"Have you packed everything?"
Wan Yunting, returning with Niu Qiuling, looked at Meng Hu and Di She, who were busy moving luggage from the rooms to two powerful SUVs. Di She chuckled, "All packed, don't worry, Boss Wan. I even retrieved your underwear from the balcony."
"You didn't sniff it, did you?" Wan Yunting rolled his eyes at him in speechlessness. Di She smirked, "Sticky..."
"Damn it..."
Wan Yunting cursed, lunged forward, and kicked Di She down, pinning him to the ground.
"Hahaha..."
Meng Hu and the others burst into laughter. Only Niu Qiuling had no idea what Di She was referring to with "sticky..."
"Brother Wan, it's time to go."
Yang Dong arrived, and Wan Yunting let go of Di She, turning to smile, "Alright, let's go now."
"Okay."
Yang Dong nodded, said nothing, and turned to leave. Outside, Ji Jing and Kong Lian had also prepared the convoy. As per Ye Jiao's instructions, twenty armed personnel were dispatched to protect Wan Yunting and his group.
"Damn, it would be awesome if I had an AK."
Di She and the others came out and saw the uniformed armed forces behind Yang Dong's convoy, each holding an AK-47. Although this gun was a product of the last century, it was favored by armed groups in drug cartels in the Golden Triangle.
Wan Yunting glanced at him and then said to Yang Dong, "Brother Dong, you still have guns here, right? Get a handgun for each of my men for self-defense. I'll pay for them."
"What are you saying, Brother Wan? Sister Jiao instructed us to take care of you, so it's our responsibility," Yang Dong said with a smile.
Naturally, after learning the identities and purpose of Wan Yunting and Niu Qiuling's visit, his initial enthusiasm waned.
Wan Yunting could sense this but couldn't be bothered to say anything.
"Give them each a handgun and fifty rounds of ammunition."
Watching Ji Jing and the others retrieve eight handguns and ammunition from the armory, Wan Yunting distributed them to Meng Hu, Di She, and the five subordinates. "Haha, finally got my hands on the real thing..."
Di She and the others were excited. After all, gun control in China was too strict. Meng Hu and Di She had been around for a while and had handled guns, but they had rarely fired them.
"Can you shoot?"
Seeing Ji Jing hand a handgun to Niu Qiuling as well, Di She asked in confusion.
Niu Qiuling shot him a sideways glance, then expertly released the safety and cocked the weapon. The entire process was fluid and professional, leaving Meng Hu and Di She stunned, their mouths slightly agape.
"Let's go."
Yang Dong, seeing that they had all received their weapons, no longer wasted time.
"Keep them secure, lest you accidentally shoot yourselves."
Wan Yunting glared at Di She and the others before getting into the car with Niu Qiuling and Meng Hu. They then followed Yang Dong's car, with two more vehicles carrying Ye Jiao's armed personnel following behind for protection.
The drive from Mei Jie in Myanmar to the Golden Triangle region would take at least a full day.
The drug trade fair hosted by Pong Ka was the day after tomorrow, and the location of the Pong Ka drug cartel's power was in the lawless zone of Meiles in the Golden Triangle.
Anyone familiar with the Golden Triangle would know that it was a paradise for drug dealers and criminals.
Every year, criminals fleeing from within the country and even from abroad would generally choose the Golden Triangle as their destination!
Due to its special geographical location, the Golden Triangle formed a triangular region encompassing Myanmar, Thailand, China, and Laos, hence its name.
However, the primary responsibility for managing the Golden Triangle was jointly shared by Myanmar, Thailand, and China!
But due to special circumstances, the Golden Triangle had become a lawless zone.
Furthermore, this region had historically relied on poppy cultivation for survival, naturally evolving into the current drug kingdom.
Countless drug cartels operated in the entire Golden Triangle region. Criminals who escaped there ultimately joined local drug cartels or operated independently.
Consequently, many members of the drug trafficking syndicates in the Golden Triangle were Chinese.
Bang!
A gunshot pierced the primitive jungle road. The lead vehicle of the convoy immediately braked sharply.
"What's going on?"
Meng Hu, who had just replaced a subordinate and was driving, along with Di She in the passenger seat, and Wan Yunting and Niu Qiuling behind them, poked their heads out to look ahead. A checkpoint had been set up, manned by several poorly uniformed armed individuals holding various types of firearms, their muzzles pointed at the convoy.
Of course, the twenty armed personnel from Ye Jiao brought by Yang Dong were comparable to regular troops. They uniformly aimed their weapons at the people at the checkpoint, creating a tense standoff.
"It's okay, Brother Wan. I'll handle it."
Yang Dong, who had exited the car ahead, shouted back to Wan Yunting.
"Okay."
Wan Yunting responded, pulled his head back, and then drew the golden Desert Eagle from his back waist, "Tell the brothers to be ready. If they make a move, we leave immediately!"
"Yes."
Meng Hu and Di She nodded, using their walkie-talkies to alert their men in the car behind. They all took out their handguns and vigilantly watched the movements at the checkpoint ahead.
"Where is your boss, Xiong Hailu? Give him a call and tell him I'm Yang Dong!" Yang Dong, accompanied by Ji Jing, stepped forward and spoke to the person in charge of the checkpoint in Burmese.
Seeing the twenty uniformed armed personnel behind Yang Dong's car, the five armed guards at the checkpoint became nervous. The person in charge obediently took out his phone and called their boss.
Less than ten minutes later, two open-top jeeps arrived. A middle-aged man in a green military uniform, wearing sunglasses, with long hair and a scruffy beard, revealing yellow teeth, clearly a long-term drug user, was seated in one of them.
"It's Xiong Hailu!"
Niu Qiuling, sitting in the car, recognized him immediately when Yang Dong met the middle-aged man and he took off his sunglasses to reveal his true face. "He's one of our Chinese. Fifteen years ago, he brutally murdered his neighbors and then fled. It wasn't until five years ago that we learned he had escaped to Myanmar and other regions to engage in drug smuggling."
This surprised Meng Hu and Di She, who were sitting in front. They turned to stare intently at Niu Qiuling, thinking, "How do you know everything?"
"Remember the location."
Wan Yunting nodded, knowing the purpose of this trip was also to track down these domestic drug trafficking syndicates.
Meng Hu, sitting in the driver's seat, frowned. He pointed at Niu Qiuling and directly asked Wan Yunting, "Boss Wan, who exactly is she?"
Wan Yunting blinked and then turned back to smile, "Can't you tell?"
Meng Hu was stunned. He turned and exchanged glances with Di She, then looked back at Niu Qiuling behind them and exclaimed, "Damn it, she's actually a police officer!"
No wonder she handled the guns so skillfully when they were distributed that morning. Meng Hu and Di She had already begun to suspect.
"Boss Wan, you knew she was a police officer all along?"
Di She became anxious, his eyes wide as he stared at Wan Yunting. "Then why did you bring her here?"
Wan Yunting rolled his eyes at him speechlessly. Meng Hu, however, frowned and said, "Boss Wan, are you working for the police?"
"Oh, Tiger, you're quite intelligent."
Wan Yunting turned to Meng Hu with a smile. Since Ye Jiao had exposed his identity, he no longer intended to hide it from Meng Hu and Di She. He nodded and said, "You're right. I'm coming clean. I'm an undercover agent sent by the police!"