311: Private hotel

Pan Han took out his tablet and pulled up detailed information on Qingshan.

This guy works in a well-known scam park in the Myanmar Northern Region; his address hasn't been found yet, but based on his rank, he most likely lives in the park as well.

The plane first landed in a city near the Myanmar Northern Region, and then the group settled down nearby.

None of the bodyguards brought guns, but Pan Han had hundreds of rifles and submachine guns, countless bullets, and an unknown number of grenades, RPGs, and bulletproof vests stored in his space.

The bodyguards had some local connections and arranged in advance for a very ordinary small hotel.

There were only a dozen rooms in total, so a group of them staying there was equivalent to booking the entire place.

After the plane landed, the group headed straight for the small hotel.

Upon arrival, Pan Han met the owner in person. He was also a long country currency national, growing up in the same village as the Bodyguard Captain, and now making a living near the Myanmar Northern Region.

The Bodyguard Captain exchanged a few pleasantries with him, and the other party handed a long string of keys to the Captain before leaving.

"Master Cult Leader, now only we are here."

"Is this person reliable?" Pan Han was cautious, extending his divine sense to cover a radius of several miles around the vicinity.

"Master Cult Leader, please rest assured, I am willing to guarantee with my life that he is absolutely reliable," the Bodyguard Captain immediately replied.

"Good. However, from now on, you are to call me Boss, understood?"

"Yes, Boss Sir!"

"Damn it, it's Boss, not Boss Sir!"

"Yes, Boss!"

After giving instructions, Pan Han went to the largest room, while the others were assigned their respective rooms.

Half an hour later, the Bodyguard Captain brought three squad leaders to Pan Han's room for a meeting.

As soon as they entered the room, the four of them were dazzled by rows of guns and ammunition.

This is simply outrageous! When did these get here?

"Boss, where did these guys come from?" The Bodyguard Captain immediately stepped forward to inspect; they were all real guns!

"You don't need to worry about that. I have my ways," Pan Han lit a cigarette and gestured for everyone to sit down and talk.

"I just thought about it. There are a few things to do here; you should write them down."

"Yes, Boss." The Bodyguard Captain immediately took out a pen and paper, and the other three followed suit.

"Minimum objective: eliminate that guy named Qingshan."

"Intermediate objective: rescue some victims."

"Ultimate objective: eradicate the cancer of telecommunications fraud in the Myanmar Northern Region."

After speaking, Pan Han placed Qingshan's information in front of everyone.

"Boss, this person's status is humble; he's not worth your personal attention. A few of us can go," the Bodyguard Captain said.

"You'd best capture him and bring him here. I want him to experience what true hell is like," Pan Han said, a chilling intent soaring, filling the room with an indescribable coldness.

"Yes, Boss, we will immediately formulate a plan," the Bodyguard Captain smiled slightly.

These years on Knight Island, he had been bored to death. He didn't expect his first solo mission after coming out to be a kidnapping.

Finally, he could stretch his muscles and bones; it was too comfortable.

"Alright, you all take your weapons and go out. I want to go for a stroll alone," Pan Han said, then stood up and headed straight for the door.

Having learned from their previous experience, the bodyguards dared not intercept him this time.

If the Boss said alone, then it meant alone; no one dared to follow.

Pan Han walked out of the courtyard and strolled down the street.

He had no specific destination, just walking wherever he ended up.

This was a small town, with a population of over thirty thousand, very quiet, and only about 20 kilometers from the Myanmar Northern Region.

Pan Han walked around and observed the local residents; their personalities were relatively gentle, and their appearances did not seem like those of great villains.

There were hawkers selling along the street, and many children playing everywhere. Occasionally, a few girls in short skirts would appear, all of whom smiled at Pan Han.

"I didn't expect the Myanmar Northern Region to be hell, yet such a nearby small town is so peaceful," Pan Han sighed, realizing that heaven and hell are often just a wall apart.

He arrived at a small restaurant, with a few tables set up by the roadside.

Pan Han sat down directly, took the menu, and gestured to order two small dishes, a portion of rice, and a drink.

He didn't have Myanmar currency on him, so he could only throw out a few long country currency and eagle sauce coins, letting the other party choose.

The waiter chose a 10 eagle sauce coins bill and left with a chuckle.

"This meal costs at most 2 coins, yet he's greedy enough," Pan Han looked at the waiter's retreating back and chuckled.

Although he was fleeced for 8 coins, the food was delicious enough.

Many delicacies can only be truly savored in their local setting.

The same recipe, in a different place, just doesn't taste right.

Pan Han ate while observing the passersby, feeling quite content.

However, he could clearly feel at least five gazes sweeping over him.

He could also hear someone talking on the phone behind him, and some of them were speaking long country currency.

Pan Han understood every word, but when strung together, he didn't know what the other party was saying.

They were likely using code words.

"It seems I've been targeted," Pan Han looked down at himself; he was dressed ordinarily, and the only distinctive feature was his face, a standard long country currency face.

This small town was not a tourist city, so very few long country currency nationals came here.

Therefore, as soon as Pan Han appeared, he attracted the attention of many observant people.

After finishing his meal, Pan Han's forehead was slightly sweaty; the food here was generally spicy, enjoyable while eating, but the kick came afterward.

At this moment, his divine sense sent a notification.

The Bodyguard Captain, with 6 people and two vans, had departed, heading straight for the Myanmar Northern Region.

"They're acting so fast? Not bad," Pan Han nodded with satisfaction.

The town wasn't big, and by the time he finished eating, there wasn't much left to explore, so he turned back to the hotel.

As soon as he reached his room, Ellie sent a message: "Boss, have you arrived in the Myanmar Northern Region?"

"Mm. A small town near the Myanmar Northern Region."

"I'll go accompany you right away."

"No need, you do what you need to do."

"But, I should stay by your side."

"No need, it might be useful for you to stay in the country."

"Oh, I understand. Then, Boss, please be sure to pay attention to your safety."

"Don't worry, two teams of people are protecting me." The other team he mentioned was naturally sent by the Committee.

"Boss, actually, Ouyang Cong also sent a team, and they should arrive tonight," Ellie hesitated but still spoke.

Clearly, Ouyang Cong had instructed her not to reveal it.

"Why did he send people? Does he think it's not lively enough here?" Pan Han frowned. He had originally just wanted to come over and scout the area first.

He didn't expect the scale to grow larger and larger. Was he going to go to war with the Myanmar Northern Region warlords?

Hearing Pan Han say this, Ellie dared not speak again. Pan Han didn't blame her and told her to get busy.

Just after he finished speaking, the Bodyguard Captain sent another message: "Boss, we'll act tonight. The person will definitely be brought."

"Understood."

After replying to the message, Pan Han got up and went to a room, looked around, and found that the window was a bit drafty.

So he sent someone to reinforce the window, pasted newspaper over the glass, replaced it with a large light bulb, removed the bed, leaving only a few chairs.

"Little Qingshan, tonight we'll go through the whole process," Pan Han said with a playful tone.