Breaking Through the Clouds: 134.Chapter 134

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China-Burma border.

Outside Guigai town, it is covered in mountainous area.

An off-road vehicle under the scorching sun crossed the mountain road, bumping up and down, and finally stopped at the gate of the monastery against the scorching sun. A few Burmese people jumped out of the car and took out a few large cardboard boxes from the back of the car. Inside, there were various kinds of water and tobacco, and they were expertly carried across the courtyard on their shoulders.

The driver came under the yew tree in the front yard and bowed his body respectfully: "Uncle Wu Tun."

An old monk with a thin body and a slightly stooped back was wearing a khaki robes, sitting on a chair in the shade of the tree, swallowing the clouds and mist, slowly oh, and pointed to the top of the rugged hill outside the courtyard wall: " Are you still there?"

The driver nodded: "Still."

Wu Tun is actually less than seventy years old, but the flesh on both sides of his cheeks is drooping, deep wrinkles bring down the corners of his eyes, and his slightly cataractous eyes are yellowish and blurry, looking like more than eighty. Maybe it was because there were too many fights and killings in the Golden Triangle in the early years. Compared with the average old people, the appearance and charm have changed a lot, always with a little cunning and fierce appearance.

"I gave the order, and called the greeting, it was useless." Wu Tun flicked the soot and said, "The police in Shan State have never been so difficult to be entangled this time!"

The driver whispered: "It is said that the border defense has exerted a lot of pressure..."

Wu Tun said nothing, half of his body was covered by the mist of opium smoke. The driver waited for him eagerly. After a long while, the old man finally moved, got up and down from the chair, stretched his waist, and then pointed to the subordinates who came out of the temple one after another after moving things:

"When you ask them to come here next time, you don't have to send anything."

The driver was taken aback, and then he understood: "Understood!"

Wu Tun gave a "Well" and waved his hand, and the driver took his men back out carefully.

The yard was quiet again, and insects crowed from a distance in the green shade. The big drug lords who have been riding in South Asia for decades put opium cigarettes in their mouths and looked at the mountains in the distance:

"This bunch of waste in Shan State..."

Regardless of whether it is the local police or the Burmese military police who monitor and surround him, it can only cause a little trouble at best, and it is not the most difficult problem for him. As long as the murderous son who burned three monasteries in a row is not there, as long as the rascals don’t know where he is...

Wu Tun narrowed his old eyes and let out a sneer.

·

Jianning.

Yan Xi finally removed his hand from his face, he coughed to suppress the boiling emotions, he had already pinched two red marks on the eyebrows, "What information?"

Lu Ju said: "Wu Tun's hiding place."

——Wu Tun!

There was a rush of water outside the door, that was Lu Ju’s wife washing dishes in the kitchen. In fact, usually these kinds of trivial things are hired by hourly workers, but today I used a pressure cooker to make braised pork, and my wife could not bear to leave a large pot of soup in the sink waiting for hourly workers to come home. Lu Ju was busy following Yan Xiu and fled in. In the study, his wife had to personally get started with angrily.

The familiar sound of washing dishes made Yan Xi not mindful. He rubbed his nose to conceal the soreness in his nasal cavity and asked: "Jiang Ting told me which temple Wu Tun was hidden in?"

"Jiang Ting told me that when he was preparing for the start of Operation 1009, he used encrypted emails to report various developments to Wu Tun in Myanmar. This is the same as when you first came back from Yuanlong Gorge. The confession given by the hall is also the same, remember?"

Yan Xiu's heart sank slightly: "Remember."

This was what Jiang Ting told him in the valley in front of the king of spades. Because of this, Operation 1009 changed from an unfortunately failed anti-drug operation to an unfortunately failed drug dealer. black.

Yan Xi didn’t know what others would say, but he couldn’t deceive his own feelings and conscience-whether this is the case for the more than a dozen drug police officers who sacrificed that year, or for the more implicated policemen and their families, These are all unbearable deceptions and blows.

