Deep in the dense forest where China and Myanmar meet, in a concrete structure hut, a one-eyed dragon man about 40 years old, wearing a black tight vest on his upper body, a pair of American-style jungle camouflage combat pants on his lower body, and a black blindfold on his left eye, sat on a dark green bullet box, and carefully polished the 32-centimeter-long combat saber in his hand with a whetstone. The man had a tattoo of a Buddha image on his left arm, but that Buddha had eight heads.

"Ah Feng, how is the matter I explained to you?" The one-eyed dragon man looked up and asked his subordinates standing in front of him.

"It's all counted, a total of 300 kilograms of No. 4 heroin, 200 kilograms of methamphetamine, 93,000 ecstasy, and the number of goods is exactly right." Ma Zai, who was known as Ah Feng, replied respectfully.

"Good!"

The one-eyed dragon man, who had a quarter of European ancestry, stood up from the bullet box, and his height of two hundred and ten centimeters stood in front of Ah Feng like a giant tower, making Ah Feng suddenly feel that his eyes were dark.

With a bang, he sawed off the **** section of the fighting saber in his hand from the trunk of the tree and used it as a stool, and laughed: "At present, the whole of Southeast Asia is in a state of shortage, and the group of grandsons below are already screaming with hunger." Except for my 'Eight-Faced Buddha' Barang, who can get a product with a purity of more than 90 percent? Now I just let Chen blind them kneel down and call grandpa, and they have to be obedient and obedient. ”

"Eighth master, in the near future, you will be Kun Sha, no, you are even better than Kun Sha!" Looking at Ba Lang with an excited face, Ah Feng patted a sycophant at the right time.

Thousands of clothes are worn but only sycophants are not worn, Ah Feng's words made Ba Lang very useful, haha smiled and said to the four or five subordinates standing in the room, including Ah Feng: "I, Ba Lang, am not the kind of villain who eats alone, my brothers are willing to give my life to Ba Lang and follow me to life and death, that is to trust me, as long as I have meat to eat in the future, I will never let my brothers drink soup!" ”

"Thank you, Eighth Master!"

"Scar."

Barang beckoned to a man wearing a jungle digital camouflage combat uniform with a scar on the right half of his face, and asked, "Haven't the Hydra people arrived yet?" ”

"I just contacted two hours ago, saying that I was still dealing with a little thing, and I would arrive a few days later than I said before."

No one knows what the original name of the scar is, anyway, everyone around Balang knows that he is Balang's most trusted subordinate, and the ten-centimeter-long scar on his face was left when he covered Balang's escape.

The ten-centimeter-long scar stretched from his right forehead to his cheek, although the knife failed to ask his eyes, but it still destroyed his right half of the facial nerve, as long as he spoke, the muscles on the right side of his face would unconsciously pull, with the scar like a centipede slowly crawling on his face, which made people creepy.

"I'm fucking grass!" Ba Lang's palm slapped hard on the table, and scolded angrily: "Jiang Qiu's dog day is now less and less in his eyes, if it wasn't for Lao Tzu helping him, he would be able to have today?!" Ungrateful dog things, he didn't come just right, and he took a bite of meat. Scar, inform the brothers, take the guys and get ready to go! ”

"Yes!"

Scar agreed, and was about to leave, when Ah Feng, who was standing next to him, suddenly stepped forward, glanced at Balang, and said cautiously: "Eighth Master, I still have one more thing I forgot to tell you here, Ah Long, who went out to inquire about the news earlier, came back and said that there were many figures in camouflage uniforms in the forest in the north. ”

"The special forces are coming?!" Barang suddenly became vigilant.

"According to Aaron, those people don't have any guys in their hands, they don't look like soldiers, they look like students who have come out to camp." Ah Feng replied.

"Since you're a student, you're afraid of a fart! Notice to go down and prepare for shipping! ”

"Eighth Master, you must not be impulsive." Ah Feng stepped forward to stop Balang and persuaded: "Eighth Master, if this is a trap set by the China-military, it will push the brothers into the fire pit alive." ”

Snare? Barang muttered to himself, and suddenly his right eye showed a fierce light, and he raised his big foot in the sand-colored Oakley military boots and kicked Ah Feng in the chest.

Ah Feng, who was suddenly hit hard in the chest, flew out upside down like a kite with a broken string, slammed into the wall, and rubbed a large piece of plaster. Ah Feng opened his mouth, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground with a sluggish breath.

Balang strode forward, stepped on Ah Feng's chest, pulled out the outer thigh and quickly pulled out the holster, the large-caliber Desert Eagle pistol produced by the Israeli military factory was pressed against his forehead, and he asked in a fierce tone: "Say, are you an undercover agent sent by the Chinese military?!" ”

Ever since Barang was ambushed a few years ago and blinded in one of his left eyes, he has been a little suspicious, looking like an undercover agent. This sudden situation frightened Ah Feng to the point that he was trembling and almost incontinent.

"Eighth master, don't you dare to talk nonsense!" Ah Feng kowtowed to Balang and begged for mercy with tears and snot, and swore to the sky: "The conscience of heaven and earth, I, Ah Feng, am loyal to the eighth master, if I have two hearts, I will be thundered by the sky and thunder!" ”

The scar next to him rolled his eyes, first glanced at Ah Feng who was kneeling on the ground with contempt, and then said to Balang: "Eighth Master, you dissipate your anger." If I really want to say that we have undercover agents here, I am still reliable, and I don't dare to borrow a few more guts from Ah Feng, and he is also thinking about his brothers. ”

"What are you talking about, brother, your scar is in my heart, I know very well, who dares to say that you are an undercover agent, Lao Tzu is the first to collapse him!" Barang shook the Desert Eagle in his hand and said.

"That's it, Brother Dao has blocked the knife for the eighth master, how can it be an undercover agent!" Several of the other men in the room with AK automatic rifles chimed in.

"Scar, what do you think about this?" Barang put away the Desert Eagle and turned his head to ask. Scar's advice is generally more pertinent, and he is still willing to take it.

"Eighth Master, I think it's better to be careful." Scar pursed his lips and said in a deep voice: "Aaron is just observing from a distance, and the preliminary judgment is that it is a student who went out camping, but this may also be a smoke bomb laid by the military." ”

"Eighth Master, you think, why did the students camp in such a remote primeval jungle, this is doubtful in itself, and even if those are really students, they can't enter the primeval jungle known as the 'Death Territory' unprepared, and there is a high probability that there will be troops around them to escort them, so it's better to be careful, Eighth Master, this batch of goods is very critical to us, and we can't afford to lose it."

Balang is not a brave and unscrupulous reckless man, listening to Scar's analysis is reasonable, he also has some thoughts in his heart, and orders Scar: "You ask Alondo to take a few people to check the truth, if it is really a special force, we will retreat first." If only the students continue to act according to the original plan, as for the soldiers who escort them......"

Balang patted the AK74U short assault rifle in his hand and said in a cold voice: "Hmph, someone in my Balang has a gun and did it directly, I have never forgotten the blind hatred back then!" ”

Barang covered his left eye, which was wearing a black blindfold, and his right eye flashed with a murderous light.