Volume Four Chapter 119

Burma, small tug.

The temple is surrounded by jungles, and the thick green like splashes of ink during the day has turned into ghosts crawling out of hell. The flaming torches illuminated the sky above the village, and the loud crackling sound accompanied the pine waves in the dark night.

Five Humvees with their headlights on were in a circle, and several Burmese men with submachine guns stood outside the cars, and the firelight reflected the gloomy bandit on their faces. In the open space in front of the temple, K of Spades bent down and faced the earthy abbot, clicked the photo in his hand, and asked in Chinese, "Where is he?"

The abbot burst into tears, shook his head, twitched and muttered, and tried to break free and kowtow to beg for mercy.

The black eyes behind the K of spades sunglasses are very calm, and can't see the slightest impatience, and asked again in Burmese:

"where is he?"

"@#￥*Y*&..." The abbot shook his head violently and cried, and the monks behind him even whimpered in unison.

The King of Spades stood up helplessly, took a breath, and paused for a few seconds.

Then he suddenly drew his gun and aimed it between the abbot's forehead, and shot it neatly!

boom!

A blood hole opened in the head of the old abbot, his eyes were wide open, and he fell to the ground.

The surroundings were quiet, and then someone screamed, someone fainted, and someone struggled to climb forward, and was grabbed by the drug dealer. The King of Spades seemed to have heard nothing, walked to the next monk calmly, and asked the same question: "Where is he?"

The monk was so young that he had already wet his pants with fright. He stared at the old man wearing a cassock in the photo, and it took a long time to hear what he said: "Really, really don't know, really don't know, please Please, forgive me, forgive me—"

The king of spades asked: "Really don't know?"

"I really haven't seen it, I don't know, please, please—"

boom!

The gunshots echoed for a long time, and the monk's body was splashed with dust, and he was dead.

There was a loud mournful sound in the open space, like a living blood sea Asura field. The king of spades seemed a little tired, he closed his eyes, put away the gun, casually shoved the photo to Applejack behind him, and made a nonchalant gesture.

Ajie raised the photo in the first half of the ground knowingly, showed it around the open space, and asked sharply in Burmese: "Who knows the whereabouts of this person? If you say it, you can live! Otherwise, you will all die here today!"

His voice was extremely penetrating, and instantly suppressed all the screams alive. But then, a sharper cry of despair sounded from all sides of the clearing, even causing the wild beasts in the mountains and forests to howl in bursts, rushing into the distance with the wave-like wind.

Spade K rubbed his forehead, stepped over the old abbot's body, and walked towards the off-road vehicle outside the clearing.

Burmese men hurried to meet them: "Boss."

"It doesn't seem to be lying." Spade K said lazily, then paused and ordered, "Clean it up."

The subordinates responded immediately, and looked at Ajie, and several bodyguards with submachine guns stepped forward.

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-

The sound of submachine guns resounding like a barrage of cannons resounded in the open space, and the shrill cry exploded in an instant and quickly disappeared. Eight or nine torches flew into the temple with their tail flames. After a while, the whole building turned into a burning fire, and billowing black smoke flew into the thick ink-like night sky.

"Big brother." Ajie got into the Humvee with a little unease in his eyes: "It's already the third temple, what should I do now?"

Spade K was leaning on the back seat, his side face reflected the ferocious firelight outside the car window, as if closing his eyes and resting. His calm appearance made everyone very uneasy. After a while, he suddenly heard him speak: "There should be someone else who knows where he is."

Ajie was stunned for a moment, and then reacted: "You mean—"

The king of spades did not answer directly, but waved his hand: "Go play Luo."

Applejack hurriedly went to instruct the driver, the Hummer started with a roar, the lights were connected in a line, and one after another drove to the jungle where the fingers could not be seen in the distance.

Jianning.

The lights were turned off in the bedroom, and the thick curtains blocked the outside world, leaving only the scorching hot and dizzying world on the bed.

Most of the quilt had already fallen on the carpet, and the other half swayed up and down greatly in the dark. Every time it sank to the bottom, there would be a rapid gasp from the blanket, which seemed to be very painful, but it was very painful. There are other meanings that can't be said.

The voice was extremely subtle because of its excessive hoarseness, and it was always indistinguishable; as if it was dissatisfied, the frequency of the turbulence became more rapid and fierce, and it almost crushed the moan into pieces and turned it into a flow. liquid seeps into the air.

