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Five or six minutes later.

A new BMW M4 coupe drove into the park recklessly.

No one dared to stop and question me along the way.

The car went straight to the core office building where Bai Ying was located.

Accompanied by a sharp and piercing sound of brakes, the M4 stopped sideways at the door.

A sandbag sentry post was set up here and was also guarded by elite Karen Youth Army.

The car doors on both sides opened immediately, and a middle-aged man wearing a sleeveless shirt, gold-rimmed glasses, and a tiger tattoo on his arm walked out.

Also getting off the bus was a strong man over 1.9 meters tall.

He is not Burmese, and his rough face has a typical Eastern European style.

Wearing a black vest and camouflage military trousers, with a bullet belt wrapped around his chest, and two revolvers of astonishing caliber on his waist.

The trouser legs are slightly bulging, as if there is a dagger strapped to them.

There are also two sets of leather magazine boxes attached to the back, which contain quick loaders for revolvers.

The middle-aged man with glasses came to the sentry point, and the soldiers quickly bowed and saluted.

"Mr. Shen, what can I do for you?"

"Use the walkie-talkie to inform me that I have something urgent to go up to see the young master!"

(Some Burmese words are omitted here)

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Chapter completed!