China-Myanmar border.
Outside Guigai Town, in the Gaide Mountains.
Under the scorching sun, an off-road vehicle crossed the mountain road, bumping up and down, and finally stopped at the gate of the monastery under the scorching sun. Several Burmese people jumped out of the car and took out several large cardboard boxes from the back box, which were filled with various kinds of drinking water and tobacco, and carried them skillfully across the courtyard on their shoulders.
The driver came under the yew tree in the front yard and bowed respectfully: "Uncle Wu Tun."
An old monk with a thin torso and a slightly crooked back was wearing a khaki cassock, sitting on a lounge chair in the shade of a tree, breathing clouds of mist, slowly sighed, and pointed to the mountain tops with mountains outside the courtyard wall: "Still still? "
The driver nodded: "still."
Wu Tun was actually not yet seventy years old, but the flesh on both sides of his cheeks was drooping, with deep wrinkles down from the corners of his eyes, and his slightly cataracted eyes were yellow and indistinct, looking like he was in his eighties. Perhaps it was because he fought and killed too much in the Golden Triangle in his early years, and his appearance has changed a lot compared to the average old man, always with some cunning and fierce looks.
"I've also given a check and a greeting, but it's useless." Wu Tun flicked the ashtray and said, "The police in Shan State have never been so difficult to deal with like this time!"
The driver whispered: "It is said that the border guards put a lot of pressure..."
Wu Tun didn't say a word, the fog of opium smoke covered half of his body. The driver waited eagerly for him, and after a long while I saw the old man finally move, got off the bench, stretched, and then pointed to the men who came out of the temple one after another after carrying the things:
"When you ask them to come over next time, you don't have to deliver anything."
The driver was taken aback for a moment, and then he understood: "Understood!"
Wu Tun made a "uh", waved his hand, and the driver with his men carefully backed out.
The yard was quiet again, and there were insects chirping in the green shade. This big drug lord who has been in South Asia for decades put the opium cigarette in his mouth and looked at the distant hill:
"Shan State trash..."
Whether it was the local police or the Burmese military police who were surrounding him, it caused little trouble at best, not the most difficult problem for him. As long as the son of the murderer who burned down three monasteries in a row isn't there, as long as those bastards don't know where he is...
Wu Tun narrowed his old eyes and let out a sneer.
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Jianning.
Yan Yan finally moved his hand away from his face, coughed to suppress his boiling emotions, and he had already pinched two red marks on his eyebrows, "What information?"
Lu Ju said, "Wu Tun's hiding place."
- Wu Tun!
The sound of rushing water came from outside the door. It was Lu Ju's wife washing dishes in the kitchen. In fact, such trivial matters are usually done by hourly workers, but today I used a pressure cooker to make braised pork. My wife couldn't bear to leave a large pot of soup in the sink waiting for the hourly workers to come to the door. Lu Bureau hurriedly followed Yan Yan and escaped in. In the study, his wife had to do it herself angrily.
Hearing the familiar sound of washing dishes, Yan Yan was distraught. He rubbed his nose to hide the sourness in his nasal cavity, and asked, "Jiang Ting said which temple Wu Tun is hiding in?"
"Jiang Ting told me that when he was preparing for Operation 1009, he had reported various developments to Wu Tun in Myanmar through encrypted emails. This is what you explained to the provincial office when you just returned from Yuanlong Gorge. The confession is the same, remember?"
Yan Yan's heart sank slightly: "Remember."
This is what Jiang Ting told him personally in front of the King of Spades in the valley. It is precisely because of this that Operation 1009 has changed from an unfortunately failed anti-drug operation to an unfortunate failure of a drug dealer to eat black.
Yan Xun didn't know how others would evaluate it, but he couldn't deceive his feelings and conscience—this kind of situation was impossible for the dozen or so anti-narcotics police officers who died that year, as well as for the more police officers and their families who were implicated. deceived and beaten.
