Since drugs are an upright profession in the Golden Triangle, casinos and brothels here also appear openly.
Mango Bar is the most high-end entertainment and leisure venue in the Kokang area - as long as you have money, you can get any excitement you want here.
At 8:30 in the evening, Tang Peng, still wearing the same clothes as he had during the day, handed the gun-toting janitor of the Mango Bar the ten-dollar ticket fee, and then walked in without hesitation.
The entire Mango Bar is divided into three floors, and the lobby on the first floor is about a thousand square meters.
Since it's not the bar's prime time yet, the hall isn't too crowded, but there must be at least a few hundred people.
Kokang, the most upscale bar, does not have any booths like bars in China: there are more than a dozen large long tables, surrounded by a circle of people, filled with cash and RMB.
, there are US dollars and Euros, but there are just no chips.
You don’t need chips to gamble in the Golden Triangle, you can get cash when you come, and it’s exciting to play!
At the far south end of the bar, there is a large high platform, on which there are two blond beauties in bikinis. They are surrounding a steel pipe, constantly changing their snake-like waists, making hot and provocative movements, and from time to time
will cause some whistles and screams.
Everything looks normal.
Tang Peng walked slowly to the bar, ordered a glass of foreign wine, sat on a high backless chair, and slowly scanned the hall.
According to the information provided by Jelina, Francis would come to Mango Bar to relax for two hours every night around nine o'clock, rain or shine.
Tang Peng scanned the circle carefully and did not see the face that matched the photo.
It seems that Francis did not come here early tonight.
"Sir, where are you from?"
While Tang Peng was staring at the door of the bar, the bartender who poured him drinks, a local girl who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, spoke to him.
Tang Peng turned around, looked at the little girl's pretty face, smiled and said, "Which side are you talking about?"
The little girl smiled, showing her neat white teeth: "Over there, of course it's China."
"Well, I'm Chinese, but I'm not from there."
Tang Peng said: "I am from the United Nations Environmental Protection Agency, and I came to Kokang just to do environmental surveys. Little sister, are you a local?"
The little girl nodded: "You can also say that."
Tang Peng was a little curious: "Oh, why do you say this--seeing that your mixing skills are very cool, give me a cocktail."
The little girl smiled and poured a glass of wine for Tang Peng: "I was born here, as were my father and my mother, but not my grandfather. He is also from China."
Tang Peng suddenly said: "Oh, it turns out it was your grandfather's generation who immigrated here."
The little girl sighed: "Oh, no, my grandfather was a defeated soldier."
"Defeated?"
"Well, they are defeated soldiers. Are you interested in listening?"
"All ears."
"Giggle, okay."
The little girl chuckled, pushed the wine glass aside, lay on the bar and said, "You have never heard of the 93rd Division in domestic history textbooks, right?"
"**93rd Division?"
Tang Peng scratched the back of his head: "I really haven't heard of it."
…
The 93rd Division was part of the Eighth Army of the former Nationalist Army in Yunnan. After its defeat in 1949, it had no way to retreat and had no choice but to enter the Golden Triangle area and merged with the remnants of the former Nationalist Anti-Japanese Expeditionary Force stranded there to form the 93rd Division.
After 1949, as the remnants of the Communist Party, they were unable to return to the treasure island, so they were ordered by Chairman Chiang to cower in the Golden Triangle area, waiting for a comeback during the "Liberation of the Mainland".
At that time, the Golden Triangle was under the jurisdiction of Thailand. After World War II, they certainly would not tolerate the existence of such an armed force in the territory, so after warning to no avail, they began to encircle and suppress them.
However, what makes the Thai government feel embarrassed is that although the 93rd Division has suffered repeated defeats on the domestic battlefield, it has only tried its best against the Thai Army, which is several times its size, and defeated them in a few battles.
I was so convinced that they finally understood what it means to be a skinny camel bigger than a horse!
The Thai government saw clearly that they were no match for the 93rd Division, so it took the initiative to seek peace: the Thai government was willing to provide an area for the 93rd Division to settle, and the only condition was that the 93rd Division was required to serve as mercenaries to encircle and suppress the Thai Communist guerrillas.
In order to survive, the 93rd Division had no choice but to agree to live and die for other countries' governments on the territory of other countries, in exchange for a place to live.
Due to cruel historical reasons, Chairman Chiang was forced to leave the well-equipped 93rd Division in South Asia. When his dream of counterattacking the mainland was shattered, these troops in foreign countries became the children of a "milkless mother".
Due to excessive poverty in the Golden Triangle area, it was impossible to grow food, and there was a lack of local medical treatment, so the 93rd Division and the locals had no choice but to grow opium poppies to make a living.
Over time, this place gradually formed the world's largest drug processing base.