"...Yan...Yan Yun...!"

The tail sound was finally squeezed out by the continuous high-frequency impact, and was immediately knocked off the sound by the last few bursts. Yan Yan finally completed the siege with a victorious attitude. While shooting at the deepest part of Jiang Ting's body, he repeatedly pushed Jiang Ting's hand out of the bed sheet and grabbed Jiang Ting's hand in his palm. , brought it to the lips and kissed.

Jiang Ting couldn't breathe, his chest tightened, until the long ejaculation process ended, and he sank in exhaustion. His whole body was in a mess, and the muscles on the inner thighs were spasming. Yan Yan turned on the bedside lamp, only to see that his black eyelashes were wet, the eyebrows were slightly twisted, and he seemed uncomfortable.

Yan Yan leaned over and licked his brow with the tip of his tongue, gentle and patient, until he licked the wrinkle flat, then got up to warm a cup of sweet milk, and came back to hug Jiang Ting, who was half asleep, and slowly feed it to him.

"Take a shower..." Jiang Ting said vaguely.

Yan Yan said, "Wait."

He harbored some kind of secret expectation in his heart - Jiang Ting would forget it later, but he did not expect that after drinking half a glass of warm milk intermittently, the corners of Jiang Ting's brows wrinkled again, and he whispered, "Go and take a shower. …”

Yan Yan had to carry him to the bathroom on his shoulders. Under the hot shower, he pressed him against the wall and kissed and penetrated intermittently. It took him half an hour to wash before he came out.

Jiang Ting was already very tired. When he came out of the bathroom, he almost fell asleep. The moment he touched the pillow, he seemed to be a little awake, and frowned hoarsely: "...Are you taking medicine?"

Yan Yan smiled lowly and didn't answer. Sure enough, a few seconds later, Jiang Ting fell into sleep, and the black hair that had just been dried fell on the snow-white pillow.

Yan Yan leaned over and licked his brow with the tip of his tongue, gentle and patient, until he licked the wrinkle flat, then got up to warm a cup of sweet milk, and came back to hug Jiang Ting, who was half asleep, and slowly feed it to him.

"Take a shower..." Jiang Ting said vaguely.

Yan Yan said, "Wait."

He harbored some kind of secret expectation in his heart - Jiang Ting would forget it later, but he did not expect that after drinking half a glass of warm milk intermittently, the corners of Jiang Ting's brows wrinkled again, and he whispered, "Go and take a shower. …”

Yan Yan had to carry him to the bathroom on his shoulders. Under the hot shower, he pressed him against the wall and kissed him off and on. It took him half an hour to come out.

Jiang Ting was already very tired. When he came out of the bathroom, he almost fell asleep. The moment he touched the pillow, he seemed to be a little awake, and frowned hoarsely: "...Are you taking medicine?"

Yan Yan smiled lowly, but didn't answer. A few seconds later, Jiang Ting fell into sleep, and the black hair that had just been dried fell on the snow-white pillow.

Yan Yan took off the bath towel wrapped around him, put on clean and soft pajamas, leaned over the pillow with one hand on his forehead, and carefully observed his quiet breathing in his sleep. The halo-yellow lamp shadow is rendered on his fair side cheeks, the eyebrows are neat and clean, and the eyes are very long; this appearance is a bit too beautiful for a man, but the bridge of his nose is unexpectedly straight, so it neutralizes the too soft. Look and feel, the nose casts a right-angled shadow, showing a slightly cold temperament.

Yan Yan picked up the hair on his forehead. Although the wound cut by broken glass on the winding mountain road had healed, it was still clearly visible.

"..." Yan Yan's eyes flickered, and he kept rubbing the scar with his thumb, and a trace of complicated emotions gradually filled his eyes. After a while, he turned around and picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table. For the first time in the past two days, he opened WeChat and opened the chat window——

On the street that evening, every word of the message sent by Qi Sihao was like a knife, deeply embedded in Yan Yan's heart by his pupils:

[Yazhi Garden, Room 905, Building A, District 6]

[This is written on the intranet]

——This is Jiang Ting’s address in Gongzhou before the accident.

In Gongzhou, Yan Yanchu was curious about Jiang Pu's life that year, so Qi Sihao checked himself with police. At that time, Qi Sihao was still strange why he didn't ask Jiang Po directly, and he was over.

