Reborn in Changbai Mountain, I rely on my divine eyes to dig ginseng and hunt

Li Shaoyang was burning paper while muttering: "My fellow immortals, it's inconvenient to be away from home. Please keep this money for travel. I will give you gold and silver after I return."

The cool wind blew paper ashes all over the sky. Liu Xia Lian, who was not far away, felt goose bumps all over her body. Zhao Hua pulled Liu Xia Lian's hand and leaned back.

After a while, Li Shaoyang finished the ritual and shook off the incense and paper ashes on his body: "Okay, I'll calculate the whereabouts of Mr. Huang after we get out of the border."

Liu Xialian gave a thumbs up and praised: "Shaoyang is great, he pays the salary on time and never delays it."

Li Shaoyang smiled and said, "The immortals are just like people, each with their own temper. The old headmaster of my family was calm as water and didn't care much about money and incense. But it's different for the outsiders. They come to help, for money and incense, so they have to be paid in time. If they get into a fight, my headmaster can't control it."

Liu Xialian also understood that there were many types of halls, including the Wentang and the Wutang. Li Shaoyang belonged to the Wentang, a relatively rare head of the Hui family. He was very accurate in finding people and things, but he was much weaker when it came to fighting with others, after all, the Huixian was not good at fighting.

When the group returned to the hotel, they saw Zhao Yong receiving a middle-aged man in his thirties in the lobby on the first floor. This man was Yang Bo that Wang Yong mentioned. He was of medium build, but very strong, with bulging muscles under his shirt. He was very capable, and exuded a faint murderous aura. In the border area, no one who does this kind of business is a simple one.

Zhao Yong saw Liu Xia Lian coming back and said to Yang Bo, "Our boss is here. Let's go upstairs and talk."

Yang Bo was a little surprised: "Why is it a woman?"

"Brother Yang, this is the ceiling of combat power. In just three days, at least 150 to 160 sniper shooters have died at her hands. There are also two women up there, very strong, they are the boss' sisters, don't disrespect them, or I won't care if she beats you up."

Yang Bo came to save people and used his connections to find Wang Yong. Because Li Zhengnan once made a name for himself in southern Xinjiang and was known to be able to defeat a hundred people alone, Li Zhengnan was somewhat disappointed, but he was there anyway.

Soon, Yang Bo followed Zhao Yong to the guest room upstairs, and suddenly felt full of oppression. Liu Xialian was okay, a beautiful woman. But the three people behind her, two women and one man, were like King Kong, especially the man, whose arms were thicker than ordinary people's thighs.

After a brief introduction, Yang Bo went straight to the point: "My eldest brother was framed by his partner Kun Luo. Not only did he occupy his mine, but he also demanded a ransom of 500,000 yuan. I don't have any other requirements, just rescue him. I'll pay 200,000 yuan first, and 300,000 yuan after the job is done. This Kun Luo has no credibility at all. He will definitely kill people even if we pay him, so we're going there for a gunfight."

Liu Xia Lian nodded: "I have no questions about your payment method. I don't care about other things, but once the gunshots are heard, everything must be under my command. Is there a problem?"

Yang Bo was stunned. He didn't expect Liu Xia Lian to be so strong.

"I have four brothers waiting outside, with three pickup trucks in total. After I get out of the customs, I will go buy weapons. After I get the weapons, I need to see how strong you are. As long as you are strong, I can completely listen to you."

Daniu was unhappy when he heard this: "You still doubt our strength. Let alone a small mine owner, even a huge army would be crushed to the ground."

Liu Xia Lian waved her hand to stop Daniu. There was nothing wrong with Yang Bo’s request.

"Let's go. We have to get done as soon as possible and go home." Liu Xia Lian was counting the days. Li Damei was getting married on National Day, and it was already September 20th. She had to take the train back on at least the 26th to catch the trip. If she was late, Damei would definitely be unhappy. After all, she only had such a close friend like her.

Three pickup trucks drove along the checkpoint to the border. There were many people going through the checkpoint, and there were dozens of vehicles lined up in front of the trucks.

Myanmar's light and heavy industries are almost zero, so a large amount of materials need to be imported and they have to queue up for clearance.

Yang Bo said hello and jumped the queue to pass through customs ahead of time.

It is very troublesome to enter the customs. People are checked from head to toe, and cars are checked from frame to tires.

The rammed earth road looks flat, but it is actually bumpy and difficult to walk on. After walking south for more than an hour, a small town appeared in front of us. The signs were all in Chinese, and most of the people walking on the street were Chinese. The local population is very complex, with people who fled here in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties and those who stayed behind by the Burmese expeditionary force.

A courtyard outside the town, shaded by bamboos outside, with five red brick houses inside, and three cars parked at the door.

A young man in his twenties in the yard looked at Yang Bo with a gun and shouted to the yard, "Dad, there are guests coming."

The group got off the car. Zhao Hua and Zhao Yong pretended as if nothing had happened, but they were actually on guard secretly and observing the terrain.

Liu Xia Lian, Daya, Erya and Daniu followed Yang Bo closely. The cold weapons in the hands of the three scared Yang Bo. Shield, steel mace, broadsword, what kind of shape is this?

A middle-aged man in his fifties came out of the yard. He was honest and simple. In China, he would be a farmer or a sanitation worker.

"Boss Li, long time no see."

"Old Yang is here, and the team has grown stronger."

Yang Bo laughed and said, "I have found a few friends. Are the goods ready?"

"Okay, let's inspect the goods."

The middle-aged man opened the wooden box in the yard, and inside was a brand new five-six-stroke machine.

Yang Bo picked it up and pulled the bolt, which made a clicking sound. There was a magazine next to it.

Liu Xia Lian checked and found that they were all brand new guns with no wear and tear.

"How did you sell this?"

"Cucumbers with thorns cost one hundred and twenty dollars. The girl seems to be quite knowledgeable."

Liu Xia Lian was stunned. This term was not common in the north. It was only called this way in the border areas of the four warring states. This kind of small-caliber weapon was called cucumber strips, and when sold with bullets it was called cucumber with thorns.

"Are there any big black stars or little melons?"

"Yes, yes, all."

However, all of his big Black Stars are old items, with wear and tear. They should be recycled second-hand items, and after maintenance they look quite new.

"Try it." Liu Xia Lian threw a handful of big black stars to Zhao Yong.

There is a simple shooting range in Boss Li's yard. There are five Qingmangs on a wooden rack ten meters away. Dayong holds the gun, bang bang bang, and every shot hits the target. Money controls the hands of servants, and art controls the people. Although the Big Black Star is powerful, it is difficult to be accurate. With this accuracy, he is definitely a veteran in actual combat.

The small cantaloupe is far worse. You can tell at first glance that it is hand-kneaded in a small workshop. Not to mention how powerful it is, the main concern is that it might explode suddenly.

"Six cucumber sticks, each with six magazines, six big black stars, each with three magazines." One magazine contains thirty bullets, and six is ​​one hundred and eighty, which is enough to support combat of this intensity, because the purpose is to save people, not to attack.