novelraw Chapter 1738
Chapter 1738
Jun Lin's eyes are black. In that case, not only he will be present, but also one person must be present.
Jun Lin day immediately took out the mobile phone, calm face, dial someone's phone.
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even the wind is the same as it was 21 years ago, with dark clouds and low sky pressure.
The location of wanbeng wharf is located in the Golden Triangle Mekong River. As a wide area, it is the three forks of Myanmar, Laos and Thailand. Whenever there are three forks, whether it is roads, waterways, or the fate of people, it indicates that there are strange and unknown disasters.
It's the same here. The sky is gloomy, dreary and hot, and the river water of the Mekong River is also more turbid than ever before. The Golden Buddha standing at the end of the Qinglai mansion looks down on all living beings with a smile and a compassionate look.
Jun Xiaoyan does restore the scene of 21 years ago. He is the chief director. Naturally, all the props should be on.
He copied the freighter Huaxing, anchored and hovered in the middle of the Mekong River.
In the same way, he also copied the cruise ship "Princess of the Orient" and the freighter "Huaxing".
Around, a few empty fishing boats, in twos and threes, floated on the river.
He didn't bring a soldier. His jungle troops were almost wiped out by his younger brother, Jun Xiaoting's Demu army. The rest of them would be better to demobilize them than to let them become the live targets of the United Intelligence Agency, because --
after today, he can't use them any more. The plan beyond the dawn plan -- [cocoon breaking plan] is being implemented.
No one will know the purpose of his choice.
No one will know where he will flee if the cocoon breaking project succeeds.
Jun Xiaoyan is sitting calmly in the luxurious living room on the top of the princess cruise ship, and his seat is that of nukang.
Maybe this enchanting man has already hated the green military uniform in the jungle, so today, he is dressed formally.
Gao Ding's black suit is decorated with a communist emblem. His shirt and tie are meticulous. His legs are very long. He looks like a politician, but he is holding a browning.
Min Zhuang'er is sitting on the independent sofa beside him. With a haggard look, the tears on his beautiful face are not dry, and he grabs the armrest of the sofa.
Snowball is not here.
Inside the Huaxing.
Min Zhuang'er looked back at the freighter Huaxing from time to time, hoping that he could not fly over and die with his daughter.
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PM：6:00。
"Deng, Deng, Deng --" the sound of shoes stepping on the metal stairs, Jun Xiaoyan alertly pointed the muzzle of the gun at the door.
Nanmuyuan came in casual clothes, with no tie on his suit. He held a black suitcase with the soul of South Burma in it.
Jun Xiaoyan pointed the gun at his chest and motioned him to come.
Nanmuyuan first looks at Zhuang'er and looks at each other. Nanmuyuan's eyes indicate that she should not panic. Everyone will rescue the snowball. Min Zhuang'er nods slightly.
Nanmuyuan inspected the scenes around him with vigilance. What surprised him first was that the cabin was surrounded by pots and pans of potted potted potted orchids, with pale claw shaped flowers, just like a small hand of a wronged soul.
"You can't be alone." Jun Xiaoting is not stupid. The second Mekong massacre is about to happen. It is impossible not to come without the emperor's fearless character.
"It doesn't matter whether you come or not. In any case, in addition to being full of Yulan ghost flowers, you've also installed a lot of gasoline barrels for others to die?" The South evening yuan looks at the arrangement of the king's roaring words around him, and speaks with a deep voice and conveys a message to the outside world.