I have ten trillion licking dog gold

The dust has settled.

The generals left, each with their own thoughts.

Lord Jin only kept Mu Lun.

Sometimes not fighting is fighting.

When luck comes, you don’t need to do anything yourself, just wait for your opponent to make a mistake.

Wei Yi became the target of conquest. With his left arm severed, the remaining right arm naturally became more important.

"What do you think the odds are?"

Master Jin asked without seeing any clues.

"What do you mean, General?"

Mu Lun didn't know whether he was playing dumb or just didn't react.

"Can Baturu bring Wei Yi back?" Lord Jin added further.

"Since the general has chosen him, he must know everything about him." Mu Lun answered, still without leaving any holes.

"He is also a man of courage and strategy. His previous defeat to Wei Yi was only due to the current situation and had nothing to do with his ability."

Forget the old love so quickly.

But it is not purely to belittle the predecessor. It is a major military issue, and of course it is impossible to entrust an important task to any loser who just comes out and recommends himself.

Those who can become brigade commanders are not lazy.

"So what is the General still worried about?"

The two looked at each other, and Master Jin said slowly: "Wei Yi is still Wei Yi after all. I know that he is gradually becoming dissatisfied with me, but I didn't expect him to be so...resolute."

White moonlight is still white moonlight.

In fact, they are just like a couple before divorce, they are already physically together but spiritually apart, the only difference is who will propose to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau first.

In order to avoid having his family property divided, Master Jin was also making plans and had informed the "lawyer" Mu Lun. However, he didn't know that the other party would turn against him and take away all the gold, silver and jewelry from the house without leaving any room for him.

The house certainly can't be moved, but there are thousands of people.

It still hurts a little bit.

Besides, this scandal is known to everyone, and what's more important is that it's embarrassing.

"General, you have already made all the necessary preparations. No reform is without bloodshed. Even if he is Wei Yi, he is surrounded by us, isolated and helpless. His story should come to an end."

There is a reason why it has been able to compete with Wei Yi.

With regard to this kind of conversation, how many people in the entire Allied Forces can reach the same level?

"What do you think should be done with him?"

Lord Jin asked, his mood unremarkable, "Anyway, he has made great contributions to our allied forces."

"Past achievements are not a reason for him to be arrogant. Merits must be rewarded and mistakes must be punished. This is the military rule he established."

Lord Jin nodded silently, obviously satisfied with the answer, but he still didn't let Mu Lun off easily, and continued to ask: "If Wei Yi admits his mistakes with a good attitude. I am still willing to consider giving him a chance. Do you have any objection?"

Although he seemed to be open to suggestions and respected the attitudes of his subordinates, Mu Lun knew the danger hidden in this issue.

The thing that those in power can least tolerate is betrayal.

  Do you really think the couple is separating?

No matter how it ends, people will definitely die, and a lot of people will die.

If you really believe it and start making comments at this time, you will be suspected, so Mu Lun quickly said: "I unconditionally support any decision made by the general."

Master Jin nodded silently.

no doubt.

So far, Mullen's performance has been perfect and impeccable, and he is very satisfied.

One leg is already broken, no, it ran away on its own, and it would be really disheartening if something happened to the other one.

Fortunately, he had made preparations long ago and allowed the two sides to check and balance each other.

Ok.

This is the imperial mentality passed down from the East.

"Have you read the book on military strategy that I gave you?"

Master Jin suddenly said.

“It’s not too late yet.”

"No matter how busy you are, starting today, you must set aside a certain amount of time every day to read the Art of War, even if it's only half an hour."

It seems that Mu Lun has successfully passed the assessment at a special juncture. The only shortcoming in the boss's mind is his lack of military talent.

"Starting today, I will definitely set aside an hour every day." Mu Lun said immediately.

Master Jin smiled.

A phone call came in.

"Okay, go ahead and get busy. Supplying 10,000 people is not easy, so don't be careless."

"Subordinates retire."

Master Jin was not in a hurry to answer the phone. He watched Mu Lun walk out of the hall before looking away.

The phone stopped ringing.

Master Jin took out his cell phone and called back.

"Am I disturbing General Jin?"

"Is something wrong?"

Master Jin's tone was not cold, but it was not enthusiastic either.

"Nothing, I just heard that the allied forces had some troubles, is it a big problem?"

