He monitored Hu Pingtao the night before yesterday and witnessed "Chen Junming's" ruthless fighting style. He thought that the opponent was an unruly guy, but he didn't expect that even without Ruan Chengdong suppressing him at the scene, "Chen Junming" still showed enough respect for him.

respect.

This made Fan Yong dispel part of his guard, and his smile became more natural than before: "We are all from Annan, don't be so polite."

Hu Pingtao smiled and said: "If it weren't for Brother Yong's help, Mr. Ruan probably wouldn't have used me. Well, I'll treat Brother Yong to dinner tonight. Please help me make an appointment with the big brother from yesterday."

Fan Yong smiled and said casually: "Let's talk in the evening! Ah Fu may not be free... Well, have you packed everything? Let's go now!"

"Okay." Hu Pingtao nodded and picked up the bundled luggage from the bed.

As soon as the two people walked out of the room, they saw several people coming towards them. In the middle was a man who was being held hostage. His hands were chopped off and the wounds were very fresh. Although they were simply bandaged, they were still dripping blood and were all over the floor.

Hu Pingtao quickly pulled Fan Yong to stand against the wall, leaving enough space for these people to pass.

Fan Yong asked in confusion: "What's going on?"

Hu Pingtao has been in the casino for a while and is very familiar with this: "It should be that he cheated while gambling. He was caught on the spot and his hand was chopped off according to the rules."

Fan Yong nodded. The casino does have this rule, but it also depends on the person. If you can spend enough money to "atone", the casino will give you some face, give you a good beating and drive you away.

If there is no money, then even chopping off the hands is a light thing, but in a more serious case, it can be sent directly to a mine or a private manor and sold as a slave.

Don’t think that the light of peace and civilization can shine evenly on everyone. Sin and darkness do not entirely come from others, many of them are caused by yourself.

Parked downstairs of the dormitory is a three-wheeled motorcycle with a back pocket. This is a characteristic of Southeast Asian countries, and northern Myanmar is no exception.

After getting in the car, Hu Pingtao kept looking for topics to talk to Fan Yong.

Back at the casino last night, Hu Pingtao reported the situation over the phone.

Half an hour later, a message was sent back from China.

"There should be two reasons why Ruan Chengdong recruited you. First, he lacks manpower; second, he and you are from the same hometown. Based on the information we have at present, Ruan Chengdong is very likely to arrange for you to participate in the group's recent drug trading activities. These

Trading is very dangerous, and you must gain the trust of Ruan Chengdong and the people around him as soon as possible."

Telecommunications monitoring is a real national force. It is impossible for a mere drug trafficking group to be equipped with expensive signal monitoring facilities.

The drug trafficking activities of the Wu Qingcheng Group are rampant and have posed a great threat to the country. This plan is crucial, and the higher-ups are determined to kill this Annan man who defected and rebelled.

Hu Pingtao is only one of the specific executors of the entire plan. There is also a huge comprehensive logistics system in China to provide him with various supports.

Intelligence is one of them.

Following Hu Pingtao's report on the phone, information gathered from all aspects was immediately analyzed in the support system. Among them were monitoring of the recent activities of Ruan Chengdong's gang, and comprehensive reports from our latent personnel in northern Myanmar, covering

After reading various local news in Lada, we came to the above conclusion.

The power of the country is beyond the imagination of just a drug dealer.

Before Hu Pingtao left, Xiong Jie told him: "You must believe in the organization and the help we provide you. You are not facing those damn bastards alone. You have many comrades, and we are a collective

, common loss and common prosperity.”

…

Ruan Chengdong's company is located in the northern suburb of Lada and rents a remote three-story building.

Fan Yong took Hu Pingtao to get familiar with the inside of the company, took him to the dormitory area, put down his luggage, and finally went to the warehouse on the top floor and gave him a K54 pistol.

"Get familiar with it and get a feel for it." Fan Yong's smile was very light. It was more perfunctory than polite: "This is our own domestic product, and the quality is not bad."

Hu Pingtao picked up the gun, played with it skillfully, and asked puzzledly: "Why is there no bullet?"

"You are not allowed to take guns on the streets, so I won't issue bullets to you." Fan Yong sneered secretly, but his face was pleasant: "I will give them to you when needed."

Hu Pingtao nodded ignorantly, like all people who don't understand but pretend to understand on such occasions, and asked seriously: "Brother Yong, am I carrying this gun myself, or..."

"How long has it been since you used a gun?" Fan Yong interrupted him and asked.

"It's been almost three years." Hu Pingtao looked honest and courteous, even looking a little weak and bullyable.

Fan Yong said: "Let's test fire with an empty gun first. There is no way, there is no shooting range here, so we can only do this temporarily."

Hu Pingtao held the gun with both hands and aimed at the paper chest target posted on the wall in the distance. He sighed: "It's still fun to shoot with live ammunition. But even when I was a militiaman, the bullets provided were very few."

Fan Yong smiled and said: "You practice, I'll go down first. If you need something, come to me on the second floor. Mr. Ruan is also there."

Hu Pingtao said "Oh" and then said: "Brother Yong, wait a minute, I really have something to ask you for help."

Fan Yong stopped, a little impatient: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Hu Pingtao put down his gun and lifted up his clothes, revealing a bundle of red banknotes tied around his waist.

