Ling Jie hid behind the tree, frowned, and then laughed again.
We meet each other everywhere in life. I didn't expect to meet the drug lord Kunsha here, and it was such a dramatic encounter.
"Shaha, how far is it from Yangon?" Kunsha said, wiping the sweat from his head.
"General, according to the GPS on the car, this place is more than 100 kilometers away from Yangon. If we walk, it may take two days. General, as you know the terrain of the Golden Triangle, it is impossible to move at night, so we can only travel during the day.
." said the adjutant named Shah.
"I must find those two people when I get back to Yangon!" Kunsha roared angrily. At this moment, all his anger was pushed onto Ling Jie and Bingtong.
"General, wait for me. I'll get my luggage from the car and we'll leave." After Shaha finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the Hummer.
Ling Jie smiled, pushed aside the grass on one side, and quietly reached over from the other end. Kun Sha sat aside and smoked a cigar in his pocket, unaware that a figure was quietly approaching them.
"You...!" Shah turned around and looked at the man in front of him in horror, his mouth had been covered unconsciously.
"Who are you!" Shah, whose mouth was covered, asked vaguely in English.
"You don't need to know anymore." Ling Jie smiled and at the same time pinched Shaha's chin with one hand, covered his mouth with the other hand, and twisted it hard. There was only a "click" sound, and Shaha, who was struggling desperately, fell down.
.
Ling Jie is not cold-blooded or ruthless, but killing such a person does not deserve his mercy.
This Saha was originally Khun Sa's favorite dog. I was lucky to have escaped this disaster with Khun Sa. I thought that I could enjoy a peaceful life when I returned to Yangon and didn't have to stay in a place where birds don't lay eggs.
Shit Kingdom, Shah feels that Khun Sa is totally out of his mind. He has made tens of billions and still refuses to stop. He dreams about spring and autumn all day long. He stays in the mountains and forests every day. He doesn’t use the money he has and doesn’t enjoy the blessings.
After all, Shah really has to thank the two people who blew up his nest, so that he can go back to Yangon and enjoy some happiness, but this beautiful dream has ended today.
"Asshole! Are you ready? How long do you want me to wait for you!" Kunsha started to get a little impatient and said angrily.
At this time, Ling Jie put on Shaha's peaked cap and got out of the car. Kunsha beside him didn't take a closer look. He just sat on the ground and said angrily: "Do you want to take a bath? I'm looking for two girls to sleep with."
come out?!"
"General, you are very elegant, sitting on the dirt floor and smoking a cigar." Ling Jie said in English with a smile.
"Who are you! Where's Shah!" Kunsha was startled by Ling Jie's voice. He stood up suddenly and tried to pull out the gun from his waist, but he forgot to put everything in the car.
"You don't need to know who I am." Ling Jie said.
"Shaha! Shaha! You bastard, come out quickly!" Kunsha shouted.
"No need to scream, he is already dead." Ling Jie said.
"What! Who sent you here!" Kun Sha stared at Ling Jie fiercely.
"Is it meaningful for a person who is about to die to know this?" Ling Jie asked.
"Hmph! We have to kill them all! Why talk so much!" Kunsha closed his eyes after saying this, looking as if he was looking forward to death.
Kunsha can be called a hero. If he didn't have any courage and courage, he probably wouldn't be able to achieve what he has achieved today. He is already half-footed in the underworld, and he doesn't take life and death too seriously.
"Do you think that if you kill me, the Golden Triangle will not continue to produce and sell drugs? If you kill me, won't a second me or a third me appear?" Kunsha said suddenly.
Ling Jie smiled, and it was obvious that Kun Sha was defending himself. No one is not afraid of death, just like when he was shot. When people who do evil and ruthless people have the barrel of a gun pressed against their head,
The stubborn and ruthless heart will tremble and be afraid.
Seeing that Ling Jie didn't say anything, Kun Sha continued: "I don't know who sent you, and I don't know how much commission they gave you. If you are willing to cooperate with me, I am willing to pay you the ten dollars they gave you."
times the commission.”
"They didn't give me a penny." Ling Jie said with a smile.
"As long as you let me go, I will remember your kindness and give you 30% bonus every year." Kunsha, an old fox, started a money offensive.
"Oh? How much can you earn in a year?" Ling Jie asked evilly.
"$300 million," Kunsha said.
Ling Jie was so surprised when he heard this that he almost dropped the dagger in his hand. How much would it cost in RMB? How many tons of drugs would be sold? Hundreds of thousands were astronomical figures in Ling Jie's eyes.
