Oooooooooooo-
Under the bustling neon lights, busy cars dodged, and the red and blue police lights escorted the ambulance to the speed, and then stopped abruptly in the sharp friction. The open space in front of the emergency building instantly turned into a spilled oil pan. Dozens of detectives roared and rushed out of the car. Well-trained medical staff had pushed the emergency bed and rushed forward, putting a blood-stained stretcher on. Took it.
"Hello everyone, this is the XX news platform. According to the latest news, the provincial police and border armed police have launched a fierce gun battle with a group of cross-border armed drug lords. The highway has been blocked. Now we are in front of the emergency access door of the Municipal People’s Hospital. ……Damn!"
The female reporter screamed in shock and staggered. The microphone crashed and fell to the ground, but the photographer was pushed away by the police before he could help him: "What the hell is the media running so fast? Stop shooting!"
The photographer was squeezed to the point: "We have the right to report..." He was interrupted by the head nurse hoarse before finishing saying: "The wounded lost too much blood! Not enough whole blood! Notify the blood room for emergency blood preparation!"
"The situation is very dangerous, the blood pressure is still dropping!!"
"Prepare for celiac angiography, hurry, hurry!!"
...
The surroundings were boiling. At this moment, I saw the dean rushing out of the duty room with his clothes in three steps and two steps to catch up. Before he could get a firm foothold, he was held back by someone: "——Feng Ju?!"
The director of the dignified city public security has never been so embarrassed. His usual meticulous gray hair spreads out, his police uniform is covered with dark red blood, his presbyopic lenses are split in half, and the director is frightened: "You, Feng Yes……"
"At all costs, we must save it." The old director was full of black blood and mud in his nails, clinging to the dean's hand, panting and shaking violently: "This person has been in ambush on our secret front for twelve years. ......Twelve years! You must save him for me, otherwise, otherwise——!"ωωω.九九九xs.com
The dean's heart tightened in the bloody words of the old leader. At this moment, he suddenly burst out sharply from a short distance: "Doctor, the doctor is not good!"
The panicked ending was full of ominous, and Feng Ju suddenly looked back.
The focus of all eyes on the emergency bed, the unimaginable huge pain made the young man try his best to lift his upper body, seeming to want to grab the last ethereal vitality from the void, but was held down by the dead claws of death. His whole body was convulsed, his handsome face was distorted and deformed, and his chest collapsed due to his sudden puffing; he was unconscious, his veins were knotted, and blood kept flowing down his chest, abdomen, and limbs. Even the nurse who desperately tried to hold him was soaked with redness. .
The female reporter watched, forgetting the struggle, the truly tragic scene made her mind blank.
The man caught by death looked very young and even beautiful. He is very different from the heroic image used in media propaganda. Maybe because of his looks, he even looks a little literary. In any case, he does not seem to be an age that can be sacrificed at gunpoint.
"Heartbeat 140 beats per minute, blood pressure seventy-five forty-five..."
"The blood oxygen saturation has dropped to 75%!"
The scream of the director of vascular surgery is particularly clear in the clamor: "Get ready for embolization!!"
...
Bang!
Bang!
Bang--
Every heartbeat resembled a behemoth approaching in the deep sea, getting faster and clearer; it stirred its eardrums violently, overwhelming the howls of the police and the doctor's gaffe.
That is actually a sign of impending cardiac arrest.
But at the moment when the death god's sickle was about to pass through his throat, his mind was unusually clear. If he had more strength, he could even say the strongest wish in his heart: let it all end, it really hurts Up.
It really hurts.
This long and endless journey has finally reached the best time it can end——
The beating curve on the heartbeat detector is getting higher and higher, getting more and more urgent, like a thin steel wire being thrown into the sky, and suddenly disappearing from the sight of everyone; the next moment, the screen suddenly pulled out a thrilling straight line, The siren rang wildly with red light!
-Cardiac Arrest!
The young man closed his eyes and fell to the emergency bed before sinking into the dark and cold deep sea.
The world was submerged by the tide, spinning away. The crying, yelling and yelling of countless people are all mixed together, twisted into abstract fragments, turning into nothingness one after another.
In the extremely quiet world, he saw the man again.
The shining white shadow passed through the frozen time and the crowd, walked to the emergency bed lightly, and looked down at him. He doesn't remember this scene in his memory, but maybe the scene before him is real, because all the details are so clear that even the reflections in each other's eyes are within reach.
...Are you really here? He thought vaguely.
The body that was seriously injured and dying suddenly became very relaxed, and all the pain was relieved and disappeared. He slowly sat up from the broken body, calmly and expectantly, reaching out to the shining white shadow.
——Are you here to pick me up?
white shadow really raised his hand, and the two clasped their five fingers, palms touching each other, as if no pain and torture had ever happened. He couldn't help smiling, but the next moment he saw those familiar eyes fixedly watching him, his eyes overflowing with a certain emotion, not the joy of reunion after a long time, but the indescribable sadness.
