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On the way, he took us to taste some of Myanmar's delicacies for breakfast. It was mainly a fish soup rice flour called Bun Hengka, which was said to be made from fish, soybean powder, caviar, onions, ginger, pepper, duck eggs, chili peppers, peanut oil, banana trees, rice flour, and refined rice flour. I finished two of them in one go. There was also "mixed salty tea", "fried pork with pickled bamboo shoots" and a kind of fish shrimp sauce called "ratio", which were all very delicious. The overall feeling Burmese food and Sichuan food taste a bit like, sour, spicy, light, not greasy.

After finishing breakfast, we bought some glutinous rice, white sugar, and local snacks that were made from coconuts. Lao Hei brought us to the place he mentioned about taking arms and equipment while eating.

I was startled when we came in. He led us straight to the armory of an arms dealer. Moreover, it seemed that he was very familiar with the tall and handsome Myanmar arms dealer who wore sunglasses. The two of them shook hands and hugged each other in English for a long time. I heard the Burmese shouting Lao Hei "Blackwolf". It was probably his new nickname as a mercenary, so after some thought, it really suited him. Black Hand was also a pervert, so wasn't he called a Black Wolf for short?

What's more interesting is that when Lao Hei was introducing this person to us, he said that his name was Wu Kaigaang. But when he shook my hand, he called himself Guo Kaigaang. I secretly asked Lao Hei what his real surname was. Lao Hei looked at me in bewilderment and said, "His name is Kaigaang, Wu He Dun is a form of address that Myanmar has added in front of his name. Wu Dun is honorifics, it's what Mister meant. Don's words, calling himself modest, a little brotherly, don't be mistaken. I then understood that the only difference between Wu Kaigaang and Guo Kaigaang was the difference between Brother Kaigaang and Mr. Kaigaang.

Manager Qian then asked Lao Hei, "Are you very familiar with Myanmar?"

"Not bad. In the year that I was a mercenary, most of the missions were done in Asia. The biggest part was done in Burma, so I'm quite familiar with it."

Just when Mr. Kaigaang or Big Brother Kaigaang was about to open the warehouse door, Lao Hei turned around and said to us: "Don't touch little kids' heads, don't use your left hand to shake hands with others, don't say any disrespectful words to Gods and Buddha, this is taboo to local people."

I'm still wondering where the hell you get that undone guy in the arsenal. When he opened the door, he saw a thirteen or fourteen year old boy fiddling with a FAMS. As he rattled the bolt and the bullets clattered to the floor, I realized it was a real gun with a barrel on top, one that could be fired if the safety was turned off.

I probed Lao Hei's waist with my hand and pointed at the little boy: "This, is it normal?"

Lao Hei looked at me with disdain and said, "It's nothing much, he's the youngest son of an arms dealer, he's even played with guns more than you. He even gave me M1911 as a birthday gift, tsk, you really are a monkey from Taihang Mountains who has never seen the world before."

Alright, after walking into the warehouse, I feel like I have never seen the world before. In such a large warehouse, there are dozens of shelves of guns. Furthermore, the 'excellent works' of various military forces and major arms companies can be found. I even saw QBZ03, which does not have a large number of equipped troops in the country.

As Lao Hei ate his snacks, he pointed out and introduced them to us. If it wasn't for the repulsive smell of gun oil, and the sound of the machine tool for processing bullets next to the warehouse, I would have thought that he was visiting Wal-Mart.

"This side is Russian. AK, AKM, AN94 are all here. This side is European and American, M4, HK23, M249, SCAR, AUG, G36. The pistol area was to the south, and the shelves to the north were sniper rifles and rocket launchers. Pick whatever you want, don't be so polite. After you pick me, I'll settle the bill. I'm the VIP here. There's a discount. " Lao Hei's last sentence almost made me faint.

Manager Qian asked: "You are very familiar with the boss here?" This generation was very chaotic. The Kachin people were independent and the government and the brave army often went to war. Once, the boss's stock was robbed. We helped him get it back and we've known him ever since. Who would have thought that this brat would be like a fish in the water after only being stuck for a year. If he were to continue staying here for a few more years, wouldn't he be able to find a place to be the king of the mountains?

As I walked, I observed that Myanmar was worthy of being called a Buddhist country. It was a country where Buddha statues were used to buy murder weapons. In the home of the Burmese, one could see the economic strength of this family just by looking at the Buddha statue. Those who didn't have money could hire ordinary Buddha, those with more money could hire golden buddha or silver buddha, and even the buddhist shrine would be very valuable.

