Chapter 136

Night palace KTV.

"Love to love when you die -not to be vividly unhappy"

Yan Yan walked into the box, waved his hand to let the waiter retreat, and then closed the door of the backhand. The sound of various ghost crying and wolf on the outside of the corridor suddenly became smaller.

There are several empty bottles on the coffee table, and the cigarette butt and lemon peel sprinkled half a table. Yang Meiguang curled up on the sofa with one hand on the forehead, her hair was scattered, and the white mink slipped from her white shoulder to the sofa armrest.

"How?" At the door, she immediately raised the red and swollen eyes and asked hoarsely.

Yan Yan did not answer, picked up only half of the bottle left, cut a small piece of lemon into the bottle mouth, and drank two mouthfuls before wiping his mouth and shaking his head.

Yang Mei sat straight: "What do you mean?"

"The news came from Myanmar, and the local police officers surrounding the temples of the mountain area were counterattacked during the encirclement.

Yang Mei's face was pale.

"Wu Tun was caught by spagnium K, and Jiang stopped."

The box was dead, and Yang Mei's red residual lips trembled slightly. saw Yan Yan standing in the middle of the room and drank a full bottle of wine in a mouthful, and then gently put the empty bottle on the coffee table.

"You drink less, don't stay up late, eat more." Yan Yan calmly said, "The body is your own, you have to maintain it well."

"... Are you not in a hurry?" Yang Mei asked incredibly: "Brother Jiang falls in a drug dealer, I don't know what is experiencing at this moment, and it may be exposed at any time. ... You are not in a hurry? You can still eat it?! Do you know how perverted the person is the person?!! He is simply a natural anti -society- "

"I know. But we can't do it, you have to recognize this fact."

Yang Mei stared at him as if he never knew Yan Yan.

"The hardest thing for people is to accept ourselves incompetence. Even if we are anxious, anxious, we ca n’t eat it, and we ca n’t improve the status quo. That is the greatest comfort to them. "

Yang Meitong's red eyes appeared again: "But, but ..."

Yan Yan sighed, reached out and crossed the coffee table, rubbing Yang Mei's messy hair.

"Only by forcing yourself to maintain the best state at any time can you catch it when the opportunity comes. Even if it is just a slightest, it may become an opportunity for the final turn. You know?"

Yang Mei sat froze, and saw Yan Yan smiled, and stood up again.

He has changed a lot compared to Yang Meng's first time. Yang Mei remembers that he is handsome, walking with the wind, bounce the Swiss military knife, slap in the bar on the bar, and let me say that I have a bloody Mary, and you will pour me a spoon of black dog blood now. The generous arrogance overflowed from every pore of his body, and in the nightclub of the drunk gold fans, it was like an automatic glowing body everywhere.

But now the glory has settled down, deeper and restrained, becoming a calm breath hidden in the bones. Only the micro -fabrics under the corner of his eyes can vaguely show a hint of emotions.

"I'm back," Yan Yan nodded and turned to the door.

"……and many more!"

Yan Yan stepped up.

"Brother Jiang ... Brother Jiang has been waiting for you." Yang Mei looked at his long and strong back, choked and asked, "You will pick him back, right?"

"Even if he doesn't wait for me, I will bring him back." Yan Yan said lightly and opened the door out of the box.

In the early morning of the mountains and forests, the birds were singing together, and the morning cricket gradually faded up the mountainside, and the water vapor floated in the green jungle at the foot of the mountain. The jeep of the village mouth is connected, and dozens of horses are carrying back and forth between the houses and the team. It is full of knives and ammunition and a box of boxes of "white goods".

Jiang Po stood under the shade of the tree, with a jacket on his shoulders, and saw two bodyguards dragging a non -adult -shaped guy -Wu Tun.

The yellow monk's clothes of Wu Tuntu were all blood stains, and a robe sleeve was empty. The whole face was black and gray. Jiang Pu stared indifferently at him from far away. Until recently, he suddenly saw Wu swallow his eyelids flipping, his eyes turned out of his pupils, and he stared at Jiang Pu like a ghost.

Suddenly, the two of them collided, Jiang stopped his eyes, and his eyes were all indifferent.

"#￥%#!" Myanmar's body darts scolded a few words, throwing Wu Wang into the back seat.

Jiang stopped and walked towards the big house, and stood up before he took a step -some time when he was behind him.

It's Ajie.