He was stunned, only to see Bai Ying's silent mouth:
Go back, Wu Yu——
Go back, from many years ago, from the time when all the drastic changes have not happened, you are doomed to live, go forward, through the village burned by flames, across the devastated land, and never look back——
Wu Yu panicked and pulled the transparent hand forcefully, but he couldn't say anything. white shadow finally smiled, full of softness and guilt, and then he pushed hard with his palm!
Bang!
It's actually silent, but it's like a bang, shaking everyone's ear drums.
The young man's body bounced under the electric shock and fell heavily, and his lifeless limbs suddenly twitched!
"Electricity recovery!"
"Heartbeat!"
...
Cheers, applause, hysterical cries and laughter resounded inside and outside the operating room. The deep water was penetrated by the light beam, and the invisible force in the blood sea supported him to rise until he rushed out of the sea in an uproar and was enveloped by dazzling light.
Wu Yu unconsciously opened his scarred eyes. At that moment, all the hustle and bustle went away like a low tide, only the distant sigh of the tail sound, curled up into the void.
Your name will be carved into the ground forever, and your soul will live to death--
"Feng Ju, Feng Ju!" A technical investigator hurried across the corridor, not even sweating, and handed the tablet to Feng Ju, "The latest dark web news intercepted by Net Security, released The time is less than five minutes, and the sending path is being tracked urgently, but the IP address cannot be located yet. Look!
Feng Ju lowered his head and swept away, and the smile on his face was completely frozen at the moment of lightning.
It was a web page with a pure black background. The URL link was a string of random characters and ended with .clos. The ID of the message sender was pure characters and cannot be clicked. In the center of the screen is a two-inch headless photo. In the photo, the man has a low eyebrow and a flat expression. The shape of the eyebrows and nose is very standard, like a statue template carved out of fine white ivory; the corners of the lips are naturally slightly facing. Down, hanging down quietly, as if he had never laughed in his life, his slender neck was neatly hidden in the neckline of the black shirt.
The protagonist of this photo is familiar to everyone, he just escaped in the rescue room.
"..." Feng Ju's fingers trembled, and he swiped the webpage down. As expected, only a few rows of huge red letters jumped out, and every stroke was bloody and shocking:
【Reward】
"The real name is unknown, the codename is ‘painter’, and the gender is male. The whereabouts can be tracked throughout the Golden Triangle, serving the public security in Mainland China for 12 years. The latest head reward is 108.2409BTC. The whereabouts information is rewarded 5.4121BTC."
"The implementation process needs to be recorded as evidence."
"If part of the body is provided, the appropriate price increase will be accepted, and the head will be discussed separately."
In fact, it can be foreseen, but no one expected it to come so quickly and so arrogantly.
Feng Ju's stiff hands seemed to be frozen, and it took a while for him to slowly put down the tablet while the technical investigators watched anxiously.
No one noticed the small frozen silence in the corner of the corridor.
People embraced each other, cheered and revolved up, past the cold glass windows in the operating room, past the sea of urban lights composed of thousands of households, and disappeared at the end of the horizon with the night wind, like an elegy that no one knew.
·
one year later.
Myanmar, Shan State.
The morning light enveloped the border town, and the market gradually became lively, selling tiger bones, selling fake jade, a pack of white | powder mixed with half a pack of lime, three taels of ice | poison in two taels of rock sugar, various shops They all pulled up the curtain one after another. Closed prostitutes | Women in twos and threes, wrapped in inferior perfume, cosmetics and alcohol and sweat passing the market, laughing everywhere.
"Boss Qin!" A woman twisted her eyes and laughed and asked, "How's the business? Will you come to visit us at night?"
Boss Qin wears a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, T-shirt, shorts, slippers, and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses with slender fingers. He is leaning on a lounge chair at the entrance of a shop to read a book. Little ghosts, witch gu cursed embryos, and various spell handicrafts; sandwiched between the neighbors of wholesale Ma|xanthin and the right house of sack called opium, it can be called a clear stream of literature and art.
"It's barely enough to make ends meet, how dare you be wronged?" Boss Qin raised his eyebrows and smiled lazily: "Let's talk about it later."
The women joked and shoved: "Boss Qin doesn't charge money for playing!" "Not only doesn't he charge, but he posts it!" "Come on!"
The vendors at the Manji Market quit, laughed and cursed, and for a while, most of the street was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
At this moment, the sound of engines rang from a distance, and soon overwhelmed the voices of people. Everyone looked back, and saw the shadow of a car suddenly flashing in the mist-shrouded town, and then seventeen or eight jeeps swooped down from the mountain road in all directions, rushing into the market amidst exclaim and screaming!
