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Under the bustling neon lights, the traffic was dodging one after another, and the ambulance was escorted by the red and blue police lights, and then stopped abruptly with a sharp friction sound. The open space in front of the emergency building instantly turned into a frying pan. Dozens of police officers roared and rushed out of the car. Well-trained medical staff rushed forward with an emergency bed and put on a blood-stained stretcher. Next.
"Hello everyone, this is the XX news platform. According to the latest news, the provincial police and frontier armed police have launched a fierce shootout with a group of cross-border armed drug lords. The expressway has been blocked. Now we are in front of the emergency channel of the Municipal People's Hospital. … oops!"
The female reporter screamed and stumbled. The microphone fell to the ground with a clatter, but the photographer was pushed away by the police before she could help her: "Damn why the media is running so fast, what are you filming? Stop shooting!"
The photographer was squeezed to the ground: "We have the right to report on the news..." Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the head nurse's hoarse voice: "The injured person lost too much blood! Not enough blood! Inform the blood room to prepare blood urgently!"
"The situation is very dangerous, the blood pressure is still falling!!"
"Prepare for celiac angiography, hurry up!!"
…
The surroundings were boiling. At this time, I saw the dean put on his clothes and rushed out of the duty room. He took three steps to catch up with the front. Before he could stand still, he was grabbed by someone: "—Feng Bureau?!"
The police chief of Tangtang City has never been so embarrassed. His usual meticulous gray hair is scattered, the police uniform is covered with dark red blood, and the presbyopic lenses are split in half. Yes… "
"At all costs, we must save it." The old director's fingernails were covered in black blood and mud, and he held the dean's hand tightly, panting and shaking violently: "This person has been in ambush on our hidden front for twelve years. … Twelve years! You must bring him back to me, or else!”
The dean was nervous at the bloody words of the old leader. At this moment, he heard a sharp burst not far away: "Doctor, the doctor is bad!"
The panic ending was full of ominousness, and Feng Ju turned back suddenly.
The focus of all eyes was on the emergency bed. The unimaginable pain caused the young man to try his best to raise his upper body, as if he wanted to grab the last trace of ethereal vitality from the void, but his throat was held down by the dead claws of the god of death. His whole body was convulsed, his handsome face was twisted and deformed, and his chest collapsed due to a sharp gasp; .
The female reporter watched helplessly, forgot to even struggle, the real tragic scene made her mind blank.
The man who was caught by the god of death looked very young and even good-looking. He is very different from the hero image that is used in media propaganda. Maybe because of his appearance, he looks even a little literate. In any case, he doesn't seem to be old enough to be sacrificed at gunpoint.
"Heartbeat 140 beats per minute, blood pressure 7545..."
"The oxygen saturation has dropped to 75%!"
The cry of the director of vascular surgery was particularly clear in the commotion: "Quickly prepare the embolic agent!!"
…
Bang!
Bang!
bang—
Every heartbeat was like a giant approaching in the deep sea, getting faster and clearer; it beat the eardrums violently, overshadowing the howl of the police and the mad roar of the doctor.
It was actually a harbinger of an impending cardiac arrest.
But at the moment when the scythe of death was about to gently swipe his throat, his sanity was unusually clear. With a little more strength, he could even express his strongest desire: let this end, it really hurts .
It really hurts.
This long and endless journey has finally come to the best time it can end—
The beating curve on the heartbeat detector is getting higher and higher, and it is getting faster and faster, like a thin steel wire being thrown into the sky and suddenly disappearing from everyone's sight; the next moment, the screen pulls out a thrilling straight line, The siren blared wildly with red light!
- Cardiac arrest!
The young man closed his eyes, dropped his body to the emergency bed, and then sank into the dark and cold deep sea.
The world is submerged by the tide, spinning away. The crying, roaring, and shouting of countless people were all mixed together, twisted into abstract fragments, and turned into nothingness.
In that peaceful world, he saw that person again.
The glowing white shadow passed through the frozen time and the crowd, walked lightly to the emergency bed, lowered his head and looked at him. He didn't remember that this clip had ever happened in his memory, but maybe the scene in front of him was real, because all the details were so clear, even the reflections in each other's eyes could be touched.