Ajie black vest camouflage pants, holding the arms with both arms, the muscles of the arms are particularly powerful, and there are several light scars on the light brown skin. He was scratched by the shrews during the police around the police last night. He wore only a show gloved glove and the other hand was wrapped in the bandage.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Jiang stopped sideways, but was caught by Ajie's elbow at the moment of passing.

"Is it you last night?"

Jiang stopped with a tilted head and was a little farther away. The eyes were clear, and it was clearly silent: "Are you sick?"

"The police happened to catch up with that time, and it was just behind my ambush hillside. Coincidentally, they also prepared high -fire machine guns. The report and approval of the layer cannot get so heavy fire weapons, which means that the police have taken our action plan for a long time. "

Ajie's body was slightly leaning, almost posted in Jiang Po's ear, and gently said with a word: "Is that you?"

Although it is a question, it is a statement of statement.

Many people in the teams not far away glanced at each other, but they dared not look at it, and quickly rushed away.

Jiang Shun said, "Go to cure if you are sick." Then he pulled out his elbow and walked towards the village.

However, the next second he was strangled from the back, and Ajie dragged him to the trees halfway. Jiang Pu took a back with his footsteps and almost tripped by the bush. It wasn't until the soil road that he was pushed to the tree, and then his neck was held by a powerful hand.

The two were not half an inch apart, Ajie's warning was low: "I was a big life last night, but I can't be the next time."

"..."

"I don't know what the elder brother thinks, but you are not really doing things. We can all see this. Honestly, the life is good, and the life is better than the toss, do you understand?"

Jiang Po returned to calmly: "Do you have evidence?"

Ajie does not answer.

The evidence is certainly not. The fierce gun battle occurred like lightning, and after a few minutes, it was rushed to end. There was no time or a condition to capture any of the Pang State Police. All questions could only be based on doubt.

The corner of the lip of Jiang Po slowly provokes a delicate and sullen arc: "By the way ..."

Ajie was puzzled, but saw that he raised his eyebrows and asked with such a smile: "... even if you have evidence, what about it?"

"you!"

At that time, Ajie's palm was subconsciously forceful, Jiang stopped his neck and was stuck, trachea spasm, and suddenly coughing!

He didn't take long for pneumonia. This cough was shocking, and even blood stars were stunned. Ajie was slightly shocked, and hurriedly let go, and saw Jiang Po kneeling on the ground halfway, holding the ground with one hand, covering his lips with one hand, and shuddered with a fierce shoulder.

"..." Ajie stepped back and stabilized: "What's going on?!"

"Cough! Cough, cough -Keke !!"

The drama stopped suddenly, and Jiang Pai seemed to spray from his throat, and he saw that the blood wire was stunned from his fingers!

"... Come! Come!" Ajie rushed towards Tu Lu, and drank a few Ma Zi who came to the voice: "Call the doctor in the village, hurry up!"

After half an hour.

Jiang Ting Heyi leaned on the back seat of the off-road vehicle and closed his eyes slightly. The only Burmese doctor in the nearby Shili Baxiang was talking to a bodyguard. After a while, the bodyguard nodded to indicate that he understood, and said briefly in Chinese: "He said there is no major problem, but he should smoke less."

Jiang Ting opened his eyes and exhaled, mocking: "Nonsense."

The Myanmar doctor looked blank.

Jiang Ting gave up and asked the bodyguard casually, "I'm thirsty, do you have warm water?"

The bodyguard nodded and wanted to leave, but seeing that the doctor was still slowly packing the suitcase, Fang Pian J's warning sounded, he couldn't help but hesitate. But after a while, Jiang Ting put his fist against his lips and coughed again. The bodyguard thought about it anyway, one of them couldn't speak Burmese, and the other couldn't listen to Chinese, so he turned around and left with confidence.

He got out of the car with his front foot, and Jiang Ting suddenly raised his eyelids.

The doctor who was sitting on the side and slowly packing the medicine box was about to get up, but Jiang Ting whispered, "Don't move, don't look at me."

It was clearly in Chinese, but the doctor lowered his head like a mirror, still packing his things.

"Eighty miles east of Maocun Village, Yaoshan, China, there are 'new goods' underground, which will be traded with 'Hawker' in a week." Jiang Ting remained seated, his head turned inward, and he could not be seen from the car window His lips moved slightly, and his voice was as soft as a whisper, but the weight of every word was astonishingly heavy:

"very urgent."

The doctor tapped his finger on the box three times, indicating that he knew it.

Jiang Ting said, "Be careful."

The doctor picked up the packed medicine box and got out of the car, and finally spit out three hoarse Chinese characters: "You too."

