The reason why Song Biao dared to take this route was that he did have many trump cards.

First, his father was a capital tycoon in this line. He took both black and white and had many connections. It is still useful now.

Second, before departure, he had already called his father and asked him to make all the necessary arrangements.

Third, and most importantly, he actually purchased the passes of several major armed forces along the border.

But this group of armed forces had just lost a battle and many people were injured. They were holding back their anger and wanted to find someone to vent their anger on.

Song Biao was unlucky and just happened to hit someone's gun.

Song Biao was so frightened that he howled like ghosts and wolves. He quickly named several armed forces and said that the passes were left in the car.

When these armed members heard that their own forces were also Song Biao's protectors and saw the signature seal on the pass, they reluctantly let him go.

One of the leading officers, with his face injured, cursed and said: "Who told you to look so mean and not like a good person? When you see us, you actually want to turn around and run away? You will remember better when you see us in the future."

Just accept the inspection honestly."

Song Biao used to follow his father and often did business in Burma, and he also spoke some Burmese.

"Yes, sir, I will definitely pay attention to it in the future. By the way, this is something I honor you with."

As Song Biao spoke, he took out a few small gold bars from his clothes.

The middle-aged officer took the gold bar, put it in his mouth and bit it to make sure it was genuine, then he grinned.

"Seeing that you are more sensible, you will be protected by us tonight and rest here. We will leave at dawn tomorrow. I will ask them to bring you two boxes of canned meat at dinner time."

"Thank you, sir!" Song Biao nodded and bowed, extremely humble.

His bodyguard, covered with wounds, sat on the stone next to him, watching all this, silently.

It's so frustrating. Facing so many armed men, let alone protecting my employer, I can't even protect myself.

If I hadn't purchased the pass in advance, I might have died here.

Finally, the middle-aged officer was sent away, and Song Biao sat down beside the stone, almost exhausted.

He and the bodyguard looked at each other, feeling like they were surviving a disaster, but neither of them spoke, they were all enjoying the fresh air of the aftermath.

It's just that the fresh air smells a little bloody, ugh.

Song Biao suddenly said: "We are so miserable even if we have passes. Wouldn't it be even worse if Xiao Xingyun drove into the battlefield?"

The bodyguard said: "Yes, it must be very miserable. Maybe he has been beaten to death by armed men."

"Oh, it's a pity that I didn't see Xiao Xingyun's death with my own eyes."

"It's okay. Let's drive tomorrow and follow Xiao Xingyun's route yesterday to take another look. Maybe we can see their bodies."

"That makes sense, so let's do it."

At this time, a soldier ran over and threw two boxes of flat cans to them.

"Thank you, sir, thank you!" Song Biao smiled again, nodded and bowed.

He and his bodyguard each received a palm-sized box of canned meat and devoured it hungrily.

At the same moment, Xiao Xingyun, who had died tragically in their eyes, was sitting in front of the tent, eating barbecue and drinking beer.

Beside the grill, the middle-aged officer was sweating from the heat. After brushing the mutton skewers in his hands with sauce, he handed them to Xiao Xingyun respectfully with both hands.

"Please, eat!" the middle-aged officer, who had just learned a few simple Chinese characters, said to Xiao Xingyun.

Xiao Xingyun took a bunch and frowned: "Can you do it? If you apply too much sauce, you will lose the natural flavor of the mutton. Are you too stupid? I have taught you a few times. In the end, you apply the sauce.

If it’s not good, just sprinkle more cumin, do you understand?”

"Yes, yes, I will definitely do it next time!"

"There are too many mosquitoes around. If you light more plates of mosquito-repellent incense, don't pick at Sosou. If you can't bear to light more plates of mosquito-repellent incense, how can you be a leader in the future?"

"Yes, sir, I'll order it right now!"

Xiao Xingyun's mouth was dry from cursing, and he drank half a can of beer to feel comfortable.

Li Kewei sat beside him and looked dumbfounded. Is the boss really scolding him?

This officer looked like a reckless man with a bad temper. He had two guns on his waist. What if he got angry and pulled out his gun?

But what's surprising is that the boss scolded him like a grandson, and he didn't even dare to show his teeth.

"It turns out that this officer is so afraid of the boss. It seems that the boss's status in their group of armed forces is not low."

Li Kewei completed the mental process in his mind for a moment.

Xiao Xingyun and Li Kewei sat by the grill, eating large pieces of meat and drinking heavily, while these armed men were running back and forth, so busy that their feet did not touch the ground.

Next to Xiao Xingyun's tent, mosquito coils were placed.

After the meal, the officer brought some fruit, which was particularly pleasant.

After eating and drinking enough, Xiao Xingyun went to sleep, and before going to bed, he asked Li Kewei to sleep too.

How dare Li Kewei sleep? What if these armed men suddenly launch an attack at night?

He had been sitting next to Xiao Xingyun's tent, half leaning on a stone, until dawn.

It wasn't until Xiao Xingyun woke up to move his body that Li Kewei got into the tent and took the time to sleep for a while.

"I'm asking you to sleep, but you have to hold on... Forget it, it's not a big deal anyway. I'll leave later and let you sleep a little longer."

After Xiao Xingyun washed up, he moved his body and sat in front of the tent to practice.

Bang, bang!

From the direction where we came yesterday, there were two gunshots, and at the same time, there were questions from the Burmese soldiers.

"Sir, don't shoot. It's me. I have a pass."

"%￥#@!"

Xiao Xingyun opened his eyes, used his clairvoyance ability, and saw Song Biao and his bodyguards driving a truck on the way here yesterday, explaining something to a few Burmese soldiers who were on guard.

"This evil pen seems to be following me all the time. I can't kill him yet, but I can collect some interest first."

Xiao Xingyun sneered and called the Burmese officer who had just woken up.

"Bring over those people who disturbed my rest!"

"Yes, sir!"

The middle-aged officer responded, immediately ran to the place and brought Song Biao and his bodyguard back.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

Song Biao and the bodyguard were confused. They had clearly shown the pass to these people, so why did they take themselves out of the truck?

When he looked up, he saw Xiao Xingyun and his bodyguards, standing in front of the tent, smiling to themselves.

"Xiao Xingyun, you're not dead?" Song Biao was extremely surprised and blurted out.

Xiao Xingyun bared his teeth at him: "You're not dead yet, how could I die?"

What surprised Song Biao even more was that Xiao Xingyun threw several beer cans, fruit peels, and barbecue sticks at Xiao Xingyun's feet... Life seemed good last night.

It's not like me, who only eats a small box of cans, and my stomach is growling with hunger in the middle of the night.

Damn, why?

"Do you have a pass too?" Song Biao couldn't help but ask.

"Pass? I don't need that thing to travel freely in the border chaos."

"You are so bragging!"

"Kneel down, you bastard!"

"ah?"
Chapter completed!