CHAPTER 1911: CHAPTER 1736: KILLING TRAP

Holding the Precious Jade is a Crime.

Unchanging Through the Ages.

Countless people have made history because of it. In recent years, although the world has been relatively peaceful overall, some areas are still chaotic. We all know the reason, and it has repeatedly proven one truth.

---The one with the big fists is the boss.

Unchanging Through the Ages.

If you don’t have it.

Then recognize a powerful boss.

Seek protection.

That’s all there is to it. The United States has extended the olive branch multiple times, but unfortunately, Ling has never accepted it. Not only did he not accept, he also knocked it back with a cane. Although it didn’t hurt, it was itchy, making the United States unhappy.

In the past two years.

Despite the Myanmar Bank Group making more and more money and the Transcription Fluid dominating the world, the Asia Dollar gaining some reputation abroad, there’s still a tinge of worry deep in Miao Ye’s heart.

Fearing the approach of tigers and wolves.

Here.

The United States.

The European Union.

Those who once plundered the world’s wealth are the tigers and wolves. European countries are somewhat better, wearing the cloak of civilization, and their strength is not as before, but the United States never reasons.

Now in someone else’s territory.

Being so high-profile.

Is a bit too reckless. If the media hype it up, problems could arise. But seeing Ling’s calm expression, Miao Ye just took a breath, suppressed that anxiety, and followed along, sitting beside Ling.

"What are you thinking?"

Ling suddenly spoke.

Startled,

Miao Ye quickly said, "Nothing much."

"Lies."

"Hehe."

Miao Ye gave a dry laugh. Ling’s way of speaking is just that direct. Outside, everyone now knows that he is one of Ling’s confidants, which is why he could rise all the way to his current position.

Towards Ling.

He respects.

Also admires.

Even more in awe.

Because he doesn’t understand.

Not asking further questions, Ling continued to close his eyes, while Miao Ye looked out the window, his eyes full of curiosity. Washington doesn’t seem that special, but on this planet, no one dares to underestimate it.

The buildings are beautifully constructed.

Must have protective capabilities.

Otherwise.

It’s just a castle in the air. He’s never understood why Ling repeatedly refuses to purchase foreign weapons. Ordinary weapons are understandable, as they can be self-made, but what about airplanes, ships, and other heavy equipment?

Not buying any.

Could it be.

It’s a way of spreading his arms, signaling: I’m harmless?

...

At this time.

American media.

"Today, leaders from various countries have arrived in Washington to attend the summit. The Vice President and Secretary of State welcomed them at the airport, expressing the friendliest welcome, and later they met in succession at the White House..."

"..."

"Just now, Myanmar’s leader Ling arrived at the airport. Many don’t know this legendary figure. Allow me to introduce him to everyone. He was born in the eastern part of Myanmar, in a farmer’s family."

"..."

"Since then, after eliminating several leaders, he became the largest force’s leader in the area, establishing his own territory and creating Xin’an Town, vigorously developing industry and commerce, and trading with the outside world."

"..."

"With the support of the former President Lang Cai, he established the Myanmar Economic Zone, and Ling transformed into a deputy head of Myanmar, relying on fruit wine and gold exports to earn a vast fortune."

"..."

"Later, after annexing the Kachin and Shan State regions, the Myanmar Economic Zone expanded several times, occupying one-third of Myanmar’s land and housing one-fifth of the population, ultimately reaching the top in one fell swoop."

"..."

"It can be said that walking the path has been anything but easy, overcoming many opponents."

The topic shifted.

"His achievements can be said to be massive. With the appearance of fruit wine, it ended the world’s fear of addictive substances, putting an end to countless family nightmares, saving hundreds of thousands to millions of lives."

"Merits immeasurable."

"According to statistics, in the years since the appearance of fruit wine, the global contraband industry suffered the harshest blow, and it was lethal. Those initially in the business shifted to other industries."

The topic shifted again.

"In Mexico, after this line of business was ended, numerous members of the underworld forces became unemployed, turning to gambling, illicit activities, usury, and other illegal businesses, with lives much harder than before."

"There are over a million such people globally."

"However, justice will eventually triumph over evil. These people do not deserve sympathy."

"A trend of the times."

"Ling, through action, is changing the world."

"..."

Regarding Ling.

Western media gave him lots of coverage, mostly positive, but the tone seemed slightly off. As the saying goes, too much is just as bad as too little; excessive praise of fruit wine’s contribution to humans was a bit perplexing.

"Continue your performance."

In a hotel.

At the top floor.

Tang Qing watched the crowd moving below, smiling slightly. He hadn’t expected that these guys would be so bold as to want to eliminate Ling, probably seeing the Substitute Plan’s ineffectiveness.

So they resorted to the most direct means.

Such things.

They’ve done it not just once or twice.

In Myanmar.

Ling keeps a low profile.

Assassinating Ling is nearly impossible, with intelligence departments from various countries failing here; there’s no one they can use. The three major assassin organizations were wiped out back then, and no assassin dares to take a job related to Ling.

Thus.

The best timing is to strike when he is abroad.

But.

Ordinary events wouldn’t make Ling leave the country, only such grand events might.

Honestly.

If it were from another angle.

Tang Qing would also do the same.

Killing Ling.

Too many benefits.

Leaderless, they could muddy the waters, foster forces, and take the opportunity to meddle with the Myanmar Bank Group, as long as Ling is dead, then comes a set of combination punches, seizing everything Ling has built up.

These people.

Calculated that Myanmar is weak.

Has money.

But not even an ocean-going ship, let alone air power, which means that even if it’s believed to be them, aside from cursing, they can’t be hurt at all, and it can easily be suppressed.

With Ling dead.

So many people covet the position, at that time, everyone’s attention would be on the new leadership. It can completely be blamed on those who lost their livelihood, the heavily hit drug sellers; it’s not too hard to find scapegoats.

How to say it!

Simple.

Effective.

It’s a good plan.

Unfortunately.

The conspiracy becomes an open scheme.

Destined to be a laughingstock, it’s not urgent to interfere. Fighting with others has its joys; if they want to squeeze the soft persimmon, fine, since they’ve made their move, don’t expect to pull back smoothly.

...

Another hotel.

"What does it mean?"

Miao Ye furrowed his brows.

If they praise, just praise.

But what’s with introducing his life story? Ling’s rise can be said to be glorious, of course, because he didn’t massacre innocents or trigger large-scale wars, ascended in a relatively peaceful manner.

But it could also be seen poorly.

After all.

He did step on some people to get to the top. Instead of talking about so many achievements, they focus on past events, even mentioning Kundun’s imprisonment, giving people the feeling of ’stepping over countless bodies to seize power’.

And also.

Why does it sound so strange?

"Life has become much harder than before."

Damn it.

What’s that got to do with your United States?

Moreover.

Those are a bunch of desperados, are you really going to sympathize? Forget it, Miao Ye shook his head, not bothering to think; what the media reports over here have nothing to do with him, as long as they don’t wantonly slander, it’s fine.