After being attacked by an unknown person, all the drug dealers lay on the ground and guarded the surroundings, but the gunshots did not sound again.
"How many people are there on the other side?" Subaman almost yelled.
"I don't know, the other party is equipped with heavy weapons!"
"What weapon?"
"It looks like it is." Kun Gan crept forward to the side of the bombed drug box, looked at the fragments of the box and said, "It looks like a Type 1 grenade."
, "1-type grenade? Are you an idiot? The other party has thrown grenades over, and you still can't see anyone!?"
Kungan was born and raised in Esser County. Although he has been playing with guns since he was a boy, the ones he was most exposed to were the cheap and practical AK47, American carbines, Russian pistols, British Rifles, etc. As for heavy
The weapons are nothing more than grenades and light rocket launchers. Naturally, there is no access to unpopular firearms that are only used in wars.
The explosive bombs shot by Zhou Jian were originally prepared by the U.S. government to deal with him. They are mainly used to deal with people. When the bullets enter the human body, they will vibrate and explode. Even a German 11 mangrove will die after being shot.
It can also be used to hit cars, but it needs to hit the gas tank.
At this time, the bullet penetrated the drug box, and most of the exploded shrapnel was shot into the ground. A few appeared in front of Kun Gan, and he didn't know what they were.
The drug dealers lay down for a long time, but the other party did not continue to attack.
Kun Gan was about to call for firepower from a neighboring village to support him, but just when he put his cell phone to his ear, he let out a scream, and a bullet shot from an unknown source exploded with one shot.
His cell phone was stolen, and his ears were blown to pieces.
Kun Gan's face was twisted in pain, he covered his ears with one hand, and his body twisted on the ground like a snake that had been chopped into two pieces.
, "Shoot into the woods! Kill them!"
It was determined that the other party was hiding in the woods, but I didn't know how many people there were. The gangsters got up from the ground, held submachine guns, and started shooting into the woods.
"Come in! Kill!" Kun Gan screamed through gritted teeth. Some of his minions threw grenades into the woods, and then rushed in one after another. Kun Gan was injured and fell last.
As for the European mafia, they are here to do business. Seeing that the other party exploded three boxes of drugs in a row, they are obviously looking for trouble with the Burmese drug lords. "This has nothing to do with them.
Since the deal can't be done, they naturally didn't intend to follow the fight and started to retreat cautiously.
After all his men rushed into the woods, Kun Gan also limped into the woods. However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head, then his vision went dark, and he lost consciousness.
At this time, Pengcheng, Côte d'Azur, "Li" wants to ask you a question. In Burmese, where is your boss's usual hiding place? Tell me in a low voice." Zhou Jian's true form held a book and asked in a low voice.
Li Dao, because he is a spiritual being, Li can communicate with anyone, so he understands the languages of all races in the world.
Li's face was blank.
, "There is also this sentence: If you don't tell me, I will kill you. How do you say it in Burmese?"
Li still shook his head.
Zhou Jian slapped his forehead and thought that he was an idiot. Only when communicating with people face to face can he capture the mental information in the other person's mind. He asked her directly what Burmese was saying. "Of course she doesn't know it."
, "What's the matter, Master?"
, "It's okay." 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 aimlessly pressing the remote control, changing channels quickly.
"Brother Zhou Jian, why do you keep me and my sister at home?" Chu Keke asked when she saw Zhou Jian coming out of the room.
Zhou Jian smiled, and before he could explain, Chu Qingyun, who was washing vegetables in the kitchen, smiled and said, "My boss is usually not happy to let you go to school, but now you are not happy to have you at home?"
Chu Keke pouted and said, "Of course it's good not to go to school, but it's boring to stay at home for several days in a row."
, "Okay, let's call it school."
, "I don't want it!"
"Then just stay here!" Chu Qingyun said angrily.
While having dinner last night, Zhou Jian suddenly said that the food had been bought in the refrigerator and that starting from tomorrow, everyone would stay at home.
Chu Qingyun's reaction to this sudden decision was just to call Su Xiaoqian and ask her to handle the affairs while she was away from the company, and not to talk to her again 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 Chu Qingyun didn't ask, she could probably guess it. It was nothing more than revenge and killing. But as long as Zhou Jian was safe and sound,
She stayed at home and didn't go out to wander around, so she had nothing to worry about.
, "Ajian, help me wash the tomatoes."
, "Oh, here you go, how many are you washing?" "Two are enough. I just learned tomato and egg soup recently. You guys can try it later to see if it tastes good."
