State Office, Vientiane Province, Laos.

The red carpet at the door, the troops are lined up.

A red flag welcome extended version of the car quietly stopped at the door, and many Lao officials with extraordinary bearing walked out of the hall together.

In the middle of the moon stood like the stars holding the moon, a man with extraordinary bearing.

A new crisp black suit, leather shoes that dazzle in the sun.

The man was followed by a seventeen or eighteen-year-old Laotian girl, who seemed to be translating something.

Further back, stood a stout middle-aged man in his forties.

The man is not tall and ordinary-looking, but his steps are extremely steady, and the tendons and veins and blood vessels on his arms are clearly visible, like the old roots of an ancient tree.

More than a dozen exotic men in uniform black uniforms and armed with guns stood in front of the Lao soldiers.

And the core of everything around is only the one in the middle???????????????? Man in suit with several important officials.

They seem to have just finished talking about something very important.

In words and deeds, it seems to be very pleasant.

Eventually, the young man extended his right hand and greeted him politely.

The official who seemed to be the biggest was also full of smiles, and immediately stretched out his right hand.

"Welcome to Laos Investment."

The officer was in his fifties, dark-skinned and muscular.

I am not very fluent in Chinese, but I can hear the pronunciation quite clearly.

He smiled very strongly, crow's feet were like knife carvings, and said kindly, "Looking forward to your joining, Mr. Jiang."

The man in the suit stood next to the car and looked at the official and smiled, "Yes, Mr. Chashan."

A black special operator in a black uniform quickly pulled open the door of the red flag car and leaned aside.

The man known as Mr. Chashan was still smiling, and his hands were folded: "Say hello to Mr. Pi on my behalf."

"Definitely."

While speaking, Jiang Yang bent down and sat in the car.

The Lao soldiers lined up on either side again, and the Black Hawk special operators stood upright.

Zu Shengdong sat in the cab and started the car.

The imposing Hongqi welcome car slowly started and drove into the distance.

Twenty special combatants of different colors also quickly sat in several Land Cruisers and followed the Red Flag car whizzing away.

Entrance to the hall.

Chashan looked at the back of the red flag car leaving, thoughtful.

Then he turned and stepped through the hall door.

At this point, the other officials went back one after another, and the soldiers also went back.

The red carpet at the door was cleaned up, and a well-awaited welcome ceremony ended.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

On the road, the huge fleet of vehicles has an absolute 100% return rate.

Whether it is Chinese or local Laos, they can't help but stop and watch.

Eight huge off-road vehicles, escorted by two armed armored vehicles on the left and right.

Especially the Hongqi CA7460 in the middle cluster, the aura directly reached an explosive effect in this small country where even BMW is rare.

Not to mention in Laos, looking at the world, the total number of this car is only a pitiful 82.

But even if you know its appearance and read it in magazines, you definitely don't know the real origin of this car.

This car has been specially treated and is a specially built vehicle for "***".

The net weight is four tons, and one ton of bulletproof materials alone is used.

Some parts of the car that are relatively weak, such as tires, fuel tanks, front and rear ???????????????? The windows and wind shields are all specially protected to ensure that "***" can still get out of danger smoothly when attacked.

This car follows the protection technology of the Hongqi CA772 bulletproof vehicle successfully developed on April 10, 1969, and is equipped with 65-thick bulletproof glass and body armor up to 6 thick, which can resist most of the light weapons and close-range shooting.

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After a puncture, the tire can easily travel at a rapid speed of more than 100 kilometers.

In terms of power, the car is equipped with a 6.0-liter, V12 engine, and its powerful heart makes it capable of powering everything it encounters on the roadside.

The fact that such a convoy appears in such a backward place must represent its extraordinary.

Many people even speculated that this must be a superstar who came to Laos.

And it is not difficult to see from the middle car brand where this person comes from.

When this convoy appeared on the streets of Laos, whether it was Chinese, locals, or people from other countries.

Whether it's the good guys, or the bad guys.

It's all gone.

Because the level of the car in the middle represents the level of the person sitting in the car.

Judging from the pitch-black body and windows, it is definitely not something that they can threaten with the little armed force in their hands.

Not to mention the armored vehicles on both sides, and the black special operators who poked their heads out of the skylight and carried guns on their backs.

Inside, wide and luxurious.

The soft carpet is thick, and the back seat is as spacious as a sofa.

The air-conditioning was plentiful, which contrasted sharply with the heat outside the window.

Jiang Yang leaned back in his seat, holding a document in his hand and looking at it carefully. There is a lot of information, and it is thicker than the Chinese dictionary.

It contains a history of the development and economic situation of several countries in the "Golden Triangle", including detailed maps of each place.

Beside him sat a little girl, leaning on the window and looking out curiously, with indescribable excitement in her eyes.

It is not difficult to see that this is the little girl who "received" them in the hotel when the three of them first entered Laos that night.

The phone rings.

Jiang Yang's eyes were still fixed on the information, and he reached out and took out his mobile phone and pressed answer.

"Brother."

There was a voice on the phone.

Jiang Yang let out a soft "um", looked at the information and said, "How is the progress of your there?"

"Chen Cheng has found it."

Bancun's voice was very low: "It's in the Grand Slam!"

Jiang Yangmei???????????????? His head was slightly frowned, and he put down the newspaper in his hand.

Three seconds later, he patted the cab seat with his left hand: "Turn around, go to the Grand Slam."

Zu Shengdong turned his head, and then nodded slightly.

While driving, he took out the walkie-talkie: "Ten minutes to assemble, destination, Grand Slam casino!"

Backseat.

Jiang Yang leaned back in his seat, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked out the window.

During this time, Laos was not peaceful.

This is not peaceful, not for the locals, but for those inland and Xiangjiang people who are doing evil abroad.

The groin's mouth was ended.

It was not taken by the police inside and outside, but by a sudden force.

Some people leaked the news that this group of forces came from different countries.

Blonde hair and white skin, black hair and yellow skin, black hair and black skin.

Both.

There were three chieftains, all of whom were Chinese.

Scar, the boss of Boding Golden City, was shot four times in the left leg and two in the right shoulder, and by the time the police arrived, his younger brothers had already fled in all directions.

Scar Xu Chunhua was arrested and returned to China, and the fugitives Wang Zhimin, Liu Kunsheng, Zhao San and others were arrested together.

The Boten April 28 massacre was originally intended to be a key investigation.

However, a special call was received at the border that night, and the case was sealed.

Only for a few fugitives at the port, the detention and interrogation were handed over to Yun Province for processing, and there was no more follow-up.

The border officers didn't know why, but since the meaning came from above, they had no choice but to do it.

Later, there was a grapevine that the call came from Kyoto.

And the surname of the person who gave the order is rare: Pi

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