Asian time, around five o'clock in the morning.

Luo Wentao inserted his hands and sat on the plane with a blanket covering him and asked, "How long will it take?"

After being stunned, the Secretary of Life looked down at his watch and responded: "It's soon, it's landing in about an hour."

"I'll go to the toilet." Luo Wentao stood up panting.

"I will help you." The Secretary of Life immediately stood up.

"You can rest, you're very tired." Luo Wentao waved his hand and signaled that he didn't need it, and he just walked slowly towards the bathroom at the front of the cabin.

The Secretary of Life glanced at Lao Luo, held his chin, and was not sleepy at all.

Lao Luo came to the cabin door, pulled the shielding curtain, opened the bathroom door and walked over.

Five minutes later, there was no movement in the bathroom.

The Secretary of Life glanced at his watch and frowned slightly.

After another five or six minutes, Lao Luo still didn't come out.

"Why are you feeling so slow? Will you feel uncomfortable in your heart?" Life secretary asked Lao Ou, who also had no rest.

"Go and have a look." Lao Ou frowned and replied.

The Secretary of Life immediately stood up and walked towards the hatch.

"Crash!"

The curtain was pulled open, Lao Luo shook the water droplets on his hand and walked towards him.

"Are you uncomfortable?" asked the Secretary of Life: "Is it because of the troubles in the bowel movement?"

Lao Luo nodded.

The Secretary of Life immediately returned to the seat, took out the medicine box from his bag, lowered his head and took two green potions and handed them to Lao Luo, and shouted: "Flight attendant, get warm water."

Lao Luo did not refuse, bent down and sat in the seat next to Lao Ou and took medicine. Then he waved his hand to greet the secretary of life and said, "You have a rest, and I will chat with Lao Ou for a while."

"Okay." The Secretary of Life smiled and nodded, turned around and returned to his seat.

Old Ou held his chin and turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Luo Wentao turned around and looked at Lao Ou: "Which airport did you think we were at?"

Lao Ou was stunned: "Isn't Fei Hangz?"

"Oh, yes, Hang z." Luo Wentao replied as if his memory loss.

"......If things happen, don't think too much." Lao Ou advised.

"You, you can't understand my current mood." Lao Luo patted the other party's arm and closed his eyes.

...

Less than an hour later.

The flight attendant of a private airline flight prompted everyone that the plane would land in five minutes.

The Secretary of Life immediately stood up and began to pack up his things.

The plane gradually lowered, and the cabin was shaking slightly. Luo Wentao inserted his hands and closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

After a while, the plane landed, and a huge feeling of pushing the back came. Lao Ou reached out and touched Luo Wentao: "I've landed, don't sleep, otherwise I'll catch a cold if I go down in a while."

"Well, I'm rushing every day, I'm tired." Luo Wentao sighed and opened his eyes.

The plane stopped, the cabin door opened, and the life secretary reminded him with his stuff, "Mr. Luo, we can leave now."

"Let's go."

Luo Wentao stood up decisively, walked out with Lao Ou, and the Secretary of Life was at the end.

The three of them quickly walked to the exit gate. A cold wind blew. Luo Wentao stood above the ladder and suddenly turned around and said to the Secretary of Life: "Oh, my phone seems to have fallen on my seat. You go and find it."

"Oh, OK." The Secretary of Life nodded immediately, turned around and returned to the inner side of the cabin.

Luo Wentao took a step and began to walk under the ladder, but Lao Ou was completely stunned.

"Let's go?" Luo Wentao turned around and greeted.

Old Ou looked confused, turned his head to look at the environment in the airport, and said in astonishment: "This...this...this isn't Hang Z."

Luo Wentao stood there with his hands behind his back: "Isn't it?"

"Tread!"

A sound of footsteps came, a man in blue work clothes ran up from under the ladder, put a box directly on the steps, and turned around and left.

"Where is the captain?" After Lao Ou reacted, he was about to rush back immediately.

"As soon as the plane stopped, he would definitely go down." Luo Wentao shouted softly, waved his hand and greeted, "Please carry the box."

Lao Ou still didn't come back to his senses.

"Carry it!" Luo Wentao reminded.

Lao Ou came to his senses and immediately took the box forward, while constantly looking around. Finally, his eyes stayed on a big sign not far away, and said in a trembling voice: "...This is...This is...This is Myanmar d Yangon...and it is not a mainstream civil airport."

"What's wrong?" The Secretary of Life rushed out with Lao Luo's cell phone.

“Buzz!”

The surging motor sounded, and four or five off-road vehicles rushed in directly from the gate.

It was already early morning, and the sky was bright and there was some fog, but it was not difficult to see some scenes not far away.

"Old Luo, it's over, we're fucked."

"Go down." Luo Wentao accelerated his pace and walked down the ladder.

"What the hell is going on?" asked the life secretary, forcing the flight attendant at the airport entrance.

"I don't know either. I said I was landing in Hangz." The flight attendant responded in fear.

"Go away!"

After Lao Ou greeted him, he followed Lao Luo off the plane. The strange man who had picked them up at Di D had not followed everyone onto the private plane because of his identity and the problem of holding a firearm in his hand, and was preparing to return to China.

So at this moment, only Lao Ou and the Secretary of Life followed Luo Wentao.

After the three of them got off the ladder in a hurry, the four or five off-road vehicles opposite were less than three hundred meters away from the plane.

"Kang!"

Suddenly, a gunshot broke out.

"Bang!"

The tire part on the left side of the leading off-road vehicle was completely burst. After the fragments flew across the board, the body lost control and fell directly on the side. After rolling two or three laps in place, it stopped.

Old Ou was stunned again, and couldn't help but look at Luo Wentao's back in shock.

The airport covers a small area and does not have infrastructure such as bridges. Only a few antique-like planes were parked in the courtyard. They looked very dilapidated and didn't know if they could take off, so it was obviously not for civilian use.

After the gunfire sounded, four pickup trucks and a Hummer rushed over from the road on the right, blocking the private plane horizontally at an extremely fast speed.

"Da da da da!"

As soon as the two groups met, the gunshots rang violently.

Inside the off-road vehicle, a man speaking Burmese D language roared in a low voice: "The other party is prepared, and people outside the yard will come in to support it immediately."

"Cruff!"

The Hummer stopped on the right side of the plane, the car door bounced open, and a strong and dark-skinned middle-aged man said to Luo Wentao: "Mr. Luo, we are going to leave immediately. We are coming with private armed forces and there are many people."

After Luo Wentao nodded, he immediately bent down and got into the car, turned his head and said to the life secretary: "It was done by Shen and Jiajun. You call Jiahong and tell him where we are. Let him contact friends from the Southern Military Region of Myanmar D to come and pick them up, hurry up!"

"Oh, OK." The Secretary of Life nodded immediately.
Chapter completed!