In the afternoon, the sun was blazing.
On the desert, the silhouette of a Lamborghini rushed out of the thick fog. There was only one sports car in the vast no-man's land.
The amount of fuel in the tank was just enough to reach the nearby town.
Bo Jiu turned the steering wheel, her dark eyes drifting with the scenery.
There wasn't an ATM in this place.
After Bo Jiu reached the place, she wanted to get some petrol. The locals asked her if they could pay online.
Bo Jiu didn't have a phone on her, so she used her belongings as collateral.
Everyone saw that she was wearing a camouflage uniform and were extremely enthusiastic, especially since the weather was very dry. The old lady watched as the child stood there pouring gasoline. She got the child to fetch some water, asking for Bo Jiu to drink some.
Bo Jiu was indeed thirsty, but when she saw the child's dark and small face, she stilled.
Because it was a border area, some people here didn't know how to speak Chinese. Most of them spoke the language of the minority.
Even snacks were rare.
It was probably because it was in a no-man's land, so it was difficult to transport supplies here.
Bo Jiu took the bowl, tilted her head back, and finished it. Then she opened her pocket, took out a candy, and placed it in the child's palm.
She took one and held it in her mouth, the corners of her lips lifting.
The child's eyes lit up, and he spoke in a local language.
Bo Jiu didn't understand, but for some reason, she thought of the Almighty. If the Almighty was here, he would definitely know what the child meant.
Bo Jiu, who was leaning against the main driver's seat, paused for a moment. She checked the fuel again, and then another few hundred kilometers of driving.
At the next location, she changed out of her camouflage uniform and took a shower to remove the black on her face. She changed into a black mask, dressed as a local, and sneaked into the country.
Country T.
Both sides of the bustling river were filled with vendors.
Here, spices and fruits were equally famous. Of course, there was also the local Massa chicken.
At the same time, the intersection of the three countries was also known as the ungoverned area.
It was located in a mountainous area, with a unique landscape, lush forests, and beautiful scenery. It sounded very beautiful, but because of the climate and area, it became a natural barrier and plantation base.
A pure black business car. It looked ordinary from the outside, but inside, there were many videos and local maps.
The people in the car had already changed their clothes the moment they got off the plane.
Qin Mo wore a suit and a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles, successfully hiding the sharpness in his eyes. However, his noble aura couldn't be changed, so Prince's scalp went numb.
The more the Great Demon King acted like this, the more terrifying he was.
However, what he didn't understand was himself. What was going on with this leopard fur coat?
And the big gold chain around his neck!
Why did he have to wear this outfit that he despised the most!?
He turned his head to look at Magician. He was wearing a very handsome leather jacket. Wolf was the same.
Because of this, Prince risked being glanced at and asked, "Bo, boss, what are we going to do?"
"Recently, Kawang's business isn't doing well." Qin Mo's voice was faint.
Prince was stupid. "So?"
"He needs a nouveau riche to help him consume his goods." Qin Mo tilted his head, the aura of a big boss bursting forth.
Prince knew how to take a detour. "Boss wants to use this method to lure him out. Not bad, not bad, but a nouveau riche …"
Wait a minute, he was the one who looked like a nouveau riche the most!
"Boss, pardon me for asking, but why did you choose me?" He couldn't possibly send him to his death.
Qin Mo's voice was still the same. "General didn't tell you?"
"Uncle was very excited." Prince straightened his back. "I'm excited to carry out a mission for the country."
Qin Mo praised slowly. "Not bad."
Prince guessed, "Could it be that Boss is also interested in my passion?"
"The entire army." Qin Mo tapped his fingers on the table, looking like a successful financial analyst. "Those who look old-fashioned aren't rich enough, those who are rich aren't old-fashioned enough, those with an aura aren't easy to deceive. Until you appeared, you fit the description. The landlord's foolish son, a nouveau riche."
Prince: … Boss, this isn't a compliment!!!
At this moment, Qin Mo was still holding a pair of binoculars, looking at someone. Suddenly, he arched a brow and called out, "Hunter."
There was a swoosh.
The car door opened.
Hunter was like a bolt of lightning, rushing to a shop and grabbing a man who was counting money with his head lowered. He put a black plastic bag over him and dragged him into the car.
The man was still shouting but he couldn't make a sound. The moment he got into the car, the car door closed. Then, there was the sound of the car starting.
The man couldn't see anything and spoke in Burmese. He wanted to remove the thing on his head but he realized that he couldn't move at all.
"Who! Don't you know who I am? How dare you kidnap me, you … "
Before he could finish his sentence, Qin Mo's long fingers pressed on the off button.
