Chapter 231: : Golden Triangle and Umbrella Trading

In the jungle of Myanmar, Hu Feng feels very uncomfortable because of the extremely humid and hot environment.
Sitting in his famine chariot, Hu Feng looked at the simple wooden outpost not far in front.
The original famine chariot can still be unmanned, which is simply beautiful. The figure in the driver's seat is just a condensed illusion. The real control of this black Rolls-Royce is famine energy.
His car is in the center, with four pure black Chevrolet Saban suvs in front and behind.
The convoy arrived at the checkpoint of the simple outpost and was immediately stopped. Two soldiers with guns walked to the window of the first car and asked to show their passports and pass documents in very unskilled English.
The car window was lowered and a demon in a black suit with a employee card hanging around his neck appeared.
In this trip to the Golden Triangle, Hu Feng was to let Hell fulfill the previous transaction and put himself on the line with those local drug lord warlords.
"Passports, pass documents are inside. We used to sell umbrellas." The devil said in Chinese, speaking very slowly.
The soldier took the passport and opened it. It was a thick pile of dollars and a note with the name of a local warlord of the drug lord. The soldier's mouth grinned and looked at the demon in the car.
"Sell umbrellas, don't you?" He waved his hands at the soldiers at the checkpoint. "Release and let go, the ID is OK!"
As the wooden fence was removed, the black convoy successfully crossed the border and continued towards the interior of the Golden Triangle.
"Wow wow wow, it seems like making movies. Are there really so many drug trafficking warlords here?"
Hu Mingjing sat next to Hu Feng. When passing the level, he stretched his head to look out at the soldiers with guns, looked down at the lady-specific mini pistol in his hand, and then pouted.
"I don't like this gun, it's too small."
"Come on, I didn't even want you to follow me. Isn't it good to have classes in Shenzhen? I'm not a tourist!" Hu Fengwen glared at her, then grabbed a small pistol in her hand and took out the magazine Have a look.
Well, it ’s fine without bullets. . .
"I don't! I'm going to play with you. You haven't accompanied me during this time. I'm not happy."
Hu Feng shook his head helplessly. He had never succeeded in resisting the coquetry of this little girl.
"You will follow me after a while, don't run around, this is not a safe country, so you are not allowed to leave my sight."
"Got it, I promise to be good, to follow you like a little cub, hee hee."
Hu Mingjing leaned on Hu Feng's shoulders, took out his phone and started taking selfies, as if he was preparing to post a circle of friends.
After more than an hour, the convoy turned around and finally reached the destination of the trip.
This is a small lake in the inner region of the Golden Triangle, where a fully military town is built.
The convoy stopped in a simple parking lot by the lake, saying it was a parking lot, which was actually a flat open space.
All dressed in a black suit, the demon holding an AK or Uzi submachine gun came out of the car and opened the door for Hu Fengla.
By the lake, the big warlord who had been informed in advance stood there with his hands on his back. There was a wooden table in front of him with some things on it, and behind him were also a dozen soldiers holding ak.
"Mosley, haven't you just finished the goods this time recently? Why, sold out so quickly?"
The warlord looked at the special agent in and smirked a few times with black sunglasses on his face.
"No, the situation has changed this time. We will not do business with you after hell. All of our supply channels here are transferred to this adult, and his people will come to deal with you in the future."
The warlord heard the words and looked at Hu Feng, who was accompanying Hu Mingjing to take pictures by the lake, and then glanced around the twenty or so suit devil holding the submachine gun, his eyes blocked by the black sunglasses narrowed.
"Okay, let's do the right thing first. I said you are quite big. The old nest of the drug lord is still taking pictures."
Hu Mingjing, who was addicted to taking selfies and couldn't help himself, walked towards the great warlord.
"Have you talked to him? Can you translate it for me ..."
"No, I can speak Chinese, and there are many guests from your country." The warlord said to Hu Feng.
For demons, people like him have long been accustomed to it. Generally, people who can make the demons get along with their real identities are a group of ruthless characters who don't care about it.
Hu Feng nodded, took out the cigarette case, lit a cigarette for himself, and handed it to the warlord on the opposite side, but the latter did not pick it up.
Click, click, a sound of loading and opening insurance sounded, the pure demons disguised as humans under Hu Feng immediately changed their fierce expressions, and the dark green evil flames were also burning in their eyes.
grass! Do n’t give your face! Really when a local drug lord warlord has a big face?
More than a dozen soldiers behind the warlord saw the gun, and they also raised their guns for a while with a tense expression.
Hu Mingjing beside Hu Feng didn't care. She absolutely trusted Hu Feng and didn't worry about her safety. At this time, she was looking at the same bricks on the wooden table with a curious look.
The warlord stared at Hu Feng with his mouth shut, and Hu Feng didn't care. He continued to wave his hand, beckoning him to take the cigarette.
"I only smoke cigars." The warlord said slowly.
Hu Feng shrugged. "Not now."
A moment later, the warlord reached out and took over the Furong King, who sold for twenty yuan in Tianchao, took out the lighter and lit it.
Hu Feng immediately put on a smiley face, "Yes, so that we can be friends."
"Can you eat the amount of the original prison? I don't want to spend any more time looking for more buyers." The warlord smirked again with a flesh.
Hu Feng nodded, then raised his head and swept around, then pointed to the open space opposite the lake.
"Just go there. I ’m going to build a warehouse there. You ’ll put the goods on time in the future. The goods will be paid upon delivery. The rest do n’t need you to worry about. How much will hell, how much will I need. It depends. "
Although the warlords are strange about Hu Feng ’s practice, they do n’t ask too much. This group of demons always have some weird means, and they are all used to it.
Pushed a bag of bricks on the table, and handed a dagger to Hu Feng.
"Then check the goods, high purity, you can also mix and sell things."
Hu Feng took the dagger, thought about it, smiled, shook his head at the warlord in front of him, and inserted the dagger on the table.
"No need, you can do business with for so long, the quality is naturally no problem, everything is still the same, there is really something wrong, I will come to you again."
The drug lord warlord laughed a few times at the news ~ EbookFREE.me ~ and didn't mind Hu Feng's lateral threat.
Since the handover was successfully completed, his biggest customer also found his next home. The warlord was obviously satisfied, and he also put on a sincere smile, no longer the kind of crossbow just now.
"Very well, come on, my demon friend, I invite you to visit. Is this lady your lover? Boss Hu is very interested."
Hu Feng pouted, "My wife is not a lover."
The warlord was stunned for a while, but soon returned to normal.
Bring your wife to talk about business? This demon is really unique.
Hu Mingjing hummed a few times, hugged Hu Feng ’s arm tightly, and glared at the warlord in front of her like a demonstration. She did n’t care what Hu Feng and the warlord had bought or sold. "She is my wife".
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