"Sorry, I only like cash, and your drug base has been destroyed, how do you want to give me bonuses?" Ling Jie said
"I can give you women, I can give you the most beautiful women in Myanmar, and I can also give you an army of several thousand men at your disposal," Khun Sa continued.
"Sorry, I'm only interested in Chinese women, and if you give me an army, I won't be able to use it." After speaking, Ling Jie walked up to Kun Sha and raised the dagger in his hand.
Kunsha, who had no strength in his hands, had been a guerrilla soldier in his early years, but later he became accustomed to being pampered and his skills had long since been lost.
"Money. Money. I still have money in my Swiss bank, and I have countless villas and properties in Yangon. I will give them all to you." Khun Sa began to be afraid. The money was gone, and he could still make money, but his rights were gone.
You can work hard, but if your life is gone, you can't get anything in exchange for it.
Ling Jie didn't expect that one of the heroes in the Golden Triangle would be so timid, but who is not? A strong person is nothing in the face of death.
"Okay, give me your bank account password, and maybe I'll let you go if I'm happy." Ling Jie had an evil smile on his lips.
A list of account numbers were quickly reported. The account number turned out to be Kunsha's birthday, and the password was actually 123456789. He was really very brave.
"Okay, I don't care how much money is in it. I believe you don't dare to trick me with an empty account. Goodbye!" Ling Jie turned around and left.
Kunsha sweated a lot and sighed in his heart: "Huh, just give me some money and let it go. It's just a small account worth billions of dollars. If it's gone, it's gone."
Ling Jie doesn't have a phone now. If he wants to open a Swiss bank account, he has to find someone to handle it. He can only do it slowly when he gets back. Ling Jie is now wondering whether every team member in Qianlong is a rich man. Ling Jie originally also
I don’t plan to kill Kunsha, because this mission is just to cut off the drug transportation line. I have caused too many troubles now, and I feel a bit like a dog trying to meddle in other people’s business. Kunsha is right. If he dies, Kunsha may still breed.
Come out with more Kunsha.
Ling Jie, who was halfway there, suddenly thought of something. He turned around and stared at Kunsha and asked, "Did you take some kind of aphrodisiac to a woman yesterday?"
"Ah! That was all done on my own initiative by my subordinates. I can give you any money you want." Kunsha was relieved at first, but he didn't know that this man would mention this matter.
"I'm sorry, your life can be exchanged for money, but that woman can't." Without saying a word, a dagger flew over and was inserted into Kunsha's head. Kunsha's eyes widened.
, it’s hard to believe that I just escaped from the disaster and died in the blink of an eye without laughing.
Ling Jie walked to the side and went to the side for a while, almost suffocating. After finishing, he shivered, put on his pants and ran up. He didn't know what happened to that girl Bingtong.
"I'm here, let's go." Ling Jie said looking at Bingtong who was leaning against the tree and staring at the sky in a daze.
"Oh..." Bingtong surprisingly didn't complain at all. Ling Jie thought that this girl would get angry and blame him for being so slow, but he didn't expect that she just responded lightly.
The two of them were silent along the way. After walking for a day, they finally approached the Chinese border. However, at this time, no one knew that Khun Sa, the drug lord of the Golden Triangle, had died in a jungle. What would happen to the Golden Triangle after the death of a generation of drug kings?
"Who is this?" a border guard shouted while standing on the sentry post with his gun raised.
"This is the Chinese border! Please accept the border inspection and enter the customs!" Another soldier saw Ling Jie Bingtong covered in blood and their clothes were in tatters. He thought they were Myanmar terrorists and asked vigilantly.
Both of them ignored a question, how to get through it. Just when they didn't know in what capacity they should talk about it
At this time, a car drove out from the border crossing and stopped next to Ling Jie and Bingtong.
"Bingtong, Lingjie." Wu Tian poked his head out of the car and smiled.
"Get in the car." Brothers Wang Hu and Wang Bao were also in the car.
After getting into the car, Ling Jie felt truly relieved. As soon as the car drove into the border station, Ling Jie felt a sense of intimacy and connection with the earth. Although this battle was hurried,
There were only five or six days left, and the operation could be said to be a failure. However, Ling Jie could be said to have truly understood life and death, and he gained more blood and the true momentum of a soldier.
"Ling Jie, I was originally going to collect the body for you, but I didn't expect you to be quite mellow. You must have caused the explosion over there," Wu Tian said with a smile.
Ling Jie smiled and said nothing, lying down gently on the seat and closing his eyes. He was really tired from this walk, and he started to feel sleepy as soon as his body and mind relaxed. He turned his head and saw that Bingtong had fallen asleep.