The next day, at 9:30 pm, four pickup trucks stagnated in one shape on the dirt road at the junction of Myanmar D and Vietnam.

In the leading pickup truck, a young man in a camouflage dress was holding a glass pot in his left hand and a lighter in his right hand, constantly burning the small round pot with a straw in his mouth.

"Gululu!"

The sound of boiling water kept ringing, and the young man took three mouthfuls in a row, shouted in Vietnamese with the intercom, "Did you come?"

"not yet."

"What are you doing? The goods are delivered so slowly?"

"I don't know, wait a little longer."

“…!”

The two talked for a few minutes, and the intercom channel became quiet again. Others who came to collect money in the car also had a lot of bad habits, either gambling in the car, or pricking needles and sucking.

In film and television works, we always like to make the military H business very high-end. Every time we trade, it seems like two armies are meeting, but in real life, it is far from exaggerated. For example, when the big poison f Kunsha was rampant in the Golden Triangle, it also sold this thing in trucks, but they also delivered goods across the N River N border, and basically don’t bear people. The villagers around us also know that because one is that no one dares to make the idea of ​​this thing, military H is not the same as poison. Whoever dares to do this must have a complex interest network, private armed forces, governments, and local military. They are all rich. If locals want to touch it, they are not far from death. Second, even if you do it, it is difficult to deal with it!

To whom to sell?

Who dares to buy it?

These are all problems!

It was almost nine forty, and the young man in the lead truck still didn't receive the call. He frowned and pushed open the car door, waved his hand and shouted: "Call, call!"

"Well!"

Suddenly, the motor sounded, and a large light flashed in the distance. The leading young man was stunned and waved his hand and shouted, "Switch on the light."

After saying that, the driver in the lead truck was about to use three long and one short lights to connect the code to the vehicle that was opposite, but before the "long" was finished, the vehicle that was opposite suddenly turned off its headlights and stopped in the darkness.

As soon as the headlights of the opposite vehicle went out, the surrounding area was pitch black, and the pickup truck team couldn't see clearly their situation.

"Bang, bang!"

The sound of the car door being pushed open was heard. Lu Xianghe, Lao Pu and Lao Zhu got out of the car, covered with a triangle scarf on his face, raised it and started to hug the fire!

"Da da da da da da!"

The bullets swept like heavy rain in an instant, and the lead truck was beaten into a sieve on the spot. The three people sitting inside didn't even get off the car, and all turned into honeycomb coal.

"Using the car as a cover for defense is a foodie!" The leading young man reacted very quickly after finishing the draw. He walked to the rear of the car and took out his hand and gun from his waist.

"Crash!"

"Crash!"

“…!”

In the remaining three pickup trucks, the sound of stroking the bolts sounded endlessly, and all guns that were very rare in China and were even invisible were unseen. However, these local outlaws who lived in political unstable situations and relied on violent crimes were not afraid of bullets or used the poison in their bodies to get out of the pickup truck and began to fight back.

"Zhengyuan, Zhengyuan!"

Lu Xianghe hid at the end of the pickup truck and shouted.

"Tread."

As he shouted, He Zhengyuan led three helpers, bent down and came out of the forest. He pinched two big pineapples in his hand, pulled out the security, and threw them down along the gentle slope.

"Bang, bang bang!"

A series of explosions sounded, and dazzling flames rushed two or three meters high. Three pickup trucks exploded, and fragments flew everywhere, instantly shooting two desperate people hiding around.

"Da da da da!"

Lu Xianghe's handheld semi-automatic shuttle was tied to each side of the left and right to ensure that the shuttle could be replaced in less than two seconds. The opponent who was constantly pressing his firepower did not dare to look up at all.

Just a distance of more than ten steps, Lu Xianghe, Lao Zhu and Lao Pu carried it over with several white-haired bullets. When it was less than two meters ahead of the pickup truck convoy, each of them threw a big pineapple again.

The continuous firepower output and the sudden attack, the bandit regiment did not even suffer any injuries, and they did not kill half of the four pickup trucks. The remaining military dealers did not know how many people came from the opposite side. When they saw that the battle could not be fought, they first burst into the sky and then raised the gun high to signal to surrender.

Lu Xianghe waved his hand to signal He Zhengyuan and others to be cautious in surrounding each other. After confirming that the opponent had no ability to counterattack, he drove the remaining military H dealers aside with guns.

He Zhengyuan is a financial fan, and he paid all the expenses for doing this. He also knew that after doing this, he would definitely not be able to hang out with him. So as soon as the scene was controlled, he rushed to the back of the front car, swept the trunk with bullets, and took out four large mountaineering bags from it.

"Crazy, crazy!"

He Zhengyuan unzipped the two bags, looked in, and immediately said, "It's not in vain, it's all RMB, American knives, oh my fuck, there's little goldfish!"

"Take it away, get it away!" Old Zhu waved his hand to greet everyone.

Lu Xianghe held his gun and quickly inspected other vehicles. When he wanted to see that when there was no cash, he accidentally found three ice d and powder the size of rice bags.

"Bang!"

After Lu Xianghe was stunned, he raised his leg and kicked the local outlaw in the head, pointed to the rice bag and said, "Isn't it Jun H? Why is there such a trick?"

The local outlaw couldn't understand Lu Xianghe's words and looked at him with a confused look on his face.

"Isn't it a soldier?! Why is there this?" He Zhengyuan acted as the translator.

"The people who sell G, make money outside, and control the X people strictly, poor, no one can afford to beat this, they won't buy it." The local outlaw hugged his head and jumped out a few words from his mouth: "Give it all to you, give it to you... let us go!"

"Crash!"

When Lu Xianghe heard the sound, his forehead veins swelled up, and he changed his face again and stroked the bolt.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" He Zhengyuan reached out and wanted to stop him.

"My mom, I'm the one who is a big shot!" Lu Xianghe instantly pulled the trigger and swept the muzzle directly.

"Da da da da!"

Two leading local outlaws fell to the ground on the spot.

"I took the goods and silenced me. This is a bit unrighteous." He Zhengyuan looked at Lu Xianghe with a little speechless voice and said.

"This game is burned all, so I won't take it away!" Lu Xianghe didn't explain, pointing at the three rice bags and shouting.

"Oh, it's not right!"

Just then, Lao Zhu suddenly shouted.

"What's wrong?" Lu Xianghe turned around.

"You see, there are counting lists in this bag of money, but why are all Chinese characters written?" Lao Zhu asked with the list in confusion.

Lu Xianghe was stunned.

"You see, there is still a place of ownership under the list, which is Zhejiang j and Yun n!" Lao Zhu said again.
Chapter completed!