"According to data restoration of computers and mobile phones that Jiang has disabled, we did find these emails. But one thing Jiang Ting didn’t tell you was that a virus program was inserted when certain emails were encrypted. Once the email is decrypted, the virus will be automatically implanted into the recipient’s computer. As long as Wu Tun replies, the virus can pass through several layers of proxy servers and lock the geographic location where the email is sent."

"..." Yan Xiu was stunned: "That is to say..."

"Wu Tun and his direct gang, who have been rich in the Golden Triangle for decades, are old-fashioned drug dealers in the rivers and lakes, and it is easy to get hooked on this new thing." Lu Ju saw through at a glance. Yan Xiu's thoughts said: "The addresses Wu Tun returned to Jiang Ting are all concentrated in the Gide Mountain area near Guige Town, Myanmar. These addresses were recorded by Jiang Ting and sent to Yue Guangping."

The breath choking in his throat instantly fell back to his chest cavity with his heart, and half of Yan Xi's back was numb, and he only heard the narration of Jiang Ting mixed in the mountain breeze in his ears: "Everything prepared for 1009 Each step was reported to Wu Tun via encrypted email. He also said at the time...heh, heh, heh!...He expressed his understanding..."

He coughed so violently that the king of spades looked back at him, but no one knew why he stuck the accent on the word "representation."

Until the most life-and-death and most helpless moment, he was still trying to convey the message. How did he feel at that time?

Have he ever been disappointed with his lover?

Yan Xi's lips trembled, and he couldn't speak. Lu Ju blinked his already small eyes and pushed the big tea cup forward: "Would you like to drink some water to cool down?"

"..." Yan Xiu waved his hand to indicate no need, and asked hoarsely: "In other words, the temple where Wu Tun hides is near Guigui?"

"Gui Ge is one of the most drug-prone areas in Shan State. Not long ago, a truck from Gui Ge to Mandalay was found loaded with 190 million RMB worth of methamphetamine. It's just a car. The rampant local drug dealers can be seen from this." Lu Ju shook his head and said: "After learning of this precious piece of information, the public security department of our country quickly communicated with the Burmese side. The local government is very grateful to us. Beginning last week, the Burmese military police and the local drug police in Shan State have been eyeing a Buddhist temple in the Gaid Mountains area. Although they have not arrested them for a long time, they are sure that Wu Tun is hidden inside."

Yan Xiu keenly grasped the point: "Are they waiting for the opportunity?"

Lu Ju Shen said: "They are waiting for the king of spades."

Although I don't know the specific motive, the killer intention of the king of spades against U Tun is very obvious. The people on the side of U Tun must have heard about the three temples that were burned and looted in Myanmar. Now that he has got Jiang Ting, he will immediately force Wu Tun's hiding place, even if Jiang Ting's intention to delay the time, it will definitely not be as long as three weeks, presumably the king of spades has long known about covering the mountains.

So, why is the king of spades so late?

Lu Ju said: "The best guess is that Wen Shao cares about the Burmese police and dare not act rashly..."

But the possibility is really too small. The largest police command center in Myanmar is placed in China. It is almost a county public security bureau. If Han Xiaomei's level is to go to Myanmar, it would be appropriate to be a police goddess detective.

"What about the worst guess?" Yan Xi asked.

"Maybe..." Lu Ju hesitated for a moment, and swallowed the words "according to the line report" before saying: "Jiang Ting is sick."

Yan Xiu's eyes changed at that time.

"This is just my guess," Lu Bureau immediately said again: "The mountainous area is more than 200 kilometers away from the border. The jungle environment is very complicated, so the terrain and other factors are more likely."

"..." Yan Xi glared at him.

"In short, Wen Shao will definitely attack the temple in the near future. As soon as he shows up, the Shan State police who are already prepared will do it immediately." Lu Ju patted Yan Xiu's shoulder, and said earnestly: "I Knowing that you want Jiang Ting to come back, alas, our older generations don’t understand and don’t want to interfere with your young people’s love, love, such and that kind of feelings... But one thing is beyond doubt, we also hope that Jiang Ting can come back alive, Shen Zhen Zhaoxue."

Yan Xi was silent for a long time. Because of his exhaustion of running around for days, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, which made his brow bones and bridge of nose even more solitary, like a hard Jin Ge.