"What are you doing?!" "Tip?!" "XX's looking for death!"
The drug dealers all over the market were not looking for nothing. For a while, every household rushed to the streets with their soil guns, but before they had time to fire, the windows of the cars were lowered, dozens of assaults |
Several leading hawkers were immediately beaten into a sieve. In an instant, most of the street was wrapped in gunfire shrapnel and blood and blood hell, screaming and crying, bursting out, countless people panicked and fled in all directions, scattered in the blink of an eye. Clean. The dozen or so cars stopped abruptly, the tires were rubbing against the ground, and dozens of bodyguards of different skin colors rushed out of the car with assault guns, and surrounded the handicraft shop.
Immediately afterwards, the bodyguards gave way, and a tall, curvy white man walked out of the bulletproof car and smiled and took off his sunglasses:
"Enjoy your life, Qin Chuan?"
The air filled with gunpowder and blood seemed to explode. Boss Qin sat up, sighed with dozens of barrels of guns against his head, and threw the gun that had just been drawn from under the recliner: "I thought you already followed the'Mali Yana Trench’s website is so cold together, “Shark”... It’s really unfriendly that you greet people in this way, can you change it next time?"
The white man known as a shark spread his hands: "But Wen Shao is dead, and the world drug prices are shaking. No one will be in a good mood to lose hundreds of millions of dollars for no reason, don't you think?"
"I sympathize deeply, but it really has nothing to do with me." Qin Chuan immediately explained: "Mr. Wen is a regrettable performance artist. He just lacks a little luck. I am willing to use the cost of retreating from the world and living a life-long vegetarian diet. He prayed to God for a lucky afterlife..."
"Wen Shao is an atheist."
"..." Qin Chuan said helplessly: "What a pity."
"Rather than hiding on the border for a lifetime, maybe you come forward to clean up the trouble he left behind, it is a better way to commemorate him." Shark smiled and gestured, and a bodyguard immediately turned on the tablet and handed it over. Earlier, I saw a Chinese man of about 50 or 60 years old who was generally short and stout with white temples: "——Wan Changwen, do you know him?"
The corners of Qin Chuan's mouth twitched slightly.
"Wen Shao has always been my most valuable partner. He is a genius chemist, full of wisdom, honesty and not greedy. All'lanjin' are sold under the Marinaya Trench's website guarantee system, ensuring the entire The balance of the prices of all kinds of drugs on the black market.” The shark’s tone was full of polite sorrow: “However, the successor of the'Blue Gold' structure-your friend surnamed Wan, did not inherit the slightest virtue from him.”
As soon as Qin Chuan opened his mouth, he was interrupted by the shark: "153%."
"In less than two years, the world's blue gold circulation has increased by 153%, the price has been reduced by 300%, and the prices of other synthetic drugs have plunged. What is even more incomprehensible is that Mr. Wan seems to have an attitude towards old-school drug dealers. Sticking to the traditional style, there is no meaning to cooperate with the dark web."
"I respect every seller in this market, and I also respect the older generation's style of using brokers to conduct transactions, so I need you." Shark spoke politely, as if he was an educated gentleman, and could not see him at this moment. People are using dozens of guns against Qin Chuan’s head: “If you can come forward and persuade Mr. Wan to link his delivery channel to the'Marinaya Trench' from then on, then I will not only be grateful, but also Mr. Wan’s rake generously gave a part as funds for you to continue living in seclusion, being a vegetarian for life, praying to God, or doing whatever you want. This transaction is obviously very fair, what do you think? Captain Qin?"
Qin Chuan opened his mouth several times without being able to intervene, and finally sighed feebly, muttering: "It's really fair, there is only one technical problem."
The shark came interested: "What's the problem?"
"Wan Changwen's fucking dead."
Everyone thought of Qin Chuan’s reputation in a certain aspect...or word-of-mouth, the shark silently made a "oh" word, and couldn't help but verify: "So you and his mother...?"
"Wan Changwen ventured to support the coffin and returned to China, and was trapped in the territory by the police. As far as I know, he should be hiding in North China." Qin Chuan sighed again and said, "But I once sweared that unless I fell into the soil after death, otherwise. Never set foot on the national border again."
The surrounding is as quiet as death.
"So I'm sorry," Qin Chuan said helplessly, facing the black hole in front of him, "Shoot."
No one made a sound, and no one moved. The wind blew across the market and the streets were messy, and the corpses uttered a sickening smell of blood.
"..." The shark's gray-blue pupils stared at Qin Chuan unblinkingly. Those eyes made people just glance at it, and the cold would burst from the bottom of my heart.
"You told me to shoot," he repeated deeply, and asked with a smile: "Are you sure?"
