It's so urgent to save people, and it can't even take a half minute. Who knows when Ye Zimei will be caught by those criminals?

So, Lam Feng asked the wind show to take a few brothers familiar with Myanmar to follow him on the plane. After a few hours of flight journey, he took another three or four hours of bus and finally arrived in Tengchong again.

When he arrived in Tengchong, Lin Feng picked up his cell phone and called the bodyguard Cui Mintang, and said, "I have arrived in Tengchong. I will come to find you later. Let me tell you first."

"So fast?"

Cui Mintang seemed surprised, but he said, "Mr. Lin, where are you now? Let me pick you up. The place I am in is a bit remote now. Maybe you have to search for it for a long time."

Lin Feng thought for a while and said, "Okay, I'm not very familiar with this place in Tengchong. I'm having a meal at the xx hotel in Tengchong. Do you know where it is?"

"That restaurant? I know, I'll come to find you soon." After saying these words, Cui Mintang hung up the phone and seemed to be heading here.

After hearing the call, the wind music club said to Lin Feng: "Boss, this time I came in a hurry. I just heard you say you wanted you to come here to find someone, and you need someone to lead the way. What happened?"

The other two or three brothers from the Four Seas Gang also looked at Lam Feng curiously. Although they knew that they would be the leader party in Myanmar, they were not very clear about what they were doing here.

"I have a friend who seems to have a conflict with local warlords in Myanmar here. He is now trapped in a mountainous area. I want to go and save her." Lam Feng clenched his fists.

Feng Lehui swallowed and said nervously: "Did you offend the Burmese warlord?" His expression was a little frightened, his heart was beating around, and a cold air rose from his spine.

Not only did the wind music feel this way, but even the two or three little brothers around him felt cold all over. If an ordinary person heard the big words "Myanmar warlords", he would think that it was a warlord in a small place. It would be no big deal, and he would not even feel anything.

However, for those gangsters who have been walking in Myanmar for many years, they know better than anyone else what the four big words "Myanmar warlords" mean.

Warlords have guns. It’s not that one or two people have guns, but that thousands of people have guns, which means that they are a certain army of the country, and there is real violence!

They are just gangsters. They are amazing, they are just shooting and fighting against hostile gangs, but compared with such professional soldiers, they are simply scum.

They only need to send a company to easily wipe out all the personnel of the Four Seas Gang without taking a breath.

Although they are just Burmese warlords, soldiers are soldiers, and the training they receive is not comparable to that of gangsters like them.

So, when he heard that the person Lin Feng was actually preparing to deal with was a Burmese warlord, the wind concert and others couldn't help but shuddered, and he was a little scared that he wanted to escape now.

"What? Are you very scared?" Lin Feng glanced at the people and said lightly.

Wen Lehui smiled awkwardly, and took a deep breath, as if he was brave enough to slap himself in his chest and said, "I'm afraid? How could I be afraid of the damn Burmese devils? If these people don't come, I'll punch one by one and wipe them out all here."

Speaking of this, he suddenly changed his subject: "But, those Burmese warlords all have guns, such as AK47, and there are thousands of people under their command. I, are we a little weak? No, why not go back and call more brothers and fight them to the death?"

Guan Lehuan expressed his suggestions with some trepidation, and the other three gang brothers also looked at Lin Feng with a timid look.

"Saving people is like putting out a fire. I don't have that much time to play games with them for so long."

Lin Feng said lightly: "And you don't need to worry. I asked you to come here just to lead the way. Be careful, you won't die so easily."

Hearing this, the wind music club and others felt relieved, but when they thought about it, their faces turned pale in an instant. What are they doing here? They are leading the way.

The so-called leading the way means walking ahead, which is called leading the way, or others will lead you.

On the battlefield, no one knows that the first person who died was leading the way. The first bullet that someone fired was hit on the leading parties.

It can be said that if a small conflict breaks out, they will be the first to be affected!

Thinking of this, the wind liga and others almost cried and were trembling all over. After talking here for a long time, their lives were simply colder than water.

If they were not careful, they might have died here. Those Burmese soldiers are not kind-hearted, and bullets are blind!

"Boss, I, I..." Wen Lehui looked at Lin Feng pitifully. He wanted to run away immediately, but thinking that Lin Feng's methods were even more terrifying than devils.

If something like that happened last night, if it was serious, Guan Le would feel that he would be better off being shot by the enemy.

Doudu…

Suddenly, a white van drove next to the road, and happened to park in front of Lin Feng and others. With a snap, the car door opened and a strong middle-aged man wearing a red shaping vest walked out.

This person is the bodyguard Cui Mintang!

"Mr. Lin, you are finally here. I have been waiting for you for a long time." After getting off the car, Cui Mintang walked directly to Lin Feng and shook hands with Lin Feng.

Lin Feng frowned and said, "I don't have time to talk to you here. Tell me where Ye Zimei is? Where is she trapped now?"

"Mr. Lin, you have brought so many people?" Cui Mintang looked at the three or four people behind him with a little suspicion. He was a little suspicious about Lin Feng's rescue ability.

Lin Feng said in a deep voice: "Saving people does not mean that you can succeed with a big momentum, nor does it mean that you can gain an advantage with a large number of people. These people are elites and can definitely help."

These words made people blush when they say it. So, we are just leading the way. If we conflict with Myanmar warlords, we are completely cannon fodder.

"Yeah, that's it."

Cui Mintang didn't seem to care about this matter and said seriously: "Mr. Lin, there are many people here, and it is not suitable for us to talk about things here. It's better to go to my secret base first and then talk to you."

He also observed vigilantly for a while, as if he was watching if anyone was following him.

Lin Feng nodded and got into his van directly.

…………

On the other hand, after Zhang Chuan knew that the leader of the Sihai Gang had died, he was about to call Lin Feng to celebrate, but found that Lin Feng's phone seemed to be unable to get through, and there was no one even going to his house.

However, he didn't care much about this situation. This guy seemed to have happened when he went to Africa before, so he should be doing some important things.

At this time, Huang Fulong, a jewelry businessman whom I met in Tengchong, suddenly came to find Zhang Chuan. As soon as we met, he said bluntly: "Brother, I plan to go to the Myanmar public market this time to buy some goods. Are you interested in going to take a look together?"

Of course, Zhang Chuan was very interested. The last time he went to Tengchong to gambling stones, he said immediately: "Hehe, of course I am very interested. Anyway, I have nothing to do recently. It seems very interesting to accompany you to play with you."

"What about Brother Lin?" Huang Fulong came this time mainly to invite Lin Feng.

Zhang Chuan waved his hand and said, "I don't know where that guy has gone? He can't even call. I guess he will not be able to find him in a short time."

"It's such a pity." Huang Fulong had no choice but to feel sorry for him. He could only find Lin Feng, the saint of gambling stone, to make a fortune next time.
Chapter completed!