"I understand," he finally said, "I believe in you."

Lu Ju nodded solemnly.

It's getting late, Yan Xiu got up and said goodbye. Lu Ju, who had been delayed by him for almost an hour to play chess, waved his hand to get out of him. Suddenly he remembered something like: "Hey wait, this. Put down this thing in your hand."

Yan Xi lowered his head, holding the silver portable hard drive in his palm: "What are you doing?"

General Lu Ju came up bumpy and grabbed the hard drive: "What? You lead me to go to the property company to be responsible. The program is the program. If you say that you are not allowed to leak secrets, when the public security discipline is a play What?"

Yan Xi's eyebrows twitched, his face a little weird.

Lu Ju took out the envelope, and as soon as he was about to put the hard drive in, he saw Yan Xiuqiang with a smile and said, "That...Lu Ju, the contract law stipulates that there is a cooling-off period for the acquisition of a company..."

Lu Ju: "?"

Yan Xi tapped the hard drive with a finger and said with a smile: "So you will be bluffed by the empty city plan." Then he hurriedly got out of the study.

"..." Lu Ju was full of question marks on his forehead, his eyelids jumped vigorously, and finally couldn't help but connect the hard drive to the computer and clicked on the video file.

The next moment, exciting music played, and colored lights gleamed on the screen. Three animated loli with big heads, big eyes and small bodies leaped up, and then a line of big characters lit up——

The Powerpuff Girls, 52 episodes in total.

Lu Ju: "………………"

A few seconds later, Lu Ju opened the door cryingly: "You are a fetal **** with the last name Yan!!"

Yan Xi immediately ran away from the corridor.

·

It is covered with mountains and vast forests.

Hundreds of villages are scattered in this uninterrupted mountain range, and most of them rely on logging, animal husbandry, and poppy cultivation. This is the largest drug production area and processing site in Shan State. Every household is equipped with hunting guns. Whenever the local government sends people to encircle and suppress, the locals will fight back with firepower. If they fail to fight, they will simply escape into the deep mountains and old forests. After the government troops are withdrawn, they will come back to continue planting yew and poppy fields, repeating things from generation to generation.

Cows and sheep are strolling in the village, dust is raised on the dirt road, and there are large green fields on both sides. A small truck, the most common in the area, was parked on the hillside with a telescope protruding from the window.

At noon, cooking smoke rose, and the village gradually became empty.

The telescope was finally taken away, and Qin Chuan threw it on the back seat.

"Tell you boss, it's not time yet. The waves of 9:00, 9:30, 10:30, and eleven in the morning are not locals. The police have not given up monitoring here."

The two horses in the car looked at each other.

The driver in the driver's seat has always been unconvinced with him. He opened his mouth with a Southwestern accent: "Why do you say that?"

"I have been a policeman for more than ten years. No one knows the flaws of plain clothes better than me. The sleeves, buttons, shoelaces and belt buckles are all exposed points." Qin Chuan lazily said: "These people's clothes The pants look ordinary, but the buttons on the back pockets are all the same. They are of a uniform standard, so they are not locals, but plainclothes policemen."

The driver was stunned.

"Go back," Qin Chuan said flatly in the eyes of several horses who had obviously changed. "The plainclothes just turned his head back when he turned, and they began to have doubts."

·

The truck crossed the rugged road, with undulating mountains on both sides. After half an hour, people finally appeared on the edge of the jungle that was heavily covered, and the front window of the car suddenly opened up.

A small village with only a few dozen households is located halfway up the mountain, tiled houses and wooden buildings are scattered, and off-road vehicles surround the village in thick green. The truck finally turned off in front of the village, Qin Chuan got out of the car door, squinted his eyes and looked up, and he couldn't help but "yo":

"Rare guests."

——On the second floor of the wooden building in front of him, Jiang Ting stood by the handrail, with a cigarette in one hand, looking at him condescendingly.

The deep and shallow greens of the mountains in the distance overlapped, the sound of insects undulated, and the wind from further away sent the faint sound of waterfalls. Jiang Ting took out the cigarette case, Qin Chuan leaned his back on the wooden railing, and finally lit one, and smiled: "I haven't smoked a cigarette for months, and I'm almost quitting."

