This story chronicles Old Zeng, a man who loves inventing. He wakes up one day to find himself in Prison No. 79, a place teeming with villains and governed by a completely different set of rules. T...
Zhou Bao followed closely behind and stated, "Brother Qi, I will follow your arrangements."
"Take action after dark! I'll tell you the details later."
If he doesn't play the team-annihilation mode well, he will ruin himself, so Zeng Qi decided to plan it carefully.
In northern Myanmar in August, it gets dark at 7:30 p.m.
A military pickup truck was heading somewhere, with three people and a disfigured corpse in the car.
When we were still fifty kilometers away from General Nilai’s base camp, a roadblock appeared.
"It's me!" Mr. Qu stuck his head out of the car and threw a few cigarettes to the guards.
“Let him go!”
They were old acquaintances, only three of them, and they didn't seem to pose any threat at first glance, so they didn't even bother reporting them.
Forty kilometers later, we encountered another roadblock.
"It's Captain Qu. What brings you here?" The other party greeted him in Burmese.
"I want to talk to the general about some personal matters. Let the brothers divide these cigarettes!" Mr. Qu took out a cigarette from the car and handed it to the other party generously.
"Let them go!" The guy in charge of blocking the road politely agreed.
At the 30th and 20th kilometers, thanks to their status as team leaders, the three of them had a smooth journey.
The last ten kilometers were heavily guarded, with an armored tank lying across the road.
"Isn't this Captain Qu? Didn't you hear that the general wanted to summon you?"
A soldier in camouflage uniform was sitting on the tank, looking at the three people in the vehicle with curiosity.
Qu Shaochen said in a deep voice: "Kangzi, I have something private to tell the general, and it can only be said in person."
Kangzi replied: "The general bought a few new women yesterday. I'm afraid you won't be able to see him tonight."
After jumping off the pickup truck, Qu Shaochen climbed onto the armored tank. I don't know if he did it on purpose, but his hand loosened and the cigarette fell on the armored chain.
Fuck… Qu Shaochen spat and took out another cigarette and handed it to Kangzi.
"No, no, I have a cold. I'll quit smoking for two days." Waving his hand, Kangzi refused reasonably.
As the head of General Nilai's security team, Yasuko has a heavy responsibility and anyone who chooses to go near here at night will make him wary.