The Burmese thought that the east was the direction in which Sakyamuni had become a Buddha. So they had to sleep with their heads to the east, or else they were disrespectful to Buddha, and they believed that the west was the direction of death. Looking at this golden Buddha, which was worth millions of yuan, and this shrine with pearls, diamonds, emeralds, and agate, he couldn't help but sigh at the wealth of the arms merchants. This was still a small country's arms dealer. Who knew how rich those guys who used ocean liners to transport arms around would be. No wonder people said that Bill was not the richest man in the world. There were plenty of people who were richer than him.

Seeing that I was staring at the golden Buddha that was half a person tall, Lao Hei came over and said, "This is nothing special, I'll bring you to the Great Golden Pagoda in Yangon to have a look later. The gold pieces are 30 thousand pieces, and it weighs seven tons, and this is not even considering the natural diamonds and gems on it, there are 64 other small pagodas that are also gold in the surroundings."

With a feeling of compassion for Buddhism and Buddha, I continued to choose my killing weapon. This feeling was quite contradictory. He could only advise himself in his heart that this was also to save Manager Qian's life. Didn't they say that saving a life was better than building a seven-level pagoda? Currently, it seems that the Manager Qian is not abnormal to the extent of not being human, so he should be in the area that Buddha wants to save.

After a short selection, I selected a HK G36C with night vision optics and several long-haul magazines. The accuracy and firepower of this gun was top-notch. It was also light and short, suitable for the small environment of the rainforest. It was just too precise, and he prayed that he wouldn't fail in such a harsh environment.

The abnormal radiator from the Manager Qian used his strength to elect an M249A2 (Umbrella Type) light machine gun. From the spear he chose, he could tell that the training in Supernatural Hunting Group was not bad, the gun's firepower was high and the retractable barrel could be folded just like the G36C, suitable for fighting in the forest.

Lao Hei chose AKS-74U, he said: "Once, during an ambush in the tropical rainforest of South America, the bullet almost took my life. This time, I think it's better for me to choose the AK-series, to be safe." Seeing how he was holding a gun with a "I don't need to worry about you" expression, he thought to himself, AK really ran amok in the rifle world for dozens of years, and still hasn't weakened since.

All three of us chose the so-called miniature submachine gun, Glock 18. Although this gun is made of engineering plastic and looks like a toy in our hands, its firepower is definitely top-notch. In addition to light, there are also quick, accurate, easy to maintain, low failure rate and other characteristics. But thinking about it, it's kind of funny, us three men combined only have 1.8KG, it's not even as heavy as Hu Sanmei, a Desert Eagle.

Sanmei said that it would be enough for her to bring her own dual blades and Desert Eagle s. We then gave the sariras that she had brought over to the boss and gave him some dollars to help him process them into warheads and used these warheads to make bullets. Of these, 450 rounds of AKS-74U were fired with 5.45 × 39 mm ammunition, G36C and M249 were NATO 5.56 calibre bullets, 800 machine-gun rounds, 450 rifle rounds, 300 handgun rounds, and a variety of grenade flash C4 rounds.

Although he expressed that he didn't really understand, under the combined effects of Lao Hei's face and the US dollar, he still called a few workers over and started to process according to our requirements. It's just that he indicated that due to the amount he needed, it might take two to three days. We can't wait that long, so we'll let Lao Hei go and explain himself.

However, Lao Hei said that he had no other choice, that this was a country called Buddhism, with 80% of the people here believing in Buddhism and 99.99% believing in having an afterlife. Therefore, there was no rush to earn money, and there was no rush to spend money. Even young people did things slowly like old oxen. There was no point in giving them more money, they were not short of money, they felt that enough money was enough, many Burmese donated more money for good deeds than they used for themselves. There were also many people who had been saving money all their lives and were happy to build a pagoda before they died. The boss was already giving him face by being willing to help with the processing. Even if he urged him again, it would be impossible for him to do it quickly.

When Sanmei heard this, she was unhappy. She thought for a moment, then took off her shirt for me to help him with: "Watch this lady." After saying that, she put on a low-cut T-shirt and went to look for her boss. After a few flirtatious glances and soft words, she quickly ran back and said, "Done. I'll come get it in the morning."

