The hunters at the top of the food chain all know that they cannot have any weaknesses.
If you leave yourself a way out in battle, you will subconsciously want to survive.
The man who went to the battlefield at the age of ten has always been brave and fearless, fearless of heaven and earth. But this night, he suddenly discovered that he had a soft spot under his armpit and a reverse scale in his heart.
"Let go, I can't breathe." Nanxi didn't know what he was feeling in his heart, and pushed the man's hot chest with her small hands.
"You're so spoiled." The man pinched her nose helplessly and said, "Lie down and rest. I'll go wash the dishes."
"Wait a minute," the girl huddled under the thin blanket whispered, "Where did you put my clothes? I want to take a shower, and I smell."
"You go first," the man raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I'll put it next door and bring it in for you later. Are you wearing the pink one?"
Nanxi rolled her eyes at him and got out of bed without a word.
She had no sense of doing housework. Before, when she needed to change clothes, she would just ask Baru and he would bring them in, and she didn't think it was a big deal. But today, she suddenly realized that the relationship between them was becoming more and more like that of an ordinary couple. This made her wonder: if one day she really ran away, would he let her go? Or would he chase her and shoot her?
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No matter how uncontrolled the troublemakers are, they all have an unshirkable responsibility.
Even if he was extremely reluctant, he still had the rank of an Allied soldier. Even if he no longer took Zaka seriously, he still had to pretend to be nice.
With the support of the Bai family, the Kokang militia united with several small local armed forces and fought with Shan State. The commotion was so loud that the military government had to step in to resolve the issue under pressure from international public opinion and urging from a major country on border security.
However, the government army is Yangon's treasure, and no one wants to fight a battle without any benefits, so they threw the mess to Wu Meng, who had just taken office in the Southern Military Region.
Wu Meng is not a fool. He cannot openly deploy troops in northern Myanmar. Firstly, some people in the international community will take advantage of this to spread the rumor that Myanmar is in a civil war crisis, affecting its economy and international image. Secondly, it may give his political opponents a handle to muddy the waters and accuse him of inciting a civil war. After weighing the pros and cons, it is best for Zaka, the current leader of the Allied Forces in Northern Myanmar, to take the blame.
Zaka took the opportunity to ask for a huge sum of money, and Wu Meng mobilized people at the cost of an arsenal and three Apache attack helicopters.
It was hot in the afternoon, and the small bamboo house was stuffy and damp. Nanxi was not sleeping well and rubbed against Balu's chest. The man was woken up by her and took a tissue to wipe her sweat.
The phone on the bedside table rang. Balu frowned and wanted to hang up, but when he saw the caller ID, he had to carefully put the person in his arms down and went out with the phone.
"Brother Meng!" He shouted, then unscrewed the mineral water bottle he was holding and started to drink it with his head tilted back. Finally, there was half a bottle left, so he simply poured it over his head, which drove away some of his mania.
"Alu, go back when you've had enough fun. The Bai family's boss has returned to northern Myanmar. I'm busy here, so make sure Zaka doesn't cause any trouble."
Upon hearing this, Baru narrowed his eyes. "The Kokang militia is fighting with Shan State. Was it Boss Bai's doing? What does he want to do?"
"Bai Shouye wouldn't easily return to northern Myanmar unless something serious happened. A few months ago, Southeast Asia's biggest drug lord was killed in Thailand. Not long after, Thai police discovered that a higher quality version of Shenxian powder had entered the market. It just so happened that the Bai family had a change of leadership around that time."
"Boss Bai doesn't have that ability." The evil young man stood against the wall, his body straight and strong as a pine tree, and the cigarette butt between his fingers was swirling with bluish-white smoke.
"But he left the Golden Crescent early in his life and stayed in Thailand for quite some time. No one knows who he came into contact with."
"Half-Faced Buddha?" A murderous look flashed across Baru's wolf eyes, and he suddenly remembered that when he was sixteen years old, he led his brothers to besiege the Bai family army in the jungle of northern Myanmar. When they were about to capture the Bai family father and son, they were kidnapped by an armed helicopter that suddenly appeared. He was shot in the back and almost lost his life.
On the helicopter that rescued the Bai family father and son, there was a logo of half a white bone and half a Buddha head.
"It's probably him. The dead drug lord was probably his doing. I don't know why, but Half-Faced Buddha wants to join forces with the Bai family to stir up trouble in northern Myanmar." Wu Meng paused and then instructed,
"Alu, you have to understand clearly that the land of northern Myanmar can be stained with the blood of our brothers and can be buried with our bones, but it must never grow poppies again."
"Got it, Brother Meng, I'll be back with the team tomorrow."
Balu threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and crushed it with his toes. His handsome face was gloomy and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.
"Zaka is going to Arsenal No. 8. There are three Apaches that will fly to Daqili tonight. You should take them over and don't let Zaka get his hands on them."
When Baru heard this, he immediately got angry. "You are so generous! You didn't even give me one when I asked for it, but he gave me three right away. Why don't you give him your wife?"
"Don't mess with me," Wu Meng said, his hoarse voice rising a few notches. "Go around the world and ask around. Who has a soldier who's already a teenager flying an attack helicopter? It's all because of me.
If Ajin hadn't told you to exercise, I wouldn't have given it to you now. I'm telling you, wolf cub, this is all I have, so keep it safe. If you dare to be a prodigal and mess things up, I'll kill you."
"You have to say this to Zaka. It's not for me. I got the helicopter from Zaka. If you break it, you have to settle the score with Zaka." The unscrupulous subordinates were rebellious and raised their eyebrows.
"Get out!" The person on the other end was obviously very angry and hung up the phone after yelling.
Balu didn't care at all, with a happy look on his face, he called Natu.
"Hey, Aaron, is your wife okay?"
"Why the hell do you care about my wife?" The man's face darkened instantly.
"You're such a fucking bastard." The good brother roared on the other end.
"Brother Meng has brought three Apaches over tonight. Come with me to receive them. Tell the brothers that if Zaka's men dare to make any advances, they will be beaten to death."
Baru hung up the phone and went straight to the kitchen on the first floor.
When Nanxi woke up, she felt much more comfortable. The cool feeling coming from below made the girl's cheeks slightly hot.
He squeezed the medicine while he was asleep.
Shameless bastard.
The room was so stuffy that she didn't want to stay there, so she tied up her long hair casually and went downstairs in her slippers.
The kitchen door was open. Nanxi looked up and saw the person inside.
He was only wearing a pair of black shorts, with one hand in his pocket, his head half tilted, a cigarette in his mouth, and the other hand casually stirring the white porridge in the casserole on the stove. White steam and blue-gray smoke curled around him, and only the sharp and resolute profile lines of his face could be vaguely seen.
"Xixi, are you awake? The meal will be ready soon. Go to the yard to get some fresh air first." Balu saw her standing on the stairs looking at him, and thought she was hungry, so he picked up the cigarette butt and threw it into the stove, stirring the casserole with the spoon in his hand, making a clinking sound.
"Be gentle, I feel like you're going to smash the casserole into pieces." Nanxi frowned, disliking his rough attitude.
"Don't worry, casserole is not as delicate as you." The man said with an evil smile on his face.
"You are the one who is to blame." Nanxi wanted to throw the slippers on her feet over to stuff his mouth.
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