… are you really here? he thought vaguely.
The body that was seriously injured and dying suddenly became very relaxed, and all the pain was relieved and disappeared. He slowly sat up from the broken body, filled with anticipation in peace, and stretched out his hand to the shining white shadow.
-Are you here to pick me up
Bai Ying really raised his hand, the two of them clasped their fingers and pressed their palms together, as if all the pain and torture had never happened. He couldn't help but smile, but the next moment he saw those familiar eyes staring at him with a certain emotion, not the joy of reunion after a long absence, but an indescribable sadness.
He was stunned, only to see Bai Ying's silent mouth:
Go back, Wu Yu—
Go back, since many years ago, before all the drastic changes happened, you were destined to live, go forward, through the burning village, across the devastated land, and never turn back—
Wu Yu panicked and pulled the transparent hand hard, but he couldn't say anything, only to see Bai Ying finally smiling, full of tenderness and guilt, and then pushing his palm hard!
Bang!
In fact, it was silent, but it seemed like a loud explosion, shaking everyone's ear drums at the same time.
The young man's body bounced up under the electric shock, fell heavily, and his lifeless limbs twitched suddenly!
"Electrical recovery!"
"There is a heartbeat!"
…
Cheers, applause, hysterical crying and laughter resounded inside and outside the operating room. The deep water was penetrated by the beam, and the invisible force in the blood sea lifted him up until he burst out of the sea in an uproar, shrouded in dazzling light.
Wu Yu unconsciously opened his scarred eyes. At that moment, all the hustle and bustle faded away like the ebb tide, and only the sound of the distant sigh disappeared in the void.
Your name is forever in the ground, and your soul lives to the death—
"Feng Bureau, Feng Bureau!" A technical investigator hurried down the corridor, not even bothering to wipe his sweat, and suddenly handed his tablet to Feng Bureau: "The latest dark web news intercepted by Internet Security has been released. The time is no more than five minutes, and the sending path is being traced urgently, but the IP address cannot be located yet, you see!"
Feng Bureau lowered his head and swept away, and the smile on his face completely solidified in that instant.
It was a web page with a plain black background, the URL link was a string of random characters and ended with .clos, and the sender's ID was plain characters and not clickable. In the center of the screen is a two-inch bareheaded photo. In the photo, the man has a low eyebrow and a flat expression. The shape of the bridge of his eyebrows, eyes, and nose are abnormally standard, like a statue template carefully carved out of pure white ivory; Down, hanging quietly, as if he had never laughed in his life, his slender neck was neatly hidden in the collar of his black shirt.
The protagonist of this photo is familiar to everyone, and he has just escaped from death in the emergency room.
"..." Feng Bureau's fingers trembled, and he swiped the page down. Sure enough, he saw several rows of huge red letters jumping out, each stroke was bloody and heart-stopping:
[Reward]
"The real name is unknown, the code name is 'painter', the gender is male. The whereabouts can be traced throughout the Golden Triangle, and he has served the police in mainland China for 12 years. The latest head reward is 108.2409BTC. The whereabouts information is rewarded with 5.4121BTC."
"The execution process needs to be videotaped as evidence."
"If part of the body is provided, an appropriate price increase will be accepted, and the head will be discussed separately."
In fact, it can be foreseen, but no one expected it to come so quickly and so arrogantly.
Feng Ju's cold hands seemed to be frozen, and after a long while, he slowly put down the tablet computer under the anxious gaze of the technical detective.
No one noticed the little frozen silence in the corner of the hallway.
People embraced each other, cheered and swirled up, across the cold glass windows outside the operating room, across the sea of lights in the city composed of thousands of households, and disappeared at the end of the horizon with the night wind, like an elegy that no one knew.
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one year later.
Myanmar, Shan State.
The morning light shrouded the frontier town, and the market gradually became lively, selling tiger bones, selling fake jade, a bag of white powder mixed with half a bag of lime, and three taels of crystal meth mixed with two taels of rock sugar. curtain. The prostitutes who finished their work in twos and threes, wrapped in inferior perfumes and cosmetics and the smell of alcohol and sweat, passed through the market, and there was laughter everywhere.