Without his instructions, the man holding the tablet just swiped on the screen, and the next real-time video appeared in front of Qin Chuan——
There was a constant flow of vehicles, pedestrians one after another, and the gate on the opposite side of the road was clearly written with a blue and white sign-Jianning City Public Security Bureau. The camera paused for two seconds, seeming to have deliberately given Qin Chuan a chance to read these words clearly, and then turned to a silver G65 on the sidewalk not far away. He saw the window of the car was lowered halfway, and a man wrapped in a gray trench coat looked very elegant. The young man in is sitting in the driving position, and his very familiar profile is reflected in the fluorescent light of his mobile phone.
"Yes, very sure!" Qin Chuan said in pain and excitement, "I am ready to pray for him to live in seclusion and be a vegetarian for a lifetime. Get started!"
"Don't wait anymore?" Shark asked with a smile.
The next moment, the picture changed subtlely-Yan Xiu, the head of the criminal investigation detachment of the Jianning Public Security Bureau, appeared in the camera with a faint smile on his face, strode across the street and walked straight to G65, the corners of his clothes rising with the wind. Unguarded arc.
Qin Chuan: "………………"
After a long silence, the shark jokingly said, "Are you still so sure?"
Qin Chuan lowered his head, rubbed his face vigorously after a long time, and let out a long breath.
"If you asked me this way a few years ago, perhaps the answer would be very different from today, but now I suddenly feel that it is not so difficult to cross the border." He said sincerely, "After all, I am a person, everyone knows. I always eat my swear as a meal."
The shark burst out laughing.
Dozens of assault|guns were put away in the sound of karaoke. Qin Chuan finally got up from the recliner, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyebrows, and said helplessly, "But the price of being a broker is not cheap. There is no charge. After it’s spread out, you won’t be able to charge anymore. Maybe those customers who were slaughtered before have to learn how to line up to come to my door and take turns to blow my head. So you have to pay more or less. If I have been hired by you, I can still stand on the road in the future-anyway, if you have money, or we can pay a deposit first, will it be possible?"
This is very reasonable and reasonable. The shark closed his smile and looked up and down Qin Chuan, only to see that his face was even more innocent after removing the cover of his glasses. Anticipating that the unarmed former detective could not make any big waves, he said indifferently: "Yes. . How much do you want?"
Unexpectedly, Qin Chuan raised half of his eyebrows: "I don't want money."
He turned around and stepped on the floor with broken bricks and rubble, and walked towards the shop that had been hit by the assault gun just now, not caring about the glass door broken into a cobweb and the counter that had fallen in half. In the light and dark, countless armed gunmen stared at his leisurely back, only to hear the creaking of the old-fashioned printer from the back room, and Qin Chuan took a portrait and opened the curtain for a while.
A gunman took the portrait, walked back vigilantly, and handed the portrait to the shark, who immediately screamed unexpectedly:
"Not a woman?"
Qin Chuan: "..."
His reputation as a friend of women has probably surpassed Jianning and entered the world.
"I thought you were not asking for money or for women," Shark took the portrait a little away, and then looked at the dilapidated shop for a moment. It seemed that he understood something, and asked with interest: "I didn't expect your taste to be better. It’s very special, don’t you have any niche hobbies?"
"Thank you, I just have a hobby of collecting." Qin Chuan said modestly: "I can't afford the price too high, so I have to slaughter the customer."
The dialogue between the two was kind and polite, like a pair of old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time, and the cruel scene of the bullet rain just now never happened. Shark groaned for a while and then smiled, shrugged as if he was very open-minded and respected the privacy of others, and said, "Is it? If that's the case, it's okay. The deposit you want will be sent to you soon."
Then he backhanded the portrait to the bodyguard, and made a please gesture: "The Shan State military and police should be coming to surround this place soon-get in the car and team Qin, welcome to cooperate."
The shadows of trees on the mountain road in the distance roared, and the sound of military trucks was faintly heard in the wind.
Qin Chuan was rather straightforward. He didn't bring anything, and walked away. Under the escort of the bodyguard, he bent down and got into the car door. Then more than a dozen bullet-proof jeeps turned around and drove out of the bazaar with a few muffled noises. A long blood path was rolled over the corpses all over the floor.
"So what happened a year ago?" The scenery outside the window quickly flew back. Qin Chuan was sandwiched between the back seats by two armed bodyguards. He chatted in the bumpy driving and asked: "Marinaya Trench has been offline for a whole year. It is estimated that even the Interpol thinks you are dead, and there is a legend that an undercover single-handedly shot down your entire armed forces-hey, so is the rumors true?"
The shark turned his head from the passenger seat and stared at him, his eyes straight, his face unrecognizable in anger.
In addition to the roar of the carriage, it was very quiet. After a long time, when Qin Chuan thought he was not going to answer, the shark suddenly asked without warning:
"Do you know the "painter"?"
"Who?"
The shark laughed slowly, a cold blue gleaming deep in his pupils.