"This is the money Mr. Ruan gave me yesterday. Brother Yong, can you keep it for me?" He said with sincerity on his face.

Fan Yong was stunned immediately.

After a long time, he asked in confusion: "A Ming, what do you mean?"

Hu Pingtao put the money on the table and said seriously: "Brother Yong, you and Mr. Ruan are both good people. To be honest, Mr. Ruan is the first person to invite me to dinner after coming to Myanmar for so long. I really

I miss home! I want to eat rolled noodles and spring rolls,

I miss my father, sister, and Axia... I work so hard to make money just for them. I know that Brother Yong, you are doing a very hard business, and you can get 50,000 US dollars at a time... Tsk tsk tsk tsk, I really

Very envious."

"If you can make money by losing your head, I will admit it. Brother Yong, please help me. If I die, please send the money home for me."

With that said, Hu Pingtao took out the paper and pen he had prepared in advance from his pocket, lay on the table, wrote down the mailing address, stood up and handed it to Fan Yong.

Holding this thin piece of paper, Fan Yong felt very complicated.

He nodded slightly, agreed casually, picked up the pile of banknotes, turned and left the room, went down to the second floor, and entered Ruan Chengdong's office.

…

After listening to Fan Yong's narration, Ruan Chengdong felt a little incredible: "What are you talking about, A Ming asked you to help him send money home, and he said he was willing to die for money?"

Fan Yong nodded: "Company Commander, it seems we don't need to monitor him. A Ming is a man who wants money rather than his life."

Ruan Chengdong did not answer. He lit a cigarette, walked to the window, stared at the scenery outside, and smoked slowly.

This incident was indeed unexpected and completely different from Ruan Chengdong's imagination.

Drug trafficking is an extremely dangerous business. Not to mention our powerful northern neighbors, as long as you carry one gram of drugs with you, you will be jailed. Although Siam, Myanmar, Annan, and Cambodia, the four South Asian countries have different attitudes towards drugs.

But overall there is not much difference. At least at the official level, they are all determined to ban drugs.

"Chen Junming" is a smart man. He guessed what the so-called "profit-making business" was when we were having dinner last night.

Now that I know, I still dare to step in.

Now he gave another 50,000 yuan to Fan Yong and wrote down his home address, making it clear that he was making arrangements for his funeral.

Ruan Chengdong has met many people who are not afraid of death, and he himself was one of them.

At that time, he was still serving in the Annan Army and fought bravely against the Cambodians. Only then was he promoted from an ordinary soldier to a captain and company commander.

Once you have a position and are in charge of people below, your mentality will change. When fighting, you will always hide behind and shout "Fight me" instead of roaring like before: "Brothers, come with me and fight."

Today Ruan Chengdong has become ruthless.

He shook off the long ash from the front of the cigarette butt, turned around, looked at Fan Yong, and asked: "What do you think of A Ming..."

Fan Yong has been his confidant for many years, and Ruan Chengdong has always valued his opinions.

"I think we should use it first! There is no need to let him die now."

There were no outsiders in the room, and Fan Yong spoke very directly: "Although I have not been in contact with Amin for a long time, I think he has no bad intentions and is just an ordinary poor man. The reason why he ran from Annan to northern Myanmar was to make money. The day before yesterday and

Yesterday, I inquired in the casino and found out that A Ming has no romantic partners here and has never spent money to find a woman. He usually only goes out to buy some daily necessities and have a meal. In short, it is very ordinary. "

Having been with Ruan Chengdong for a long time, Fan Yong has a good grasp of his ideas. Currently, the team is short of manpower, otherwise Ruan Chengdong would not have been tempted to recruit "Chen Junming" just after seeing him a few times in the casino. However, Ruan Chengdong

A stingy and indifferent guy, to put it bluntly, he just wants "Chen Junming" to work with him for free without getting paid, and then kill people and silence him after he uses it.

"Company Commander, now is the time to hire people." Fan Yong whispered: "Besides, Amin is different from those Burmese ghosts. He is from Annan...and one of ours."

This last sentence is a very good reason.

In fact, Fan Yong doesn't have any more thoughts about Hu Pingtao. From the time they met in the casino a few days ago to the time he went to pick him up this morning, Fan Yong's feelings towards Hu Pingtao were very average. It couldn't be said to be close, let alone

Above are friends.

His favorable impression of Hu Pingtao increased significantly, all because a few minutes ago, Hu Pingtao took the initiative to hand over the 50,000 yuan, wrote the mailing address on the paper, and begged Fan Yong to take care of his affairs.

.

Fan Yong is a veteran, the kind who fought through bullets and bullets on the Cambodian battlefield.

People who serve in the military would like to have strong and trustworthy support behind them.

Everyone was from Annan. Hu Pingtao was a warrior and was very good at fighting. He even told Fan Yong that he was from the Jing clan, and he also made a trustworthy request... All of this added up and instantly produced a special effect in Fan Yong's heart. He

His attitude towards Hu Pingtao changed from initial contempt, to indifference, and then to pity.

Now, he was very hesitant and subconsciously regarded Hu Pingtao as "one of his own".

Ruan Chengdong's ideas are somewhat different from his.

He didn't think Hu Pingtao was one of his own. "Chen Junming" had never even done a business with him, and it was just his first acquaintance. Where did the word "trust" come from?
To be continued...