Yangon River, yet another weekend bustling with tourists.
Gu Weijing ran all the way back home with the morning paper from the riverbank.
"Attention!"
Two soldiers, wearing black combat masks and holding M4 assault rifles, stood at attention, their combat boots clashed with a thud.
"Hey, darling, look."
A French couple just off the Mary international cruise ship were startled by the scene.
They looked over to see armed guards standing in front of an old British-style building by the Yangon River. The guards appeared well-trained and highly skilled.
"Mrs. Gu... art shop?"
The blonde French woman with sparkling blue eyes looked at the sign above the shop and curiously read it word by word.
"This art shop actually has guards."
"Perhaps the items inside are valuable. Don't banks have guards too? And... are they really police?"
Her companion, looking at the guards holding rifles equipped with full optical systems, murmured, "So cool."