In fact, Yan Yan did not have much to explore, mainly because Jiang Pu had any suspiciousness, his family had been searched by the 1009 task force and did not know how many times. The reason why he did not ask directly, it was pure because he wanted to ask for a while after he wanted to inquire, and secretly observed the various small living habits of Jiang before stopping.

He used to speculate that the community where Jiang stopped his family was not too far away from the Gongzhou City Bureau, but the area would not be too good. After all, Jiang Xun’s income level is here, and he is not like the kind of person who pays attention to the quality of life; he once used to have it; he used to have once. I have thought about whether Jiang Po will arrange the home as a police school dormitory. It is strict, careful, and full of ascetic tideline, and lacks fireworks like him.

But what he never expected was that Jiang Pohui lived there, Yazhiyuan.

He has been to this place and the second day of the incident of Wang Xingye's fall.

Before the 1009 plastic factory exploded, the confirmation instruction of Hongxin Q on the location of the transaction was sent from Room 701 in a building in this community.

——The traces left by Hongxin Q, and the address that Jiang Pu never announced from the public. There is always one of the two.

Monday, early morning.

Yan Yan hurriedly lifted the shirt cuffs, grabbed the trench coat hanging on the porch, and grabbed the hairstyle while wearing shoes: "Go!"

Behind the table behind him, Jiang stopped his head and did not lift his head: "Come back."

"This is all 9:20. At 10 o'clock in the morning, Lu Yu personally presided over the weekly meeting. After the meeting was late, he had to check in front of the overall situation. What do I say?" Yan Yan turned and walked quickly. The words did not fall. He was stuffed with an egg toast sandwiched, and he couldn't help but "slap". Then he saw Jiang stopped into his trench coat and unbuttoned the belly.

"..." Yan Yan was surprised, and he was stunned for two seconds, and then the condition reflected the screen gas stretched out the abdominal muscles: "I said that you can eat this body, don't make trouble, come and kiss one ..."

Jiang Shun said, "Kiss yourself in the mirror." Then re -organized the last two buttons he deducted the wrong, and stuffed back into the waist of his trousers.

Yan Yan was not regrettable. He grabbed Jiang and stopped in the forehead and kissed him. He went out to work quickly.

A few minutes later, the most frequent Phaeton poured out of the garage, a beautiful and neat triangle turned around, and galloping towards the gate of the community.

Jiang stopped his arms in front of the floor -to -ceiling window, his eyes hanging down, and the glass reflected his dull pupils. It wasn't until Phanton completely disappeared at the end of the straight lane of the community that he took his eyes back and sighed gently.

The white mist that was almost invisible on the glass passed by.

He picked up the mobile phone around him, changed the SIM card, hesitated for a moment after turning on, and finally dialed out an international number.

Alas -嘀 ——

"Hey?"

The floor -to -ceiling window reflects the clear and emotional face of Jiang Po, and the sound cannot be heard at all. He said: "Hello, I want to donate a incense to the local temple through your office. What should I do?"

Fifty minutes later, Yan Yan rushed into the conference room with the wind wrapped in the wind, bowed his head and walked through the crowd, trying to open his chair and sat down, looking around with a vigilance -fortunately, except the front row of the front row Vice Vice -Bureau glared at him, and no one noticed that Vice Division was late for the eighth or ninth meeting in the past six months.

Yan Yan was relieved, and suddenly found something wrong again: What about Lu Nu?

At ten o'clock, a fine buzzing sounded in the conference room, but the seat of the top Lu bun was empty, and even the big tea tank was gone.

"I found Brother Yan," Ma Xiang sitting behind him secretly approached, whispered, "You are going to the Universiade today, and the people of the Lulu are not here yet."

"What's wrong?"

Ma Xiang blocked his face with a notebook: "I don't know, the first round of the first round was made by the old Wei Dynasty ... 卧 马 马, did you fight with Lu consultant this weekend? Tao? "

Yan Yan reached out and touched it, busy pulling the shirt to the upper pull: "Go! Children's house, see your harem!"

Ma Xiang took his mouth and wanted to sour him. Suddenly the door of the meeting room opened, and everyone was sitting in a dangerous moment, but saw that Secretary Zhang of the director's office quickly walked in and whispered in the ear of the Deputy Bureau of Wei. After a while, Lao Wei nodded.

"This," Deputy Wei Qing cleared his throat, and said, "Today, Lu bureau was not coming. When he first went downstairs, he stunned his feet, and the tea tank broke one ground."

