Chapter 124

Myanmar border.

At the top of the five -star hotel, the mirror elevator door opened. Ajie stepped out of the meteor and passed through the corridor with a thick carpet. He came to the end of a suite door at the end, and immediately opened the door respectfully for him.

Several Burmese people sat in the study room and talked in a low voice. Seeing that business was successful, the faces of each big guy were full of joy. Two suitcases were opened and spread on the ground. The two big packs of golden wrapped in black cloth in the box were golden and clear, and the spades K beckoned to call a bodyguard and whispered: "Posifice it."

The bodyguard stepped forward, and at this moment Ajie walked in quickly: "Big Brother!"

"Um?"

When the Burmese people came in, they couldn't help but speak up, apparently knew such the number one ruthless role. But Ajie ignored the local people. He leaned in the spagenic K's ear and said in a low voice for several minutes. The spades kicked: "Oh? He really said?"

"The news was passed back from our people over the Jianning side, and the listener was released. This is the original words." Ajie took a breath, and the eyebrows were mixed with unwilling crickets and fierce eager to try. Only said, "It's really a ruthless person."

Blint K glanced at him.

Ajie quickly asked, "What do we do now, big brother?"

Blint K torn a note and wrote a address, and Ajie quickly picked it up.

"The old man used to have a market on this half mountainside. One of the largest shipments in the Southwest is Yuanlongxia behind it. I let people stare at several nearby villages half a year ago. Remember to me, no matter what happened, even if the old man torn out his face, "Slap K slowly said in the bright eyes of Ajie:" You know what to do. "

Ajie turned around and left.

"return!"

Ajie stood up and turned around, and saw the dark peaches Kssem with a smile and smiled.

"Young people, remember the previous lessons, don't be so frizzy to do things. Do you understand?"

Ajie grabbed his hedgehog -like short hair, smiled, and stepped out.

"Hey, I said, are you okay?"

Qi Sihao was sitting in a bumpy car, and almost regretted that he gorged three big buns in the welfare home. The rugged mountain road was trying to force him to spit out all the things in his stomach. Along the way, he closed his mouth to compete with the rolling esophagus, but when he was about to be dark, he finally couldn't help but ascended his doubts at the driver's seat as much as possible.

Yan Yan's side face could not see the slightest, but from the eyebrows of the brow bone to the bridge of the nose, and even the sinking lips, it was like a whole black rock carved by the knife carved, exuding a sharp and gloomy breath.

Qi Sihao stole him, and now he really regrets that he is not like the driver sent by the county government for a night in the welfare home for a night.

"No, Yan Team, you see that this is really dark. This road condition must not be able to return to Tongshan County at night. It is too dangerous to drive overnight. It is better to return to Yongkang Village for one night.

Qi Sihao was really bitter. He only listened to the wheels across the ground and made a bombardment. Yan Yan said nothing.

Suddenly: "Stab ——"

When the brake board stepped on to the end, the wheels were almost slippery.

Yan Yan didn't look at him, turned directly to the front, and drove towards the village he had already driven.

Yongkang Village is located at the foot of the mountain. It is extremely remote and far from Tongshan County, but it is unexpectedly that the economic development is okay. Each household has built a cement house. There are rarely seen outsiders here. Yan Yan's broken car has caused onlookers as soon as he entered the village, and children who were not sensible took a snot and followed, curiously to probe.

Yan Yan took the county government's stall on poverty alleviation projects. After greeted the village committee, he was arranged by the village chief to live in the only guest house in the village.

Although the conditions are simple, there is a hard bedtime bed.

Qi Sihao has raised respect in the past few years, and has not adapted to this humble environment. After washing the grass, he fell asleep after washing. Yan Yan slowly ate, put on a coat out of the guest house, and sat down in the yard to lit a cigarette.

It was dark in the countryside, and if there were no stars and no moon, there would be no light at all. In particular, Yongkang Village is backed by the vast mountains and forests. The wind blows and the wild animals growl. Other than that, no one makes a sound. People who are used to living in the city can't imagine how far they can reach at night.

Yan Yan was wearing a windbreaker, sitting on the stone steps of the dilapidated yard.

"...I didn't have a guardian at that time and lived alone in an old-fashioned tube building next to the school..."

"When I had the ability to investigate my file through various means, I found out that the so-called 'adoptor' does not actually exist..."

That night, Jiang Ting's narration, accompanied by the sound of the river, resounded in Yan Yan's ears again, but this time he finally heard the irony and self-mockery that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.

Maybe Jiang Ting didn't lie, what he said was the truth.

——It's just the part that he didn't say, but it can subvert all hypocritical appearances.

The so-called adopter really does not exist, because as a Myanmar drug dealer, it is impossible for "Caohua A" to register for adoption through real information. Jiang Ting knows this very well when he grows up. In other words, when Jiang Ting showed that he didn't know anything about his past experience, he actually knew very well how intricately connected he had with the drug cartel over the years.

