"Cole, in our operations in Myanmar over the past four years, three people have died! They were all sent by me!" Mike Aller's first words startled Yang Jing.
Yang Jing knew that Myanmar was in chaos at that time. In fact, Myanmar had not been peaceful since the end of World War II. Strictly speaking, Myanmar's civil unrest was even as fierce as the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. Myanmar had not been truly unified in the past few decades or even until the 21st century.
But Yang Jing really didn't expect that the political situation in Myanmar in the early 1980s was relatively stable, so Yang Jing dared to let Mike Ale arrange people to go to the jade mining area in northern Myanmar to open mines. According to Yang Jing's idea, in the early 1980s, Americans were also very popular in Myanmar. As long as the people sent by Mike Ale did not commit suicide in Shan State in the east and did not let Khun Sa, the big drug lord, run into them, there would be basically no problem with personal safety.
But three people died in these four years. What’s going on?
Seeing Yang Jing's face darken, Mike Aller explained with a wry smile: "In fact, this matter is my fault. I did not consider their experience when selecting people. As a result, the five people I sent over there did some things they should not have done. This aroused the anger of the people in power in Kachin State. Only two of the five people escaped, and the other three all died over there."
Mike Aller sighed and said helplessly, "It's really too chaotic over there. I never imagined the extent of the chaos. Those five people are all retired members of the Navy SEALs."
"What's going on?" Yang Jin asked in a deep voice.
"Those five guys did a good job at first. They used the US dollar to open up some channels in Kachin State. But those five guys were not quiet people. They even shot several local women, which caused serious chaos. Three of them were killed on the spot by the local armed forces..."
"How could you hire such a scumbag..." Yang Jing wanted to hold Mike Aller accountable, but seeing that he also had a guilty look on his face, Yang Jing just endured it.
"How are the remaining two people?" Yang Jing took a long breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked in a low voice.
"Don't worry, my people sent those two guys to Canada, and then they all died in a car accident." Mike Aller said sinisterly, "It wasn't me who did it. Those two guys got drunk and drove the car into a lake on the side of the road. It was the winter of the year before last..."
Yang Jing nodded slightly.
"Later, I realized that we couldn't blatantly send Americans over to such a chaotic place, so I found an Asian immigrant from Myanmar in the United States and asked him to take charge of things over there. This guy did a great job. In less than a year, he got in touch with Peng Jiasheng, who had been silent for several years. He used the arms that I had someone smuggle to him to make Peng Jiasheng powerful again, and then our things over there became a lot easier."
"Peng Jiasheng?" Yang Jing was also surprised to hear this name. Peng Jiasheng's prestige in Myanmar in the last century was no less than that of Khun Sa, especially in Kachin State in northern Myanmar. In his heyday, Peng Jiasheng could be said to be the king of Kachin State.
It was only in the 1970s that Peng Jiasheng suffered a series of blows and gradually fell into silence. It was not until the late 1980s and early 1990s that he rose again and dominated Kachin State again.
However, although Peng Jiasheng fell into silence at this time, the four Vajras under his command still controlled the military power of Kachin State. Peng Jiasheng was still the king of Kachin State hidden in the darkness.
"Mike, did the guy you found use arms to impress Peng Jiasheng?"
"Yeah." Mike Aller smiled and nodded. "I didn't expect that this warlord nicknamed 'King of Courage' would be so easily moved. I just contacted an arms dealer active in the Middle East through a friend, and then got a thousand AK47s and a hundred RPG7 individual rocket launchers from him, plus some corresponding ammunition. The total cost was less than $700,000, and I ended up dealing with Peng Jiasheng directly."
Hearing this number, Yang Jing couldn't help but smile a little and asked, "Are they all second-hand weapons?"
"Haha, what kind of soldiers do you think those so-called Kokang Allied Army soldiers are? Those Kokang Allied Army soldiers are actually just a group of young and strong farmers. Equipping them with second-hand AK47s and RPG7s are already extremely high-end weapons for them. According to Wu Qinmao, oh, this person is the Burmese Asian I found, many soldiers there are still holding weapons from the World War II period. Therefore, even a second-hand AK47 is excellent for the soldiers there, and as for the RPG7, it is equivalent to a high-end weapon for them."
Yang Jing also smiled helplessly and shook his head. Isn't that right? This is the 1980s, not the 21st century. Even in the conflict in northern Myanmar that broke out in 2015, the weapons used by the local soldiers in northern Myanmar were only AK47s.
Mike Aller said, "A second-hand AK47 cost $280 each, and an RPG7 cost $300 each. Including ammunition, the total cost was less than $700,000. It was very cheap, really very cheap. You know, the pensions I gave to those three people who died were as high as $500,000 each! Oh, if I had known that those native soldiers were so easily moved, I should have used this method a long time ago."
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