This is caring.

Or gloating?

"Thank you for your concern. It's just a small problem that will be solved quickly."

"It's good that General Jin has such confidence. The Burmese government is still worried that it will affect the peace talks."

“If the government doesn’t mind, there’s no harm in signing the contract now.”

Lord Jin retreated in order to advance.

as predicted.

How could the other party agree?

"The general is busy with important matters. It is better not to distract him at this critical moment. He will have plenty of time to deal with his household affairs."

Are you here to chat with him?

Lord Jin sneered secretly, but there was no way he would fall out with them.

No one can go against the income of more than a billion dollars a year.

Moreover, his unlimited food coupons had expired.

of course.

It's his own choice.

But life cannot be perfect, everything cannot be achieved as planned, and everything cannot be as planned. You always need to make choices.

"I will solve the problems on my side as quickly as possible. Please don't worry, the great cause of peaceful co-construction will not be affected in any way."

"General Jin will never let us down."

The other party appreciated it, and then changed the subject: "General, if you don't mind, I can come up with an idea that can save time and cost to the greatest extent."

Master Jin's face was cold, but his tone did not reveal any clues. He did not bluntly reject the other party's kindness, "Please speak."

"Does the general have a map with him now?"

Master Jin's eyes fell on the sand table with flags in the middle of the hall, "Yes."

"General, just look at the map and it will be clear. Look at the location of the problem now to see if it forms a circle, and then look at what is in the middle of the circle."

Master Jin had no expression on his face.

On the sand table.

The flags did form a circle.

The focus in the center of the circle is so eye-catching that there is no need for the other party to remind them.

"I don't know if the general has ever heard a saying in Shenzhou, which goes: Shoot the horse first when shooting a man, and capture the leader first when capturing a thief. You just need to find out what they are protecting, and that is their weak point and fatal flaw. As long as you hit the weak point, all problems will be solved, and no matter how big the trouble is, it will disappear by itself." Lord Jin's eyes fell on the inconspicuous small town in the center of the flag encirclement, and the sneer on the corner of his mouth could no longer be suppressed.

"That's a really good idea."

He sneered, "Why not help them to the end? Isn't decapitation your forte?"

Lost my composure.

It was indeed a loss of composure.

This is definitely not the tone you should use to talk to a financial sponsor, even if the financial sponsor hasn't paid the bill yet.

"It seems that the general has misunderstood us. We always do things according to reason."

There is a reason to follow.

A very cold joke.

But Master Jin did not debate.

Meaningless.

It is enough for him to remember how the Wei family's Pingli electronic fraud park was destroyed.

Is it Wei Yi’s credit?

No.

  This is just an appearance!

The destruction of Pingli Park and the subsequent decline of the Wei family had nothing to do with Wei Yi, or even with his allies. The deepest essence was that the mad Wei family killed someone who shouldn't have been killed in Pingli Park!

A lesson from the past, a teacher of the future.

As a witness and an eyewitness, Lord Jin certainly would not repeat the mistakes of the Wei family.

"Thank you for your suggestion. But people have different abilities. This action may be easy for you, but it is too difficult for me."

"We understand the general's difficulties. We can give the general further support in terms of the amount of military expenditure."

He began to offer bribes.

Although money is a good thing, it makes people rush to it and get hurt.

But not all money can be taken.

Master Jin remained indifferent and didn't even try to raise the price.

No matter how much money you have, you must first have the happiness to enjoy it.

"You have a reason for doing things, and I, Master Jin, also have principles to follow, which is to have a clear conscience."

Hearing this, the other party understood what he meant and stopped forcing him to do anything. "Okay, then I won't bother you anymore. I hope you can solve your troubles and get out of this predicament as soon as possible."

Mr. Jin hung up the phone without saying a word.

On the other end of the phone.

The person on the phone did not regret not having succeeded in bewitching or convincing Master Jin. After ending the call with Master Jin, he dialed another number.

"Mr. H. Master Jin refused."

Mr. H stood outside a glass wall, holding a mobile phone in one hand.

In the ward.

Doctors in white coats and wearing masks were busy surrounding a bed, holding various tools, seemingly performing a major operation.

Mr. H was not surprised to hear this result. He said calmly, "Ambition, courage, and boldness, this Jin master has them all, but at the same time, he doesn't have much of them. He is a typical opportunist who forgets his principles when he sees profit, but at the same time, he will always leave room for himself. It is unlikely that he will go all out."