So, is he really a "slippery" OUHK?

Is it really a coincidence that he has become the most potential police star in the anti-drug mouth in the southwest region all the way?

Destiny can't set up so many mistakes when a person is completely ignorant, unless the person takes every step according to the rhythm that has already been arranged, but there is no clue on the surface.

The turning point of Jiang Ting's fate - the 1009 bombing three years ago, was it really betrayed by the police insider? Or a well-prepared script?

For the first time in her life, a shudder suddenly rose in Yan Yan's heart.

"It's not because I'm afraid that you will get involved in this muddy water, Yan Yan, but because I don't believe you—"

If a person can't trust him after experiencing life and death together for several times, then eliminating all the dramas of the Arabian Nights, there is only one possibility left in the end:

He knew he couldn't afford the same amount of trust.

Something suddenly flashed in the dark night in the distance. Yan Yan raised his head subconsciously, only to see faint spots of light swaying on the mountainside a few kilometers away, like rows of car lights.

In such a dangerous place, there are still people driving at night, either because the driving skills are good, or they are really desperate.

He exhaled, his temples throbbed with pain, and he was not in the mood to think about anything else, so he put out the cigarette butt and threw it by the grass, got up and walked back to the guest house.

I didn't look carefully when was staying in the evening, but this time saw the two sons of the owner of the hostel inviting a few young people of the same age to sit in the hall and play games. When Yan Xun passed by, they smelled the smell of cigarettes and came up to ask for cigarettes. Yan Xun felt a little surprised, but he threw half a pack of cigarettes and went upstairs.

The thin walls and door panels couldn't stop Qi Sihao's snoring.

There are so many young men in their twenties in this village who are idle at home and not going to the city to work?

A little doubt flashed in his mind, feeling that this was not in line with the current situation of the village he usually saw, but then he thought that maybe the degree of agriculturalization in this village was high, so he didn't think about it carefully, and directly pushed the door into the house.

The temperature in the mountains is extremely low at night, and the tap water is even colder. Yan Xun washed his face hastily with the water pipe, and sat by the bed with his clothes on, holding his mobile phone. The long whistle of the north wind came from behind the window, and the cold wind hissed from the window lattice.

The moonlight finally showed a corner from the dark cloud, passed through the frosted glass of the shabby room, and reflected on half of Yan Yan's face, reflecting his complexion blue and white.

He looked at the three words "Consultant Lu" in the mobile phone address book, and the light in his eyes was terrifying.

The next door Qi Sihao's snoring stopped, he probably turned over, the bed board creaked, and then the snoring sounded again.

Yan Yan took a deep breath, and slowly extended his thumb to the dial button, and at this moment he stopped slightly.

I don't know when a roar sounded in the distance, and the movement started to be very slight, and it quickly went from far to near, especially clear in the silent night of the mountain forest, and followed the mountain road to the head of the village in a blink of an eye.

——It turned out to be the engine of several cars.

Yan Yan forcibly pressed down his chaotic thoughts, leaned his upper body back, and approached the window sill where how much dust had accumulated, squinting his eyes and looking out. The night was dark and heavy, and it was so far away that it was impossible to see anything at all; after a while, I saw the end of the only winding dirt road in the village, and suddenly several big headlights flashed at the same time!

Yan Yan's eyes were stabbed by the high beam, and he turned away immediately.

For a moment, the engine roared loudly, and the eardrums hummed together. Hundreds of dogs barked and barked all over the village. There were scattered lights in the distance, and people from the village pushed the door and scolded them. It took a few minutes for the movement to subside a little, and the cars turned off one after another. Taking advantage of the brief commotion, he pushed open the rusted window and looked out from the gap.

The lights of the village committee next door came on, and there were quite a few good off-road vehicles parked on the dirt road in front of the door. Many figures got out of the car door and walked back and forth. Yan Xun counted roughly ten people out of professional habit.

...what are you doing at midnight?

He didn't make a sound, and continued to peek at the gap in the window. saw that the group of people seemed to be very familiar with the local area and were very open. They talked, yelled, talked, laughed, and walked around. The noise came at night, but couldn't hear the local accent. After about another cigarette, the movement of the dozen or so people subsided, and they formed a group towards the guest house.

The dark clouds gathered and dispersed silently, and the pale moonlight cast on the bluestone road, reflecting the figures of the two or three people in the lead. The old man who was at the forefront and diligently led the way was no stranger to the village chief Yan Yan had just met in the evening.

And behind him, all in black, with one hand in his pocket, smoking a cigarette and saying nothing is—

Yan Yan's eyes suddenly changed.

It's Ajay!

If it was anyone else, their brains must have exploded at that time. Yan Yan's first reaction was: I am!