"My grandfather is the commander of the 93rd Division."
After the little girl finished telling this allusion, although she was still smiling, there was obvious helplessness in her smile.
Pouring Tang Peng a glass of wine again, she shrugged: "Forget it, let's not talk about this, I also listen to what my dad and the others said. Hehe, for the sake of your willingness to listen to my story, you are here tonight
The consumption here is mine.”
Tang Peng shook his head: "That's not necessary. By the way, since your grandfather was the division commander, then your father should be very powerful. After all, he should have the support of many subordinates. Even if he is not a big drug lord, you should not be allowed to be a child.
Why don't you come here to be a bartender when you're young?"
"When my grandfather was alive, no one dared to do anything to our family, but after he died."
The little girl said with an indifferent expression: "In the army, there have always been mountains and there are constant factional fights, even if everyone is living in a foreign country and it's ugly. Let me tell you, in fact, ten years ago, my father was here
The biggest general, but then that bastard launched a mutiny and killed my three brothers. Although my dad did not die in the mutiny, his legs were blown off by artillery shells and he was completely disabled. Hehe, just guessing
I didn’t expect that he would be kicked out by the Italians before he had even been famous for ten years. This is called retribution.”
Tang Peng pretended not to know anything and asked: "Which Italian?"
"This is Francis, the current king of the Kokang area. He comes here every night. I heard that he also has a big backer there. The Burmese government tried to annihilate him several times, but was under pressure from there and had to withdraw its troops hastily. In fact,
This mango bar is also his business."
As the little girl spoke, she took out a pack of cigarettes from under the bar, skillfully took out one and put it in her mouth. She said vaguely: "I don't know how long he can be famous. Damn it, every time I see it
His face makes me want to step on it..."
After seeing the little girl's skillful smoking movements, Tang Peng couldn't help but advise: "You are still young and you are a girl, so it is best not to smoke."
"Thank you, handsome guy."
The little girl said nonchalantly: "I am young. If I were there, I would be in high school at this time, right? But here - hey, in order to support my disabled father, what kind of school do I have to go to? In addition to being in school every day,
Besides working here, I also have to go out and do some black boxing."
"What, you still do black boxing?"
Tang Peng was startled.
The little girl rolled her eyes: "What's weird about this? Since my dad became disabled and my brothers died, I started learning boxing from others when I was six years old. In addition to making some money to support the family, my oldest
My wish is to learn good kung fu, just like the legendary Longteng Twelve, and take back what my father lost!"
"You have such great ambitions, little sister, what is your name?"
As soon as Tang Peng asked this question, he suddenly heard the originally gentle music suddenly became louder, and the whistles and shouts of many people rang out in the hall.
Tang Peng turned around and saw a tall man jumping up on the high platform in the south. He grabbed a beautiful pole dancing girl, tore her trousers to pieces and put her two long legs on top.
On the shoulder, a hand took off his pants - amidst the high-pitched screams of everyone, he hugged the woman's waist and thrust forward!
The woman grasped the steel pipe tightly with both hands, leaned back suddenly, and with her blond hair flying, a scream of joy came from the miniature microphone beside her cheek: "Ah!"
"Fuck, fuck! Fuck her to death!"
Most of the men in the audience began to smash the table, stamp their feet, and whistle to cheer for the man.
Tang Peng asked himself that he could be regarded as a person who had traveled south, crossed north, and peed around the Danube River (sui), but this was the first time he saw such a situation. The two women on the high platform actually peeed in front of everyone.
Playing the three-XP sport brought the atmosphere in the bar to a climax!
"Damn it, if this was done in China, wouldn't the business be so good?"
Tang Peng stared blankly for a moment, and when he turned back, he saw the little girl looking calm.
"People come here every now and then. I'm used to it. It's not interesting."
The little girl shrugged, held up her glass and said, "Okay, handsome guy, I won't talk to you anymore, I have to make drinks for Francis, he's here."
Tang Peng's eyes moved, and he casually looked towards the door, and saw four men in camouflage uniforms walking in from the outside.
The person walking at the front was a tall, thin European and American man with yellow hair. He looked about 1.9 meters tall but weighed no more than 75 kilograms. He had a thick cigar in his mouth and two pistols in his waist. Look.
It looks very mighty.
But judging from his gray face, Tang Peng could tell at a glance that he was drunk too much——
This person is exactly the target of Tang Peng's coming to Kokang this time, Francis.
After Francis appeared, the cheering voices in the bar suddenly became much quieter, and the spotlight no longer shone on the three people on the high platform. He was like an ice cube thrown into hot water, which had a good cooling effect.
effect.
After a brief pause at the door, Francis, accompanied by three bodyguards, walked towards the center of the hall.
People around the gaming table in the center of the hall stood up and got out of the way.