Manager Qian and I laughed out loud as we looked at the awkward Lao Hei. I thought to myself, "Even in the Buddhist country where monks are everywhere, beauty is still very useful. Furthermore, this little woman's seductive eyes are too strong, his third Dire Charm, could it be that seductive eyes are the one behind it? "

After wrapping the weapons that he picked out up in two large bags, he returned back to the hotel that Lao Hei set up and tidied up the bags for the four of them. The bag that Manager Qian was in charge of stuffed the heaviest things like bullets, grenades and bricks of high-energy field rations. The Manager Qian indicated with a lift of his hands that there was no problem at all. After Lao Hei and I gave it a try, the two of us felt that this fellow was too abnormal.

Sanmei was responsible for bringing the medicine for the four of them. In the rainforest, Kui Ning was more important than bullets. There were also medicines to combat a variety of jungle diseases, such as relapsing fever, malaria, tetanus, and septicemia. I noticed that she licked her lips as she put the plasma into her backpack. He did not expect this action from Lao Hei. If he did not know about this woman's background and was worried that he would wake up with two more holes in his neck, Lao Hei would have already thought of a way to trick her into bed.

Finally, there was Lao Hei and I's bags, mountain climbing equipment, and respective sleeping bags as well as other necessities. Although it was not as heavy as Manager Qian's, it was still not light.

After finishing all the preparations, it was still early. Lao Hei suggested that they should go to the bar to have a few drinks, then return to the hotel early and have a good sleep. Before Manager Qian and I could say anything, Sanmei kept saying "Okay". It seems like all the women have a common interest in liveliness.

In the process of finding a place to drink, Manager Qian and I listened to Lao Hei's endless amount of nonsense, for example:

Manager Qian, this brother will bring you to a place. Absolutely let you get drunk and forget everything you shouldn't remember.

Monkey, it's the same here as in the country, virgins have red packets, how about it? Do you want this brother to take you to earn some money? Why are you blushing? It's not like it's a big deal!

I say, you two, I can't bear to think about it. Manager Qian, you must still remember that card, right? Master Hei will pay for it and give you a new start, you can always "start" until tomorrow morning, oh that's not right, there's a quest tomorrow, then "start" till 11, I don't know how strong you are, if it's me, you can probably "start" 3 times.

And you, monkey, do you think virgins are valuable? "If it was a girl, she might even be worth some silver and use me as a treasure, seriously!" Do you remember my dream before, when we were dealing with Ma De Cai? I'll pay you both to have a real version, how about that? "What are you shaking your head for, sigh, I was angered to death by you two!" Just like this, after being rejected by the Manager Qian and me in one bar after another that was said by Lao Hei to have "brilliant shows", Lao Hei shook his head and brought us to a normal music bar.

When he ordered the wine, Sanmei ordered a bottle of French vodka, probably because of his father's inheritance. The Manager Qian ordered a bottle of Lafite Rothschild, which I remember was Monica's favorite brand. On her birthday, Manager Qian went all over Shanghai and bought a bottle, spending more than 8,000 yuan. It was the salary of Manager Qian at that time, half a month.

Looking at the infatuated Manager Qian, I suddenly recalled the scene of him pulling his tongue out of hell from the Six Paths of Reincarnation's labyrinth formation. He just wanted to advise Lao Hei not to sleep in that bed anymore, and always use lies to lie to women, so that he wouldn't get beaten up by the little imps in the future.

"Deceiving them? No? I never use counterfeit money, why do you say that I lied to those women? " At the same time, he took out a few dollars from his wallet for me to see, indicating that the money was real and his heart was sincere.

"I'm not talking about those who spend money, I'm talking about those who don't," I said, realizing that the more I explained, the more confused I became.

Just then, a man and a woman walked into the bar. The man was rather black, but not thin at all. His short-sleeved shirt seemed to be a little short on him, and one could see a strand of black hair under his navel. A flying dragon was tattooed on his arm, his face full of arrogance.

The woman was much taller than the man. Furthermore, he wore high-heeled shoes with thin heels. His long legs were dressed only in a leopard-print skirt. The left side of his leg was engraved with the design of a flying snake. He was wearing a white halter top with a red and green butterfly tattoo on his lower abdomen. Only one wing could be seen while the rest of his body was obscured by a short skirt. He was quite beautiful. Although he was still far away from Sanmei, he definitely had a high rate of turning back when he reached the main street. The woman saw Lao Hei as soon as he entered the room. While the man with the fur on his belly was talking to the waiter, he secretly gave Lao Hei a flirtatious look and a flying kiss to tease him. The latter also responded with his gaze.

"You? "Know him?" From the looks of it, no one believed him even if he said they didn't know him.

"Mn, friend," Lao Hei said lightly.

"Friend? Not just friends? " All women loved to gossip, and Sanmei was no exception.