I have a magical world

In terms of spatial perception, there are six occupied rooms in the entire fourth floor.

There were about eight or nine people gathered in the largest room.

Most of the others are scattered along the stairs and window sills.

From an interior design perspective, that room is most likely Bai Ying's living room.

After all, this is his "palace". It is located in the core area of ​​KK Park. It is a heavily guarded place. Not far away is Myawaddy Town.

Therefore, enjoyment has become the main design theme here, and security is secondary.

After knowing what was going on, he slowly opened the bathroom door.

We arrived at a dressing room that smelled of strong fragrance.

Continuing to walk outside, he came to the living room with a corner bar.

The floor was covered with soft carpet, so he didn't have to slow down his steps.

There are three doors here, judged by the spatial plan in perception.

Leading to the terrace, the lobby on the fourth floor, and Chen Xuan’s goal——

——Bai Ying's living room.

Every time you enter spatial awareness, you need to consume energy.

As a derived ability of [Flash in the Same Domain], the consumption of perception also depends on the range. Compared with the main [Plug-in] ability, its consumption is negligible, but the convenience it brings is not bad at all.

Chen Xuan leaned behind the bar and observed for a while, but found no sensor light spots unique to real-time monitoring.

Basically ruling out the possibility of a camera here.

At present, this place is still relatively private, and other secrets may be involved.

After all, except for Guabi who has the ability to flash, it is almost impossible for others to sneak in here quietly.

Excluding real-time monitoring facilities, his actions reduce the possibility of being exposed first.

Before capturing Bai Ying, Chen Xuan did not want the situation to deteriorate too quickly.

The fire of chaos in Myawaddy will soon ignite the KK Park.

It's even possible that Mars particles have blown here.

You must know that those killed in the township were cadres from the KK Park!

But Bai Ying is not the kind of manager with a strong sense of responsibility, he is just a warlord and a playboy.

External messages should have a layer-by-layer reporting process.

But no matter what, Chen Xuan has to speed up the progress!

Holding a Beretta M9 pistol, he flipped off the safety with a red dot mark on the side, and quickly arrived in front of the solid wood door decorated with complex patterns.

He reached out with his other hand and twisted the round handle.

"Click..."

The resistance of the door lock suddenly disappeared.

As he expected, the other party was indeed very lax.

Opening the door, bright orange lights filled the room.

Only the size of this room is comparable to that of an ordinary three-bedroom house.

The most eye-catching thing is the big purple bed!

Chen Xuan immediately locked eyes with Bai Ying, who was sleeping soundly among the women.

This guy's face is pale, his eyebrows are rather feminine, and he should be no more than 25 years old.

The facial features look a bit like those of Xia people.

Indirectly confirms Angke's statement.

The messy floor and the gilded decoration formed a sharp contrast.

You can see foreign wine bottles, medicine cans, medical waste, paper balls and other garbage everywhere, as well as some unbearable "toys" and various underwear with almost no covering area.

These people were sleeping deeply, and the air conditioner was blowing cold air.

Today's Myanmar has nothing to do with coolness. The climate is hot and humid.

To be on the safe side, he stood by the door and stared at the young man and activated [Insight].

The golden subtitles appeared in my mind instantly.

[Young male human in mildly drunk and moderately psychedelic state]

[Overview: Partial muscle atrophy, extremely violent personality]

…

Chen Xuan thought about it and dismissed the prompt given by [Insight].

Then he closed the door with his backhand and strode forward with a pistol in hand.

After arriving, he jumped directly onto the soft big bed.

Among them, there was a little Yangma woman who looked like Ulanke and woke up under such movement.

She opened her eyes wide and was about to scream, but Chen Xuan grabbed Bai Ying's neck with quick eyes and hands.

"ah!"

The next moment, screams resounded in the huge bedroom, awakening other women at the same time.

Suddenly, high-pitched cries of various tones came and went.

Without saying a word, Chen Xuan carried Bai Ying out of bed first.

Then he raised his pistol and pointed it at the woman on the bed.

Like a speaker that was out of power, they immediately went into silence.

Bai Ying in his hand was like a dead dog, and he hadn't even woken up yet.

He threw him to the ground with his backhand, picked up a "toy" and whipped it into his face.

…

Outside the living room, the four Karen Youth Army soldiers guarding here heard faint screams.

They looked at each other and smiled, showing an expression that all men would understand.

Then they all shook their heads helplessly, unmoved.

…

"Pop!"

Chen Xuan's strength is no joke.

It left two eye-catching red marks and knocked out one of his teeth.

"Uh-huh..."

"Cough cough cough cough..."

The guy finally woke up and coughed up a mouth full of blood.

When his pupils were almost dilated, Chen Xuan had already stuffed the Beretta M9 into his mouth.

Then, he lowered his voice and said.

"Xia Guoyu, do you understand?"

"Uh-huh!"

Bai Ying stared with bloodshot eyes, holding the barrel of the gun in her mouth and nodding.

"Hehehe, that's good!"

"I have some questions that I need you to answer."

"Don't scream, otherwise you know the consequences."

Chen Xuan slowly drew out his pistol, showed an ugly smile, and glanced at the women on the bed.

His current image is quite vicious, resembling a rebellious militia fanatic.

The women all shrank in fear.

There is no shortage of ruthless people in Myanmar who regard human life as nothing, and Bai Ying's men have many of them.

So Bai Ying knew very well what to do if she fell into the hands of such a person.

…

Five or six minutes later.

A new BMW M4 coupe drove into the park unscrupulously.

No one dared to stop and question him 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.

Sandbag posts were set up here and were 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 two sets of leather magazine boxes attached to his 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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