Everyone around was surprised, and then let out a low voice of laughter.

"I will preside over our weekly meeting today. As usual, each business department will report on the key work and projects of the last week - Director Xiao Gou... Then what, Director Gou Li, come first."

Gou Li stood up with a stern face, Yan Yan was looking at it funny, suddenly he saw Secretary Zhang bent over and walked through the crowd, and came straight to him: "Secretary Yan..."

"Um?"

Yan Yan raised his head and saw Secretary Zhang gently pressing his ear, saying, "Officer Lu has an urgent matter to see you."

Lu Ju's large tea jar was well placed on the table, brewed with his usual chrysanthemum, wolfberry, red dates and rock sugar health tea, and the heat was hovering in the air.

"What?" Yan Yan was extremely surprised: "Ministry of Public Security?"

There were only the two of them in the well-insulated office, and Juju Lu's body squeezed the leather swivel chair to the brimafter all, he had to add rock sugar to drink teawas taking off his reading glasses and rubbing his eyes tiredly, hearing the words "uh" He nodded and turned the computer screen towards him:

"After the new fentanyl compound 'Blue Gold' was notified by us, the Ministry of Public Security attached great importance to it and carried out a large-scale investigation in the southwest region. For this reason, it also made several notes with the Myanmar side. Last Friday, the Myanmar military notified my country. According to the latest situation, three temples were massacred and burned in remote areas around Xiaotangla, and a group of captured drug dealers identified the king of spades.”

The picture on the screen was reflected in the depths of Yan Yan's pupils - it was obviously a candid shot.

The background of the camera is quite dilapidated. It should be in front of a temple enshrined in a village on the border of Myanmar. The poisonous sun scorches the jungle, making the picture quality very unclear. Several men with very obvious Burmese ancestry stood beside the off-road vehicle, each with bulging arms in their arms, not knowing what weapons were stuffed; a young man in a black vest and overalls trousers was getting out of the car, with a very agile figure, with his thighs on his thighs. With a gun inserted in his armed belt, he poured half a bottle of mineral water over his head in his hand.

Even though he was only looking sideways, Yan Yan recognized his old acquaintance, Ajie, at a glance.

At the same time, not far from the front of the car, a figure walked towards the gate of the temple with his back to the camera. In such a hot situation, he even wore shirts and trousers from head to toe. The overexposed white borders on the edge of the picture engulfed half of his figure, but it can still be seen that he is walking up the stairs slowly, from the subtle movements of his limbs to the range of his steps, there is a sense of calmness.

Yan Yan's eyes darkened slightly: "K of spades?"

Ju Lu nodded and tapped the screen: "This is the image material from half a month ago. Just half a day later, the only two monks in this village temple were killed, and the building was burnt down."

The office was silent, only Yan Yan's breathing and Lu Ju's sipping tea.

"...How did this photo come from?" Yan Yan finally asked after a long while.

"Automatic camera." Lu Ju shook his head and put the big tea jar back on the table with a thud: "Myanmar Xiaotangla borders our country and is an outlawed place where drug trafficking, smuggling and gambling are common. The caravan' was caught by our country's frontier armed police when trying to smuggle into the country. Because we had a cooperation agreement with Myanmar, we temporarily handed it back to the Myanmar military for interrogation. It turned out that the drug trafficking organization to which the caravan was affiliated could almost be regarded as the king of spades. Opponent. After the Myanmar side expedited the interrogation, the drug dealer gave a very important piece of information, saying that Spade K recently took a few photos and yanked the people on the photos at a nearby temple."

Yan Yan's forehead jumped: "Looking for someone?"

With the usual seriousness of an elderly person using a mouse, Bureau Lu pressed the "next page" hard.

brush-

A photo appeared on the screen that had been faxed, scanned, and re-photographed several times. An elderly monk in his 60s or 70s was wearing a red-yellow cassock, with wrinkles on his eyelids. Sitting in the temple.

I don't know if it's because the quality of the remake is really poor, or it's because of the suspicious psychological effect of the criminal investigators; the monk's face is not at all stable or peaceful. On the contrary, when Yan Yan stared at it, he even vaguely felt a kind of inexplicable viciousness.

"I'm just suspicious." Lu Ju covered the big tea jar with one hand and pointed at the screen with the other, and said solemnly, "This person may be the father of the King of Spades."