"Ten years ago, Arthur, my most powerful security chief, was arrested in Southeast Asia, and I could not find out who the hand behind the scenes was. In the end, I thought the police were just a little bit lucky. Until a year ago he finally personally Appearing in front of me, like a ghost in hell, I realized that after so many years, I sold fentanyl in North America, established a methamphetamine factory in Mexico, and set up a deep web server in the Netherlands. The three red wanted Interpols were helpless, but they never got out of his sniper range."
"The painter," the shark paused and said softly, "it was not luck, but fate that brought him to me."
Qin Chuan nodded thoughtfully and asked, "But you are still alive, so he must be dead?"
The vast poppy fields in front of the plantain are endless, splashing in the sun. The shark looked back and looked forward. His smiling gray-blue eyes appeared in the rearview mirror, as if he was missing the old man from a distance, but the hint of bloodthirsty was creepy.
"No, fate is very cruel to him-I'm still alive, but he didn't die."
Qin Chuan's eyelids twitched ominously, but the shark's tone was unusually gentle:
"Look, this piece of land in front of you is the place the'painter' used to visit--"
Camouflage trucks in the distance surrounded the market, and the convoy headed northward. Beneath the top of the mountain, the country is vast, and the border monument is hidden in the lofty mountains, reflecting a faint golden light.
Oooooooooooo-
Under the bustling neon lights, busy cars dodged, and the red and blue police lights escorted the ambulance to the speed, and then stopped abruptly in the sharp friction. The open space in front of the emergency building instantly turned into a spilled oil pan. Dozens of detectives roared and rushed out of the car. Well-trained medical staff had pushed the emergency bed and rushed forward, putting a blood-stained stretcher on. Took it.
"Hello everyone, this is the XX news platform. According to the latest news, the provincial police and border armed police have launched a fierce gun battle with a group of cross-border armed drug lords. The highway has been blocked. Now we are in front of the emergency access door of the Municipal People’s Hospital. ……Damn!"
The female reporter screamed in shock and staggered. The microphone crashed and fell to the ground, but the photographer was pushed away by the police before he could help him: "What the hell is the media running so fast? Stop shooting!"
The photographer was squeezed to the point: "We have the right to report..." He was interrupted by the head nurse hoarse before finishing saying: "The wounded lost too much blood! Not enough whole blood! Notify the blood room for emergency blood preparation!"
"The situation is very dangerous, the blood pressure is still dropping!!"
"Prepare for celiac angiography, hurry, hurry!!"
...
The surroundings were boiling. At this moment, I saw the dean rushing out of the duty room with his clothes in three steps and two steps to catch up. Before he could get a firm foothold, he was held back by someone: "——Feng Ju?!"
The director of the dignified city public security has never been so embarrassed. His usual meticulous gray hair spreads out, his police uniform is covered with dark red blood, his presbyopic lenses are split in half, and the director is frightened: "You, Feng Yes……"
"At all costs, we must save it." The old director was full of black blood and mud in his nails, clinging to the dean's hand, panting and shaking violently: "This person has been in ambush on our secret front for twelve years. ......Twelve years! You must save him for me, otherwise, otherwise——!"ωωω.九九九xs.com
The dean's heart tightened in the bloody words of the old leader. At this moment, he suddenly burst out sharply from a short distance: "Doctor, the doctor is not good!"
The panicked ending was full of ominous, and Feng Ju suddenly looked back.
The focus of all eyes on the emergency bed, the unimaginable huge pain made the young man try his best to lift his upper body, seeming to want to grab the last ethereal vitality from the void, but was held down by the dead claws of death. His whole body was convulsed, his handsome face was distorted and deformed, and his chest collapsed due to his sudden puffing; he was unconscious, his veins were knotted, and blood kept flowing down his chest, abdomen, and limbs. Even the nurse who desperately tried to hold him was soaked with redness. .
The female reporter watched, forgetting the struggle, the truly tragic scene made her mind blank.
The man caught by death looked very young and even beautiful. He is very different from the heroic image used in media propaganda. Maybe because of his looks, he even looks a little literary. In any case, he does not seem to be an age that can be sacrificed at gunpoint.
"Heartbeat 140 beats per minute, blood pressure seventy-five forty-five..."
"The blood oxygen saturation has dropped to 75%!"
The scream of the director of vascular surgery is particularly clear in the clamor: "Get ready for embolization!!"
...
Bang!
Bang!
Bang--
Every heartbeat resembled a behemoth approaching in the deep sea, getting faster and clearer; it stirred its eardrums violently, overwhelming the howls of the police and the doctor's gaffe.
That is actually a sign of impending cardiac arrest.
But at the moment when the death god's sickle was about to pass through his throat, his mind was unusually clear. If he had more strength, he could even say the strongest wish in his heart: let it all end, it really hurts Up.