Qin Mo's long fingers pressed on the close button, leaning back. "Don't you know how to speak Chinese?
Suddenly, he heard that voice.
The man didn't have much of a reaction since he hadn't thought about it that way. He scoffed and changed his tone. "Who said I don't know how to speak? Who exactly are you? Why are you acting all mysterious?"
"Who am I? Can't you tell?" Qin Mo stretched out his hand slowly.
It was a gun, a gun that was pressed against his forehead.
The man woke up abruptly, licking his lips nervously. "Impossible, how is that possible?"
"Why don't you tell me why it's impossible?"
The voice became even clearer.
The man fell back in fright. "Young, Young Master."
"Mmh." Qin Mo didn't deny it.
The man's mind went blank. Strictly speaking, he was in the underworld but on the other hand, he had once been Qin Mo's informant.
He knew that as long as he was around, some big bosses wouldn't be able to achieve their goals. Moreover, he would give him a good price.
But at the same time, his methods were also quite ruthless.
The man wanted to run.
Qin Mo allowed him to do as he pleased, his voice faint. "I'll give you a chance to live."
The man knelt down, not even removing the black plastic bag from his face. "Young Master, I really didn't know that giving you the wrong information would bring about such a bad outcome. I might not be a good person but I have never thought of betraying my country and I don't dare to think about it! Young Master, you can take a look at my nationality, I haven't changed. You can take a look. "
Qin Mo swept him a glance. "Since that's the case, you must have news about Kawang."
The man paused, his eyes starting to turn.
Qin Mo didn't give him any chance to think. "I've said it before, I'm giving you a chance to live."
The man trembled, the fear in his heart causing him to shrink back. "I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything but I don't know much about Young Master. He is a strange person, he never shows his face and everyone says that as long as they talk to him, they will be manipulated by him. Hence, hooligans like us definitely wouldn't be able to come into contact with such a person. But during this period of time, he has bought quite a number of guns. You can go over and take a look."
Qin Mo tilted his head and cuffed the man.
"Young, Young Master." The man's face changed in fear.
Qin Mo's voice was faint. "What are you afraid of?"
The man wasn't the only one who was afraid. Even Prince was afraid when he saw his boss in this state. There was a gun pointed at his head at all times.
"I still need you to do something." Qin Mo glanced up. "Go to various places and spread the news that you know a big boss who is interested in doing business that can earn money quickly."
The man glanced over. "Big boss?"
Qin Mo reached out and removed the black plastic bag from his head. Then he tugged the man and made him look to the left. "He's the one."
Prince, who was being visited: "…"
The man and Prince faced each other. After two seconds, he asked, "Pardon me for asking, but is this a soldier?"
Prince smirked. "Nonsense."
"Doesn't look like it." The man ignored the word "nonsense" and turned to Qin Mo. "Young Master, I have to say that you have a good eye when it comes to choosing people! I'm impressed! "
Prince: … If you want to suck up to me, just suck up to me. Why did you have to pick such a point!
The man looked at Qin Mo and asked, "Young Master, why don't you do it yourself?"
Prince wanted to ask this question too. Fine, he admitted that he did look like a nouveau riche but in terms of the word 'gangster', Boss was obviously more suitable. He just stood there and changed his clothes, looking lazy and annoying. Especially when he released his aura, he didn't look like a major general at all! He wanted to be in the underworld!
"Kawang knows me."
Five words, not too fast or too slow.
However, it caused everyone present to be stunned.
Prince wanted to ask, Boss, how did you know a drug lord?!
"I listened to his class when he was a professor." It would be helpful to explain things clearly.
Hunter, Wolf, and even Magician pricked up their ears.
The man widened his eyes. "Then, Young Master, do you …"
"His class was all about explaining his point of view. Even though it sounds beautiful, it's actually a high-level multi-level marketing organization that scams fools." Qin Mo removed his spectacles and placed them on the table. "That's why I didn't continue listening."
Everyone: … A high-level multi-level marketing organization that scams fools. In terms of eloquence, Boss was indeed unbeatable.
But did Kawang know that you were talking about him in this way?
?
The man coughed. "But he is really scary. I heard that after interacting with him for a long time, people will listen to him subconsciously."
"Psychological guidance, it's very normal." Qin Mo opened the car door and tilted his head.
The man hesitated. "Young Master, shouldn't I get them to stop the car first before I get down?"
"Didn't you jump out of the car rather straightforwardly?" Qin Mo raised his wrist. "I'm in a hurry, do you want to jump yourself or …"
"I'll jump myself, I'll jump myself!" The man used all his strength and landed on his back. He rolled three rounds, his waist aching terribly. He reached into his pocket. There was a stack of money and a bullet inside.