"Boss Qin!" A woman with sharp eyes twisted her waist and asked with a laugh, "How's the business? Are you coming to visit us at night?"
Boss Qin is wearing a T-shirt, shorts and slippers. He wears a pair of silver-rimmed glasses politely. With a cigarette between his slender fingers, he is reading a book while leaning on a reclining chair at the entrance of a shop. , witchcraft and curse embryos, all kinds of talisman handicrafts; sandwiched between the left neighbor who wholesales ephedrine and the right house who talk about sacks of opium, it can be called a clear stream of literature and art.
"It's just barely making ends meet, how dare I wrong you?" Boss Qin raised his eyebrows and said with a laziness, "Let's talk about it later."
The women jokingly pushed and shoved: "Boss Qin comes to play and doesn't charge money!" "Not only does he not charge, but he also posts!" "Come on, come on!"
The hawkers in the full market gave up, and they laughed and scolded endlessly. For a time, most of the street was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
At this moment, the sound of an engine sounded from a distance, and quickly overwhelmed the human voice. Everyone looked back one after another, and saw a sudden flash of car shadows in the mist-shrouded town, followed by seventeen or eighteen jeeps swooping down from the mountain roads in all directions, rushing into the market with exclamations and screams!
"What?!" "Strip?!" "XX's courting death!"
The drug dealers in the streets were not looking for nothing. All of a sudden, every household rushed into the street with guns, but before they could fire, the windows of the cars were lowered one after another, and dozens of submachine guns poured out terrifying bullets at the same time!
A few leading hawkers were immediately beaten into sieves. In an instant, most of the street was wrapped in gunfire, shrapnel and bloody hell, screaming and cries exploded, and countless people panicked and fled, in the blink of an eye. clean. The dozen or so cars stopped abruptly, the tires screeched harshly against the ground, and dozens of bodyguards with different skin tones rushed out of the car with submachine guns, and surrounded the handicraft store.
Immediately afterwards, the bodyguards gave way, and a tall white man with curly chestnut hair stepped out of the bulletproof car and took off his sunglasses with a smile:
"Have you enjoyed your life, Qin Chuan?"
The bloody air filled with gunpowder smoke seemed to explode at a touch. Boss Qin sat up and sighed with dozens of barrels of guns on his head. He threw the gun he just pulled out from under the reclining chair: "I thought you had followed 'Mali'. The Yana Trench' website is freezing together, 'shark'... It's not very friendly for you to greet people in this way, can you change it next time?"
The white man known as the shark spread his hands: "But Wen Shao is dead, and the price of drugs in the world is fluctuating. Anyone who loses hundreds of millions of dollars for no reason will not feel good, don't you think?"
"I deeply sympathize, but it really has nothing to do with me." Qin Chuan immediately explained: "Mr. Wen is a regrettable performance artist, he just lacks a bit of luck, I am willing to use the price of seclusion and a lifelong vegetarian diet for this. He prayed to God for a lucky afterlife…”
"Wen Shao is an atheist."
"..." Qin Chuan said helplessly: "It's even more pity."
"Instead of hiding and hiding on the border for a lifetime, maybe it's a better way to commemorate him by coming forward to clean up the pile of trouble he left behind." Shark smiled and gestured, and a bodyguard immediately opened the tablet and handed it over to him. In front of me, I saw a short, stout, gray-tempered Chinese man of about fifty or sixty years old on the screen: "—Wan Changwen, do you know him?"
The corner of Qin Chuan's mouth twitched slightly.
"Wen Shao has always been my most valuable partner. He is a talented chemist, full of wisdom, honesty and not greed, all 'blue gold' are sold under the website guarantee system of the Marinaya Trench, ensuring the entire The balance of various drug prices on the black market." Shark's tone was full of polite sadness: "However, the structural successor of 'Blue Gold' - your friend surnamed Wan, has not inherited the slightest virtue from him."
As soon as Qin Chuan opened his mouth, he was interrupted by a shark: "153%."
