Julien has never contacted Tunqin, but Tunqin knows that almost recovered his injuries. Julien and the others must have been around him and have never left. But Tunqin himself doesn't know where they are. What is certain is that they are not far away from Tunqin.

"Sodan, how many years have you been with me?!" This is a wardrobe, a newly built residence for Tunqin. Most of Tunqin's former confidants were forced away by their former deputy. Sodan was one of the few who stayed. It's not that he didn't want to leave, but that he knew too much that he didn't dare to make things too difficult for him.

At that time, Suodan and the deputy who took over were of the same level. Even before Tunqin left, he asked Suodan for business before handing over the business. Suodan said that he had no interest, and then handed over it to the deputy. Suodan had no ambitions and did not like to fight for power. If it weren't for the issue of having dinner with his dozens of people, he might have stopped him long ago.

"Fifteen years." Sodan did not sit, as long as Tunqin was there, he always kept standing. This is the difference between Sodan and others. Most people in Myanmar are lazy, from training to fighting. They are lazy in doing anything. Sodan is different. He is very disciplined.

To be a person, you must have rules for being a person. If you are a big boss, you must respect the big boss. When you have a big boss, you have to stand. In fact, this is one of the reasons why the deputy who took over after Tunqin left dared not touch Suodan. Suodan is too regular. If you can't even tolerate such a rule, then who will dare to hang out with you?!

Tuanqin's eyes were a little sloppy, and he sighed, "It's been fifteen years... I still remember that you were my squad leader at that time. It was you who told the company commander that I was a good seedling. That's why I had the opportunity to rise up. Later, Mr. Kunsha chose to settle the mountain, but I chose to continue doing it. You advised me, and you said it would be better to be honest..."

"I'm not willing to give up! I think I can do what Mr. Kunsha can do, too." Tunqin's legs stretched out, as if he was recalling or talking to himself: "It's a pity that so many years have passed. I'm just a hawker here..."

Young people always have some passion, thinking that dreams can do everything by just working hard. However, reality is cruel. Dreams are not something you can do with just working hard. When Tunqin was young, he wanted to become a famous figure like Khunsha. But reality is skinny.

The rise of Kunsha is due to historical reasons, strength reasons, and of course, it is also due to luck. When that opportunity disappears, it is obviously impossible to become such a person again. Carnegie became the king of steel and formed a giant trust. However, it is obviously impossible to become such a person in later generations.

Sodan didn't say anything because he knew very well what Tunqin was saying. Over the years, Tunqin had grown older and more knowledge, his views gradually changed. In fact, even if he reached the level of Kunsha, from the national perspective, he was just a group of local warlords.

It even sounds a bit ugly. If it weren't for their position, there were some complex forces in various aspects, let alone him, a hawker, who was a peddler. Even Kunsha had been destroyed countless times. The will of the country was invisible and intangible. But when this will was moving, the torrent of steel would crush any so-called "force" and "armed" into powder.

"Maybe I won't survive this time. But it's okay, at least my family will survive." Perhaps because he smelled the smell of death, Tunqin looked at his old partner and whispered: "I hope you survive. Because you don't have to die at all."

Sodan shook his head, his voice still very indifferent: "Boss, don't say this anymore. My family has been sent to Bangkok, and the money left to them is enough for them to live. Since you are my boss, I will naturally follow you. Death or life, it depends on luck. I really deserve to die, and I have to die if I leave. If I don't deserve to die, I can live even if I stay."

"You don't understand the situation this time..." Tunqin leaned on the chair, rubbed his forehead and whispered: "We have been involved in a war that has nothing to do with us, but we want us as an excuse and cannon fodder. Maybe this war is small, but it's enough for the two of us and even those who follow us to die without a burial place..."

As he said that, Tunqin looked at Sodan: "I don't care about the others. I know they are following me for money. Since it's for money, they should accept it if they take the money and die. Only you, I don't think you should die here..."

"At that time, I was not strong enough, so I asked you to help me. You could have run your own business in Bangkok and live an ordinary life. I brought you into the water. You have never done anything to be sorry for me over the years. In fact, you could have left long ago, because I have been reluctant to leave you..."

