There was a splash of water, and the two of them emerged from the river at the same time. Yan Yan gasped and looked back.
They swam several times, and they were quite a distance away from the scene of the gunfight on the beach. The surrounding scenery gradually emerged in the light gray morning light, and sporadic gunshots were mixed with the sounds of birds, and they came from a distance.
Yan Yan turned her head and asked in a low voice, "How are you—"
Before he finished speaking, he saw Jiang Ting's face turning blue. In such a cold weather, the breath out of his mouth had lost even a bit of white mist, and slumped into the water.
Yan Yan gritted his teeth and grabbed him, wading into the water and dragging him to the rocky beach.
Jiang Ting didn't choke on water, but his body temperature was extremely low, which was because the continuous snorkeling exhausted his stamina. Yan Xun didn't have time to ask anything. He hugged his upper body in his arms and massaged his heart, neck and arms. He saw that his face soaked in water was ice-white, and his eyes were so black that it was shocking. After a few shivers, he finally regained consciousness after coughing.
"cough cough..."
Jiang Ting pushed Yan Yan away, sat up exhausted, rubbed his face with the palm of his hand, and brushed up all the wet black hair, revealing a smooth, plump and bloodless forehead.
"I know what you want to ask." He said hoarsely, "Can't... can't stay here. Come with me."
He staggered to his feet and walked forward, pushing through the bushes and into the woods by the river bank. Yan Xun followed closely, neither of them said a word. The tense silence lasted for about a meal. Finally, the vision suddenly became clear, and they came to a relatively empty flat ground in the valley.
At this time, the gun battle in the distance was completely inaudible, and it was not known whether Applejack had been hacked, or whether he had called for help and killed the attacker. The dense forest surrounds the mountain stream, and under the roar of the wind, every inch of space is densely covered with unknown murderous intentions.
Jiang Ting finally stumbled to the back of the tree, sat down against the trunk, and asked with a wry smile, "Why are you here?"
Yan Yan stood a few steps away and looked at him quietly, without anger or anger, and said slowly after a while: "I should ask you this question."
"… "
"Why are you here?"
For Yan Yan, he would scold the suspect with rage and scold his subordinates, but that was not the time when he was the most angry. When the anger burns to the top, he will calm down instead, without showing any expression on his face, only let people feel the suffocating deep oppression from the bottom of his heart.
Jiang Ting looked away, fixed on a certain point floating in the air, and suddenly said after a while, "Have you been to that orphanage."
The words are interrogative sentences, but the tone of the statement.
Yan Yan looked down at him from a high position.
"...Anything you want to ask me?"
After Jiang Ting said these words, the surroundings were silent. After a full half a minute, Yan Xun asked softly, word by word, "Will I tell you the truth when I ask you?"
The sky was bright, and the gray and black clouds gradually turned gray. The fog in the valley finally slowly dissipated, and the pale outlines of the winter forests emerged a little in the distance, and then revealed a vast panorama with the light.
The two of them just stood there and sat there without speaking.
It was only a few steps away, but the invisible moat finally showed a hideous face.
"Yan Yan," Jiang Ting raised his head and looked at him, his eyes seemed to be flickering faintly, making it difficult to see clearly. He asked, "Do you still believe me?"
Yan Yan's first reaction was, do you still dare to mention this
A wave of fooled anger instantly hit his heart, but before it erupted, it turned into deep exhaustion. He shook his head and laughed. He didn't know what else to say. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you think?"
It seemed as if something had finally been finalized, Jiang Ting took a deep breath and raised his head, closed his eyes, and heard the concussion echoing in the void for a long time, causing the whole heart to convulse and beat early. He let out a long and thorough breath, and no one saw him using this action to re-dress his calm and indestructible armament with a cowardly soul, and when he opened his eyes again, he had returned to a state as invulnerable as ice:
"It's right not to believe it."
"—I left Jianning because you, Bureau Lu, came to the door while you were away, and asked me to cooperate with him to play a countermeasure, go undercover beside Spade K, and provide information to the police." Before Yan Yan could react, Jiang stopped. Continue to narrate quietly: "But this request is not only extremely dangerous, but also goes against my own interests, so I can't agree to this request, I can only stab him and flee Jianning... Rest assured, Director Lu is not dead. I definitely don't want to experience the speed of investigation and the intensity of the arrest of the director's killing."
Yan Yan was stunned by the successive bombshells, but at least his professional instinct was still there, and he quickly caught the unnaturalness of these words: "... Your own interests?"
Jiang Ting didn't mean to explain at all:
"The valley you are in is called Yuanlong Gorge. After the drug manufacturing industry in Daliangshan was hit several times, it has become one of the largest drug manufacturing bases in the southwest. Since 20 or 30 years ago, due to the climate Due to the changes and the reasons for the national crackdown, Yuanlong Gorge is gradually unsuitable for growing poppies, and the locals have turned to the whole village to smuggle drugs from Myanmar through Yunnan, so they have a very close relationship with some big drug lords on the border, the biggest of which is... " He paused and said, "The father of the King of Spades, 'Grass Flower A', is named Wu Tun."
