Marin unexpectedly did not die. While the Burmese army bombarded Liangji Mountain, the spade K Wenshao, who was entrusted by the shark, sent people to station near the scene. After the bombing, they dug her out of the collapsed tunnel and took her away, and then set the whole mountain on fire. .
Flames can wash away all sin in this world.
The mountain fires obscured the sky and turned the boundless poppy fields into fly ash. All the domination, turmoil, slavery and wealth that have occurred in this land in the past two decades have all sacrificed for the young life of Xie Xing.
In the spring of the coming year, the smoke of gunpowder dissipated, and the fertile black soil gave birth to green crops, and the mountains and plains were thriving.
As for Mahin, she was in a coma for more than half a month before she woke up, and she earned her life entirely out of hatred. When she woke up, she heard that the whole mountain had been set on fire by the king of spades, so she struggled to have someone go to the ruins to dig the bones of Ah Gui and Xie Xing and whip the corpse out to vent her anger, but the shark and the king of spades were busy. In pursuit of Hodgson being escorted by the Chinese armed police under heavy fire, Ma Yin had no time to take care of herself, neither interest nor time to deal with her, so Ma Yin had to give up with hatred, and two months later used Thayer's last bit of brokerage to reach out to a foreign country. abroad.
In the following ten years, many versions of this past have been derived among the brokers who knew Mahin, but no one could have imagined that "Jie Qianshan" did not die, and no one knew that the painting had been changed under the skin.
[The drawing is over, recall the painter.]
Three months later, in a township in the hinterland of the Wa State, the decrypted message in just eight characters shone brightly on an old-fashioned computer screen.
Faded plastic curtains were tightly drawn, blood-stained and yellowed bandages were piled in the corners, and the wooden cabinet by the marching bed was littered with half-empty bottles of medicine, spirits, and disinfectant. The dim room was filled with peculiar smells, and A Gui's hoarse and heavy breathing echoed.
After escaping from the encirclement and suppression circle from Liangji Mountain, he hid in the chaotic golden triangle hinterland. He was extremely weak and hungry, and his desire to survive was almost cut off. In countless late nights tortured by illness and longing, he stared straight at the loaded gun, thinking that as long as he closed his eyes and pulled the trigger, it would all be over. You can be relieved in an instant. But every time he put the muzzle in his mouth, there was something more pathetic and resentful pulling him, so that the index finger couldn't go under no matter what, as if the soul of Xie Xing was holding him tightly behind him. hand.
Don't look back, go forward.
He is no longer the drug dealer Ma Zai Agui, he will carry the bright and glorious name of Xie Xing, and he will never stop moving forward for the rest of his life.
During this period, the special intelligence team has been frantically looking for him, or the two of them, but all the information is completely cut off, and the secret radio station, the contact person, and the intelligence network cannot all be contacted. It wasn't until three months later that Ah Gui, who had recovered from a state of extreme weakness, finally turned on the special anonymous communication system. After seeing all the secret codes left by Zhang Boming during this period of time, he basically only repeated one meaning: the rescue did not find you, Are you already in distress
Lie, Agui thought with a cold blood between his teeth.
There is no rescue at all, all lies.
He could never have imagined that Zhang Boming did not lie.
Although the special intelligence team did not receive a signal for help, Zhang Boming was not an idiot. He could not have imagined how dangerous the battlefield of the joint encirclement and suppression by the border defenses of the two countries was. After the order to arrest Hodgson was issued, he immediately applied to Hu Liangan. The armed police specially set up a team to search for the two of them. Once the danger was confirmed, they would immediately carry out rescue.
But the problem is that in the absence of a signal for help, Zhang Boming will not dispatch the highest-level foreign force specifically to rescue exposed undercover agents to carry out the rescue, while the people dispatched by the frontier armed police are relatively inferior in terms of armed rank and priority, and because Lack of precise positioning of the signal for help, they could not be found at all in the chaotic battle situation at that time!
Agui's bandaged fingers trembled violently, and he almost exhausted his entire strength to type word by word: [No distress], then he turned off the computer, and lay back on the small camp bed, covering his face with force. For a long time, he let out a mournful cry like a wounded beast.
He didn't dare to confront Zhang Boming, let alone accept the recall order at this time, and he didn't even dare to mention that "Agui" was dead.