Suodan shook his head again, still without any expression: "Boss, I said it. Since you are my boss, I have collected money. Then you have to be worthy of the money you gave me. Don't say these words again. I'll go out to patrol."

As he said that, Sodan nodded to Tunchen. Then he turned around and left the Caoliao. When he walked out of the Caoliao gate, a tone voice came from the darkness behind Tunchen: "It seems that your subordinate is very good! You are lucky."

"That's why I don't want him to die here. Such a person shouldn't die here..." Tunqin lowered his head and whispered: "He could have found a decent job in Bangkok and lived a simple life. At that time, he had already gone to Bangkok with Khun Sha. But I found him back. Or, I forced him back..."

In the shadow, a white man was wearing jungle camouflage with heavy oil paint on his face and walked out slowly: "He can't leave now. Believe me, there must be all kinds of eyeliners outside. He is going out now, but he is looking for death. Maybe after this matter, if he doesn't die, there will be a chance to survive. The promise I can give you is that I will not kill him deliberately."

Of course, if it is a murder, it is hard to say. As for whether it is a murder, it depends on the mood of the white man. Even if his people specifically want to kill Suodan, he will not refuse. Like Tunqin, he is just a slightly valuable person. Just like cats and dogs on the roadside, it is okay to throw some valuable cat food, and dog food shows his love.

But if someone around him went to kill them, this white man naturally would not hurt the relationship between his friends because of this little thing. Whether it was Tunqin or Sodan, it could even be said that it was no one who belonged to his team. In the eyes of this white man, it doesn't matter. Just die a few, just die a few.

Or it can be explained that in their consciousness, no one else, including Tunqin, can be considered humans. It can be regarded as prey, wild animals or pets that you tease when you are happy. But absolutely, it is not their kind. It is a bit cruel to say that. But this is the fact.

"Thank you..." Tunqin was not surprised by Julien's appearance. He breathed a deep breath. He knew this fact. But he also knew that he had no right or qualification to oppose this matter. He sent his family to the United States with the purpose of getting his family out of this identity. At least... he would not fall to the current level as he did.

Of course, if it weren't for Huaxia, it would be impossible for Huaxia to accept itself. The one that Tunqin would rather let his family go was actually Huaxia. Unfortunately, Huaxia is not an immigrant country. It is very difficult to obtain a Chinese household registration. In addition, Tunqin's own identity is something that Huaxia cannot tolerate and accept. Therefore, he can only go to the United States.

Outside the Tunqin station are layered jungle. The subtropical climate makes the jungle here covered with large areas of vines and towering trees. In the dense jungle, three teams are slowly approaching the camp where Tunqin is cautious and firm.

They took every step carefully. The vanguards who were opening the road ahead would not even cut down any vines. They would bypass them carefully and leave safety marks. The three teams behind them approached the camp in a font shape.

"In another fifteen minutes, everyone will stop marching. Each team releases a reconnaissance and pay attention to the situation nearby." Hou Dasheng glanced at his waterproof watch and whispered: "Tunqin has no ability to do birds, but the people behind him are not simple. Be careful, and the three-person team will act. When encountering situations, be careful not to exchange fire!"

"Received!" Soon, Hou Dasheng heard the responses from various groups from his headphones. Fifteen minutes later, pieces of camouflage hidden folding tarps were pulled out. They were placed next to towering trees, forming hidden rest points.

The post was arranged, Hou Dasheng and the three captains, and the rest began to rest. Without hot food, everyone quietly replenished energy with dry food in the field and the pure water they carried. Each of these soldiers was assigned some high-energy chocolate bars.

But they were not willing to use those. Those were purchased by Hou Dasheng through jackals. I have to admit that China is still relatively poor in terms of logistics. But Hou Dasheng knew that wars are not big or small. In many cases, the competition is a logistics competition.

Whoever is more prepared and is in a better state during the battle? Then victory is naturally more inclined to him. At present, no one in China knows the significance of these better than Hou Dasheng. Jackals have always had their own special handling personnel in terms of logistics.
Chapter completed!