"In less than two years, the worldwide circulation of blue gold has increased wildly by 153%, the price has dropped by 300%, and the prices of other synthetic drugs have plummeted. What's even more incomprehensible is that Mr. Wan seems to be very concerned about the old-school drug dealers Stick to the traditional style, and have no intention of cooperating with the dark web at all.”
"I respect every seller in this market, and I respect the older generation's style of using brokers to trade, so I need you." Shark spoke politely, as if he was an educated gentleman, and he couldn't see him at the moment. Dozens of guns are being held against Qin Chuan's head: "If you can come forward and persuade Mr. Wan to link his shipping channel to the 'Marinaya Trench', then I will not only be grateful, but also Mr. Wan generously gave up a portion of his rake as the funds for you to continue to live in seclusion, be a vegetarian for life, pray to God, or do whatever you want. This deal is obviously very fair, what do you think? Captain Qin?"
Qin Chuan opened his mouth several times but failed to get in, finally sighed feebly and muttered, "It's really fair, there's only one technical problem."
Sharks are interested: "What's the problem?"
"Wan Changwen is fucking dead."
Everyone remembered Qin Chuan's reputation in a certain area... or word of mouth, Shark silently made an "oh" mouth shape and couldn't help but ask for proof: "So you and his mother...?"
"Wan Changwen ventured back to the country with the coffin, and was immediately trapped in the territory by the police. As far as I know, it should be hiding in North China." Qin Chuan sighed again and said, "But I swore that unless I bury it after my death, otherwise Never set foot on the border again."
The surroundings were as quiet as death.
"So I'm sorry," Qin Chuan said helplessly, facing the dark muzzle in front of him, "Shoot."
No one made a sound, and no one moved. The wind blew through the streets of the market, and the corpses scattered all over the place gave off a disgusting smell of blood.
"..." The shark's gray-blue pupils stared at Qin Chuan without blinking. Just a glance at those eyes would send a chill from the bottom of my heart.
"You told me to shoot," he repeated meaningfully, and asked with a smile, "Are you sure?"
Without his instructions, the man holding the tablet just swiped on the screen, and the next real-time video appeared in front of Qin Chuan—
There was a steady stream of vehicles, and pedestrians were shoulder-to-shoulder. The gate across the road was clearly marked with a blue and white signboard—Jianning Public Security Bureau. The camera paused for two seconds, as if deliberately giving Qin Chuan a chance to read these words clearly, then turned to a silver G65 on the sidewalk not far away, only to see the window lowered halfway, and a man wrapped in a gray windbreaker looked very elegant. The young man was sitting in the driver's seat, and his mobile phone reflected his very familiar profile face.
"Sure, very sure!" Qin Chuan said with pain and excitement: "I'm ready to pray for him to live in seclusion and become a vegetarian for the rest of my life, hurry up!"
"No more waiting?" Shark asked with a smile.
The next moment, the scene changed again. The head of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of Jianning City Public Security Bureau appeared in the camera, with a faint smile on his face. He strode across the street and walked straight to G65. The arc of defense.
Qin Chuan: "..."
After a long silence, the shark jokingly said, "Are you still so sure?"
Qin Chuan lowered his head, rubbed his face hard after a long time, and let out a long sigh.
"If you asked me this a few years ago, the answer might be very different from today, but now I suddenly feel that the border is not so easy." He said sincerely: "After all, everyone knows me. I've always taken oaths for food."
The shark burst out laughing.
Dozens of submachine guns were swept away in the sound of clattering, Qin Chuan finally stood up from the reclining chair, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyebrows, and said helplessly: "But the price for me to be a broker is not cheap, if I don't charge for this trip , after it spreads out, it will no longer be able to charge. Maybe the customers who have been slaughtered in the past have to follow the example, line up to come to the door and take turns to blow my head. So more or less you have to give some points, it is me After being hired by you, you can still stand on the road in the future - anyway, you have money, or let's pay a deposit first, okay?"
This is very reasonable. Shark stopped his smile and looked at Qin Chuan up and down, only to see that his face looked innocent after removing the cover of his glasses. He expected that the defenseless former detective would not be able to make any big waves, so he said lightly: "Yes. . How much do you want?"
