God may have taken the wrong medicine, but it was not even May yet, and it rained heavily all day long.
The heavy rain that lasted all day washed away all the dust in the sky above Beijing. When the sky cleared at night, we could actually see the stars that we usually couldn't see.
The office of an auto repair shop in the outer suburbs of Beijing was brightly lit.
There were more than a dozen people in the room, either standing or sitting, both men and women. Everyone was looking at Tang Peng who was sitting behind the desk.
Tang Peng was looking at a map, his brows furrowed, and the ash from the cigarette in his mouth was very long, and he didn't even notice.
The one closest to Tang Peng is of course An'er, who has two mustaches on his lips.
Behind her were five men in their twenties and a girl in her early twenties.
These six men are ordinary in appearance, just like the hawkers we met in the vegetable market. At first glance, they are ordinary and couldn't be more ordinary.
However, An'er's eyes looked at them with obvious admiration: they were private armed forces from the An family in the Northern Dynasty.
There are also many types of private armed forces, some of which are specialized in guarding homes and homes and are called internal guards.
And some are outside, responsible for collecting money for the family head and assassinating political opponents, which are called outside lines.
These six people were the outside line of Anjia in the Northern Dynasty. They had been operating in Europe and the United States before. They came to Beijing this evening under different identities and were at the disposal of An'er.
Standing opposite An'er were several well-dressed men and women.
These people looked relaxed. One of them, smoking a cigarette, even raised his legs and sat on the corner of the desk. His left foot was wandering leisurely and his eyes were rolling around An'er's face.
An'er glared at him with some disgust.
She knew that this guy named Wang Dong was a close friend of Tang Peng, and it was he who led the execution of the mass injury cases that occurred in thirteen cities across seven provinces on April 14th.
At the same time, she also vaguely guessed that this guy was a member of the "Puma" who had disappeared in the international mercenary world.
In this way, Tang Peng's identity is ready to be revealed.
So, what about Jelina who went to Shencheng to invest? How did she meet Tang Peng?
Just when An'er was pondering these questions, Tang Peng spoke: "Wang Dong, are you sure that Kokang is now controlled by the Yan family?"
Wang Dong took off the cigarette from the corner of his mouth and flicked it on the ground: "This is the news that the boss bought with a large sum of money from the Russian Federal Foreign Intelligence Service. The credibility is 99%. It is said that the Yan family is over there.
The main person in charge is an Italian devil named Francis. He launched a mutiny years ago and drove the former drug lord General Chachai out of Kokang and became the new king there."
After a pause, Wang Dong continued: "It is said that Francis has more than 500 men, a small number of whom are mercenaries, and they are well-armed and equipped. He has encountered the Burmese government forces several times, but every time he faced an encirclement,
There will be abnormal movements on the Chinese border, forcing the Burmese army not to act rashly. Sixty percent of the drugs in the Golden Triangle came from his hands. However, the drugs that came out of the Kokang area never appeared in China.
, but this does not rule out the possibility that domestic drug lords will repurchase it at a high price."
"Francis is Italian and related to the Yan family..."
Tang Peng frowned. After a long time, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Oh, that's right. No wonder Xing Yasi is with Hua Cuo. It turns out that she has an unusual relationship with the Yan family! Hum, that's not true.
When I think about it, the Italian Queen's Gang turned out to be just a 'subordinate unit' of the Huaxia Yan family. It's amazing, it's really a generous move."
An'er was a little confused: "Tang Peng, what did you say?"
"nothing."
Tang Peng stood up, pointed to a certain point on the map and said, "Since this place is so valued by the Yan family, let's destroy it and make them feel pain completely!"
Wang Dong clapped his hands and jumped down from the table: "Okay, the boss guessed it right. She said that after you get the news, you will definitely attack this place. For this reason, she and Istav went there in advance.
After arriving in Myanmar, in the name of the ambassador of the Russian Anti-Narcotics Agency, I will work with the government forces to suppress the Kokang illegal armed forces - Damn it, after being silent for so long, my brother finally found an opportunity to kill!"
As soon as Wang Dong finished speaking, he heard Tang Peng say: "You can't go."
Wang Dong was stunned: "What, you said I can't go?"
Tang Peng nodded: "Yes, you can't go, you have to stay in Beijing and continue to 'make small fuss' to confuse those people according to our original plan."
Wang Dong clicked his lips unwillingly: "Then, who is going?"
Tang Peng pointed at the six people behind An'er: "Seven of us will be enough."
Before Wang Dong said anything, An'er objected first: "No, I want to go too!"
Tang Peng raised his hand and patted An'er on the shoulder: "You stay, if these people you are looking for are worthy of my trust."
An'er's eyes narrowed, and he lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Their ancestors are all the old people I settled in. In the Northern Dynasties, my father regarded them as his nephews. Before they came to China, my father had already compiled all their files.
