After marrying an officer, she was spoiled by the group

Chapter 567 Dog bites dog!

After playing for half an hour, he finally reminded them: "Nian Nian, Gua Gua, Lu Lu, Yue Yue, it's getting late. You guys should go back and do your homework and review tomorrow's lessons."

The four of them were very obedient and put away the rubber bands.

After the children returned to their room, she also returned to her room. She had something very important to do tonight. It was a treasure she had been thinking about for a long time, but she had been too busy recently and had no time to do it.

At night, Fu Ling was teleported to a mountain. She had been here before. It was the Denmark Mountain in Myanmar. When she went back, Fu Ling bound the teleportation point here.

The place we are going to this time is No. 108 Mengdan Road, which is another place where Duan Xiong hides his money.

If there wasn't a landmark building there, it would be hard for her to find it. After the system was deployed, Fu Ling began to teleport back and forth in Myanmar. Finally, after the eighth teleportation, she finally arrived at her destination.

It was a large manor with at least several thousand acres of land. It was another private residence of Duan Xiong, and even Duan Tiande didn't know about it.

There was no one inside. Fu Ling walked in with arrogance and found the entrance to the tunnel at the innermost part of the manor. It was an inconspicuous abandoned toilet.

No one could have imagined that he would use the toilet as a cover. There was a passage inside. After finding the mechanism, Fu Ling raised his foot and soon an invisible passage appeared in front of him.

Entering the underground passage, the space was very narrow. Because no one had been there for a long time, the air was not very good, and it was dark inside without a trace of light.

Duan Xiong did not reach the end of the tunnel. This time he was careful and set up a maze. After walking ten steps normally into the tunnel, a hideous painting would appear, and a mechanism would be set up at the evil ghost's fangs.

Fu Ling raised her hand and tapped the mechanism five times. Soon a staircase leading downwards appeared on the right, and she walked down the stairs.

Two-thirds of Duan Xiong's property is here.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Fu Ling took away all of his family fortune. After all, the people were dead and they couldn't use it anyway, so now it was a bargain for her.

"Even though you don't do anything, I'll do more good deeds for you. I'll use the money where it should be used."

As they collected all the items, the entire underground secret room was filled to the brim, and it took a lot of time to collect them all.

This time, there are not only money and jewelry, but also some precious medicinal materials, valuable cloth, famous wines and cigarettes, which are things that cannot be bought even with money.

"Oh, you have quite good taste." Fu Ling said sarcastically.

She complained but her hands never stopped. She became more and more excited as she collected more and more items. There was not a single ordinary item that could be placed here.

When Fu Ling left, the room was completely empty, with only some marks on the ground, proving that something had been placed there before...

Back on the ground, she didn't rush back because she had more important things to do.

By reading historical books and searching Duan Xiong's memory, he learned some information that there are several big bosses in Myanmar who are involved in pimping and organ business. They appear to be clean on the surface, but they do all kinds of evil in private.

It was already a little late to deal with them, and one day's delay meant that many people would be harmed.

This time she was leaving here and didn't know when she would come back, so she decided to do something big before leaving and muddy the waters in Myanmar.

There are several dark forces here that are in opposition, and what she has to do is very simple, which is to let them fight each other.

Inside a warehouse, a deal was being done.

The whole box of black opium was originally another batch of goods ordered by Duan Xiong, but after waiting for so long, no one came to contact him.

This batch of goods found a new buyer, and the transaction happened to be scanned by the system today.

They spoke Burmese. Although Fu Ling didn't understand it, she had a universal system that translated it, so Fu Ling could understand it clearly.

"You should understand the rules of the trade, right? You can inspect the goods first. Once you're sure there's no problem, you can pay for them and receive the goods. That's it."

"Everyone in this business is knowledgeable. Let's inspect the goods first." The leader said and ordered the two brothers beside him to inspect the goods.

They moved very efficiently, opening the boxes row by row and checking them. After about four or five minutes, the two younger brothers returned and signaled to him.

The leader threw the three boxes in front of him to the other party.

"Just order a few things, and we'll take the goods and leave if there's no problem."

He took the money and started counting the money in front of the buyer without any hesitation.

The three boxes were filled with Myanmar currency. They had just finished counting and were about to trade when they suddenly felt heavy in their heads. They realized something was wrong and only had time to say "It's a fraud!" before all six of them fainted on the ground.

Just as the three buyers were puzzled, they fell to the ground one by one.

After dealing with the two groups of people, Fu Ling collected three boxes of money and took away the opium. He stripped off their clothes, leaving only a pair of large shorts, and then tied the six people to a pillar.

Fu Ling took the three buyers to another place, stripped their clothes off, and threw them to the river about 10,000 meters away.

"Done!" Fu Ling clapped his hands, very satisfied with his masterpiece.

When she knocked them out, she deliberately chose the angle so that the seller would faint before the buyer. They would regard this incident as a case of gangs fighting gangs, which would be enough time for them to fight among themselves for a while.

It wasn't over yet. Fu Ling disappeared from the spot and appeared on the roof of a large manor. Looking around, it was endless. This manor was very large, more than twice as big as Duan Xiong's.

There are patrol soldiers everywhere, not only that, but also sentry dogs, which can be said to be inhumane.

The owner of the manor is a pervert. He looks like a decent person on the surface, but he is a vampire in secret. He likes to suck human blood, especially the blood of beautiful women, which is a great tonic for him.

When Fu Ling found him, he was holding a fruit knife and walking towards a young girl who was sitting on a chair with her hands and feet tied and unable to move.

The girl was dressed sexy and charmingly, and I thought it was a romantic encounter, but I never thought that this bastard wanted to give her a blood transfusion.

She was trembling with fear, her head shaking constantly, and something was stuffed in her mouth, so she couldn't make a sound to call for help. She hoped that her tears would awaken the other person's conscience.

Unfortunately, she didn't understand the devil's heart. He would only calm down after drinking fresh blood.

Chelsea was given the information since he was a child that he was a descendant of vampires and that everyone in his family lived by sucking human blood.

As far as he could remember, his father would bring back fresh blood every day, and he would only go to sleep after drinking the blood.

Especially on full-moon nights, he had to immerse himself completely in blood, otherwise his skin would crack and cause him unbearable pain.

These vampires are different from the legendary ones. The legendary vampires have eternal life and can live forever, but they... are short-lived.

No one can break the fifty-year-old curse. In order to break the curse, they keep innovating and looking for ways.

Until Chelsea, he designed the sucking of blood to be quite wasteful, as he said that life should have a sense of ritual.