Inside a small room on the transport ship.
Fang Xinwu, Gao Gang, and the others carefully watched the situation in the port town.
Soon, a speedboat appeared in their field of vision.
A child soldier on the boat called out in Burmese, "Looking to dock?"
The old captain, who had spent decades navigating the Mekong, quickly replied, "Yes. We've got a load of diesel. Interested?"
"Green Flag Pier. Someone will come over to talk in a bit." The young leader pointed toward a berth marked with a green flag.
"Thanks." The old captain casually tossed out a small package, which landed precisely on the speedboat's seat. It contained some cigarettes and US dollars.
After they docked,
a middle-aged man wearing a cowboy hat came to discuss buying the diesel with the old captain. In the Golden Triangle, diesel, drugs, weapons, and US dollars were the hard currency.
When gangs bought supplies from outside, they usually paid in gold or US dollars. Some used euros or Hua Yuan, but Myanmar kyat and Thai baht were rarely accepted.
Before long, the man in the cowboy hat seemed to have reached an agreement with the old captain and bought the ship's thirty tons of diesel.
Before leaving, the man in the cowboy hat warned him, "Old Gan, tell your people not to wander around. You'll be responsible for the consequences."
"Heh heh, I know the rules," the old captain replied with a grin.
Fang Xinwu and Gao Gang didn't want to cause trouble, either. They'd come to scout the area and see if they could uncover anything unexpected, not to risk their lives.
Even if they wanted to make a move, the old captain probably wouldn't be willing. He'd already done them a great favor by bringing them into the Golden Triangle.
But