It really hurts.
This long and endless journey has finally reached the best time it can end——
The beating curve on the heartbeat detector is getting higher and higher, getting more and more urgent, like a thin steel wire being thrown into the sky, and suddenly disappearing from the sight of everyone; the next moment, the screen suddenly pulled out a thrilling straight line, The siren rang wildly with red light!
-Cardiac Arrest!
The young man closed his eyes and fell to the emergency bed before sinking into the dark and cold deep sea.
The world was submerged by the tide, spinning away. The crying, yelling and yelling of countless people are all mixed together, twisted into abstract fragments, turning into nothingness one after another.
In the extremely quiet world, he saw the man again.
The shining white shadow passed through the frozen time and the crowd, walked to the emergency bed lightly, and looked down at him. He doesn't remember this scene in his memory, but maybe the scene before him is real, because all the details are so clear that even the reflections in each other's eyes are within reach.
...Are you really here? He thought vaguely.
The body that was seriously injured and dying suddenly became very relaxed, and all the pain was relieved and disappeared. He slowly sat up from the broken body, calmly and expectantly, reaching out to the shining white shadow.
——Are you here to pick me up?
white shadow really raised his hand, and the two clasped their five fingers, palms touching each other, as if no pain and torture had ever happened. He couldn't help smiling, but the next moment he saw those familiar eyes fixedly watching him, his eyes overflowing with a certain emotion, not the joy of reunion after a long time, but the indescribable sadness.
He was stunned, only to see Bai Ying's silent mouth:
Go back, Wu Yu——
Go back, from many years ago, from the time when all the drastic changes have not happened, you are doomed to live, go forward, through the village burned by flames, across the devastated land, and never look back——
Wu Yu panicked and pulled the transparent hand forcefully, but he couldn't say anything. white shadow finally smiled, full of softness and guilt, and then he pushed hard with his palm!
Bang!
It's actually silent, but it's like a bang, shaking everyone's ear drums.
The young man's body bounced under the electric shock and fell heavily, and his lifeless limbs suddenly twitched!
"Electricity recovery!"
"Heartbeat!"
...
Cheers, applause, hysterical cries and laughter resounded inside and outside the operating room. The deep water was penetrated by the light beam, and the invisible force in the blood sea supported him to rise until he rushed out of the sea in an uproar and was enveloped by dazzling light.
Wu Yu unconsciously opened his scarred eyes. At that moment, all the hustle and bustle went away like a low tide, only the distant sigh of the tail sound, curled up into the void.
Your name will be carved into the ground forever, and your soul will live to death--
"Feng Ju, Feng Ju!" A technical investigator hurried across the corridor, not even sweating, and handed the tablet to Feng Ju, "The latest dark web news intercepted by Net Security, released The time is less than five minutes, and the sending path is being tracked urgently, but the IP address cannot be located yet. Look!
Feng Ju lowered his head and swept away, and the smile on his face was completely frozen at the moment of lightning.
It was a web page with a pure black background. The URL link was a string of random characters and ended with .clos. The ID of the message sender was pure characters and cannot be clicked. In the center of the screen is a two-inch headless photo. In the photo, the man has a low eyebrow and a flat expression. The shape of the eyebrows and nose is very standard, like a statue template carved out of fine white ivory; the corners of the lips are naturally slightly facing. Down, hanging down quietly, as if he had never laughed in his life, his slender neck was neatly hidden in the neckline of the black shirt.
The protagonist of this photo is familiar to everyone, he just escaped in the rescue room.
"..." Feng Ju's fingers trembled, and he swiped the webpage down. As expected, only a few rows of huge red letters jumped out, and every stroke was bloody and shocking:
【Reward】
"The real name is unknown, the codename is ‘painter’, and the gender is male. The whereabouts can be tracked throughout the Golden Triangle, serving the public security in Mainland China for 12 years. The latest head reward is 108.2409BTC. The whereabouts information is rewarded 5.4121BTC."
"The implementation process needs to be recorded as evidence."
"If part of the body is provided, the appropriate price increase will be accepted, and the head will be discussed separately."
In fact, it can be foreseen, but no one expected it to come so quickly and so arrogantly.
Feng Ju's stiff hands seemed to be frozen, and it took a while for him to slowly put down the tablet while the technical investigators watched anxiously.
No one noticed the small frozen silence in the corner of the corridor.
People embraced each other, cheered and revolved up, past the cold glass windows in the operating room, past the sea of urban lights composed of thousands of households, and disappeared at the end of the horizon with the night wind, like an elegy that no one knew.
·
one year later.
Myanmar, Shan State.
The morning light enveloped the border town, and the market gradually became lively, selling tiger bones, selling fake jade, a pack of white | powder mixed with half a pack of lime, three taels of ice | poison in two taels of rock sugar, various shops They all pulled up the curtain one after another. Closed prostitutes | Women in twos and threes, wrapped in inferior perfume, cosmetics and alcohol and sweat passing the market, laughing everywhere.