He must pretend that nothing happened in the Red Mountain torture chamber, no exposure, no danger, and no death; he must continue to stay in hell long enough, long enough that everyone who sees him will think it is a release ten years or even decades later.
Agui refused the order of the special intelligence team to recall, and for two years after that, he lurked deeply in various drug gangs on the border of Thailand, occasionally using anonymous communication and secret radio to pass some tips, but rarely met with special intelligence in person. The connection person of the love group under the golden triangle cloth.
He looks in the mirror every day and looks at himself with extremely harsh eyes, looking for the shadow of the solution from the details of the eyebrows, nose lips, cheeks and even the arch of the chin, but he can always find more differences in despair.
Xie Xing is perfect, and Xie Xing's eyes are full of brilliant light and faith.
And in the depths of his pupils there is only haze, cruelty, fear, and the boundless blood-grey sky.
Years passed by, and in the second year after Xie Xing's death, the secret radio station of the special intelligence team received a mourning report of "Agui died unexpectedly". Zhang Boming immediately asked to recall Xie Xing, but immediately received a refusal and asked to continue to hide. In the following years, the artist has been lurking in various small drug gangs suspected of having cooperation with the dark web, dedicated to destroying the drug trafficking network established by the Mariana Trench in the Golden Triangle, and successively destroyed several dark web drug trafficking logistics routes, making sharks in Southeast Asia. Regional expansion has been greatly hampered.
Six years after Xie Xing's death, another big drug lord who had been wanted by Interpol for many years tried to escape from Chiang Mai to Mexico by cooperating with sharks. Halfway through, he was caught by a painter disguised as a drug worker. The poison factory was uprooted. After the news of the incident, the drug markets in Myanmar and Thailand were shaken, and sharks in North America were also furious, but just like Arthur Hodgson was suddenly arrested, he could not find out what the problem was.
He could only vaguely feel that he seemed to have been living in a sniper scope all these years, the eyes behind the lens were calm, patient, and terribly firm, watching his every move calmly, his index finger never leaving the trigger cents.
This arrest made the special intelligence team receive a commendation from the international anti-drug organization. Hu Liangan, who was deeply encouraged, ordered most of the intelligence resources to be concentrated on the line of painters.
In the following three years, the painter became the most indestructible blade of the special situation team to stab the Golden Triangle.
In the ninth year after Xie Xing's death, the legendary title of "Painter" was accidentally leaked because of the exposure of the connector, and spread all over the Golden Triangle overnight. Skin. In the same year, Shark was invited by the Far East drug lord to come to the Sino-Myanmar border to develop a huge long-term market. There, he met a handsome and well-trained young man, who stepped forward with a three-point smile and shook hands. : "Hello Mr. Phillip, Boss Hu sent me to pick up your team. I will be solely responsible for your safety in the next three days."
The young man had white skin, black hair, and focused and bright eyes. The black suit without a tie fit his slender figure, and his words and deeds were always refreshing.
Shark thoughtfully: "I heard that your place has been severely damaged by the police in recent years, and one of the secret agents is haunted. His code name is 'painter'..."
"Really? It's not that powerful, is it?" The young man smiled and said, "If it's so elusive, maybe it's a frightening legend made up by evil ghosts trying to kill themselves!"
Shark snorted, disapproving, thinking that the existence of a painter like you ordinary people probably won't understand.
It took nine years for the evil spirit to finally realize that the legendary evil spirit could never climb into the sun and become a human being.
He didn't look more and more like Xie Xing, but it became less and less like him. Even if he went to the underground plastic surgery clinic in Myanmar and Thailand to ask all kinds of questions, the other party didn't have enough technical means to make up for the countless subtle changes in his demeanor, charm, and eyebrows. There are so many differences, and even some plastic surgeons can't see any difference between him and Xie Xing's portrait at all: "Sir, isn't this when you were young?" "Handsome guy, you've lost a lot of weight, maybe you can be younger if you're fat!"
It was useless, he knew clearly in his heart.
Those who don't know the "drug dealer Ma Zai" A Gui will think that Xie Xing is just tortured by 12 years of life and death to describe his thinness and change his subtle appearance; but Zhang Boming can definitely see the fatal difference at a glance, and put him From the world back to hell again.
