Yangon Military Region Office Building.
The man, who had been busy for three days and had not been home, kicked over the table and flew into a rage. He immediately ordered the suspension and investigation of several of his subordinates who only knew how to deceive their superiors and hide the truth from their subordinates. The entire conference room fell silent.
"Are you all fucking dumb? You can't win the battle in the north, you can't hold the rebels in the west, and now you can't even fart?"
The young deputy commander was showing off his power and no one dared to look up and say a word. Commander Sa simply did not show up for such meetings. It was obvious that he was conserving his energy and did not want to have a head-on confrontation with the deputy commander who was at the peak of his career in Naypyidaw.
It's hard for these subordinates. The resolute Wu faction regards them as thorns in their eyes, and Commander Sa doesn't give a clear attitude. They can only survive in the cracks, facing the violent young boss every day and having to endure the scolding.
"Listen up, f**king me. If you can do it, do it. If you can't, take off your uniform and get out of here. I don't have that much time to waste here with you bunch of losers.
Starting from tomorrow, the entire military region, regardless of whether they are civil or military officers, will go out for training. If you cannot meet the standards, no matter how high your rank is or whether there are gods or bodhisattvas backing you up, I will not buy it.
Also, from now on, if anyone dares to mention the word "peace talks", don't blame me for being angry. The military government's attitude towards the enemy can be described in one word: "fight". Negotiations are the job of politicians, and soldiers only go to the battlefield to kill people, and make the other side kneel down before bringing up the negotiation table.
My stance is the stance of the military government's top brass. You simply follow orders strictly. If you want to be a coward, wash your necks in advance and line up at the muzzle of my gun. Meeting adjourned.
After the violent boss finished speaking, he kicked his chair away and left the meeting room without looking back.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Since the founding of the country, Myanmar's most hardline hawks have never made such arrogant and tough remarks at military meetings. This commander is really tough.
On the way back to the manor in the car, the phone in Baru's pocket rang.
The military government’s highly encrypted mobile phone has only one contact person, and that is the highest-ranking official of the military government.
"Brother Meng." Balu answered the phone with a steady and powerful voice.
"You've taken the bait. Five minutes ago, the Intelligence and Security Bureau detected an encrypted call from Yangon to Las Vegas, USA. The content of the call was about today's military meeting. The military's attitude towards the armed forces in northern Myanmar that act as a protector for international drug lords and human trafficking organizations has been leaked. Be careful, they will be on to you soon."
"I understand, Brother Meng." The man's resolute face remained unchanged. He paused and said, "Brother Meng, there must be no mistakes with my wife no matter what."
"Don't worry, I'm watching her more closely than my own wife. Not only my people, but also Ajie's people are taking action. Your wife is now more valuable than a national treasure."
"Of course, isn't my wife a national treasure?" The unscrupulous subordinate was not modest at all.
"By the way, Brother Meng, didn't you say you would set off fireworks for me when I got married? Let's set them off today. Don't even think about backing out. At 10 pm, set them off everywhere in Yangon that can be set off. I want to make my wife happy."
"Are you trying to coax your wife into asking me to pay?" Wu Meng's tone rose two degrees, and he wanted to kick him twice along with the phone.
"I'm working for you, so what if I spend a few bucks from you? Can I take this money with me when I die? You're so stingy, don't teach Ajie bad things..." The bastard subordinate started to act like a rogue.
"Didn't Ah Jie learn all that from you? You still have the nerve to say that? Now you're following Song Cai in the forests of Thailand, feeding mosquitoes. Your sister-in-law gives me a hard time every day. Damn it, I want to crush you to death."
Wu Meng felt overwhelmed when he mentioned that his wife had ignored him these past two days because of their son's matter. Even national affairs had never given him so much trouble.
"Hahahaha..." Barukoran laughed, "Brother Meng, look at how cowardly you are. If you want to coax your wife, then learn from me. Shamelessly cling to her, and if she ignores you, then just act like a spoiled child."
"Hmph~" the man opposite sneered.
It’s not like I haven’t tried before, but this time my wife is determined to deal with me because of our son’s matter.
"You keep giving me bad advice. I'm already this old, and I still need to learn from you?"
"Why do you care about that if you want to hug your wife? You did even more shameless things when you were young. I know that back then—"
"Shut up, if you don't do the job well this time you'll be shot. I don't have time to listen to your nonsense." Wu Meng said and hung up the phone.
Baru raised his eyebrows and muttered to himself, "You did it and you don't let anyone tell you. You deserve it for not being able to coax your wife."
The car entered from the guard building complex and stopped in the middle area. No other cars could enter, so people had to walk through the maze-like corridors and pavilions. Twenty minutes later, the bulletproof door of the main building was opened.
The setting sun shines on the garden scenery that the owner has spent a lot of money to build, which has a kind of beauty of peaceful time and makes people relax and calm down instantly.
The garden aesthetic in the genes of the Chinese people is not in the aesthetic comfort zone of Southeast Asian soldiers, but it did not prevent him from going to great lengths to make his wife happy, and he worked hard for a whole six months.
On the sofa in the main building's living room, a lazily little woman was tying Nan Nan's hair into pigtails with a small bow hairpin. The snow-white cat was as fat as a ball, and its fur reflected the soft light, like a fill light, adding a layer of filter to her makeup-free figure, making her sparkle.
One person and one cat, quietly and adorably waiting here for those who come home late.
The man's throat tightened. At this moment, all the blood and gore outside seemed worth it. As long as she could stay by his side without any worries, he would bear the thunder and storm.
"Baby," he walked over and took his wife in his arms, "Did you miss me?"
"What are you busy with? You haven't been home for several days. People who don't know would think that the top position of the military government is in your hands. I guess Brother Meng is not as busy as you." Nanxi glared at him.
"I was wrong, honey. Those losers really need to be dealt with. They can't do anything well. They've wasted my time hugging my wife. Next time, I'll just take off their official hats and not bother with that."
The shameless man was so obsessed with his wife that his whole body tensed up. Now that he had a warm and soft girl in his arms, he wanted to stick to her. He rubbed his handsome face against her neck again and again, "Sister... I'm hungry..."
Nanxi pushed his head and said, "What are you doing? The servants will come in at any time. It's so embarrassing. Even if you don't have any shame, I still have it."
"Who the hell has the guts to come in? I'd better quit right away if you're so blind..." Baru rubbed the little woman's thigh with his rough hands,
"Baby...wife...sister...I'm almost suffocating, please touch me..."
"Okay." Nanxi twisted her body and pushed him, "Be good, I have something to tell you."
"Let's talk after we're done." The man, who was burning with desire, couldn't hear anything now.
"Let me show you something..." The little woman pushed his head, forced him to look at her, and handed something in front of him.
The big man was confused and scratched his head, "What the hell is this? Nan Nan is sick?"
He remembered that Nan Nan had used this stick to test when she was sick before.
"Oh, so stupid..." Nanxi hit him, "This is a pregnancy test stick, Dailong, you are going to be a father."
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