Definitely, the tunnel is a master hideout of keeping illegal drugs and firearms built inside the bowel of the mountain.
A 5-ton blast doors are protecting its interior against any malicious activity and attack. It could even resist damages when fired with a rocket launcher.
This was probably the reason why Dark Blade was not aware of the existence of Khun Saul when he came to investigate. Something he did not see from the environment.
His ability using his five senses of touch, sight, sound, smell, and taste convinced his personal judgement he was looking at the right place.
Two guards immediately approached them when Han Htoo appeared showing his face.
"Good morning, Sir. Please wear these pass I.D. before you can proceed inside."
"Thank you. Provide another piece for my guest here!"
"Sir, what happened to your face?"
"Ohhh… I tripped at the restaurant terrace while going down." Han Htoo swiftly replied.
After the acknowledgement was generously provided, Remo's reaction was straight forward.
Instantly, he walked towards the guards putting a sudden choke on their necks.
And before they could say anything more, they fall down unconscious to the ground.
At the other side of the corridor, two burly men wearing a fatigue uniform charged forward. They couldn't believe what they just saw.
The eyes of Han Htoo trembled when he saw them cocking their firearms.
"Damn it, damn it, please don't shoot… don't shoot" he shouted.
Remo instantly took out from his waist the blade of Kyaw Myint and dashed out with incomparable speed.
"Swish… swish!"
Silent and swift, the two felt a cold sensation on their necks.
They fall down with wide open eyes and huge blood filled the floors.
Remo took out the gun aimed at the surveillance cameras above the entrance doors and those hanging at the corridors.
"Bang… bang" … bulls' eye!
"Stay behind me! I will shoot you if you run away from me."
Han Htoo who was so terrified and sweating nervously nodded.
"I don't want to die…Yes… yes… I'll follow you!" He started to shiver.
Remo held his shoulders and helped him to walk faster.
"Go and open that door ahead on your left. I need to see if we have secondary exits."
"T... that is a service door for the storages of drugs and firearms. Only two exits here. Up ahead less than a mile and the entrance we came from. The exhaust fans are tight for a man."
Upon reaching the yellow line near the 30-meter curve, the alarm suddenly erupted.
"Trespassers…Trespassers… Alert! … Alert! … Alert!"
A siren immediately sounded throughout the entire tunnel.
Within a few minutes' guardians in fatigue uniforms, rushed outside from the side doors.
All were armed with high-powered guns ready to meet the intruders.
"Move! Move! Move!"…. Klok...Klok...Klok...Klok
Inside the room of Khun Saul, he opened his door and called out the lone stationed bodyguard.
He doesn't need people to watch him once inside the hub.
Knowing the base was strictly safe guarded with warning signs, electronic surveillance, and patrol guards, it has many rooms leading to him.
It would be like looking a needle from a gray stack.
"What is going on here? Why is there a sound coming from the sirens?"
The man in fatigue uniform hurriedly approached him.
"Sir, two persons entered the tunnel through the entrance. Four of our guards were down. The control room briefly captured the video feed before it goes off."
"They recognized one of the men was Mr. Han Htoo. There was a guest behind him!" he replied with a panic expression.
Kung Saul took a deep breath before gritting his teeth.
"Have our men apprehend those bastards! And tell those guards to capture these sons of bitches alive. Bring them to me!"
After Khun Saul instructions, he scrambled into action.
"If they resist arrest, kill them on the spot. Now get lost!" he said hotly but his face projected a worried look.
It was the same expression when he was captured during his early career as a drug trafficker.
This event was characterized as the only failure he met as a dealer.
It was also the only time when his opium trade marked a drop in the cultivation of the poppies at the Golden Triangle.
The massive drug operations were temporarily halted during that period.
Then he remembered his upbringing as a poor boy who was born to a Thailander from Chiang Mai and a Burmese mother.
Due to poverty, her mother became a mistress of a military man that led him to leave Yangon and settled in Mandalay.
At the age of fifteen, his father left their family, too. He returned to 'Chiang Mai' to marry a Thai woman.
As a teenager, he joined a separatist group until reaching the age of thirty-one, he became the leader.
Northern Myanmar became his territory, especially the whole of Mandalay, and the Shan State.
Starting to trade opium in exchange for guns to help the separatist groups, he controlled an estimated 70% of the heroin business that enabled him to finance a large group of soldiers.
One of them was the feared 'Nga Bo Ma' faction.
During his rise to power, he changed his name to Khun Saul, meaning to "kill and die for it!"
He ran a truly professional smuggling operation of heroin for years.
It was said that many drugs from Myanmar Golden Triangle were shipped to the US transporting a large quantity of opium calculated to be at 45% percent.
This was the reason why the United States had secretly put a bounty on his head.
It was not a confidential but official order for the assassins.
He is now over seventy years of age who have a diabetes, high blood pressure and heart diseases.
"Guard, prepare the vehicle for my evacuation. We will leave at the back door."
" And get me 'Nga Bo Ma' from the resistance group to aid my scape reach the airstrip."
"Do it now!" He yelled at the top of his voice. He was not the kind of man to let something like this go.
He is more the kind of man to have you dig your hole and leave you there.