The best miraculous doctor and son-in-law

That night, in a small town in northern Myanmar, the streets were buzzing with people and extremely lively.

But the people coming and going were armed, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air.

Several vendors selling goods quickly lowered their heads when they saw a group of people approaching from a distance.

He didn't forget to pull the people around him: "The new guy, don't look at him, he's from the Gesang family."

"Let them keep an eye on you and chop you into pieces in minutes."

The new guy was obviously a little dissatisfied: "Even if they are the local emperors here, they can't be so presumptuous."

"Of course it wouldn't be like this normally, but you don't know. It is said that the eldest son of the Gesang family had someone killed and the video was delivered directly to his door."

"In two or three hours tonight, the Gesang family wiped out two or three small forces, all of which were against him on weekdays."

"And they killed everyone, leaving no one alive."

"At this moment, anyone who dares to provoke the Gesang family will be shot in the face."

Several vendors around him also nodded.

At this moment, the two burly men standing at the front of the Gesang family suddenly fired several shots into the air and yelled: "Everyone, squat down!"

The vendors on both sides were startled and quickly squatted down with their heads in their hands.

But there were a few pedestrians on the road who didn't react and were looking over with some confusion.

As a result, the next second, gunshots rang out, and several more bodies appeared on the street.

The remaining people were all so frightened that they screamed. Wherever they dared to stand, they all fell to the ground.

Only then did they realize that these people from the Gesang family were surrounding an old man, walking slowly among them.

The old man had a stooped figure, dark red skin, few hairs left on his head, an unkempt beard, and a very haggard face.

A closer look revealed that the old man was holding a picture in his hand, and it was none other than Gesang.

"My son, you loved walking around in this town when you were a child." The old man smiled and gently touched the photo, but he couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Now that you're gone, don't worry. Dad, I won't let you feel lonely on the road to hell."

After speaking, he raised his head and said, "Let's do it and send these people to accompany my son."

The guys under his command nodded, and then there was a sound of pulling the bolt of a gun, and the bang-bang-bang sound of gunfire lasted for more than an hour.

After the screams of countless people, the whole town fell into deathly silence. There were layers of corpses on the ground, and the whole street was dyed red with blood.

Old Gesang stood in the middle of the street, looking up and sighing, his arms hanging down, and the photo fell with a thud.

"Have you found out who killed my son?"

Two shapely men in suits stepped out of the car: "I've found out, it's A Kun from the north."

"Okay, it is indeed him," Old Gesang said calmly, but the muscles on his face were trembling, and a pair of sinister eyes suddenly looked towards the north, "You are my most elite men, you must give me The young master takes revenge."

"Yes!" The dead soldiers around him immediately knelt down, completely ignoring the stench on the ground.

Old Gesang's fists gradually clenched and trembled slightly.

"I will clear all obstacles for you," he said, turning to look at the two men in suits, "Are those guys here?"

"Here we are, they're all in the hotel."

Old Gesang nodded: "Let's go."

A group of people got into the car, and a raging fire was set off behind them. Everything in the whole town became Gesang's grave goods.

They soon returned to the city, and the motorcade stopped at the entrance of a luxury hotel.

Several people helped old Gesang get out of the car and slowly walked into the hotel lobby.

When the staff inside saw this scene, they turned around and left in fright.

On the sofa in the hall, four figures stood up one after another.

"Brother, we heard that something happened to your son, and we came here to express our condolences." Standing on the far left is a slender middle-aged man.

"Oh, I didn't expect such a thing to happen, brother, I'm so sorry." The speaker was a fat businessman.

The other two were obviously the bodyguards of these two people.

Old Gesang, however, sat expressionlessly on the sofa opposite them, staring straight at them.

The two of them looked at each other, and both felt a little hairy at the sight.

In fact, these two guys are the leaders of two small forces to the north of the Gesang family.

It is right in the middle of the competition between Brother Kun and the Gesang family.

In daily life, many organ sales transactions go through the hands of these two people.

The reason why Kelsang had to make a big circle when he returned to Myanmar this time was actually to avoid the sphere of influence of these two people.

Because, although everyone is friends on the surface, in fact, they are all secretly competing with each other.

Moreover, these two guys seemed to have come to express condolences, but there was a faint smile in the corner of their eyes.

"I only have one thing to say," Old Gesang lowered his head, "Help me kill Akun."

"I'm afraid this is not appropriate." The fat man sat down with a smile.

But the next second, bang bang!

Two gunshots were fired, and the fat man died on the sofa with his mouth open, with two huge bloody holes in his chest.

The bodyguard next to him didn't even have time to react, his eyes widened in shock, because he didn't expect that the other party would suddenly kill him.

When he came to his senses, the bodyguard immediately put his hands on his waist.

But then, several guns were pointed at his forehead.

He quickly raised his hands: "No, I will vote..."

Before he finished speaking, there was another gunshot, and the body fell heavily to the ground.

Old Gesang coughed a few times, and a person next to him immediately handed over a thermos cup.

Blowing at the tea inside, he took a few sips calmly.

The tall and thin man standing opposite him was trembling with fear and covered in cold sweat.

"I can help." He said quickly.

"Chen Yiju," Old Gesang said in a low voice, "This is your last chance to survive, don't force me."

"I understand, I understand..." Chen Yiju nodded desperately.

Old Gesang waved, and his men immediately came up with several incubators, which contained several fresh organs.

"You take these to trade with Akun, and my men will be responsible for killing him. Is that okay?"

"No problem." Chen Yiju swallowed.

After careful planning, Chen Yiju contacted Brother Kun early the next morning, and the two made an appointment to meet in a jungle in Mianbei.

The weather is bright and the rain forest is extremely steamy.

Several of Brother Kun's men were holding machetes in front, and everyone walked forward quietly.

Brother Kun turned around and smiled, patting Ye Chen on the shoulder: "How about it, it's your first time walking in a place like this, you're not used to it."

"Indeed," Ye Chen nodded and looked around, "Are we really not going the wrong way?"

"Of course not. The most important thing in this business is to be cautious, so the agreed location is different every time. It is inevitable that we will end up in a place like this."

"The more you follow me in the future, you will understand."

While he was talking, his subordinates came over and said, "Brother Kun, we are just ahead. However, the brothers who went to explore the road have not returned yet."

Brother Kun's face suddenly changed slightly: "Can't get in touch?"

The subordinates frowned and nodded, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little uncomfortable.

At this moment, there was a sudden burst of footsteps in the jungle on both sides, and then a figure suddenly jumped out from the side, with the muzzle of the gun pointed directly at this side.

"No! Disperse!" Brother Kun shouted.