"Then what to do next?"

Mr. H looked at the progress of the operation in the glass and said calmly, "Don't do anything. Wait for the initial results of the internal strife of the Allied Forces. Maybe the Allied Forces can extinguish the spark in a flash."

"I think it's unlikely. Wei Yi has certain military capabilities and is well-known in Myanmar. Moreover, he now has several thousand soldiers. It is not realistic for Lord Jin to take him down in one go."

"He has thousands of soldiers, while Lord Jin has tens of thousands. There is no war in Myanmar, it's just a bunch of bandits fighting each other. The reason why Wei Yi has such a big reputation is just because he is lucky and smarter than others."

Mr. H's words were full of disdain, or perhaps deep-rooted arrogance.

Not only the four major families, it is obvious that he does not take the entire Myanmar seriously.

Also.

To a civilized and developed society, Myanmar is just an uncivilized mountain valley, and the so-called warlord forces and even the regular army are just monkeys in the mountains.

  What does it mean when a monkey beats another monkey?

Still a monkey.

"Besides, the weapons and equipment of the allied forces are quite advanced. A group of monkeys holding advanced weapons can be a headache. Haha, Master Jin should thank Mr. Jiang for this."

Mr. H raised his lips meaningfully, "I wonder what Mr. Jiang is feeling at this moment."

"The monkey owner was amused by the monkey."

The subordinate also laughed, and then asked, "Mr. H means that we should wait and see what happens?"

"Ah."

Mr. H said calmly, "It has nothing to do with us in the first place. There is no need to get involved. Let them handle their own affairs first."

"Let the bullets fly for a while."

The subordinate took over.

Mr. H smiled and said, "Follow the progress of the battle and see what these monkeys are capable of."

"Yes."

Mr. H put down his phone, and just then, the operation inside the glass wall was finished.

A bloody heart was taken out from the body of the person on the hospital bed, held in a white coat, and carefully placed in an insulated medical box, which was then immediately closed.

The electrocardiogram beside the bed has returned to zero and turned into a straight line.

The doctors in white coats turned a blind eye to this, as if the operation was over and no longer cared about the person on the bed.

Also.

Not all surgeries are successful.

There is always a chance of failure.

There are thousands of people who cannot get off the operating table.

The ward door opens.

A man in a white coat carrying a medical kit walked up to Mr. H.

Mr. H nodded.

The man in the white coat turned around with the medical box and left quickly.

Outside on the deck, all that could be heard was the rumbling of propellers as the waiting helicopter started its engine in due time.

Everything runs flawlessly like a precision machine.

Mr. H strolled leisurely along the corridor to the end, then went down the stairs and came to a ward.

Although there was a bed, the young man in the ward huddled in the corner, as if he could not bear the cold. He hugged his shoulders and shivered uncontrollably.

Being able to get out of bed on his own showed that his health had improved, but looking at his appearance, the situation did not look optimistic.

More than just cold.

He seemed to be very itchy, and suddenly he started to scratch his body wildly, with his expression becoming distorted and hideous.

And what’s even more terrifying is yet to come.

Finding that scratching didn't stop the itch, he actually started banging his head against the wall. He wasn't pretending to be crazy, but with a few "bangs", his forehead was scratched and blood was oozing out. It was obvious that he was really using a lot of force.

The next floor up is the operating room.

Could it be that this floor has become a psychiatric department?

"what……"

The young man who had managed to escape death was still bumping against the wall. The blood on his forehead was getting thicker and thicker. If he continued like this, he would either die outright or suffer a concussion.

The medical staff was finally alarmed, but they were not in a hurry. When they saw Mr. H outside, they bowed and saluted, then pushed the door and walked into the ward.

Two male nurses held the young man's arms on both sides to prevent him from continuing to hurt himself, but the mad young man refused to give in and struggled hard, even worse than before when he could only lie dead on the bed.

There was no other way, the masked doctor could only take out an injection from his pocket and inject it into his shoulder.

The young man quickly softened, only his body was still twitching unconsciously.

The male nurse put him back on the bed.

outside the ward.

Mr. H, who witnessed everything, looked calm as if nothing had happened, and turned away. (End of this chapter)