Meng Yan casually grabbed a piece of paper rolled into a tube and waved it in front of Zhou Yaoyao.
"That thing is the secret of the troops stationed at Pachangchangkou. Naturally, I can't bring the original document back. It's pretty good to have a glimpse of it."
"I memorized all those things in my head and wrote them all on this piece of paper."
When Zhou Yaoyao heard this, a flash of joy flashed across her face, and she quickly stretched out her hand to grab the paper in Meng Yan's hand, but Meng Yan shrank her hand and avoided it.
"Meng Yan, what do you mean? I've been waiting for this information for a long time, please give it to me quickly!" Zhou Yaoyao's face looked impatient.
"Seeing you look like this, it's even more impossible for me to give it to you directly." Meng Yan quickly stuffed the A-4 paper in her hand under her pillow and asked Zhou Yaoyao sternly.
"Tell me first, what do you want to do with such information?"
"This is a secret! You, a citizen of the Xia Kingdom, will intervene for free, and you must cooperate with my work!" Zhou Yaoyao replied confidently.
"Oh? Is that so?"
Meng Yan had already taken out a lighter from somewhere, picked up the A-4 paper from under the pillow and put it under the flame. Seeing that he was about to light it, Meng Yan threatened Zhou Yaoyao.
"Anyway, the entrance to the parlor has been blown up to the sky, and the original copy of the information can no longer be found. All the contents are now recorded in my mind."
"It's okay if you don't tell me, but you won't be able to get this information."
"No!" Zhou Yaoyao was a little anxious: "Okay, okay, I'll just tell you something!"
"You should also know that their military in Burma is not like our Xia Kingdom. They more or less engage in side businesses, and their logistics is no exception."
"Among the gates leading to our border, there are some convoys transporting supplies, not just transporting supplies."
“After investigation by our commissioners in northern Myanmar, we found that flour smugglers at the border were hiding flour smugglers in leather bags. Nine times out of ten, the supply was transported from these logistics fleets, which also proved from the side that these flour smugglers were hiding in leather bags.
Flour has something to do with the king of Burma."
"That's all the news, you can probably figure it out with your brain. If you ask me about the rest, I really can't tell you." Zhou Yaoyao spread her hands and looked at Meng Yan with serious eyes.
"Now can you hand me the information you have?"
"It's already over for you. Why do you have to do so many twists and turns in front of me?" Meng Yan handed the A-4 paper in his hand to Zhou Yaoyao, who opened the paper and looked at it in front of him, and then
He nodded with satisfaction.
"Yes, it seems that the information you saw at the entrance of the parfield is true. There are some sporadic routes in it that may overlap with those investigated by our agents."
"You have done a great job, Mr. Meng, a citizen of Xia State." Zhou Yaoyao looked at Meng Yan with a smile and said.
Meng Yan was too lazy to say anything else to this girl. She lay on the bed and squinted her eyes to think for a while, and suddenly remembered something.
"Miss Zhou, go to my desk, open the drawer, and take out the things inside." Meng Yan said to Zhou Yaoyao.
Yaoyao nodded. Although she didn't know what Meng Yan was talking about, she still listened to his words and walked to the desk in the room and opened the drawer below.
"This thing...isn't this thing the Ie Stone?"
"Did you bring all this box over?" Zhou Yaoyao asked, holding the iron box in her hand and looking at Meng Yan, her expression obviously a little annoyed.
"This thing can be regarded as physical evidence after all. If you take it here by yourself, it might cause unnecessary trouble to Captain Wu and the others!"
"Didn't Old Wu say it himself? No one wants this thing anymore. They have piled it up in the corner of the room waiting to get moldy. If you don't believe me, just touch the dust on the iron sheet. I haven't even wiped it off yet."
"If you think this is inappropriate when it comes to Xia Guo's mission, you can take this iron box and send it back to Captain Wu tomorrow morning. I have no complaints," Meng Yan said.
Zhou Yaoyao pursed her lips. Meng Yan's suggestion was unnecessary. The distance between here and Old Wu's place was too far. It would take a day and a night to drive back and forth. It was really not worth traveling so far just to deliver such a thing.
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"Then what are you going to do with this box of Yijiang stones?" Zhou Yaoyao simply handed the box forward and threw it directly on Meng Yan's bed.
Meng Yan picked up the box on the bed and smiled.
"What else can I do? Of course the Ijiang Stone will be cut."
Meng Yan was actually a little happy. Isn't this just someone handing me a pillow when I want to sleep?
As the public sale in northern Myanmar is delayed longer and longer, the price of high-end rough stones circulating on the market will definitely rise accordingly.
I don't have a few dollars in my hand, so if I fancy this stone and want to take it out, I'll have to call Nightingale over.
Breaking up with her is a trivial matter. Due to Nightingale's status, if he is also called over, the impact of the matter will only expand. In addition to having to think that he might get into some trouble before calling Nightingale over to calm things down, Meng
Yan hopes that he can act alone at other times, so that if something happens, he can run quickly alone.
After all, with the blessing of the magic eyes, he would be worthy even if he was one against ten. If he started running, no one would be able to catch up with him.
"Let's go, Miss Zhou." Meng Yan turned over and got out of bed holding the box in her hand. At this moment, Zhou Yaoyao realized that Meng Yan had already dressed.
"Let's go cut the rough stone!"
the other side.
In northern Myanmar, within 20 kilometers of the primeval forest extending from Yangon, under an inconspicuous and nameless hill, a sudden dirt road winds and extends from a cave.
Upon closer inspection, it is not difficult to find that although the surrounding area is a wasteland covered with wild flowers and grasses, what is very strange is that there are no tall trees within a few hundred meters of the dirt road, as if this area has been specifically avoided.
Under a quiet patch of weeds and shrubs, there were some dead tree branches, tangled in circles by weeds, seemingly randomly distributed around the dirt road.
But if you look closely, you will see that these are not dead branches at all.
Instead, the dark muzzles of the guns were watching vigilantly at the only dirt road extending out of the cave.
After a while, an off-road vehicle riddled with bullet holes appeared staggeringly not far from the dirt road. The driver in the driving seat had gauze wrapped around his head and drove towards this direction.