The Divine Eye for Appreciating Treasures: Starting from Escape from Northern Myanmar

Someone ran out of the bathroom in a panic. She was wearing a white mask, adjusting her dress and running out with her head lowered.

He ran out carrying the suitcase he had just left behind.

Cindy led her out of the negotiation room quickly. It seemed that this time she didn't expect Zhang Fan to be so brave and dare to deal with her openly!

The others knew her identity and were very obedient, but he was the only one who actually took the courage of a leopard!

He killed his own people, touched his own people, almost fell in love with his own people, he is dead!

Song Tianze also walked out, and there would be no good fruit if he continued to stay. This place was occupied by Kun Luo and that boy, so it was better to keep a low profile in other people's territory.

After a while, Zhang Fan came out.

Kun Luo laughed.

"Arrange a good place for the evening and you will be satisfied."

Kunluo applauded.

"No, I like the drug lord. No one else is interested. I don't cooperate with the drug lord. If you want to cooperate, it's up to you. I don't want her to get involved in this mining area. How you cooperate with her is your business."

Zhang Fan once again expressed his attitude.

Kun Luo nodded. In fact, no one wants to cooperate with drug lords, but they have guns and are fierce. If they don't cooperate, they will be assassinated, and there is a lot of profit.

Making and selling drugs is profitable, but mining areas are the least profitable.

Zhang Fan led the people out.

The explosion just now has caused commotion outside, and Cindy and the two have already left.

She must be Xue Qiqi's younger sister, but she doesn't seem to care about her identity.

I had seen the curly-haired woman I pulled in, but I wasn't sure if it was her. As soon as I pulled her in, I held her down and had a friendly exchange.

I always felt that she was the undercover agent and the news reporter back then.

But why did a news reporter appear next to a drug lord?

Always feel something is not right.

I wasn't completely sure that she was the undercover agent.

The group of people walked out, and Kun Luo had already arranged the next program.

Zhang Fan came to a high-end place in the city center, which was a hotel complex.

The second and third floors are casinos, dedicated to entertaining foreigners.

The fourth floor is the entertainment venue, and the fifth floor is the guest room.

This kind of place can be seen everywhere in Southeast Asia, and they are all dedicated to Xia people's business.

"Boss, hey, then I'm going to fight."

Da Jun pointed to the contents of his pocket.

I bought the magic medicine and let's see how it works.

Zhang Fan didn't go to be cool.

I have little interest in these.

Everyone else has made arrangements, and except for the people on duty, everyone has gone to consume.

I have to say that the food here is quite expensive. I heard from Dajun that washing your feet costs more than 100 yuan, and if you add some meat, it costs more than 200 yuan. If you want to go to the fifth floor, the starting price is 500 yuan.

If it's a white girl or something like that, it's one or two thousand.

These are Xia national currencies, not local currencies.

There is no problem in using U.S. dollars or Xia Guo currency here.

Zhang Fan walked in unexpectedly this time.

The interior is completely decorated in Chinese style. You don't need to guess to know that the boss is from Xia country.

The women greeting guests inside are all local women, and they are all pretty.

When we walked in, the reception inside was very warm and they spoke several languages. The service here was excellent.

After looking around, Zhang Fan walked down.

Just come in and take a look and make sure the boss inside is a Xia nationality.

As soon as he came down, a dark-skinned little boy selling flowers bumped into him.

Zhang Fan looked around and walked over.

I walked to a corner and saw a dark young man in front of me.

"What's the matter with me?"

In fact, the little boy selling flowers didn't need to know that someone was watching him.

"I want to join you."

Xia's Mandarin is not very standard, but I know the meaning.

Zhang Fan glanced at him and joined him?

This side needs a lot of people, but I also have requirements for new people who join.

His identity is questionable, and he belongs to a marginalized group, a Rohingya from the west who have always been at odds with local officials.

I came here to make money, not to participate in political disputes.

The government is naturally hostile to them, and it is impossible for them to go against the government.

"Go back, we don't need you right now."

Zhang Fan clearly understood the stakes involved.

I still understand political correctness.

The other party turned and left, with a look of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

This dissatisfaction is full of hostility and is filled with terrible anger.

Zhang Fan lit a cigarette and was about to leave when the little boy selling flowers ran over.

Zhang Fan just ran over and took out his gun and shot him in the head.

He probably didn't know why he was shot until his death.

The flowers he held contained a time bomb.

Within ten seconds of his fall, the time bomb exploded, his body was torn apart, and a large crater appeared on the ground.

To be kind to others is to be irresponsible to yourself.

Normally, he would not be aware of this sudden danger, but with this pair of divine eyes, he could see the explosives hidden in the flowers at a glance.

Did that Rohingya just take revenge for not recruiting him?

Can he run?

Zhang Fan returned to the car and took out the drone. The drone began to hover in the sky, looking for him.

In just a few dozen seconds, where could he go?

Since he dares to retaliate with a time bomb, he must let him know what the consequences will be.

Soon the drone tracked him into a slum and then into a shantytown.

He went in with a woman in his arms.

In less than 10 minutes, he came out with his pants pulled up, betel nut in his mouth, and left on a bicycle nearby.

The drone followed him to a village outside, where people with the same skin color as him were drinking and reveling.

There were many little boys and girls selling flowers in this village. They came back one after another, and their income was taken away by the people above.

Under the night, drones watched this group of people partying.

The person who just carried out the assassination came to an old man. He was saying something, as if he was praying or talking about today's achievements.

He had no idea that danger was coming.

He took out a handful of U.S. dollars from his pocket and took money from someone. He didn't know whose money it was, but it was most likely money from a drug lord.

He was dancing and talking excitedly.

Until a bomb fell from the sky, with a loud bang, his body was blown in half, and cash flew around.

Many companions ran over, not to save people, but to grab cash on the ground.

After performing the mission and taking photos, the drone returns.

If you dare to kill yourself, you must die. You must let these people know that you are more difficult to mess with than the drug lords.

These people are a bit arrogant.

Zhang Fan took back the drone and wasted a bomb.

He's not worth the money of a bomb.

The assassination must be continuing. If he offends the drug lord, the drug lord will think of ten thousand ways to kill him.

I was too merciful before, now I have to be cold-blooded!

I just drove back and when I passed by the hotel, I saw a Lexus. There was a middle-aged man in a suit and tie in the car. He was followed by two bodyguards.

That middle-aged man gave him a very familiar feeling.