sentry posts stand around the village, and there is a chain of yellow-orange bullets hanging under the heavy machine gun, the safety of the gun is out of the open state, and the machine gunner is ready to shoot at any time, and the houses that make up the village are basically wooden, and they are suspended in mid-air by wooden stakes, as if they are buildings in the air, and I don't know when they will become mirrors.

The golden triangle under the sunset did not seem to be as terrible and tense as imagined, and the soldiers relaxed the nerves of the day, sitting around and laughing, and if a beautiful girl walked by, they would scream loudly and whistle wildly, but they would never come forward and be rude. The girl smiled and passed by, not caring.

Several women sit by the stream and wash their clothes, and half-grown children play in the spring, touch the fish, and the cheerful laughter wafts through the forest, washing their souls, as if this is a peaceful paradise, a paradise away from the hustle and bustle of the world.

When night comes, a round of crescent moon hangs obliquely on the treetops, the silver-white moonlight flows in the forest, the gurgling stream is reflected into a bright ribbon, the white water splashes dance quietly, and the artistic conception of "the bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone flows upstream" has been perfectly interpreted here.

"Boom!"

After a tiring day's work, the ground trembled as a shrill wind whistled through the silent sky, followed by a deafening explosion. A series of fiery red light swept through the air, carrying the sharp roar generated by rubbing the air, and quickly flew towards the hinterland of the Golden Triangle. When the light fell to the ground, it turned into a call for death, and the vegetation in its place instantly disappeared, leaving waist-deep pits on the ground, and stumps and broken arms scattered around it.

And this is just the beginning, followed by countless lights like crazy tongues of fire flying all over the Golden Triangle, the sound of explosions mixed with the mourning of soldiers before their deaths, and the paradise has become a hell in the blink of an eye.

The opium poppy-producing Golden Triangle area is currently occupied by the Wa coalition army, and some of the surrounding armed forces are unwilling to let this golden fertile soil fall into the hands of others.

A touch of silver and white in the east gradually swallowed the darkness, and the sound of guns and cannons gradually subsided, and when a round of red sun rose, the battlefield had been cleaned, and it turned out that General Cha returned in time and led the army to defeat the sneak attack of the coalition army, and the Wa army regained control of the Golden Triangle region, and last night's hell on earth became a picturesque golden scene.

As a result of natural disasters and successive armed conflicts, opium poppy production this year has decreased sharply compared to previous years. In the morning, General Cha held a meeting in the Golden Triangle to discuss with the big drug lords from all over the country who came to the meeting how to distribute the drugs that were pitifully harvested this year.

The Golden Triangle began to get busy, and from time to time the bosses of various regions came with bodyguards. The bosses were let into the room, and the bodyguards were kept out.

Several gang bosses were already sitting around the central oval conference table, testing each other's tone, considering how much of the drugs they would get this time, and for them more drugs in the Golden Triangle would mean more money.

When everyone who was invited arrived, General Tea came out of the inner room with an authentic Cuban cigar in his mouth. Each of these five cigars in a pack costs more than $1,500, demonstrating the extraordinary status of the tea general.

The Burmese military's penchant for cigar smoking also has something to do with the late Khun Shah, a drug lord who once considered himself the president of the Shan State Republic, not only stipulated that anyone who found his subordinates taking drugs could be executed on the spot, but also never used drugs, except for Cuba's top handmade cigars.

Because of this, when foreign drug lords of all sizes go to the Golden Triangle, they will bring a cigar as a gift to Kunsha, and the Golden Triangle once became the place with the highest concentration of Cuban top cigars in Asia.

In several military operations to attack the Golden Triangle, the Burmese military seized a lot of these cigars, ordinary soldiers naturally could not smoke, zuihou fell into the hands of various military bosses, and after smoking, those bigwigs also liked this taste.

And this hobby has also been passed down by the tea general, and he never tires of it. Of course, the arrival of the big drug lords from all over the world this time is indispensable to bring him this special gift.

Seeing the arrival of General Tea, the drug lords from all over the country got up to greet him, these people are all overlords in the local area, but when they arrived in the Golden Triangle, they had to restrain their domineering spirit, and they were respectful to General Tea, after all, how many supplies were finally distributed had to be made by General Tea, and General Tea had an army of thousands of people in his hands, so they couldn't help but be disrespectful.