"Where do your boss usually hide? Translate for him." At this time in Myanmar, the ghost killer incarnate woke up Kun Gan who was knocked unconscious, found a local Burmese translator, and began to ask him questions.
The translator was very frightened, but seeing that the young man in front of him looked fierce and had a gun in his hand, he had no choice but to translate it truthfully.
"He said that only his wife and bodyguards knew where their leader lived, and the rest only contacted him by phone." The translator said to Zhou Jian after the conversation with Kun Gan.
"Really, haha, tell him, if he doesn't tell him, he will die."
The translator shrank his neck and felt something cold on his back, but after looking at the gun in Zhou Jian's hand, he still translated cautiously. At the same time, Zhou Jian put the gun against Kun Gan's chest.
Kun Gan looked at Zhou Jian angrily, "I really don't know!"
"I count three times, three, two, one"
When Zhou Jian counted to the last number, Kun Gan suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhou Jian's gun-holding hand, then twisted it over, pulled out a butterfly swing knife from his waist at the same time, and pointed it at Zhou Jian's hand.
A knife was inserted into his stomach.
However, just when he was halfway through stabbing with the knife, he only felt something wiped his neck, and then his vision blurred for a moment, and his body also lost strength, and he fell softly.
Zhou Jian sighed. It seemed that this guy really didn't know. The previous Burmese translator was right. It was not easy to find Subaman.
The Burmese translator's face turned pale with fear and he knelt on the ground on the spot, "Brother, don't kill me, I didn't see anything."
Zhou Jian couldn't laugh or cry, "Did I say I wanted to kill you?"
Before coming to Myanmar this time, he chose the disguise in the game as usual. In fact, it was not to prevent Kungan, but just to avoid unnecessary trouble caused by accidentally getting into the newspapers. After all, although the traffic here is congested, but paying attention to the people here
There are many forces.
The Burmese translator still didn't dare to get up, and was trembling with fear, because he had seen movies and knew that many murderers said they would silence you without killing you, but they would shoot you when you turned around and tried to run away.
However, he knelt on the ground for a long time without seeing any movement. Then he raised his head tremblingly and found that the Chinese young man had disappeared. On the ground, where he had just been kneeling, there was a hundred-dollar bill pressed with a stone.
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The translator stared straight at the banknote, swallowed for a long time, finally gritted his teeth, took the banknote and put it into his pocket, then stumbled out and ran down the mountain as hard as he could. "What? Kun Gan is missing.
"
"..."
"You trash!"
"..."
"I'm too lazy to listen to your explanation, why don't you go find it quickly!"
"..."
After hanging up the phone, Subaman was completely angry. The other party was deliberately disgusting him.
He guessed that there were not many people on the other side, but they were just good at it.
As long as they are caught, they can be easily eliminated.
In Myanmar, drug lords often have hundreds or even thousands of armed forces, but these armed forces are not all huddled in a fortress to protect the boss, waiting for people to go up to the mountains to fight, as described in some movies.
In fact, there is no point in doing so, and a drug lord of equal level simply cannot support 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 price of hard-to-find drugs to soar. In the Golden Triangle, because the drug trade is open and honest, the finished heroin only costs hundreds or thousands of dollars per kilogram. These are eliminated by the Golden Triangle.
The purity of heroin sold after passing through layers of drug dealers will drop from over 90% to less than 5%, while the price will increase from hundreds to thousands of dollars per kilogram to tens to hundreds of dollars per gram, and profits will double.
Thousands of times.
The real big profits are actually made by the mafia in various countries. Because the risks are high, the medium-sized Burmese drug lords produce more than a dozen or dozens of tons of heroin a year and earn hundreds of millions of dollars.
Not bad.
This amount of money is simply not enough to support an army that only eats and does not work but also receives wages. Therefore, the army under the drug lord is actually the staff of the drug gang, and most of them are scattered in the countryside.
Why in the countryside? This is because the Golden Triangle is full of jungles and mountains, and transportation can only rely on mules and horses. Transportation is extremely inconvenient. Most tobacco farmers live in ravines. If you want to buy their poppies, you have to go deep into their villages and go door to door.
The journey often takes several days to harvest.
It is not easy for smokers in the valley to transport opium to the city and sell it at a high price, because they cannot spend several days traveling to the city for a few kilograms of opium, so they can only sell it to the drug lord's men at a low price, and
The drug lord's subordinates also judge their "performance" based on how much opium they collect and then pay them wages.
In fact, in a sense, a drug trafficking gang is similar to a company, divided into purchasing, sales, personnel and other departments. However, the employees of the drug trafficking gang are equipped with guns and can fight at any time.@.