Wu is not a surname for Burmese people, but a preposition, which usually means that the person is older and has a great status. It can be seen that this big drug lord who was active on the China-Myanmar border in the last century has only one name "Swallow". Character.
"Wu Tun acted in a high-profile manner in his early years, paid attention to pomp and loyalty, and was a fanatical religious believer. He grew up in the United States when he was a teenager, and was completely opposite to his father's personality. After returning, due to power issues within the group, he gradually followed Wu Tun. There was such a big conflict that the father and son turned against each other and almost broke."
"I'm not particularly sure how bad their relationship is, after all, I was in a coma for three years. Based on the current speculation, they should both want to kill each other, and they know each other well; but for the sake of Sharing smuggling channels and protecting the family's interests from being tainted by other drug lords in the Golden Triangle, they haven't completely torn apart their faces for the time being, but secretly killed each other and barely maintained a cooperative relationship on the surface."
Jiang Ting never mentioned these secrets inside the drug cartel.
Yan Yan had a vague premonition of something, but he didn't show it on his face. He only asked, "Do you know where 'Caohua A' Wu Tun is hiding?"
Jiang Ting said, "Yes."
"But you never brought it up to the police."
"Yes."
Both answers were short and affirmative, without even the slightest change in tone.
Standing there, Yan Yun subconsciously raised her hand to touch the cigarette, but then realized that the cigarette case had been soaked with water, and the tobacco had turned into a ooze-like mass. Sure enough, something like nicotine can't provide any substantial spiritual support. Yan Yan rubbed his eyebrows and exhaled, and finally raised his eyes and said firmly: "Don't tell me that you have a good relationship with your adoptive father Wu Tun."
Jiang Zing opened his mouth, but swallowed the words again.
"Yuanlong Gorge basically belongs to Wu Tun's handicap, so Spade K is very afraid of this place. Yongkang Village at the foot of the mountain was trained by him to monitor this place." Jiang Ting replied, "I am here. It was to find someone, and Ginger came to me with the order of the king of spades."
Yan Yan immediately asked, "Who are you looking for, Wu Tun?"
Jiang Ting raised his head and did not answer immediately.
There was gradually a small movement in the forest, and the sound became louder and louder, and it could be heard that there were rows of footsteps approaching here. Soon, a row of figures appeared in the thin morning mist, about eight or nine people, with two or three tied at the front, heading straight for the open space.
"Yue Guangping called Bureau Lu before he died and said that he was sorry for the anti-narcotics police who died in the 1009 bombing, and he was also sorry for me. Before Qin Chuan was arrested, he said that Yue Guangping would not casually disclose information to others, which led to the failure of the operation. The real murderer is me and Yue Guangping himself. If neither of them lied, then I can only think of one possibility... "
Jiang Ting finally stood up from under the tree, looked at the approaching person in front of him that became clearer and clearer, and narrowed his eyes:
"I'm here to verify this possibility, and the answer should be revealed today."
Yan Yan turned his head.
Ajie and his two subordinates tied their hands behind their backs, each with the muzzle of the gun on the back of their head, and were staggered and pushed into the open space. Behind them was the group of people who had just rushed to the river beach to sneak attack. The head was a thin and gray-haired old man, about sixty or seventy years old. He was wearing a traditional Burmese sarong and was respectfully supported by bodyguards in one hand.
Yan Yan's cheeks twitched. At first glance, he thought it was Wu Tun, but then he realized that the old man looked different from the photo on the computer of Bureau Lu.
—Is it a subordinate of "Caohua A"? Or relatives
The next moment Jiang Ting answered his question: "Uncle Bo."
The old man known as "Uncle Bo" glanced at him, stood still, raised his finger to the open space in front of him, and shouted, "Let it go!"
The Burmese subordinates immediately pushed the three prisoners forward and kicked them to the ground.
There are still obvious purple marks left in Apple's throat, and his eyes are full of undisguised fierceness, but his words are quite restrained. Except for a few words that were obviously cursing when he fell to his knees, he didn't say a word. The Burmese subordinates knew Fang Pian J's status and did not dare to relax their vigilance, and immediately someone put a gun on the back of his head.
Jiang Ting stared at this scene lightly and asked, "Why didn't you kill him?"
Ajie's beast-like gaze immediately glanced over.
Jiang Ting turned a blind eye to his cold gaze: "This person is one of the most capable men of the King of Spades. To get rid of him would be to break the right-hand man of the King of Spades. He should not be allowed to continue to live."
"you… "
The old man called Uncle Bo interrupted Ajie hoarsely and pointed to Yan Yan: "If it wasn't for him, we could have left Yuanlong Gorge last night and went to Myanmar to meet Wu Tun. You insisted on saving He, for what?"
