Of course, the weapon system was thrown aside, and perhaps the civil war would be loaded into the car to exert its residual heat after the intensification of the civil war. A warning radar on the position was turned on intermittently to monitor the sky facing the government military-controlled area.

The only detection method is destroyed, and it is obvious that some forces will have big moves tonight.

Under the night, Long Yun and the agent were still riding their bicycles. Seeing that the dim lights were already looking at them, Xie Miao Ivanov, who was breathless, turned around and greeted him in a low voice. The few people quickly crossed the gravel-paved road and approached the large village. They waited for a moment in the shadow of the tree canopy, and met with the team members who arrived early and hid the jeep.

There are quite a lot of rainy days in the hinterland of Myanmar in spring, but the sky tonight is very clear, and the bright moonlight falls on large woodlands and gray-white gravel roads. With the help of the cold moonlight, Long Yun saw several local intelligence officers taking off their coats and showing off their casual clothes. The long spear and other weapons should also be hidden in the same place as the jeep. Xie Miao Ivanov, who led the team, raised his hand and greeted him a few times, and the team members pretending to be civilians walked around the village with brisk steps.

Although the surrounding environment of Myanmar is not at all peaceful, there are no arrangements such as high walls and deep trenches.

Seeing Ivanov squatting beside the trunk of the tree, looking at him, he followed him while thinking that perhaps in the Baodewen mining area, the Shan State armed forces had some effect, otherwise, just like now, under the night, there was still a lot of light in the huge village, and the voices were also vague and whisperable. This was not like the appearance of a war-torn place. He had experienced the Middle East civil war and was very sure of this.

Since there was a long agreement, it was different from the team members who sneaked into the village, Long Yun followed Ivanov and soon saw the guard posts on both sides of the village road.

After the deer fort, a Burmese man in casual clothes and carrying a rifle on his shoulder stood up. He waved his hand and grabbed the guy who seemed to be an AKM and ordered them to stop. The man who was walking quickly next to him took the note from Ivanov's hand, returned to the sandbag and whispered a few times, as if he had called someone, and then signaled that the man holding the gun could let go.

"Friend, please hand over all the weapons."

"Neither of us carries a weapon, we only have a little self-defense, friends."

Although he had said hello in advance, he should have met the "headman" in the village several times. The Burmese man who had called the phone still seriously asked the two to hand over the weapons. Xie Miao Ivanov wanted to do it perfunctorily at first, but in the end he reluctantly took out his pistol and handed it to the man with Long Yun's May Fourth Style.

After the weapons were confiscated, Ivanov walked into the village with a man leading the way, and explained to Long Yun a few words:

"No problem. I have dealt with it several times before. Everyone is smart. We have no conflict with the residents here."

"Oh... OK."

The agent's lame Burmese dialect. Long Yun could only barely understand some words. He knew that Xie Miao Ivanov was actually talking to the man who was walking in front; as an experienced kgb, he naturally had to make necessary preparations before departure. The muddy short boots they were wearing were inserted into, and of course it was not an ordinary cold weapon, but an agent with four 762mm bullets hidden in the handle of the gun was made with a dagger.

Things like daggers usually have several single-time short-firing tubes in the circular handle. When used, they are aimed at the target, and the rotor slid. Four bullets can be fired in a few seconds.

Of course, accuracy and lethality cannot be expected, it is just a means of better than nothing.

Walking on the main road of the village with the guide, he turned to the fork in the road for a while. For the first time, Long Yun, who came to the hinterland of Myanmar, was very curious. He kept looking around while walking. It was nightfall, and the dinner for each household had ended. There was no trace of firewood in the air, and the voices were only vaguely heard. It seemed that in this remote place that was uncontested, people still followed the living habit of "working at sunrise and resting at sunset".

Following Xie Miao Ivanov's footsteps, I don't know where the other members are. They turn left and right in a huge village. Just as Long Yun was surprised that the buildings were lined up and almost lost their direction, the guide led the two men out of the main body of the village hidden by trees and walked towards a large area of ​​hidden buildings.

"Tribal Head", with Long Yun's initial understanding of this identity, he thought he would meet an old man wearing fancy ethnic costumes and muttering words.

However, imagination is always far from reality. When Ivanov approached a fence and built with lights, the building was vaguely visible under the moonlight. The young man found that the building looked quite modern, almost a light-colored country house. Through the vines-wrapped arches and walking on the smooth stone road, he felt that the owner here should be quite tasteful, at least he did not turn the core building of the village into a temple monument.

In a foreign country and exploring the secrets in the heart of the countryside far away from the hustle and bustle, Long Yun felt that everything around him was quite novel.

Of course, it was this novelty that greatly reduced his previous life experience. The three of them walked to the gate of the villa-like building. The guards standing guard talked with the man and raised their hands to open the door. Long Yun learned from the conversation between the two that this place was not a "tribal commons", but the residence of the local leader.

"Hello, Dr. Vasily."

From passing through the building fence to a group of two people sitting in the soft light villa reception room, two or three minutes passed, and Long Yun finally met the person who met this time.

He is of medium size, thin figure, and has a pair of delicate and elegant glasses on his nose. His appearance and skin color look quite typical. The first impression the tribal leader gave Long Yun was "surprising". Although he heard the agent talk about it, he did not expect that the young man like a scholar was to deal with. According to the traditions of the country, this "headman" probably went to the West to study?

The two parties met, because they had contacted each other more than once before, Xie Miao Ivanov just said hello, but his words shocked Long Yun next to him:

"Hello, come so late to disturb me, Mr. Maolong."

Maolong…?

When he heard this familiar name, Long Yun looked at the leader in confusion and sat on the chair with Ivanov with some hesitation. He then realized that he shouldn't have been so surprised.

Despite this, when thinking about the scene where this name has been touched in two worlds, the name of the Burmese is always impressive, and the young man immediately thought of the "Bauhinia Hotel" - yes, it was after the special opportunity in the clear sky that the Burmese king, who was saved, met him, and then met the young princess Yinglan, and the name of the Burmese king seemed to be... (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!