"Boss Qin!" A woman twisted her eyes and laughed and asked, "How's the business? Will you come to visit us at night?"
Boss Qin wears a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, T-shirt, shorts, slippers, and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses with slender fingers. He is leaning on a lounge chair at the entrance of a shop to read a book. Little ghosts, witch gu cursed embryos, and various spell handicrafts; sandwiched between the neighbors of wholesale Ma|xanthin and the right house of sack called opium, it can be called a clear stream of literature and art.
"It's barely enough to make ends meet, how dare you be wronged?" Boss Qin raised his eyebrows and smiled lazily: "Let's talk about it later."
The women joked and shoved: "Boss Qin doesn't charge money for playing!" "Not only doesn't he charge, but he posts it!" "Come on!"
The vendors at the Manji Market quit, laughed and cursed, and for a while, most of the street was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
At this moment, the sound of engines rang from a distance, and soon overwhelmed the voices of people. Everyone looked back, and saw the shadow of a car suddenly flashing in the mist-shrouded town, and then seventeen or eight jeeps swooped down from the mountain road in all directions, rushing into the market amidst exclaim and screaming!
"What are you doing?!" "Tip?!" "XX's looking for death!"
The drug dealers all over the market were not looking for nothing. For a while, every household rushed to the streets with their soil guns, but before they had time to fire, the windows of the cars were lowered, dozens of assaults |
Several leading hawkers were immediately beaten into a sieve. In an instant, most of the street was wrapped in gunfire shrapnel and blood and blood hell, screaming and crying, bursting out, countless people panicked and fled in all directions, scattered in the blink of an eye. Clean. The dozen or so cars stopped abruptly, the tires were rubbing against the ground, and dozens of bodyguards of different skin colors rushed out of the car with assault guns, and surrounded the handicraft shop.
Immediately afterwards, the bodyguards gave way, and a tall, curvy white man walked out of the bulletproof car and smiled and took off his sunglasses:
"Enjoy your life, Qin Chuan?"
The air filled with gunpowder and blood seemed to explode. Boss Qin sat up, sighed with dozens of barrels of guns against his head, and threw the gun that had just been drawn from under the recliner: "I thought you already followed the'Mali Yana Trench’s website is so cold together, “Shark”... It’s really unfriendly that you greet people in this way, can you change it next time?"
The white man known as a shark spread his hands: "But Wen Shao is dead, and the world drug prices are shaking. No one will be in a good mood to lose hundreds of millions of dollars for no reason, don't you think?"
"I sympathize deeply, but it really has nothing to do with me." Qin Chuan immediately explained: "Mr. Wen is a regrettable performance artist. He just lacks a little luck. I am willing to use the cost of retreating from the world and living a life-long vegetarian diet. He prayed to God for a lucky afterlife..."
"Wen Shao is an atheist."
"..." Qin Chuan said helplessly: "What a pity."
"Rather than hiding on the border for a lifetime, maybe you come forward to clean up the trouble he left behind, it is a better way to commemorate him." Shark smiled and gestured, and a bodyguard immediately turned on the tablet and handed it over. Earlier, I saw a Chinese man of about 50 or 60 years old who was generally short and stout with white temples: "——Wan Changwen, do you know him?"
The corners of Qin Chuan's mouth twitched slightly.
"Wen Shao has always been my most valuable partner. He is a genius chemist, full of wisdom, honesty and not greedy. All'lanjin' are sold under the Marinaya Trench's website guarantee system, ensuring the entire The balance of the prices of all kinds of drugs on the black market.” The shark’s tone was full of polite sorrow: “However, the successor of the'Blue Gold' structure-your friend surnamed Wan, did not inherit the slightest virtue from him.”
As soon as Qin Chuan opened his mouth, he was interrupted by the shark: "153%."
"In less than two years, the world's blue gold circulation has increased by 153%, the price has been reduced by 300%, and the prices of other synthetic drugs have plunged. What is even more incomprehensible is that Mr. Wan seems to have an attitude towards old-school drug dealers. Sticking to the traditional style, there is no meaning to cooperate with the dark web."
"I respect every seller in this market, and I also respect the older generation's style of using brokers to conduct transactions, so I need you." Shark spoke politely, as if he was an educated gentleman, and could not see him at this moment. People are using dozens of guns against Qin Chuan’s head: “If you can come forward and persuade Mr. Wan to link his delivery channel to the'Marinaya Trench' from then on, then I will not only be grateful, but also Mr. Wan’s rake generously gave a part as funds for you to continue living in seclusion, being a vegetarian for life, praying to God, or doing whatever you want. This transaction is obviously very fair, what do you think? Captain Qin?"