"According to the data restoration of Jiang Ting's computer and mobile phone, we did find these emails. But one thing Jiang Ting didn't tell you is that a virus program was inserted into some of the emails when they were encrypted. After decryption, the virus will be automatically implanted into the recipient's computer, and as long as Wu Tun replies, the virus can pass through several layers of proxy servers and lock the geographic location of the email."
"..." Yan Yan was stunned: "That is to say..."
"Wu Tun and his direct gang, who have been local wealthy owners in the Golden Triangle for decades, are all old-fashioned drug dealers, and it is easy to be hooked on this new kind of stuff." Bureau Lu saw through Yan Yan's words at a glance. Thinking, he said, "The addresses Wu Tun returned to Jiang Ting were all concentrated in the Gade Mountains near Guigai Town, Myanmar, and these addresses were recorded by Jiang Ting and sent to Yue Guangping."
The breath choked in the throat instantly fell back to the chest with the heart, half of Yan Yan's back was numb, and in a trance, he heard Jiang Ting's narrative mixed in the mountain wind: "Every step of the preparation for Operation 1009 has passed. The encrypted email was reported to Wu Tun, and he also said at the time... Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough!... He expressed his understanding... "
He was coughing so badly that the King of Spades glanced back at him, but at the time no one knew why he had put the stress on the word "representation."
How did he feel when he struggled to get the message across until his most life-threatening, most isolated moments
Has he ever been disappointed with his lover
Yan Yan's lips trembled, unable to speak. Lu Ju blinked his already small eyes and pushed the big tea vat forward: "Would you like to drink some water to calm down?"
"..." Yan Yan waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need it, and asked hoarsely, "That is to say, the temple where Wu Tun is hiding is near Guigai?"
"Guigai is one of the most drug-infested areas in Shan State. Not long ago, a truck from Guigai to Mandalay was randomly found to contain 190 million yuan worth of methamphetamine. This is just a car. This shows how rampant the local drug dealers are." Director Lv shook his head and said, "After learning this precious piece of information, the public security department of our country quickly communicated with the Myanmar side, and the local government is very grateful to us. Since last week, The Myanmar military police and local anti-narcotics police in Shan State have been eyeing a Buddhist temple in the Gade Mountains, and although they have not been arrested for a long time, they are sure that U Tun is hiding there.”
Yan Yan sharply grasped the point: "Are they waiting for an opportunity?"
Bureau Lu said solemnly, "They are waiting for the king of spades."
Although I don't know what the specific motive is, the killing intent of Spade King on Wu Tun is very obvious. People in Wu Tun must have heard about the burning, killing and looting of three temples in Myanmar before. Now that he has Jiang Ting, he will definitely press Wu Tun's hiding place immediately. Even if Jiang Ting deliberately delays the time, it will definitely not last as long as three weeks. Presumably the king of spades has long known about the Gaide Mountains.
So, why is the king of spades delayed
Bureau Lv said: "The best guess is that Wen Shao is concerned about the Burmese police and does not dare to act rashly..."
But the possibility is really too small. If the largest police command center in Myanmar is placed in China, it is almost a county public security bureau. If Han Xiaomei goes to Myanmar at this level, she can properly be a police goddess detective.
"What's the worst guess?" Yan Yan asked.
"Maybe..." Director Lu hesitated for a moment, but swallowed the words "according to the report" before saying, "It's Jiang Ting who is sick."
Yan Yan's eyes changed at that time.
"This is just my guess," Director Lu immediately added: "Gede Mountain is more than 200 kilometers away from the border, and the jungle environment is very complex, so other factors such as terrain are more likely."
"..." Yan Yan glared at him.
"All in all, Wen Shao is bound to attack the temple in the near future. As soon as he appears in person, the Shan State police who have been prepared will immediately attack the temple." Lu Ju patted Yan Yan's shoulder and said earnestly, "I know what you want to do. Let Jiang Ting come back, sigh, we seniors, we don’t know much and don’t want to interfere with your young people’s love, love, and so on… But one thing is beyond doubt, we all hope that Jiang Ting can come back alive and be redressed.”