These words were so informative that a place in Yan Yan's mind exploded first: he really was going to Burma—
When he looked back at Jiang Ting, he saw that Jiang Ting's face was still very flat, and his expression was even casual, as if the old man's question was not a problem at all: "Because of the one-night husband and wife, I can't see this person die in my life. Right now, what's the problem?"
No one thought that he would give such an answer, the old man was stunned on the spot, and the others should not react, and the atmosphere suddenly became very strange.
Suddenly Ajie sneered: "Uncle Bo, do you believe what he said?"
The old man scolded: "You shut up!"
"I thought you were the old man in front of Caohua A. You should know that Jiang is most famous for telling lies that are more true than real money, right?"
The Burmese man who was holding the back of his head roared angrily, probably telling one of his captives to shut up quickly, but Ajie turned a deaf ear: "This man is Yan Yan, deputy head of the criminal investigation detachment of Jianning City Public Security Bureau, and a dignified third-level police officer. Governor. You think Jiang Ting is willing to go back and continue to be a bull and a horse, but in fact he has already left a retreat with the police. If you don’t believe me, give him a gun now and let him kill this policeman, do you think he will do it?!”
A few Burmese people look at me, I look at you, the old man's expression suddenly changed, looking up and down at Yan Yan.
The situation became very strange, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, which seemed to be triggered at any time. At this moment, Jiang Ting smiled in his nose, which seemed both absurd and emotional: "When will you be able to guess my mind."
Immediately afterwards, he stepped forward on the gray, wet and cold grass, and no one dared to stop him, but he pulled out a Burmese gun and held it in his hand, took a few steps back and stood back to the original place, raising his gun and pointing at Yan. Hyun's temple!
The old man's face twitched, Ajie looked at him in disbelief, and Yan Yan suddenly froze.
But the expression on Jiang Ting's face was completely indifferent:
"Uncle Bo, after that incident three years ago, you can almost all see that I have a grudge with Jin Jie. I think it's better to just do this. You killed Fang Pian J, and my anger is smooth, so I'm not too worried. You care about the life and death of this man, what do you think?"
The old man's bark-like slack cheeks twitched slightly, as if he was weighing something.
"I'm already on the wanted list of the Public Security Bureau, and I don't care about the life of the deputy detachment leader. But we have a cooperative relationship. I can't do whatever you ask me to do, and I will kill whoever you ask me to do. Just kill anyone. This detective named Yan Yan can die, but you have to give me something in exchange." Jiang Ting stared at the old man with his black and white eyes, as if a smile appeared: "How is it, Bo Uncle? Kill Fang Pian J, and we can immediately set off to Myanmar to meet up with Cao Hua A, don't you want to leave quickly?"
"..." Time passed bit by bit, and finally the old man slowly turned to the Burmese man who was supporting him. Without saying a word, he nodded solemnly.
Ajie's face was shocked, and he saw that the Burmese understood. He took out the gun from the lower back, and faced his two men who were tied up with five flowers - bang!
The corpse shot in the eyebrows.
boom!
The second man also fell to the ground.
The blood smeared through the cracked soil in winter, and the Burmese raised their guns at Ajie—
boom! !
The sniper bullet penetrated a distance of hundreds of meters, and the gunshots echoed endlessly. There was a blood hole on the Burmese's head, and the pistol fell to the ground.
Uncle Bo's turbid old eyes suddenly stared, and he saw the Burmese body shake several times, and then "Plop!" The body fell headlong.
There were endless bursts of pines, and the roar of the engine of the off-road vehicle gradually came from all directions in the open space. Uncle Bo suddenly turned his head to look, and saw that more than ten cars appeared around the valley, and they came close in an instant.
Ajie blurted out: "Big brother!"
—K of spades!
The off-road team stopped, and the well-trained bodyguards jumped out of the car one after another and surrounded the open space. Eight or nine of Uncle Bo's subordinates suddenly became the weaker side. The latter group of people went up and pushed them away roughly, and they disarmed in three or two.
The old man was blue-faced but didn't dare to make a sound. He stared at two people who rushed up to help Ajie up, and cut off the rope on his body with a knife; then a few people couldn't help but pull Yan Yan several meters away, vigilantly Stare to keep him from moving.
Jiang Ting seemed to turn a blind eye to everything around him. He stood there with a strange expression, looking forward.
Behind him, a figure got off the off-road vehicle and walked slowly across the grass until it stopped behind him.
"I said that the ultimate winner of this gamble is me, and one day you have to admit defeat, but I didn't expect you to guess the hint Qin Chuan gave so quickly."
The king of spades put one hand on Jiang Ting's shoulder, and said softly with a smile: "I won't cover your eyes this time, don't you want to look back at me, heart Q?"
Yan Yan's pupils instantly tightened—
Jiang Ting's neck bone seemed to be rusted, and after a long time, he turned his head slowly and stared closely at the smiling face behind him.
The king of spades looked at him with gentle eyes, even faintly encouraging.
"...You maggots in the gutter," Jiang Ding said in his ear, "—'rivets'."