Myanmar border.
On the top floor of a five-star hotel, the mirrored elevator door dinged open. Applejack strode out, walked through the thick carpeted corridor, and came to the door of a guarded suite at the end, and his men immediately opened the door respectfully for him.
Several Burmese people were sitting in the study and talking in a low voice. Seeing that the business was negotiated, the faces of the big bosses were full of joy. The two suitcases were opened and laid flat on the ground. The two large bags of gold wrapped in black cloth were dazzlingly yellow. The king of spades beckoned to call a bodyguard and whispered, "Put them away."
The bodyguard stepped forward in response, just at this moment Ajie walked in quickly: "Big brother!"
"Ok?"
When the Burmese saw him coming in, they couldn't help but whisper, obviously they all knew such a ruthless character. But Applejack ignored the locals. He leaned over the K of Spades' ears and whispered for a few minutes. The K of Spades raised his eyebrows, "Oh? Did he really say that?"
"The news was sent back by our people from Jianning, and the monitor was put on. That's what they said." Ajie took a breath, his eyebrows were mixed with unwilling resentment and fierce eagerness to try, and his back molars gritted for a long time. Then he said, "Then Jiang Ting is really... a ruthless person."
The king of spades glanced at him.
Applejack quickly asked, "What should we do now, big brother?"
The king of spades tore a note and wrote down an address, which Applejack hurriedly took over.
"The old man used to have a handicap on this mountainside. One of the largest sales in the southwest is the Yuanlong Gorge behind it. Half a year ago, I had people pegged at a few nearby villages. You can take people there in person. , remember it for me, no matter what happens, even if you tear your face with the old man," Spade K said slowly in Applejack's bright eyes: "You know what to do."
Ajay turned around and left.
"return!"
Applejack suddenly stopped and turned around, only to see the K of spades with a half-smiling smile, and clicked the note in the air:
"Young people, remember the lessons from the past, don't be so frustrating. Do you understand?"
Applejack scratched his short, hedgehog-like hair, smiled, and hurried out.
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"Hey, I said, are you alright?"
Qi Sihao was sitting in the bumpy and broken car, almost regretting that he devoured three big buns in the orphanage. The rugged mountain road almost forced him to spit out all the contents in his stomach. He kept his mouth shut all the way to contend with the tumbling esophagus, but when it was getting dark, he finally couldn't help it, and tried his best to calmly ask the driver's seat his question.
Yan Yan's profile didn't show any difference, but from the brow bone to the bridge of the nose, and even the corners of the drooping lips, it was like a whole piece of black rock carved out by a sharp knife, exuding a stern and gloomy aura.
Qi Sihao looked at him secretly, and now he really regretted not just sleeping in the welfare home for one night like the driver sent by the county government.
"No, Team Yan, it's really going to get dark this day. With the road conditions, it's definitely impossible to make it back to Tongshan County at night. It's too dangerous to drive all night. Why don't we go back to Yongkang Village for a night and talk about it tomorrow, eh?"
Qi Sihao was really hard-hearted. He only heard the roar of the wheels driving across the ground, but Yan Xun said nothing.
After a long while suddenly: "Thorn-"
With one foot on the brake pedal, the wheel almost slipped, and Qi Sihao was caught off guard from leaning forward and was almost spit out by the seat belt.
Yan Yan didn't even look at him, he turned the car around and drove towards the village he had already driven.
Yongkang Village is located at the foot of the mountain, which is extremely remote and far from Tongshan County, but unexpectedly, the economic development is OK, and every household has built a cement house. There are probably very few outsiders here. Yan Yan and their broken car attracted onlookers as soon as they entered the village, and there were ignorant children who followed behind with their snot and snot, curiously probing their brains.
Yan Yan carried the county government's documents on poverty alleviation projects. After greeting the village committee, she was personally arranged by the village chief to live in the only guest house at the head of the village.
Although the conditions are simple, but at least there is a hard bed to sleep in.
Qi Sihao has been pampered for the past few years, and he is not quite used to this simple environment. After washing hastily, he sleeps together. Yan Yan ate slowly, put on his coat and left the guest house, sitting in the yard with a heavy heart and lighting a cigarette.
It was dark in the countryside, and if there were no stars and no moon, there would be no light at all. In particular, Yongkang Village is backed by the vast mountains and forests. The wind blows and the wild animals growl. Other than that, no one makes a sound. People who are used to living in the city can't imagine how far they can reach at night without seeing their five fingers.
Yan Yan was wearing a windbreaker, sitting on the stone steps of the dilapidated yard.
"... I had no guardians at the time and lived alone in an old-fashioned bungalow next to the school... "
"When I had the ability to investigate my own files through various means, I found out that the so-called 'adopters' did not actually exist..."
That night, Jiang Ting's narration, accompanied by the sound of the river, resounded in Yan Yan's ears again, but this time he finally heard the irony and self-mockery that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.
