Attacked by an unknown person, all the drug dealers lay on the ground and stood guard, but the gunshots did not ring out again.

"How many people are there?" said Subaman, almost yelling.

"I don't know, the other party is equipped with heavy weapons!"

"What weapon?"

"It seems to be" Kun Dare crawled forward to the side of the blown up drug box, looked at the fragments of the torn box, and said, "It seems to be a 1-type grenade"

"1 Bu grenade? Are you idiots? The other party has thrown the grenade over, and you can't see anyone yet!?"

Kun Dare is a native of Ethiopian County, although he has been playing with guns since he was a teenager, but the most contact is only the cheap and practical AK47, in addition, American carbines, Russian pistols, British rifles and the like, as for heavy weapons, it is nothing more than grenades and light rocket launchers or something, naturally you can't contact the unpopular firearms that will only be used in war.

The kind of explosive bomb shot by Zhou Jian was originally prepared by the US government to deal with him, mainly used to deal with people, and the bullet will vibrate and explode when it enters the human body, even if it is a German 11 mangrove, it has to be hung up if it is shot once. It can also be used to hit cars, but it needs to hit the fuel tank.

At this time, the bullet penetrated the drug box, and most of the shrapnel that exploded went into the ground, and a few appeared in front of Kun Kang's eyes, and he didn't know what it was.

The drug dealers lay on their stomachs for a long time, and the other party did not continue to attack.

Kun Dare was about to call for firepower from a neighboring village to support him, but just as he put his phone to his ear, he let out a scream, and a bullet from nowhere burst his phone, and even his ears were blown to bloody flesh.

Kun's face was twisted in pain, one hand covered his ear, and his body writhed on the ground like a snake that had been cut in two.

"Shoot them in the woods!"

It has been determined that the other party is hiding in the woods, but it is not known how many people there are. The minions got up from the ground, their submachine guns, and began to shoot into the woods.

"Rush in!!" Kun Dare hissed through gritted teeth, "Some of his minions threw grenades into the woods, and then rushed in one after another, and Kun Dare was wounded and fell last.

As for the European mafia, they came here to make a deal, and seeing each other explode three boxes of drugs in a row, it is obvious that they have come to trouble the Burmese drug lords" It has nothing to do with them.

Since the deal can't be done, they naturally don't plan to follow the fire, and they begin to be on guard and retreat carefully.

After his subordinates rushed into the woods, Kun Dang also limped into the edge of the woods, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head, and then his eyes went black, and he lost consciousness directly.

At this time, Pengcheng, the Cote d'Azur, "Li" asks you a question, Burmese, where is your boss's usual hiding place, how do you say it? Tell me in a whisper. Zhou Jian's deity held a book and asked in a low voice, because it was a spiritual life, "Li, he can communicate with anyone, so he understands the languages of all ethnic groups in the world."

There was a blank look on his face.

"And this sentence: If you don't say it, I'll kill you." How do you say Burmese?"

Away or shaking his head.

Zhou Jian patted his head, he was an idiot, and only when communicating face-to-face with people could he capture the spiritual information in the other party's mind, and directly asked her what Burmese language "Of course she won't."

"What's the matter, master?"

"It's fine. Zhou Jian shook his head and closed the book.

At this time, "Chu Qingyun was cooking in the kitchen, Chu Keke was bored watching TV on the sofa, and the little girl was pressing the remote control aimlessly, and the channel was changing quickly.

"Brother Zhou Jian, why did you lock me and my sister at home?" Seeing Zhou Jian come out of the room, Chu Keke asked.

Zhou Jian smiled, and before he could explain, Chu Qingyun, who was washing vegetables in the kitchen, smiled: "The boss who usually lets you go to school is not happy, but now you are not happy to let you be at home?"

Chu Keke pouted and said, "Of course it's good not to go to school, but it's also boring to stay at home for a few days in a row." ”

"Okay, let's call it school." ”

"Don't!"

"Then you just stay honest!" Chu Qingyun said angrily.

When I was having dinner last night, Zhou Jian suddenly said that the food had been bought in the refrigerator, and from tomorrow onwards, everyone would have to stay at home.

Chu Qingyun's reaction to this sudden decision was only to make a phone call to Su Xiaoqian, asking her to deal with affairs during the time she was not in the company, and she couldn't tell herself if she had no choice.

As for the reason why Zhou Jian made this decision, Chu Qingyun didn't even ask, in fact, even if he didn't ask Chu Qingyun, he probably guessed that it was nothing more than revenge and killing, but as long as Zhou Jian stayed at home and didn't go out to break in, she had nothing to worry about.