The door opened and closed, and the small space around was quiet again, as if nothing had happened. Jiang Ting was leaning against the car window alone, and a bodyguard would come to deliver water. He took the medicine with the water as usual, and suddenly remembered something:

"By the way, what time is it, when do you leave?"

"There are still some things that have not been counted..." The bodyguard did not know why.

Jiang Ting seemed impatient: "Go and ask Wen Shao."

The bodyguard had to take orders and go.

Jiang Ting continued to stay in the car with his eyes closed, his facial muscles relaxed and his expression calm. Even if a professional psychologist came with a magnifying glass, it was impossible to find the slightest nervousness or anxiety on his face.

However, minutes passed by, and in the blink of an eye, the bodyguards had been gone for more than half an hour, but there was no sign of speaking back. Jiang Ting finally opened his eyes and looked out the window, only to see that there was something wrong with the crowd gathered in twos and threes in the open space not far from the convoy near the village.

... something happened?

Jiang Ting narrowed his eyes, and while he was pondering, the car window behind him suddenly knocked twice. When he turned around, he saw that the car door had been opened from the outside, but it was not the bodyguard who appeared outside the door - it was Qin Chuan!

As if some worst premonition had come true, Jiang Ting's heart sank suddenly, but there was no abnormality on his face: "What's the matter?"

Qin Chuan's demeanor was slightly different from usual, and he did not pretend to greet each other, but made a "please" gesture: "Follow me."

Jiang Ting was unmoved: "What's the matter?"

The two stood and sat, facing each other for a while, and finally Qin Chuan smiled slowly:

"The village doctor just sent a message on his mobile phone and was caught by me. The king of spades told you to come over and ask a few questions."

In an instant, Jiang Ting's pupils were extremely dilated!

But then he calmed down, stood on the ground in front of Qin Chuan, adjusted his collar, and then said in a deep voice, "Okay." Then he took the lead and walked towards the big house.

Snapped!

The sound of loud leather whip breaking through the air, which made people tighter. The Tongmu floor of the big house was soaked by blood, and the village doctor was beaten all over the body. Even the strength of the climbing was gone, and then there was a whip -snap!

Blood foam splashed to the ground, and the thug pulled up the collar of the village doctor: "What did you send? Who told you?!"

"..." The village doctor said a few Burmese words in the mouth.

That should not be the answer that the fighter hopes, because immediately he was hit to the ground with his head, and the torture of the torture slapped him fiercely, only listening! With a sound, the village doctor sprayed a few broken teeth!

"Don't say? What did you post out?!"

"He held a mobile phone on the mountainside. Qin Chuan was too late to discover a few people. He was thrown into the mountain stream by him. Later, they went up to search and found the signal of the Myanmar police in the valley to enhance the signal enhancement. Yiyi. "Blast K paont pause, slowly:" Ajie has arranged villagers to go down to fish for mobile phones. "

The network signal in the village is extremely poor. Many times, you can only connect with the vehicle satellite communication, but the information can be intercepted by the team. If Myanmar police enter this area, they can only carry their own communication equipment.

Jiang Po stared at the village doctor rolling on the ground like a blood gourd in front of him, "Can you find it?"

"It is also fragmented, and the possibility of recovery of data is not much high."

"..."

"Jiang Po," Blast K looked at him gentle and authentic, "They said that the doctor who had been alone before passing the news was you."

Jiang Po does not say anything.

"Do you have something to say to me?"

Except for increasingly loud whipping and more dumb pain, no one was talking around. But the other bodyguards couldn't stop the glances here, but they couldn't hide it. During the sparkling, it was full of murderous murder.

After a long time, Jiang stopped and laughed at his eyes: "What do you want me to say?"

Blinks K said: "Speed, clarify, explain, begging for mercy, sophistry, it doesn't matter, what to say. My brother, I can't play too much trick."

"That's because you have set me sin in your heart, so it's not necessary to say anything, right?"

Wen Yan looked at him with a smile.

Jiang Pu was too lazy to talk to him again, and stepped forward. At this time, the thug was whip, and a scoop was splashed on the wall with a minced meat. The village doctor, who could not even send it out, twitched and squeezed out a scream!

Layers of blood are infiltrated with each brick and stone in the house, and each inch of wall seams dye the sandy soil cement into a never -faded purple red.

Jiang stopped half a squat, and the village doctor didn't know that he had broken a few bones, twisted as an adult shape, and he kept making a "huh" blood sound in his throat.

"Come me out," Jiang stopped flat.