General Tea waved his hand, motioned for everyone to sit down, looked around with a calm look in his eyes and said: "Everyone already knows that it is an indisputable fact that this year's harvest in the Golden Triangle has decreased sharply compared with previous years, and there are so many supplies, but everyone is my old customer, as the saying goes, the customer is God, and I am not good at distributing without authorization, so please come over to get an idea, and everyone will discuss what to do this year?" ”

Everyone was silent for a while, and after a while, a bald middle-aged man with only a few hairs on his head said: "Thousands of brothers are messing with me, this is our main source of livelihood, everyone is waiting for me to eat, I want 30% of this year's goods." ”

As soon as this person's voice fell, everyone expressed their dissatisfaction: "Everyone is out to mix, who doesn't make a living from this?" Who here doesn't have a brother, your old appetite is not small, a mouth costs thirty percent, and the rest of us drink the northwest wind? It's also a shame for what you said. ”

The bald middle-aged man sneered: "Sancheng is already polite, we can swallow it in Vietnam, you big circle is a fart, and then dare to cut off your tongue in a wordy manner." ”

"You dare!" Da Quanzi Huo Ran stood up, the smell of gunpowder on both sides was strong, although Da Quanzi was not from Hong Kong and Macao, but they went out from the mainland, many people united together to attack everywhere, and their strength should not be underestimated, otherwise they would not have been invited here by General Cha.

A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes suddenly interjected: "I don't care how you divide each other, as long as it is not less than my 500 kilograms." ”

"Five hundred kilograms? You~ Mom is so embarrassed to say, this is thirty and a half percent of this year's goods! ”

The opposition suddenly sounded, and everyone pointed the finger at him again, and said the amount they wanted, and the hall was noisy and quarrelsome.

At this time, there were only two people in the hall who did not speak, one was the tea general who regarded the customer as God, but his face was as majestic and steady as Mount Tai, and the other was a young man who looked like he was twenty-six or seventeen years old, with an angular face and a self-respecting hand peeling an apple.

The fruit knife seemed to have spirituality in this person's hand, and after a round and turn, a long, thin apple peel fell off, and none of it was broken.

It's a pity that everyone in the hall is arguing, and no one has seen him peeling apples, and if anyone sees him peeling apples like this with one hand, they will be surprised, and maybe they won't be in the mood to quarrel anymore.

Everyone was arguing with red faces and thick necks, and a few people couldn't bear to stand up and began to reprimand each other, the quarrel became louder and louder, and when it came to their own wealth, these bigwigs couldn't hold it, and they all wanted to fight for more benefits for themselves.

The young man suddenly put down the apple in his hand and sighed, "What a trouble you are! ”

As soon as the words fell, the young man took out a silver-white PSS whispering pistol at some point, and slammed it into the head of the middle-aged man who was foaming at the stars.

The middle-aged man didn't say a word, he fell on his back, and blood bubbled out from a blood hole between his eyebrows. The room was suddenly silent, and everyone looked at the young man with surprised eyes, although the scene was bloody, but everyone present was a giant who dominated one side, and he was not afraid.

Outside the room, the bodyguards brought by the bosses heard the gunshots inside and knew that something was going on inside, so they rushed into the room in a swarm, but were immediately stopped by dozens of soldiers with loaded guns guarding the door of the room.

In the hall, the young man blew the smoke from the muzzle of the gun, did not raise his eyes, and smiled indifferently: "The dead will not fight anymore, and everyone has more opportunities, why not?" ”

The bald middle-aged man who spoke at the beginning said with a fierce look on his face: "Don't you want to live without the permission of the general?" ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the general, who shrugged his shoulders and began to drink the tea from his teacup, as if what was happening here had nothing to do with him.

Thirteen glanced at him disdainfully and said, "Give you a chance, draw your gun!" ”

Provocation, naked ~ naked ~ naked provocation, are all mixed up on the road, even if there is a general, how can a bald middle-aged man swallow this breath, not to mention that the young man has already shot first, and the general clearly cares about what is going on between them.

The bald middle-aged man stretched out his hand to draw a gun, and the speed at which he pulled out the gun was the second in Vietnam, and no one dared to say the first, and everyone present thought that the young man would definitely die.

"Bang!"

Another gunshot rang out, and the middle-aged man fell on his back, his arm that pulled out the gun hung down weakly, his eyes bulged out, and his face was full of disbelief, he didn't believe until he died that this little-known young man could draw a gun faster than himself.

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