The moment he touched the bullet, his entire body stiffened. He didn't dare to have any other thoughts and started to hop on one leg.
Hunter looked at the figure in the rearview mirror. This time, he was completely obedient.
As Prince, he had never imagined that there would be a day when he would start a big business.
And this big business had the devil as his investment consultant.
After receiving the information from the informant, they arrived at an ancient building. The fragrance of the building lingered in the air.
The person sitting at the head of the table took a sip of tea and raised his hand, signaling for the woman who was dancing to leave.
Then he asked, "Do you want to do business with me?"
"Mmh," Qin Mo replied. He stuffed one hand into his trouser pocket, his gold-rimmed glasses reflecting the light.
Sometimes, Prince admired this trait of his boss. It was rare to see someone who could talk business without batting an eyelid with a knife on his neck.
"I heard that the goods here are good. My boss is very interested. Of course, he doesn't do this business. Just treat it as making a friend."
When Qin Mo said this, he took a sip of tea.
Prince sat at the side and thought to himself. Similarly, a knife was placed on his neck. His aura couldn't be weak.
But how exactly did his boss ignore the other party's ferocious gaze?
Old O was one of the top firearms suppliers in the Golden Triangle. He had a complicated bloodline and never showed mercy. But no matter what, he was always concerned about benefits.
When the other party pushed a small box of money over, he was already tempted. However, he was wary of the three people's identities.
After all, it was too strict now.
He was slightly worried that they were spies sent by someone.
He turned his head and said to the person beside him, "Go and investigate."
"Yes." The person retreated.
Old O then continued, "I just like to make friends. How do you read that poem?"
The moment he finished speaking, Prince felt the pressure on his neck disappear.
Then he heard the voice of his current 'consultant'. "A bosom friend in the sea is like a neighbor in the distance."
"Not bad." Old O seemed to be relieved that the other party didn't hide his identity. "How many years has it been since I heard a Chinese poem? How nostalgic."
Prince turned his head and looked at him. "Consultant."
Qin Mo drank his tea and said faintly, "Boss O is a scholar. You can tell a thing or two from this pavilion."
Prince: … How can you follow up with such a sentence?
Boss, you can tell someone's hobbies from their decorations. How did you learn this!
"Hahahaha." Old O seemed very happy. "Brother, you must stay for a meal. We can also talk about poems."
Prince: … F * ck, this line is unbearable. Old man, to be honest, do you know who said this to whom? You can say it to my boss!
However, boss mustn't accept this meal. It was a Hongmen Banquet.
Even if they called each other brothers, as if they had transmigrated, he still mustn't accept it!
"Not today," Qin Mo said.
Old O narrowed his eyes.
Qin Mo casually placed the teacup down. "Tomorrow, Boss and I will bring the money to collect the goods. We can chat with Mr. O."
Prince: … Tomorrow will be even more dangerous! Boss, do you really not want to go back?
People who didn't understand psychology wouldn't understand what Qin Mo was trying to do.
As they spoke, Old O's murderous aura dissipated.
In addition, the person from the other side walked back. He leaned over and said in Old O's ear, "I've checked. He is from China. His family is in the mining business and is involved in the real estate and entertainment industry. The police don't have such a person."
"Are you sure?" Old O lowered his voice.
The person lowered his gaze. "I'm sure."
No one knew.
Old O and the others only found the information that Qin Mo wanted him to see.
Hacking into the network system.
And when the other party asked for information.
At the appropriate time, the previewer link was inserted. This way, as long as the other party used the internet to search, they would definitely see this information. In addition, if they hadn't made preparations in advance, this wouldn't have happened.
No matter how the other party inquired, their identity would be real and all real information related to them would be erased. This was arranged every time they carried out an overseas mission.
In addition, no matter how powerful the other party was, they could only find the police and ordinary troops. They wouldn't be able to find them.
Prince only saw someone holding a knife to his neck. He didn't realize that long before they came in, Wolf had already disappeared. The best sniping vantage point, the direction in which the long gun was pointed was Old O.
This was Qin Mo's plan.
As the prey, Old O didn't realize that he had fallen into the other party's trap. It was also because he believed in the information that when he looked at Qin Mo again, it was as if he was looking at a big client. "Brother, tell me the truth. You are the one in charge here, right?"
Qin Mo smiled. "Sir, you have sharp eyes. This time, as the consultant, I am indeed the one in charge. My main task is to guide Little Boss."