Yan Yan was silent for a long time. Because of running around all day, his eye sockets were deeply sunk in, which made the brow bone and the bridge of the nose even more isolated, like a hard Jin Ge.
"I see," he said finally, "I trust you."
Bureau Lu nodded solemnly.
It was getting late, Yan Yan got up to say goodbye, Lu Ju, who had been delayed by him for almost an hour of playing chess, waved his hand and told him to get out of the way, and suddenly remembered something: "Hey, wait, this, put your hand in your hand. put this thing down."
Yan Yan bowed his head, holding the silver mobile hard drive in his palm: "Why?"
General Lu Bureau came over and grabbed the hard drive: "Why? You lead me to find the property management company responsible. Procedures are procedures, and you can't leak secrets. What if public security discipline is a joke?"
Yan Yan's brows twitched, her face a little weird.
Bureau Lu took out the envelope and was just about to put the hard drive in when he saw Yan Yan forced a smile and said, "That... Bureau Lu, the contract law stipulates that there must be a cooling-off period for acquiring companies..."
Bureau Lu: "?"
Yan Xun tapped the hard disk with a finger and smiled, "So you will be fooled by the empty city plan." Then he hurriedly got out of the study.
"..." Director Lu was full of question marks, and his eyelids were twitching. Finally, he couldn't help connecting the hard drive to the computer and clicked on the video file.
The next moment, the exciting music played, and the colored lights flashed on the screen. Three animated loli with big heads, big eyes and small body jumped up, and then a line of characters lit up—
Powerpuff Girls, 52 episodes.
Bureau Lu: "..."
A few seconds later, Ju Lu opened the door loudly: "Your surname Yan is a fetal god!!"
Yan Yan immediately ran from the corridor.
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Gaide mountains, vast wild forests.
Hundreds of villages are scattered across this endless mountain range, and most of them rely on logging, animal husbandry, and poppy cultivation. This is the largest drug production and processing site in Shan State. Every household is armed with shotguns. Whenever the local government sends people to encircle and suppress them, the locals will rely on firepower to counterattack. When the government troops withdraw, they will come back and continue to plant yew and poppy fields, repeating the same thing from generation to generation.
Cattle and sheep roamed at the head of the village, dust and sand were raised on the dirt road, and there were large green and green fields on both sides. One of the most common local pickups was parked among the hillsides with a telescope sticking out of the window.
At noon, the smoke from the cooking rose, and the village gradually became empty.
The telescope was finally taken away, and Qin Chuan threw it on the back seat.
"Tell your boss, it's not yet time. The waves of 9:00, 9:30, 10:30, and 11:00 in the morning are not locals. The police have not given up monitoring here."
The two horses in the car looked at each other.
The driver in the driver's seat was always not convinced by him, and opened his mouth in Southwest dialect with a heavy accent: "Why do you say that?"
"I have been a police officer for more than ten years, and no one knows the flaws of plain clothes better than me. The sleeves, buttons, shoelaces and belt buckles are all exposed points." Qin Chuan said lazily: "The clothes and trousers of these people seem to be ordinary. , but the buttons on the back pockets are all the same, it's the same standard, so they're not locals, they're plainclothes police."
The driver was stunned.
"Let's go back," Qin Chuan said flatly in the eyes of the horses who had obviously changed, "the plainclothes turned back when they turned a corner, and they started to have doubts."
·
The truck traversed a rough road with undulating mountains on both sides. After more than half an hour, people finally appeared on the edge of the jungle, which was hidden by the shadows, and the front window of the car suddenly opened.
A small village with only a few dozen households is scattered on the hillside, with tiled and wooden buildings scattered, and off-road motorcades surround the village in the dark green. The truck finally turned off in front of the village. Qin Chuan got out of the car door, squinted his eyes and looked up at the heights. He couldn't help saying "yo":
"A rare guest."
- On the second floor of the wooden building in front of him, Jiang Ting stood by the handrail, looking down at him with a cigarette in one hand.