"Why?"

Qin Chuan took a long sigh of enjoyment before saying: "Maybe it's because I don't have yours. In an environment surrounded by various drugs every day, I dare not worry about the treatment of smoking cigarettes in my pocket."

Jiang Ting glanced at him mockingly, Qin Chuan didn't even move his eyebrows.

This is the first meeting between the two of them since the night Qin Chuan was arrested from his home. However, even if an enemy who does not share the heavens meets in such a desperate journey, it will inevitably give birth to a strange sympathy.

"How is it going?"

"It's okay."

"You don't look like a patient who has just recovered from pneumonia," Qin Chuan raised his chin on the half of the smoke in Xiang Jiang's hand.

Jiang Ting said: "You don't look like a policeman who has just finished his anti-drug career for more than ten years."

"Tsk," Brother Qin Chuan laughed happily: "Are you talking about each other, right?"

Jiang Ting ignored the vague edge in this remark, and Qin Chuan didn't care. He turned to ask: "Hey-since you are here, does it mean that everything is ready now, your boss is ready to do something to your boss' father Up?"

Jiang Ting smokes silently, and the shade of the trees shades the sun into a greenish color, making his complexion even colder. No one could see what he was thinking. After a while, he pointed his cigarette **** towards the distant hill and asked, "Do you know what I was looking at?"

"..."

"Borderline."

Qin Chuan turned his head and looked in the direction he was pointing.

"The China-Myanmar border is 2,184 kilometers long, with 402 border stakes, and countless inspection sites. However, the extremely complex jungle terrain makes the smuggling of drugs, jade, and wild animals very convenient, and smuggling is even more difficult to contain. There are many ferry crossings on the border of Muse, and you can cross the border with a small boat. The Chinese were deceived by the'high-paid labor' to go to Myanmar to search for gold, and the Burmese secretly came to China to sell fake jade and fake jade. In the end, most of these people were tricked into underground casinos to work , Taking drugs, getting beaten, sharing a small packet of **** mixed with lime powder with drug friends from various countries in Southeast Asia. Sharing drug needles made them infected with HIV, giving birth to children of Chinese and Burmese descent, who were born with HIV. When they were a few years old or teenagers, they developed the disease and died of ulcers. Both the Chinese and Myanmar governments provide free AIDS drug treatment, but it is useless at all. In many villages, people who do not take drugs are regarded as heretics and know how to use them. Tobacco, alcohol, food, etc. mixed with ingredients are used to pull people into the water. AIDS is rampant throughout the village, and it is passed on from generation to generation, without end."

Jiang Ting lowered his head and knocked the soot. Qin Chuan narrowed his eyes and asked, "Are you familiar with these?"

"Because this situation also exists in the southwest region. Daliang Mountain, Yuanlong Gorge..." Jiang Ting paused, and a moment later he laughed at himself: "...Yongkang Village."

Qin Chuan raised his eyebrows, nodded in silence, took the last few puffs of cigarettes, and then changed his hands to put out the cigarette butts on the wooden fence.

"I sympathize with the status quo in Yongkang Village." He stood up and said, "But there are some things you should not force."

He put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked in. At this moment, the wooden stairs creaked, and Ajie came up: "What are you talking about, so happy?"

Qin Chuan turned his head, Jiang Ting still turned his back to them, and said nothing.

"Inquire about wages and benefits." Qin Chuan smiled, "When will I leave this ghost place with amazing mosquitoes."

Ajie's eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly he heard Qin Chuan think of something: "Oh, yes." He stepped forward and pulled out a nine-two style from the holster on Ajie's thigh, and shook it. Akira: "Is it finally returned to its original owner?"

"..."

A few steps away, Jiang Ting's hands suddenly paused, and his pupils tightened.

Qin Chuan puts the hand that did not pull the safety latch|pointed the gun at Ajie’s forehead, and smiled: "—Hang!" Then he inserted the gun into his back, and smiled in Ajie’s mentally ill eyes. Go far.