The village doctor's sight was scattered.

"They believe that the person who is linked to you is me. When people are willing to believe in one thing, there is no important evidence. So if you provide me, you can not only live for a while, but also protect the police's true undercover. "

"..."

"However," Jiang stopped the voice, and although it was very mild, it was very mild, and the sound that everyone could hear continued: "You have been lurking in the village for so long, but it is suddenly discovered today. Is there a little doubt? In the end, it is just a coincidence that luck is exhausted, or because of other reasons you can't imagine, you have to think about it. "

The expression on the village doctor's blood stains seemed to have changed.

Jiang Shun said, "I think you don't seem to be able to survive today, but even if you go on the road, do you have to be a clear ghost -what do you say?"

Everyone in the room had different expressions, and only heard the heavy breathing of the village doctor. After a full half -rooted smoke, I heard the village doctor intermittently squeezed out a sound: "... pen ..."

His teeth had been knocked out and he was struggling to speak.

As soon as the K of spades winked, his men immediately sent pen and paper.

The village doctor grabbed the pencil with his blood-stained hand, and at that moment, an extremely warm light burst out from the depths of his pupils, and he gave Jiang Ting a desperate look. Then he turned over, lay down in front of the white paper on the ground, and slowly raised his head to scan the faces of everyone in the room.

As if they felt something, these bodyguards who were used to seeing dead people actually felt a little cold, and a few people even shivered under their clothes, and then they saw the village doctor's vision stopped.

——It was fixed on Qin Chuan's face in the crowd.

There were whispering discussions, and suddenly I saw the village doctor lift his body, and his heart-piercing roar exploded like thunder: "—If you say good things are successful, go back and ask for the reward, you think that if you kill me, no one will be able to keep an eye on you. A traitor!!"

Qin Chuan was stunned.

"You must not die well! You must not die well! You must not die well—!!"

All of a sudden, the air was silent. Immediately afterwards, no one expected the village doctor to move so fast and so ruthlessly, holding the pencil in both hands and piercing his throat with a slap!

The blood centered on the throat, criss-crossed down, and quickly accumulated a dark red blood pool on the ground. The next second, the village doctor's lifeless corpse smashed to the ground, and after twitching twice, it stopped moving.

He no longer felt any pain, and his soul was freed from the torture of life as death, and floated up into the void.

However, his eyes were wide open, as if he wanted to continue to look at things in this world that were more important than life and death.

"..." The surroundings were dead silent.

Jiang Ting lowered his head, as if stunned.

"That..." After a long while, Qin Chuan's voice finally rang out, and he spread his hands at the king of spades, his face full of inexplicable: "Although I really want to express my innocence... but his logic doesn't make sense at all, and I don't need to explain it. Everyone understands, right?"

The king of spades did not speak.

Jiang Ting stood up slowly, almost using all his strength to release the fingers that were tightly squeezed into the palm of his sleeve, without saying a word.

Everyone looked unpredictable, and it seemed that there was some kind of paradoxical force that gradually evacuated the oxygen and squeezed everyone's lungs into an extremely distorted shape.

The stalemate lasted for several minutes, and finally Qin Chuan sighed and muttered: "Well, it seems that there is indeed another suspect now... Who will tell me what to do next? To be honest, this kind of I've never experienced it before, it's so fucking exciting."

The king of spades beckoned, and Jiang Ting stepped forward without saying a word.

"This kind of thing does happen occasionally, but fortunately we have a way to distinguish the facts." Spade K's tone was unusually calm, as if the dead body on the ground had no emotional impact on him at all. Then he added:

"In other words, the two of you have one last chance to defend yourself."

Qin Chuan tilted his head to look at Jiang Ting, who only stared at his feet.

The king of spades raised his chin at his confidant bodyguard: "What I prepared just now, get another copy and bring it up."

The bodyguard left in response, and appeared at the door of the big house again after a while, only this time with a tray in his hand.

"I know you guys are more opposed to this, but this is the last way I can choose. Don't worry, it's just a little bit, it won't kill the beginner immediately."

The bodyguard strode closer across the threshold. As the things in his hand became clearer, Jiang Ting and Qin Chuan's expressions were unstoppable: those were two syringes.

The syringe is a slightly cloudy white liquid. Although it is only a few milliliters, all those who have been exposed to drugs will never be unfamiliar with it——

That's heroin.

K of spades stood in place with folded arms, looking at the two of them in turn, and seemed a little regretful: "Do you want me to ask someone to help, or do you do it yourself?"