The deep and shallow green of the mountains in the distance overlapped, and the sound of insects rose and fell, and the wind in the farther place brought the faint sound of waterfalls. Jiang Ting took out the cigarette case, Qin Chuan leaned back on the wooden railings, and lit one of them. He smiled and said, "I haven't smoked one for several months, and I'm about to quit."
"Why?"
Qin Chuan took a long breath in enjoyment, and then said, "Maybe it's because I don't have the same treatment as you, and I dare to touch cigarettes from my pocket in an environment surrounded by all kinds of drugs every day."
Jiang Ting gave him a mocking look, but Qin Chuan didn't even move his eyebrows.
It was the first meeting between the two of them since the night Qin Chuan was arrested from his home. However, even if the mortal enemy met in such a desperate journey, there would inevitably be a strange sympathy for each other.
"How's it going recently?"
"Okay."
"You don't look like a patient who just recovered from pneumonia," Qin Chuan raised his chin to the half cigarette in Jiang Ting's hand.
Jiang Ting said, "You don't look too much like a policeman who has just ended his decade-long career in anti-drugs."
"Tsk," Brother Qin Chuan laughed nicely: "Are each other, right?"
Jiang Ting ignored the vague edge in these words, and Qin Chuan didn't care either. He turned and asked, "Hey—since you're here, doesn't it mean that everything is ready now, and your boss is ready to take action against your boss's father?"
Jiang Ting smoked silently, the shades of the trees covered the sun into a slightly emerald color, which made his complexion even colder. No one could see what he was thinking. After a while, he pointed at the distant hill with a cigarette butt, and asked, "Do you know what I was looking at just now?"
"… "
"Borderline."
Qin Chuan turned his head and looked in the direction he pointed.
"The China-Myanmar border line is 2,184 kilometers long, with 402 border posts and countless checkpoints. However, the extremely complex jungle terrain makes it very convenient to smuggle drugs, jade, and wild animals, and smuggling is even more difficult to contain. Many ferries can cross the border by rowing a small boat. The Chinese were deceived by 'high-paid labor services' to go to Myanmar to pan for gold. He was beaten and shared a small packet of heroin mixed with lime powder with drug friends from various countries in Southeast Asia. Sharing drug needles made them infected with HIV and gave birth to children of Chinese and Burmese blood. When he was a few years old, he fell ill and his whole body festered and died. Both the governments of China and Myanmar provided free AIDS drug treatment, but it was of no use at all. People who did not use drugs in many villages were regarded as heretics and would use adulterated cigarettes, Alcohol, food, etc. pull people into the water. AIDS is flooding the whole village, and it is passed down from generation to generation without end.”
Jiang Ting lowered his head and knocked on the ash, Qin Chuan narrowed his eyes and asked, "Are you familiar with these?"
"Because this situation also exists in the southwest region. Daliangshan, Yuanlong Gorge..." Jiang Ting paused, and after a while he laughed at himself: "... Yongkang Village."
Qin Chuan raised his eyebrows, nodded silently, took the last few puffs of cigarettes, and then turned his hands to put out the cigarette butts on the wooden fence.
"I sympathize with the current situation of Yongkang Village." He stood up and said, "But some things are better not to be forced."
He walked in with his hands in his trouser pockets, when the wooden stairs creaked, and Applejack came up: "What are you talking about, so happy?"
When Qin Chuan turned his head, Jiang Ting still turned his back to them and said nothing.
"Inquire about wages and benefits." Qin Chuan said with a smile, "When will I be able to leave this ghostly place where mosquitoes are amazing."
Ajie's eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly he heard Qin Chuan think of something: "Oh, right." He stepped forward and pulled out a 92-style from the gun holster on Ajie's thigh, and shook it: " It's finally back to its original owner, right?"
"… "
A few steps away, Jiang Ting's hand with a cigarette suddenly stopped lightly, and his pupils shrank.
Qin Chuan pointed the unsecured pistol at Ajie's forehead, and said with a smile, "—crack!" Then he inserted the pistol into his lower back, and walked away with a smile in Ajie's eyes that seemed to be mentally ill.