There is no way for him to return to his homeland with Xie Xing's name, but he may be able to break free from all shackles and continue to go deeper into hell—
On the day of the siege operation, ten minutes before the police arrived, Shark saw the young man go down to the third floor from the surveillance camera and opened a secret door in the corner.
The drug lord finally recognized who the bloody footsteps that had been clinging to him for so many years belonged to.
"Ten years ago, my best man, Hodgson, was arrested in Southeast Asia, but I tried my best to find out where the mistake was. In the end, I thought the police just had a little luck. Until a year ago, the painter was finally in front of me. When I showed up in person, I realized that after so many years, I sold fentanyl in North America, built a methamphetamine factory in Mexico, and set up an anonymous deep web server in the Netherlands. "
"He's a painter, he's the god of war I'm destined to meet, and he's also a life-threatening ghost that I can't get rid of until I die—"
A year later, Jinhai.
A black Dian brand Audi was parked in front of the Nancheng Branch of Jinhai City. Lin Fang pulled the handbrake, turned off the fire, and said gently, "Wu Yu."
The young man in the co-pilot had a pale and tired face, his eyelashes were half-drooping silently, and the corners of his natural mouth were slightly down.
"Zhang Boming's ashes were buried in the Yundian Martyrs Cemetery today. I have two words to tell you."
"… "
"Life is a process of constantly saying goodbye to old friends and meeting new people. Every person, every event, every joy and pain we experience is a part of our accomplishment. Letting go does not mean forgetting, let alone forgetting. It means loss. Those half-way regrets and helpless misses will be waiting for you and me at a certain point in the future, waiting for us to meet again."
"—And before that," Lin Fang looked at him and said softly, "You still have a long way to go, and you will meet many new faces. They may become your old confidants and comrades in arms in the future. Maybe even family, all the way to the end of our lives, to the day we all meet in another world."
After a long silence, Wu Yu finally turned his head and spit out two words: "Really?"
Lin Fang stared at him, helplessness and sadness flashed deep in his eyes, Wu Yu opened the car door and walked out.
The gray Criminal Investigation Detachment building stands tall, and the police emblem reflects light under the sky. Wu Yu narrowed his eyes and took a half step back. The silent and majestic golden shield seemed to be cut off at any time. Instinct fear came from the bottom of his heart, and there seemed to be a voice in the wind screaming in his ears—
run—
You don't belong here, run away—
"Are you the new Wu Yu?"
Wu Yu retracted his eyes, and saw a man standing on the steps of the building. He was tall, with a frosty face. The dark blue police uniform was stern and tidy, and his body was surrounded by an inaccessible aura.
"I'm Bu Chonghua, head of the Jinhai Nancheng Criminal Investigation Detachment." The man paused and seemed to hesitate before extending his hand: "From now on, I will be your leader. Make it your own home."
…as your own home.
Wu Yu looked at Bu Chonghua's dangling palm, his throat slipped up and down, he slowly put his hands behind his back, lowered his head and said vaguely, "I see."
Bu Chonghua frowned, and without saying a word, he withdrew his hand, turned and walked into the building: "Come with me."
"This is the new Xiao Wu in the team, and he will be everyone's colleague from now on."
"Did you know Wu Yu, many years ago, there was such a person who pulled me out of the fire and told me that I had to live, and only by living can I take revenge."
"Wu Yu! If you resign now, you won't be able to catch the murderer who poured gasoline on us and wanted to kill us!"
"I'm late, let's go home."
"Don't call him a drug dealer Ma Zai!"
"Who dares to be handcuffed?!"
"... Wu Yu, as long as you speak, as long as you speak, I will believe..."
"Wu Yu!!—"
- The cold wind poured into both ears, and the body fell sharply, and the hand that Bu Chonghua stretched out with all his might was getting farther and farther in the sky.
It turned out that they had never held each other tightly from the beginning, Wu Yu thought.
From the very beginning of the story, he put his blood-stained hands behind him.
In the next second, smoke and dust rose from the open space downstairs, and flying sand scattered; the car engine started with a bang, like a trapped beast full of scars breaking out of its cage and roaring away towards the boundless night in the distance.
Volume Four