Chapter 382

Inside the back of a bar in Myanmar.

"Have you contacted the person who asked you to contact me?" Zhao San looked at the three people in front of him and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, what did general Naisheng say?" a middle-aged man pinched his nose and replied.

"General Naisheng won't care about it. He'll charge whoever has fierce firepower..." Zhao ordered a cigarette, narrowed his eyes and said, "did you find a mercenary or a soldier?"

"Mercenaries, but the scale must be enough. There's more than enough to clean up Dunn!!" a tall and thin man from Myanmar replied in broken Chinese at this time.

"Hehe, how do you know it's enough?" Zhao San asked with a smile.

"Grass, don't I know what cosmetic surgery is over there? I'll flatten them in three rounds..." tall thin brain said with great disdain.

"Why, you're looking for a regular army? So awesome!!"

"It's not bad if it's not a regular army!!" the man said proudly.

"Ha ha, OK!! I'll go and see how awesome the mercenary you said is!!" Zhao San laughed and stood up directly.

"Why? Go now?" the Chinese shouted in surprise.

"Don't you want to see it now?" Zhao San patted the ash on his thigh and asked casually.

"Let's see, but is it a little late?" the man said with some hesitation.

"It's too late! I don't only want to see it now, but I'll open fire later!!" Zhao San shouted decisively.

"Brother Zhao!!" the three shouted in unison.

"Needless to say, I've already thought about it. Since I want to fight, I won't wait for tomorrow. Tell the mercenaries over there to do it directly tonight and flatten the Dunn headquarters for me in three rounds!!" Zhao San waved his very domineering hand and then walked to the door.

"Master Zhao!! isn't it good to do it now!!" the middle-aged man grabbed Zhao San and said excitedly.

"There's nothing wrong, or I won't fight. I'll be fucking happy if I hit me. I don't have to adjust those strategies and tactics with them. I'll take the gun and flatten it for me!!"

At this moment, everyone in the house felt that Zhao San was crazy, because his idea was too irrational. On the first day he came back, he started directly. Although he didn't give his opponent a buffer, he also didn't give himself a chance to prepare.

To put it simply, they started without even thinking about their own retreat. If they failed, they might all throw them away!!

Even if they don't throw it there, it will be seriously damaged. All of them don't want to start in such a hurry. They should be fully prepared. It's the safest to start.

"Master Zhao, I think we're OK. Let's think about it. First communicate with the mercenaries. It's not too late to start!!" the middle-aged man then advised.

"I fucking said, don't use the whole thing. I've communicated with general Naisheng. Dunn has only one fucking card in his hand. He's still a *!! I've wasted so much money and made you three endure for so long. Tell me why!!" Zhao San was annoyed by the middle-aged ink, stared at beads and shouted.

"...." the three men were silent.

"I came back for two purposes. The first is to avenge my dead brothers. The second is to tell everyone that I'm not old enough for anyone to step on!!" Zhao San shouted at several people in the house with great excitement.

The middle-aged man looked at Zhao San and suddenly didn't know what to say. He even had a feeling that the once lawless Zhao San seemed to be back!!

Night, nine o'clock sharp.

In a village in Myanmar.

"Boom! Boom!"

A row of heavy pickup trucks painted with green military paint are constantly shuttling through this small forest. The place where the pickup truck passes must be full of smoke. This feeling seems to be seen only in military TV dramas, but it also exists in reality.

Rows of mercenaries in green uniforms patrol the door with machine guns in their hands.

Zhao San and three other people drove a jeep SUV very fast on the dirt road to Dazhai.

It took about half an hour. The old and old iron fence of the jeep was placed in the middle of the dirt road. A soldier in field uniform held a gun and stretched out his palm to signal Zhao San and others to stop.

"Creak!"

The middle-aged man put on the brake, parked the jeep at the gate of the stockade, then pushed the door open with a cigarette and got out of the car.

"Grass, just JB a mercenary is so formal..." Zhao San laughed and joked in the car.

"Hehe, people don't think of themselves as mercenaries. They are not as good as the regular army in terms of training and equipment..." a man in the car replied.

"What did they do?" Zhao San asked.

"Most of them were fishermen, but later they formed a small self-defense force for self-defense, and then slowly developed into what they are today..." the man explained.

"I'm afraid of being robbed. Now I'm the master?" Zhao Sanleng said.

"Almost that, ha ha!!" the man laughed.

"Are they so brazen that nobody cares?" Zhao San then asked.

"Who cares? The police can't control them, and there is a general behind Wu Dashu. Although their place belongs to the jurisdiction of general Naisheng, general Naisheng always tolerates them. He doesn't want to punish them, but is unwilling to tear his face with the general behind Wu dahuzi..."

"Hehe, this Wu beard has two sons!!" Zhao San smiled speechless.

"That's not true. In fact, Wu beard is the monitor installed by the general behind him next to general Naisheng, so general Naisheng has been trying to suppress them..."

"Shall we cooperate with him?" said Zhao San with a frown.

"We can't find anyone except him..."

"Ha ha!!" Zhao San smiled and didn't speak again.

After getting off the bus, the middle-aged man talked with the young man in field clothes for two or three minutes. Then the iron fence in front of the Dazhai gate was lifted. The middle-aged man got on the bus and stepped on the accelerator, and the jeep passed quickly.

The jeep wandered around the stockade for five or six minutes and finally found the house where the mercenary leader was located.

Although the stockade is not big, there are many paths inside. Ordinary people are really confused in it. Moreover, the stockade is basically five steps a post and three steps a tip. The system is very strict.