Maybe Jiang Ting didn't lie, what he said was the truth.
- It's just the part that he didn't say, but it can subvert all hypocritical appearances.
The so-called adopter does not exist, because as a Myanmar drug dealer, it is impossible for "Caohua A" to register for adoption through real information. Jiang Ting knows this very well when he grows up. That is to say, when Jiang Ting showed that he didn't know anything about his past experience, he actually knew very well how intricately connected he had with the drug cartel over the years.
So, is he really a "slippery" OUHK
Is it really a coincidence that he has become the most potential police star in the anti-drug mouth in the southwest region all the way
It is impossible for fate to set up so many misunderstandings when a person is completely ignorant, unless the person takes every step according to the rhythm that has already been arranged, but there is no clue on the surface.
And the turning point of Jiang Ting's fate - the 1009 bombing three years ago, was it really betrayed by the police insider? Or a well-prepared script
For the first time in her life, a shudder suddenly rose in Yan Yan's heart.
"It's not because I'm afraid that you will get involved in this muddy water, Yan Yan, but because I don't believe you—"
If a person cannot entrust his trust after experiencing several life and death together, then eliminating all the dramas of the Arabian Nights, there is only one possibility left in the end:
He knew he couldn't afford the same amount of trust.
Something suddenly flashed in the dark night in the distance, Yan Yan raised his head subconsciously, only to see faint spots of light swaying on the mountainside a few kilometers away, like rows of car lights.
In such a dangerous place, there are still people driving at night, either because the driving skills are good, or they are really desperate.
He exhaled, his temples throbbing and throbbing, and he was not in the mood to think about anything else, so he put out the cigarette butt and threw it by the grass, got up and walked back to the guest house.
I didn't look carefully when I was staying in the evening, but this time I saw the two sons of the owner of the hostel have recruited several young people of the same age, sitting in the hall and playing games. When Yan Xun passed by, they smelled the smell of cigarettes and came up to ask for cigarettes. Yan Xun felt a little surprised, but he threw half a pack of cigarettes and went upstairs.
The thin walls and door panels couldn't stop Qi Sihao's snoring.
There are so many young men in their twenties in this village who are idle at home and not going to the city to work
A little doubt flashed in his heart, feeling that this was not in line with the current situation of the village he usually saw, but then he thought that maybe the degree of agriculturalization in this village was high, so he didn't think about it carefully, and directly pushed the door into the house.
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The temperature in the mountains is extremely low at night, and the tap water is even colder. Yan Xuan washed his face hastily with the water pipe, and sat by the bed with his clothes on, holding his mobile phone. The long whistle of the north wind came from behind the window, and the cold wind hissed from the window lattice.
The moonlight finally showed a corner from the dark clouds, passed through the frosted glass of the shabby room, and reflected on half of Yan Yan's face, reflecting his complexion blue and white.
He looked at the three words "Consultant Lu" in the mobile phone address book, and the light in his eyes was terrifying.
The next door Qi Sihao's snoring stopped, he probably turned over, the bed board creaked, and then the snoring sounded again.
Yan Yan took a deep breath, and slowly stretched his thumb to the dial button, and at this moment he stopped slightly.
I don't know when a roar sounded in the distance, and the movement started to be very slight, and it quickly went from far to near, especially clear in the silent night of the mountain forest, and followed the mountain road to the head of the village in a blink of an eye.
- It turned out to be the engine of several cars.
Yan Yan forcibly pressed down his chaotic thoughts, leaned his upper body back, and approached the window sill where how much dust had accumulated, squinting his eyes and looking out. The night was dark and heavy, and it was so far away that it was impossible to see anything at all; after a while, I saw the end of the only winding dirt road in the village, and suddenly several big headlights flashed at the same time!
Yan Yan's eyes were stabbed by the high beam, and he turned away immediately.
For a moment, the engine roared loudly, and the eardrums hummed together. Hundreds of dogs barked near the village, barking all over the place, and scattered lights lit up in the distance, and people from the village pushed the door and scolded them; it took a few minutes before the movement subsided a little, and the cars turned off one after another. Taking advantage of the brief commotion, he pushed open the rusted window and looked out from the gap.
The lights of the village committee next door came on, and there were quite a few good off-road vehicles parked on the dirt road in front of the door. Many figures got out of the car door and walked back and forth. Yan Xun roughly counted them out of professional habits, but there were no less than ten people.
… What are you doing in the middle of the night
He didn't make a sound, and continued to peek at the gap in the window. I saw that the group of people seemed to be very familiar with the local area and were very open. They talked, yelled, chatted, laughed, and walked around. The noise came at night, but I couldn't hear the accent of the place. After about another cigarette, the movement of the dozen or so people subsided, and they formed a group towards the guest house.
The dark clouds gathered and dispersed silently, and the pale moonlight cast on the bluestone road, reflecting the figures of the two or three people in the lead.
And behind him, all in black, with one hand in his pocket, smoking a cigarette and saying nothing is—
Yan Yan's eyes suddenly changed.