"It is rare to see a talent like Brother," Old O continued.
Prince felt that between the two of them, Old O and his boss were like old friends at first sight. His boss treating Old O … was completely a trap!
However, when would this old-fashioned way of chatting end? He really couldn't take it anymore!
He had to admit that his boss was also a talent in this aspect! No matter what the other party said, he could maintain his composure. He was a top-notch talent.
As they chatted, Old O couldn't stop talking. If his subordinate had someone like Brother, it would be a blessing in his life.
Prince: … F * ck! Did he think he was dead? How could he be so brazen in trying to poach him?!
At this moment, his boss gave him a look.
Prince knew it was time for him to appear!
He directly brought out the side of him from before he joined the army. Not only was he sloppy, but he also loved to throw money!
Although he didn't want to admit that he had done such a stupid thing in the past! But now, he indeed didn't feel out of place. He took the money and slapped it. He raised his eyebrows. "After saying so much, where are the goods? If you don't want to show it, don't hide it. There is money here. "
Old O raised his eyebrows.
Qin Mo said calmly, "What did Boss say before we came out?"
Prince subconsciously shrank back when he heard his boss's voice. "I'll listen to you. Hehe, there has to be an end to any business."
That impatience successfully created his image as a nouveau riche second-generation.
Old O laughed. "Since you are so straightforward, Brother, bring the money tomorrow to collect the goods. But there is one thing you can't do in certain places."
Qin Mo put down the teacup again, his eyes moving.
Prince paused for a moment before he understood. It was time for him to say his lines again. He crossed his legs and said, "We're just here to buy some guns for fun. As for business, we're only interested in things that earn us money quickly. We're here to get the goods. Guns are just for our daily needs."
"Oh?" It was obvious that in that instant, Old O thought he had found out about some secret.
After all, Qin Mo, who was sitting at the side, frowned. Then he took the suit jacket that was draped over the wooden chair. His mood was still calm. "Children don't know the rules. I hope Sir won't take it to heart."
"Not at all. Who hasn't been young before?" Old O smiled very amiably. He twirled the Buddha beads in his hands. Just by looking at him, no one would think that he dealt with guns. They would think that he was an old man who believed in Buddha.
However, in such a place, everyone worshipped Buddha.
"We will visit again tomorrow." This was Qin Mo's last sentence.
This time, when they left, Old O didn't feel anything was amiss.
Instead, after they left, he turned his head and looked at the shadow. "You heard everything?"
"Of course." Hearing the sound, a person walked out. This person didn't look like someone to be trifled with. There was even a tattoo on his face. He was in charge of all the contact with the outside world. He called himself Scorpion and was currently Kawang's most trusted person.
Old O took a sip of tea. "It seems like the other party wants to do business with you. What do you think?"
"We aren't sure of his identity yet. It's hard to say." Scorpion sat down, his fingers sliding across the blade.
Old O arched a brow. "You aren't sure of his identity? You heard it just now. My men have checked. He isn't from the police side. "
"I will tell Wang about this." Scorpion stabbed the dagger on the wooden table. "Let him analyze. If there is a problem with the other party and he is from China, we can use him as a sacrifice."
When he heard the word "China", Old O frowned. "We are doing our own business. Why do we have to go against China? This isn't a wise move."
"Since we are talking about this topic, Wang asked me to ask you." Scorpion lowered his body. "Why don't you expand your business to China? Wang also said that as a business partner, he will help you find a market. Since you're so stubborn, don't blame us for not protecting you if something happens."
When he heard this sentence, the thugs beside him had already stood up with a swoosh.
Scorpion laughed out loud. "Think about it carefully. Who is the boss in the Golden Triangle now?"
Since the old man sitting in the middle didn't give any orders, the thugs didn't move.
But Old O's voice rang out. "There's no need to think about it. I won't do things that will bring about my own destruction. Moreover, you seem to have forgotten that I have Chinese blood in me."
Scorpion narrowed his eyes and leaned back. "I'm just joking. It's up to you if you don't want to expand your business. Let's see if that group of people is really stupid with money or if everything is just an act …"
At this moment, outside the small courtyard.
Eight hundred meters away.
With a swoosh, Qin Mo closed the car door and loosened his tie. His voice was calm. "Wolf, come down. Be careful when you leave."
"Yes." There was a communication device in the car.
Prince was still immersed in his acting and couldn't pull himself out.
In the end, he was stopped by Qin Mo's cold glare.
"Boss, do you think this Old O will sell the guns to China?" Prince's worry wasn't without reason.
Qin Mo threw his tie away. "He dares."
He released his aura completely, shocking everyone.
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