King's eyes darkened, so in this case, not only did he have to be there, but there was also one person who had to be there.

King's Landing immediately took out his mobile phone, calmly dialed someone's phone.

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Even the wind, the same as 21 years ago, was dark and black, pressing down the sky very low.

The location of the Wanbang Wharf is the Golden Triangle Mekong River as a wide area, which is the three forks of the three worlds of Myanmar, Laos and Thailand - every time you encounter three forks, whether it is a road, a waterway, or the fate of people, it indicates that there is a strange and ominous disaster.

It's the same here, the sky is gloomy, dreary, hot flashes, and the water of the Mekong River is also unprecedentedly muddy, and the golden Buddha stands at this end of Chiang Rai Province, smiling with its eyes down, looking down compassionately on all living beings.

Jun Xiaoyan has indeed restored the scene 21 years ago, he is the chief director, and naturally all the props must be on board.

He copied the Huaxing freighter, dropped anchor, and hovered in the middle of the Mekong River.

In the same way, he also copied the Oriental Princess cruise ship, which was far away from the Huaxing freighter.

All around, several empty fishing boats floated on the surface of the river.

He didn't bring a single soldier, and his jungle troops were almost annihilated by his younger brother, Jun Xiaoting's Demu Army, and the rest was better to dismiss them than to let them become live targets for the CIA here, because—

Anyway, after today, he doesn't need them anymore - the plan other than the Dawn Project, the [Cocoon Breaking Project], is being implemented.

No one will know what he chose for the purpose of Nan Dusk Abyss.

No one will know where the [Cocoon Breaking Plan] will succeed, and he will flee to.

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyan sat calmly in the luxurious living room on the top floor of the Princess cruise ship, and the position he was sitting in was the place where Nu Kang was sitting back then.

Perhaps this charming man already hated the jungle fruit green military uniform in his heart, so today, he is dressed very formally.

The haute couture black suit has a badge pinned to it, the shirt and tie are meticulous, and a pair of legs are particularly long.

Min Zhuang'er sat on the independent sofa beside him, looking haggard, the tears on her beautiful face had not yet dried, and she grabbed the armrest of the sofa indifferently.

Little Snowball is not here.

Inside the Huaxing.

Min Zhuang'er glanced back at the Huaxing freighter worriedly from time to time, and couldn't wait to fly over and live and die with her daughter.

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PM：6:00。

"Kick, kick, oh-" Jun Xiaoyan pointed his gun at the door alertly as leather shoes stepped on the metal staircase.

Nan Duyuan came dressed in casual clothes, with a suit and no tie, and a black suitcase in his hand, which contained the soul of Nan Burma.

Jun Xiaoyan pointed a gun at his chest and motioned for him to come over.

Nan Duyuan looked at Zhuang'er first, his eyes were facing each other, Nan Duyuan's eyes signaled her not to panic, everyone would rescue Xiao Xueqiu, Min Zhuang'er nodded slightly.

Nan Duyuan vigilantly checked the scene around him, and the first thing that surprised him was that this cabin was surrounded by pots of orchids, gray-white claw-like flowers, like small hands of unjust souls.

"You can't be alone." Jun Xiaoting is not stupid, the second Mekong River tragedy is about to happen, with the character of Jun Lintian who is not afraid of death, it is impossible not to come.

"It doesn't matter if you come or not, anyway, in addition to being full of Yu Lan ghost flowers, you also have a lot of gasoline barrels here, so that others can send them to death?" Nan Duyuan looked at the arrangement of Jun Xiaoyan around him, and said loudly in a deep voice, conveying a message to the outside world.