Destroyed them, and obtained new ID cards for them in Guangzhou (the special zone in the Northern Dynasties closest to the Chinese border) - Tang Da, please introduce your names to Tang, the eldest son."
The man who seemed to be the oldest took a step forward, looked at Tang Peng and said solemnly: "Young Master, my name is Tang Da, his name is Tang Er, that is Tang San - the youngest is Tang Liu.
We all have the experience of serving in the special forces of the three major military regions of the Northern Dynasties for at least five years. No matter where we go, we should not be a burden to you."
A flash of surprise flashed in Wang Dong's eyes. He really didn't expect that these people were from the Northern Dynasty's special forces.
Although the economy of the Northern Dynasties is very backward, its ground forces are quite powerful. They have already been baptized by blood and fire in the Korean Peninsula War in the last century.
Moreover, these six people all have Tang as their surname, and they are named according to their age, which in itself represents their loyalty to Tang Peng.
When Tang Peng decided to take An'er back, it was purely because he wanted to take advantage.
But An'er gave him such a generous reward, which he didn't expect.
Slowly glancing at Tang Da and others, Tang Peng held An'er's shoulders with both hands and said softly: "In this case, you should stay in Jinghua and create a little chaos with Wang Dong to attract their attention.
Li. Don’t worry, I will be back, taking the six of them back with me!”
An'er didn't insist anymore and just whispered: "Then I'll wait for you!"
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The Kokang region of Myanmar has high mountains, deep valleys, rapid water flows, and is covered with dense primeval forests and venomous snakes and beasts.
For many people, Kokang is definitely a completely unfamiliar name, because you can't find it on the map with a magnifying glass.
But for drug traffickers and drug addicts all over the world, it is so famous and fascinating.
An addict described Kokang like this: The mountains here are all pink and white.
Because Guogang is located in a zone of no regard, from a certain perspective, this place has become a paradise of freedom and power.
As long as you have money and a gun, you are the king here!
The streets of Kokang are crowded with people. They look similar to those in less developed counties in China. The sun is shining brightly in the sky. There are Chinese characters and Burmese characters on the roadside signs. The music that occasionally comes from the tape recorder is also written by Tang Peng.
Familiar Chinese songs, even if you meet a beggar, he may say to you in Chinese: Sir, please take pity and give me some life-saving money.
If it weren't for the constant presence of soldiers carrying AK-47s on their shoulders on the street, Tang Peng would have begun to wonder if he had come to the wrong place.
Tang Peng was wearing a floral shirt that local residents usually wear, a round straw hat on his head, a pair of flat glasses on his face, and a small canvas bag on his shoulder.
Following Tang Peng were Tang Da and Tang Liu. They were dressed more formally. They were all wearing short-sleeved white shirts and ties around their necks. At first glance, they looked like secretaries or other small figures.
After arriving in the Golden Triangle, Tang Peng got in touch with Jelina. The seven of them were also investigators from the United Nations Natural Environmental Protection Agency coming to Myanmar.
After wandering around Kokang Street for a long time, Tang Peng and the others returned to the largest Nan Ya Hotel in the area.
This is what Jelina arranged to book in advance. There are four luxury suites for seven people.
After giving a slight nod to the smiling front desk waiter, Tang Peng and the others walked up the stairs to Room 301 on the third floor.
Before Tang Da, who was walking in the front, knocked on the door, the door opened, and Tang Er and others were in the room.
After Tang Liu at the back closed the door, Tang Er asked: "Young Master, how is the situation outside?"
Tang Peng took off his hat and pointed around the room.
Tang Er immediately replied: "I have used surveillance detectors to scan the entire room. It's safe!"
Tang Peng hummed, took out his cell phone and clicked it, pointing to a red dot on it and said: "This is Francis' headquarters in Kokang. It is located at the commanding heights of Kokang. It is easy to defend but difficult to attack. During the day, there were about thirty armed guards.
There should be more guards at night. And there are only seven of us. If we want to get close to the headquarters and destroy the drugs in the underground warehouse behind, it is useless to rely on force. However, Francis has a very good habit, that is, every night
He would go to the Mango Bar to relax for two hours. The time he was on his way back was our only chance..."
After saying that, Tang Peng raised his head and asked: "Which one of you is the sniper?"
Except for Tang Da, the other five people raised their hands.
"good."
Tang Peng praised: "You select four snipers to ambush on both sides of the road to the bar. The other two are responsible for covering the back and contacting our reinforcements. I am responsible for taking Francis to his headquarters to get things."
Tang Da and others said anxiously: "That won't work. Before we came, the eldest lady (An'er) told us that we must protect your safety. It's better for us to go in..."
"Don't worry, I'm actually pretty good at doing this kind of thing."
Tang Peng took a breath, looked out the window and murmured: "I have forgotten how long it has been since I experienced that kind of life."