Then he reacted like lightning, these people are coming for him!

He submitted the documents through his family's poverty alleviation project. The procedures went all the way from the provincial party committee to the county seat, and then drove hundreds of kilometers to the orphanage with great fanfare. He dug out the image data from more than 20 years ago to investigate how many people passed through the process. , How many ears and eyes are simply impossible to count. As long as the K of Spades deliberately inquires, this matter can never be concealed, and it is reasonable to follow the vine to find out.

But why did it come so quickly and how is it possible? !

Yan Yan didn't have time to think about it. He quickly got up and put on his clothes, grabbed the car keys, opened the door and rushed to the next door, banging the door a few times: "Old Qi! Wake up!"

Inside the door, Qi Sihao snored loudly, showing no sign of waking up.

Yan Xun said in her heart that I would fuck your ancestors, and there was no time to hesitate now, so she grabbed the doorknob with both hands and resisted force with one foot. The posture was at the textbook level of the police academy, only to hear a dull screeching sound, the door latch was cracked by the pressure, and then he pushed the door and broke in!

"Varied"

Qi Sihao finally woke up, and before he could say half a word in a daze, Juli pressed his mouth on his lips and almost lost his breath: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu?!"

Yan Yan pressed his index finger to his lips, which was an extremely severe silent motion, and then released his hand under Qi Sihao's terrified gaze.

"You are..."

"Shut up and follow me." Yan Yan lowered her voice, and every word that followed made Qi Sihao's heart skip a beat: "Here comes the king of spades."

"These two days? No strangers have passed by in the past two days, and no cars have come over halfway up the mountain. Every household in our place sells goods well..."

The door of the guest house opened, and the village chief nodded and bowed to invite the group of people in, and the boss's family greeted them uneasily. Applejack's feet in hard-soled short boots crossed the threshold. As soon as he entered the house, he sniffed and said casually, "It smells like smoke."

The boss's son put down his cell phone early, took out the cigarette case, and saluted a cigarette with a smile.

"I said earlier that there is a fixed amount of goods every year. Big brother said that there are so many. You are willing to sell them together or not. Several roads in the southwest area have been cut off. Fortunately, you are surrounded by mountains... yo," Ajie took the cigarette and took two puffs, keenly aware of something, and raised his eyelids: "—Everyone in your village Are you pumping soft Chinese? Too much oil and water?"

The village chief was heartbroken by his meaningful tone. Just as he was about to defend himself, the young man who respected cigarettes interjected: "No, no, how dare we play tricks? This cigarette is given by the people who lodged in Jin'er County!"

There are always many tricks on the shipping pipeline. Ajie was just casually scare the house, but when he heard the word "Xianli", his expression changed immediately: "Someone?"

He turned to the village chief, frowned and said, "When I asked you just now, didn't you say that no strangers have entered the village for the past two days?"

"Yes, yes, not a stranger, he is the leader of the poverty alleviation project in the county, and he also has a secretary." The village chief immediately explained: "It seems that he is quite young and has no style, just temporarily stay for one night, and it will be bright tomorrow. Just go, it's alright!"

young?

There seemed to be a sudden chill in the atmosphere, Ajie narrowed his eyes and stared at the village chief suspiciously: "...what does it look like?"

Ajie's face itself has a bit of a Southeast Asian appearance, and he may have been on the road for a long time, giving people a cold and fierce feeling between his eyes. The village chief was so fixedly locked by his eyes that cold sweat oozes from his back, and he hurriedly gestured: "Probably...probably so tall, especially tall. He is in his thirties, and he looks quite tough..."

Ajay breathed out silently.

Not to mention his appearance is "tough", it is impossible for Jiang Ting to be this height.

"The secretary is quite old and wears leather shoes with a straight stomach... Oh yes, the car they drive is still parked in the yard! Look!"

This description of the appearance dispelled Ajie's last doubts, but out of caution, he followed the village chief out of the gate and saw a Wuling Hongguang parked next to the kitchen outside the yard. Yeah, the tires are all splashed with mud on the body.

The village chief rubbed his hands uneasily and stood beside him. Applejack turned on the flashlight and glanced at the old cab.

Obviously nothing, but his eyelids suddenly began to twitch gently.

It just so happened that Jiang Ting left Jianning here, and the county leader came over there?

He stood there without saying a word, no one dared to move around him, and he could only hear the wind whistling from halfway up the mountain for a while. After about a few minutes, Applejack finally moved, and turned around heavily: "Call someone..."

click.

It was actually just a very slight sound, but it was slightly obvious in the silence, and Applejack raised his head instantly:

"who?"

No one noticed except him, and the air froze for a while. Under the watchful eyes of the public, Ajie was holding the gun in his lower back, like a beast smelling the scent in the dark night, and hurried forward gently——