Deep in the dense forest where China and Myanmar meet, in a concrete hut, there is a one-eyed man about forty years old, wearing a black tight-fitting vest, American jungle camouflage combat pants, a black eyepatch on his left eye, and a fierce look on his face.
The man with a golden sword sat on the dark green bullet box, using a whetstone to carefully polish the thirty-two centimeter long fighting saber in his hand. There was a Buddha tattoo on the man's left arm, but that
The Buddha statue has eight heads.
"A Feng, how's the matter I told you going?" the one-eyed man raised his head and asked the subordinate standing in front of him.
"Everything has been clearly counted. There are a total of 300 kilograms of No. 4 heroin, 200 kilograms of methamphetamine, and 93,000 ecstasy pills. The number of goods is completely correct." Ma Zai, known as Ah Feng, replied respectfully.
"good!"
The one-eyed man with a quarter of European ancestry stood up from the bullet box. His height of 210 centimeters stood in front of Ah Feng like a giant tower. Ah Feng suddenly felt that his eyesight was darkened.
With a trembling sound, he inserted the fighting saber in his hand into a piece of wood cut from the tree trunk to use as a stool, and laughed loudly: "Right now, the whole of Southeast Asia is in a shortage of goods, and the grandchildren below are already screaming with hunger.
.Except for me, the Eight-faced Buddha Balang, who else can produce products with a purity of more than 90%? Now even if I ask Blind Chen and the others to kneel down and call grandpa, they have to be obedient."
"Master Ba, in the near future you will be Kunsha, no, you will be even more awesome than Kunsha!" Looking at the excited Balang, Ah Feng flattered him in a timely manner.
Although he has many things to wear, only flattery cannot wear them. Ah Feng's words were very helpful to Balang. He laughed and said to the four or five subordinates standing in the room, including Ah Feng: "I, Balang, am not the kind of person who eats alone."
My dear, all brothers who are willing to give their lives to me, Balang, to follow me through life and death, believe me. As long as I have meat to eat, I will never let my brothers drink soup!"
"Thank you, Mr. Ba!"
"Scar."
Barang waved to a man wearing a jungle digital camouflage combat uniform with a scar on the right half of his face, and asked: "Have the people from Hydra arrived yet?"
"I just contacted him two hours ago. He said that he was still dealing with some matters and would arrive a few days later than the previously agreed time."
No one knows what Scar's original name is. Anyway, everyone around Balang knows that he is Balang's most trusted subordinate. The scar on his face, which is ten centimeters long, was left when he was covering Balang's escape.
Down.
The scar, which was ten centimeters long, extended from the right side of his forehead to his cheek. Although the knife failed to kill his eye, it still damaged the facial nerve on the right side of his face. As long as he spoke,
The muscles on the right side of his face would pull unconsciously, and combined with the scar, it was like a centipede crawling slowly on his face, which was creepy.
"What the hell!" Balang slapped his palm on the table and cursed angrily: "That bitch Jiang Qiu is paying less and less attention to me now. If I hadn't helped him in the first place,
, How could he be here today?! You ungrateful bitch, if he doesn’t come, I’ll have a bite of my meat. Scar, inform your brother, get all the guys and get ready to go!”
"yes!"
Scar agreed and was about to leave. Ah Feng, who was standing next to him, suddenly stepped forward, glanced at Balang, and said cautiously: "Master Ba, there is one more thing I forgot to tell you. I went out to inquire about the news."
Aaron came back and said that there were many figures wearing camouflage uniforms entering the woods to the north."
"The special forces are here?!" Barang suddenly became alert.
"According to Aaron, those people don't have any weapons in their hands. They don't look like soldiers, but more like students going out for camping." Ah Feng replied.
"Since you are a student, why are you so scared? Let me know and prepare for shipment!"
"Master Ba, you must not be impulsive." Ah Feng stepped forward to stop Balang and persuaded him: "Master Ba, if this is a trap set by the Chinese military, it will push the brothers alive into the pit of fire.
"
A trap? Balang muttered to himself, and suddenly his right eye showed a fierce light. He raised his big foot wearing sand-colored Oakley military boots and kicked A Feng in the chest.
Ah Feng, who was suddenly hit hard on the chest, flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and hit the wall hard, knocking off a large piece of plaster. Ah Feng opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He fell to the ground with a weak breath.
Barang strode forward, stepped on A Feng's chest, pulled out the quick-draw gun holster on the outside of his thigh, put the large-caliber Desert Eagle pistol produced by the Israeli military factory against his forehead, and asked in a fierce tone: "Say,
Are you an undercover agent sent by the Chinese military?!"
Ever since Balang was ambushed and blinded in one of his left eyes a few years ago, he has been a little suspicious, looking at everyone as if they were undercover agents. This sudden situation scared Ah Feng so much that he trembled all over and almost became incontinent.
"Eighth Master, don't you dare to say such nonsense!" Ah Feng kowtowed to Balang with tears in his eyes and begged for mercy. He swore to the sky and the sun: "In the conscience of heaven and earth, I, Ah Feng, am loyal to Eighth Master. If
If I have a second mind, I will be struck by lightning and struck by five thunderbolts!"
Dao Scar next to him rolled his eyes, first looked at Ah Feng who was kneeling on the ground with contempt, and then said to Balang: "Master Ba, please calm down. If you really want to say that we have an undercover agent here, I can trust you."
At one point, even though Ah Feng is such a coward, he won’t dare to betray me even if I borrow a few more courages from him. He just said that for the sake of our brothers.”
"Brother, what are you talking about? I, Balang, know your scar's feelings for me very well. If anyone dares to say that you are an undercover agent, I will be the first to kill him!" Balang shook the Desert Eagle in his hand.
said.
"That's right, Brother Dao blocked the knife for Master Ba, how could he be an undercover agent!" Several other men in the room carrying AK automatic rifles echoed.
"Scar, what do you think about this?" Barang put away the Desert Eagle and turned his head and asked. Scar's opinions are generally more pertinent, and he is still willing to adopt them.
"Ba Ye, I think it's better to be careful." Scar pursed his lips and said in a deep voice: "Alon was just observing from a distance, and initially judged that they were students camping out, but it could also be the smoke set by the military.
bomb."
"Ba Ye, you think, why do students go to such a remote primitive jungle for camping? This is questionable, and even if they are really students, they cannot enter the primitive jungle known as the 'Death Territory' unprepared.
In the jungle, there is likely to be an army escorting them around, so we'd better be careful, Mr. Ba, this batch of goods is very critical to us and we can't afford to lose it."
Barang was not a foolhardy man. He listened to Scar's analysis and he thought about it. He told Scar: "Ask Alondo to take a few people to check the truth. If it is really a special force, we will start with it."
Retreat. If only the students continue to act according to the original plan, as for the escort soldiers..."
Balang patted the AK74U short assault rifle in his hand and said coldly: "Humph, if someone in Balang has a gun, he can just do it. I have never forgotten the blind hatred back then!"
Barang covered his left eye with a black eyepatch, and his right eye flashed with murderous light.