Unexpectedly, Qin Chuan raised half of his eyebrows: "I don't want money."
He turned around and stepped on the broken bricks and rubble, walking towards the shop that had been hit by the submachine gun just now, ignoring the glass door shattered into cobwebs and the half-collapsed counter. Countless armed gunmen in the light and dark stared at his leisurely back, only to hear the creaking sound of an old-fashioned printer from the back room, and after a while, Qin Chuan lifted the curtain with a portrait.
A gunman took the portrait, stepped back vigilantly, and handed the portrait to the shark, who immediately said "oh" unexpectedly:
"Not a woman?"
Qin Chuan: "..."
His reputation as a friend of women may have already rushed out of Jianning to the world.
"I thought you were asking for money or women." Shark took the portrait a little further away, and then looked at the dilapidated shop for a while, seemed to understand something, and asked with interest: "I didn't expect your taste to be so good. It's very special, don't you have any niche hobbies?"
"I just have a hobby for collecting prizes." Qin Chuan said modestly, "I can't afford the high price, so I have to kill the customer."
The two talked cordially and politely, like a pair of old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time, and the cruel scene of the hail of bullets just now never happened. After pondering for a while, the shark smiled slightly, and shrugged his shoulders very openly and respecting the privacy of others, and said, "Really? Since this is no problem, the deposit you want will be delivered to you soon."
Then he handed the portrait to the bodyguard with a backhand, and made a gesture of invitation: "The Shan State military and police should be here soon - get in the car, Team Qin, welcome to cooperate."
Tree shadows whistled on the mountain road in the distance, and the sound of military trucks speeding was faintly heard in the wind.
Qin Chuan was quite a straightforward person. He didn't bring anything. He walked away with his feet raised. Under the "escort" of bodyguards, he bent down and got into the car door. Then more than a dozen bulletproof jeeps turned around and drove out of the market, making a few muffled sounds. It crushed the corpses all over the ground and created a long bloody path.
"So what happened a year ago?" The scenery outside the window quickly flew back, and Qin Chuan was sandwiched between the back seats by two bodyguards armed with guns. He asked chattingly amid the bumpy driving: "The Marinaya Trench has been offline for a whole year. I guess even Interpol thought you were dead, and there are rumors that an undercover sniper single-handedly sniped your entire armed forces—hey, so are the rumors true?”
Shark turned his head from the passenger seat to stare at him, his eyes fixed, his face indifferent.
Except for the roar, the carriage was unusually quiet. It took a long time. Just when Qin Chuan thought he was not going to answer, the shark suddenly asked without warning:
"Do you know 'painter'?"
"Who?"
The shark laughed slowly, and a cold blue gleamed in the depths of his pupils.
"Ten years ago, Arthur, my best security executive, was arrested in Southeast Asia, and I tried my best to find out who was behind the scenes, so I thought the police were just a little bit luckier. It wasn't until a year ago that he finally came in person. Appearing in front of me, like a ghost who came to ask for his life in hell, I realized that after so many years, I sold fentanyl in North America, built a methamphetamine factory in Mexico, set up a deep web server in the Netherlands, and let me send three consecutive posts. The Interpol on the red notice is helpless, but he has never stepped out of his sniper range."
"Painter," Shark paused and said softly, "it wasn't luck that brought him to me, it was fate."
Qin Chuan nodded thoughtfully and asked, "But you are still alive, so he must be dead?"
The vast poppy fields in front of the car stretch as far as the eye can see, splashing in the sun. Shark looked back, his gray-blue eyes with a smile reflected in the rearview mirror, as if he was thinking of his old friend, but the hint of bloodthirsty was creepy.
"No, fate was cruel to him - I was alive and he wasn't dead."
Qin Chuan's eyelids jumped ominously, but the shark's tone was very gentle:
"Look, this piece of land in front of you is where the 'painter' once visited—"
In the distance, camouflage trucks surrounded the market, and the convoy was already heading north. Beneath the top of the mountain, the country is vast, and the national boundary monument is hidden in the lofty mountains, reflecting a faint golden light.