It's Ajay!
If it was anyone else, their brains must have exploded at that time. Yan Yan's first reaction was: Fuck me!
Then he reacted like lightning, these people are coming for him!
The documents he submitted through his family's poverty alleviation project went all the way from the provincial party committee to the county seat, and then drove hundreds of kilometers to the orphanage with great fanfare. He dug out the image data from more than 20 years ago to investigate how many people passed through the process. , How many ears and eyes, it is simply impossible to count. As long as the K of Spades deliberately inquires a little, this matter will never be hidden, and it is reasonable to follow the vine to find out.
But why did it come so quickly and how is it possible? !
Yan Yan didn't have time to think about it. He quickly got up and put on his clothes, grabbed the car keys, opened the door and rushed to the next door, banging the door a few times: "Old Qi! Wake up!"
Inside the door, Qi Sihao snored loudly, showing no sign of waking up.
Yan Yan said in her heart that I would fuck your ancestors, and there was no time to hesitate now, so she grabbed the doorknob with both hands and resisted it with one foot. The posture was at the textbook level of the police academy, only to hear a dull click, the door latch was cracked by the pressure, and then he pushed the door and broke in!
"Varied-"
Qi Sihao finally woke up, and before he could say half a word in a daze, Juli pressed his mouth on his mouth, and almost got angry: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu?!"
Yan Yan pressed his index finger to his lips, which was an extremely stern silence, and then released his hand under Qi Sihao's terrified gaze.
"You are..."
"Shut up and follow me." Yan Yan lowered her voice, and every word that followed made Qi Sihao's heart skip a beat: "Here comes the king of spades."
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"These two days? No strangers have passed by in the past two days, and no cars have come over halfway up the mountain. Every household in our place sells goods very well... "
The door of the guest house opened, and the village chief nodded and bowed to invite the group of people in, and the boss's family greeted them uneasily. Applejack's feet in hard-soled ankle boots crossed the threshold. As soon as he entered the house, he sniffed and said casually, "It smells like smoke."
The boss's son put down his cell phone early, took out the cigarette case, and saluted a cigarette with a smile.
"I said earlier that there is a fixed amount of goods each year. Big brother said that there are so many. You are willing to sell them together or not. Several roads in the southwest area have been cut off. Fortunately, you are surrounded by mountains... yo," Ajie took the cigarette and took two puffs, keenly aware of something, and raised his eyelids: "—Everyone in your village is smoking. Soft China? Too much oil and water?"
The village chief was heartbroken by his meaningful tone. Just as he was about to defend himself, the young man who respected cigarettes interjected: "No, no, how dare we play tricks? This cigarette is given by the people who lodged in Jin'er County!"
There are always many tricks in the shipping channel. Ajie was just casually scare the house, but when he heard the word county, his expression changed immediately: "Someone?"
He turned to the village chief, frowned and said, "When I asked you just now, didn't you say that no strangers have entered the village for the past two days?"
"Yes, yes, not a stranger, he is the leader of the poverty alleviation project in the county, and he also has a secretary." The village chief immediately explained: "It seems that he is very young and has no style. He just stayed for one night and it will be bright tomorrow. Just leave, it's alright!"
young
There seemed to be a sudden chill in the atmosphere, Ajie narrowed his eyes and stared at the village chief suspiciously: "...what does it look like?"
Ajie's face itself has a bit of a Southeast Asian appearance, and he may have been on the road for a long time, giving a cold and fierce feeling between his eyebrows. The village chief was so fixedly locked by his eyes that cold sweat oozes out from his back, and he hurriedly gestured: "Probably... Probably this tall, especially tall. He is in his thirties, and he looks quite tough..."
Ajay exhaled silently.
Not to mention his appearance is "tough", it is impossible for Jiang Ting to be this height.
"The secretary is quite old and wears leather shoes with a straight stomach... Oh yes, the car they drive is still parked in the yard! Look!"
This description of the appearance dispelled Ajie's last doubts, but out of caution, he followed the village chief out of the gate, and saw a Wuling Hongguang parked next to the kitchen outside the yard. Yeah, the tires are all splashed with mud on the body.
The village chief stood by the side, rubbing his hands uneasily, Ajie turned on his flashlight and glanced at the old cab.
Obviously nothing, but his eyelids suddenly began to twitch gently.
It just so happened that Jiang Ting left Jianning here, and the county leader came over there
He stood there without saying a word, no one dared to move around him, and he could only hear the wind whistling from halfway up the mountain for a while. After about a few minutes, Applejack finally moved and turned around solemnly: "Have someone to..."
click.
It was actually just a very slight sound, but it was slightly obvious in the silence, and Applejack raised his head instantly:
"who?"
No one noticed except him, and the air froze for a while. Under the watchful eyes of the public, Ajie was holding the gun in his lower back, like a beast smelling the scent in the dark night, and hurried forward gently—