"Ah Jian, help me wash the tomatoes." ”

"Oh, here, wash a few?" "Two are good, I just learned tomato egg soup recently, you can taste it in a while." ”

"Where is your boss usually hiding? At this time in Burma, the ghost killer incarnate woke up the unconscious Kunkang, found a local Burmese translator, and began to question him.

The translator was frightened enough, but seeing that the young man in front of him was fierce and vicious, and he still had a gun in his hand, he had to translate truthfully.

He said that only his wife and his bodyguards knew where their leader lived, and that the rest of them only contacted him by phone. After talking to Kun Kang, the translator said to Zhou Jian.

"Yes, hehe, tell him that if you don't say it, you'll die. ”

The translator's neck shrank, feeling cold behind him, but when he looked at the gun in Zhou Jian's hand, he still trembled and translated, and at the same time, Zhou Jian put the gun against Kun Kang's mouth.

Kun dared to look at Zhou Jian resentfully, "I really don't know!"

"I count three, three, two, one"

When Zhou Jian counted to the last count, Kun Dang suddenly grabbed Zhou Jian's hand holding the gun from his hand, and then twisted it over, pulled out a butterfly throwing knife from his waist at the side of his body at the same time, and stabbed it into Zhou Jian's stomach.

However, just when he was halfway through the stab, he only felt that his neck was wiped by something, and then his vision blurred for a moment, and at the same time, his body lost its strength, and he fell limply.

Zhou Jian sighed, it seems that this guy really doesn't know, the previous Burmese translator was right, it is not easy to find Subaman.

The Burmese interpreter was so frightened that his face was bloodless, and he knelt on the ground on the spot, "Big brother, don't kill me, I didn't see anything." ”

Zhou Jian couldn't cry or laugh, "Did I say I was going to kill you?"

Before he came to Myanmar this time, he chose the disguise in the game as usual, in fact, it was not to prevent Kun from daring, but just to avoid unnecessary trouble caused by accidentally being in the newspaper when things got bigger, after all, although the traffic here is blocked, there are many forces that pay attention to it.

The Burmese interpreter still didn't dare to get up, and he was trembling with fear, because he watched the movie and knew that many murderous demons said that they would not kill you, but when you turned around and wanted to run, they would shoot.

However, he knelt on the ground for a long time and did not move, and then he raised his head tremblingly and found that the Chinese young man was gone, and on the ground, where he was kneeling just now, there was a hundred-dollar bill pressed with a stone.

The translator stared at the banknote, swallowed his saliva for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth, pulled the banknote and put it in his pocket, then stumbled out, and ran desperately down the mountain, "What? Kun dare is missing"

“......”

"You shit!"

“......”

"I'm too lazy to listen to your explanation, so why don't you go find it soon!"

“......”

Hanging up the phone, Subaman was completely angry, the other party was deliberately disgusting him.

He guessed that there weren't many people on the other side, but they were just good.

As long as you pull them out, it's easy to get rid of them.

In Myanmar, drug lords often have hundreds or thousands of armed forces under their command, but these armed forces are not all huddled in a fortress somewhere to protect the boss, waiting for people to go up the mountain to fight, as depicted in some movies.

In fact, there is no point in doing so, and a drug lord of equal rank simply cannot afford to raise such a large army.

The profits of drugs are naturally high, but that is because of the control and blockade of various governments, which has caused the hard-won drug prices to soar, and in the Golden Triangle, because the drug trade is above board, the finished heroin is only a few hundred or thousands of dollars a kilogram, and the heroin sold by the Golden Triangle will be pure from more than 90% to less than 5% after layers of drug dealers, and the price will be hundreds of thousands of dollars a kilogram, soaring to tens of hundreds of dollars a gram, and the profit has increased thousands of times.

The real big head is actually made by the mafia of various countries, because the risk of others is high, so it is not bad for medium-sized Burmese drug lords to make a dozen or dozens of tons of heroin a year, and make millions or tens of millions of dollars.

This amount of money is simply not enough to support an army that only eats and does not work and receives salaries, so the army under the drug lords is actually the staff of the drug trafficking gang, most of whom are scattered in the countryside.

This is because the Golden Triangle is full of jungles and mountains, transportation can only rely on mules and horses, transportation is extremely inconvenient, most of the tobacco farmers live in ravines, and if they want to buy their opium poppies, they have to go deep into their villages and collect them from house to house, and the journey often takes several days.

It was not easy for the smokers in the ravine to transport opium to the city and sell it at a high price, because they could not travel to the city for a few kilograms of opium, so they had to sell it to the drug lord's men at a low price, and the drug lord's men also judged their "performance" and paid their wages based on how much opium they collected.

In fact, in a sense, a drug trafficking gang is similar to a company, divided into procurement, sales, personnel and other departments, but the staff of the drug trafficking gang is equipped with guns and can fight at any time. @。