latelenovela Chapter 447 Aren't you afraid of dying without a burial place?
Chapter 447 Aren't you afraid of dying without a burial place?
This town is called Myawa Town, and Qin Chuan knows this place.
In fact, the local customs and traditions are no different from those in Linjiang Province.
However, the security situation is very bad outside the border, but it is relatively better for the locals.
In addition, most people here grow poppies, so they are protected by drug trafficking organizations.
These people have lived here for generations; they only grow poppies and never participate in anything else.
Regardless of who is in power here, they buy the poppies from us. They are only responsible for planting them. More than ten years ago, when Uncle Kun's power was rampant here, he also bought poppies from us.
Now, more than a decade has passed, and Uncle Kun has long been killed. After the rise of the Illuminati and other three forces, they are still buying poppies from these farmers.
Of course, not everyone is willing to grow poppies.
But those who dared to resist either had their hands cut off, their feet broken, or their tongues gouged out and ears chopped off.
The disabled people I saw in the town were all punished for not cooperating with drug cartels in planting poppies.
The drug cartels won't kill these farmers, but they will punish those who disobey them.
The purpose is to intimidate these people so that they can live, but not live a good life.
The Illuminati has a small detachment stationed in Myawa.
The bald man, along with Qin Chuan and Zhao Yun, drove a dilapidated SUV straight out of town.
The two people in the middle will have hoods put on their heads.
Zhao Yun cooperated readily, sticking his head out to put it on.
As a result, he was defeated by Qin Chuan.
"Damn it! What are you doing? Don't you trust us?"
Qin Chuan tossed the hood aside and looked at the bald man: "What's the meaning of wearing a hood? Are you trying to play this fucking movie game with me? Do you think I'm an undercover agent? You son of a bitch!"
Qin Chuan was arrogant and refused to cooperate at all.
The bald man was about to lash out, but he forced himself to hold it in.
Seeing this, Zhao Yun quickly stepped in to smooth things over.
"Young master, this is the rule here. All outsiders must wear hoods when entering the mountain."
Qin Chuan slapped Zhao Yun aside.
"Screw the rules, what are the rules? I'm here to give money to the Illuminati, and you're talking to me about rules? I'm leaving right now, I'm not doing this business anymore."
Qin Chuan, of course, wouldn't get off the bus.
He said that simply because he didn't want to follow their rules.
But Zhao Yun was suffering in his heart.
Don't you know whether you're an undercover agent or not?
They came here and went to fight with them head-on, not only killing a drug dealer, but also disregarding their rules.
Zhao Yun suddenly regretted coming out with Qin Chuan this time. If they were captured on the mainland, they would be sentenced or killed as appropriate, which seemed like a good thing for them.
It's not easy. I'm currently here with Qin Chuan, feeling anxious and worried, and I also have to smooth things over for him.
The bald man had no choice; it was indeed the rule here.
But what can he do if Qin Chuan doesn't comply?
Having no other option, the bald man got out of the car and made a phone call to ask the people in the mountains for instructions on what to do.
A moment later, the bald man got into the car, ignored Qin Chuan, and said directly to the driver, "Drive!"
Zhao Yun...
Are you really drug dealers from the Illuminati? So lacking in principles, not even a little bit steadfast?
Damn it, bad review!
The scenery in the mountains is quite beautiful.
Along the way, Qin Chuan acted like a tourist. Just now in Myawa town, he bought two roast chickens.
"Here, have a taste, it tastes good."
Qin Chuan tore off a chicken's tail and handed it to Zhao Yun.
Zhao Yun...
I fucking want to eat a chicken thigh!
"Thank you, I'm not hungry."
Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan casually tossed the chicken's rear end out of the car window.
"If you don't eat, you'll fall down!"
Zhao Yun...
Do you think I don't want to eat roast chicken? I just don't want to eat chicken butts.
However, there was one thing Zhao Yun really didn't understand about Qin Chuan: he simply couldn't figure out how the other party could remain so calm.
You're an undercover agent!
I'm a member of the underworld.
The cars next to them were all drug dealers, and their group was heading to the Illuminati's hideout.
Aren't you afraid of dying without a burial place?