Xiang Qingxi said thank you to the front desk lady and left the front desk and walked to the room, but the front desk lady and the colleague next to him said, "Is this person amnesia? When I came to buy a ticket just now, I also bought two return tickets, and it was only a while, and I came to buy tickets again, we don't understand the world of rich people." ”

Back in the room, sitting on the bed, Xiang Qingxi took out the three tickets from the divine bead, and looked at them carefully, gradually Xiang Qingxi's face showed a strange smile, the ticket showed that the printing time was exactly seven and nine, not more than five o'clock as the front desk lady said, and finally Xiang Qingxi found a trace of Ni Duan, but even if he felt strange, he couldn't do it.

He didn't know who could have such a powerful ability, arrange the time and events reasonably and meticulously, if it wasn't for his intention, this ticket might not have entered Xiang Qingxi's incident.

In other words, someone directed this scene by scene and let him live in it, he is a naughty actor in the play, an actor who does not play cards according to common sense, but no matter what, he will continue to act until he finds out the truth or dies.

Entering the Divine Bead began to practice the Soul Devouring Dafa every day, often like a deep box, constant like a deep valley, absorbing spirits, and turning spirits into soul devourers. Take yourself as the sea, take people as the river, embrace all rivers in the sea, exercise the method, absorb the true spirit, and use it. Outside the muscles and bones, inside the natural qi, when the air is empty, the spiral force of the touch, the hand is not seen, the hand is with me......

Now Xiang Qingxi's palm is trained to be as soft as a skin snake, like a snake entanglement, under the wave of his palm, part of the spiritual energy in the divine bead is controlled in a small range like a ball, he shot out of the electricity, opened his hand, and the inner labor palace in the palm of his hand touched the spirit ball, and the rotating spirit ball poured into Xiang Qingxi's body as if it had found a gap.

The meridians of the large intestine of the hand Yangming, which were connected to Xiang Qingxi's dantian, were instantly filled with the influx of spiritual power, and this spiritual ball was like a fish returning to the sea, all of which poured into the dantian and was compressed into a droplet, which was the fourth droplet in Xiang Qingxi's dantian.

After doing all this, Xiang Qingxi exhaled a breath of turbid air with satisfaction, and after so many days of cultivation, he finally refined another droplet.

Subsequently, he rested his mental strength before he came out of the divine bead, and fell asleep, tomorrow's trip will put a lot of energy, so only the necessary rest can ensure tomorrow's arrangement.

Golden Horn Town, originally a small village in the Golden Triangle, because of the flat terrain, surrounded by mountains and rivers, suitable for tribal life, but after the Golden Triangle was occupied by warlords, a large area of opium was planted, and because it was surrounded by mountains, if you want to enter here, in addition to air transportation, you want to climb over the surrounding mountains, which is quite difficult.

In order to better transport opium out of the Golden Triangle, General Fuchai used a large number of manpower and material resources to build a large airport to the east of this village, and on the hills on all sides, it was covered with air defense and missile systems.

Some countries organize armies to attack here, but they find that the mountains here are full of air-raid shelters, which can almost reach ten steps and one post, five steps and one sentry, and the army of thousands of people has been wiped out without killing a few enemies, and if they want to completely take the Golden Triangle, the casualties must be not small.

Laos belongs to the election of the state, and the number of domestic troops is less than a quarter of Fuchai, and the elite is even less so, so although it belongs to Laos, the sovereignty is in the hands of Fuchai.

For the sake of the safety of the Golden Horn Town, except for the airspace issue and not harassing the surrounding countries, everyone will be safe, and the Float also stipulates that in addition to the planes transporting arms, the airport can only park small aircraft, and the surface-to-surface missiles around the airport can turn the airport into a sea of fire in a few minutes, and the country that wants to try to infiltrate by force has terminated this idea, and has also recognized the self-reliance of the Golden Horn Town in disguise.

Xiang Qingxi stepped out of the plane and went through a strict inspection at the airport, he put a suitcase with a large amount of cash, but no one coveted it, the enthusiasm of the service staff and the indifference of the soldiers were in stark contrast, it can be said that Fuchai has a unique means in the management of the town.

Monopoly is always the most profitable means, the Golden Triangle, which controls half of the share of the world's arms trading market, soon gathered a lot of wealth, the houses here are far from the impression of Southeast Asia's kind of wooden houses with high feet, but like a metropolis, high-rise buildings, although there are no skyscrapers, but each high-rise building has his unique characteristics, like the moon like the Jianyue Hotel, the flying saucer-shaped town government is like an octopus as stable as Mount Tai, bunkers are all over the ground, bulletproof glass domes, like an eye to warn the people here, do not act rashly。

Xiang Qingxi followed the route told by Liang Peng, and quickly found the flying saucer-shaped town government, and explained his intention to the soldiers at the door, and when the soldiers who were relatively arrogant at first heard that it was Xiang Qingxi, their attitude immediately changed to a smile, "Mr. Xiang, hurry, please inside, our general has already explained, please inside, I will notify you." ”

Xiang Qingxi was taken to the reception room in the town government by the soldiers at the door, and as soon as he entered the reception room, he was shocked by the luxury inside, the crystal chandelier, flashing with dazzling luster, and the jade tabletop, showing the luxury of the owner.

Someone prepared a tea and fruit plate for Xiang Qingxi, and the soldiers who received him asked Xiang Qingxi to wait for a while before turning around and going out, Xiang Qingxi took a closer look at this reception room, luxury is only one aspect, the reception room on the first floor of the UFO-shaped town government can be described as a heavy mechanism, the machine gun in the ceiling mirror can cover most of the reception room, and the two sides of the gun are full of soldiers with guns, and I don't know if it is specially prepared for him, or it has always been like this.

After reading this, Xiang Qingxi did not move, but he was secretly vigilant, although it was said that modern guns and bullets could not cause him any harm, but there was no big mistake in being careful.

It's a trafficking base for drugs, guns and human beings, and it's also a haven for mercenaries.

After a short time, he heard the roar of the motor outside, and Xiang Qingxi saw through the window that the square of the town government was dusty, and an Apache helicopter gunship slowly landed on the square of the town government.

The cabin door of the helicopter was quickly opened, and from inside came a woman in a beige military uniform, convex and backward, walking and swaying, twisting the waist of the water snake, wearing an oversized toad glass, after she got down, just took two steps back to the helicopter, and did not rush to leave the strong wind range of the helicopter propeller, but pressed the military cap with her hand, stretched out her hand and continued to get off the helicopter.

The strong wind of the helicopter blew the woman from side to side, and at this time, the propeller on the helicopter gradually stopped.