Qin Chuan opened his mouth several times without being able to intervene, and finally sighed feebly, muttering: "It's really fair, there is only one technical problem."
The shark came interested: "What's the problem?"
"Wan Changwen's fucking dead."
Everyone thought of Qin Chuan’s reputation in a certain aspect...or word-of-mouth, the shark silently made a "oh" word, and couldn't help but verify: "So you and his mother...?"
"Wan Changwen ventured to support the coffin and returned to China, and was trapped in the territory by the police. As far as I know, he should be hiding in North China." Qin Chuan sighed again and said, "But I once sweared that unless I fell into the soil after death, otherwise. Never set foot on the national border again."
The surrounding is as quiet as death.
"So I'm sorry," Qin Chuan said helplessly, facing the black hole in front of him, "Shoot."
No one made a sound, and no one moved. The wind blew across the market and the streets were messy, and the corpses uttered a sickening smell of blood.
"..." The shark's gray-blue pupils stared at Qin Chuan unblinkingly. Those eyes made people just glance at it, and the cold would burst from the bottom of my heart.
"You told me to shoot," he repeated deeply, and asked with a smile: "Are you sure?"
Without his instructions, the man holding the tablet just swiped on the screen, and the next real-time video appeared in front of Qin Chuan——
There was a constant flow of vehicles, pedestrians one after another, and the gate on the opposite side of the road was clearly written with a blue and white sign-Jianning City Public Security Bureau. The camera paused for two seconds, seeming to have deliberately given Qin Chuan a chance to read these words clearly, and then turned to a silver G65 on the sidewalk not far away. He saw the window of the car was lowered halfway, and a man wrapped in a gray trench coat looked very elegant. The young man in is sitting in the driving position, and his very familiar profile is reflected in the fluorescent light of his mobile phone.
"Yes, very sure!" Qin Chuan said in pain and excitement, "I am ready to pray for him to live in seclusion and be a vegetarian for a lifetime. Get started!"
"Don't wait anymore?" Shark asked with a smile.
The next moment, the picture changed subtlely-Yan Xiu, the head of the criminal investigation detachment of the Jianning Public Security Bureau, appeared in the camera with a faint smile on his face, strode across the street and walked straight to G65, the corners of his clothes rising with the wind. Unguarded arc.
Qin Chuan: "………………"
After a long silence, the shark jokingly said, "Are you still so sure?"
Qin Chuan lowered his head, rubbed his face vigorously after a long time, and let out a long breath.
"If you asked me this way a few years ago, perhaps the answer would be very different from today, but now I suddenly feel that it is not so difficult to cross the border." He said sincerely, "After all, I am a person, everyone knows. I always eat my swear as a meal."
The shark burst out laughing.
Dozens of assault|guns were put away in the sound of karaoke. Qin Chuan finally got up from the recliner, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyebrows, and said helplessly, "But the price of being a broker is not cheap. There is no charge. After it’s spread out, you won’t be able to charge anymore. Maybe those customers who were slaughtered before have to learn how to line up to come to my door and take turns to blow my head. So you have to pay more or less. If I have been hired by you, I can still stand on the road in the future-anyway, if you have money, or we can pay a deposit first, will it be possible?"
This is very reasonable and reasonable. The shark closed his smile and looked up and down Qin Chuan, only to see that his face was even more innocent after removing the cover of his glasses. Anticipating that the unarmed former detective could not make any big waves, he said indifferently: "Yes. . How much do you want?"
Unexpectedly, Qin Chuan raised half of his eyebrows: "I don't want money."
He turned around and stepped on the floor with broken bricks and rubble, and walked towards the shop that had been hit by the assault gun just now, not caring about the glass door broken into a cobweb and the counter that had fallen in half. In the light and dark, countless armed gunmen stared at his leisurely back, only to hear the creaking of the old-fashioned printer from the back room, and Qin Chuan took a portrait and opened the curtain for a while.
A gunman took the portrait, walked back vigilantly, and handed the portrait to the shark, who immediately screamed unexpectedly:
"Not a woman?"
Qin Chuan: "..."
His reputation as a friend of women has probably surpassed Jianning and entered the world.
"I thought you were not asking for money or for women," Shark took the portrait a little away, and then looked at the dilapidated shop for a moment. It seemed that he understood something, and asked with interest: "I didn't expect your taste to be better. It’s very special, don’t you have any niche hobbies?"
"Thank you, I just have a hobby of collecting." Qin Chuan said modestly: "I can't afford the price too high, so I have to slaughter the customer."
The dialogue between the two was kind and polite, like a pair of old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time, and the cruel scene of the bullet rain just now never happened. Shark groaned for a while and then smiled, shrugged as if he was very open-minded and respected the privacy of others, and said, "Is it? If that's the case, it's okay. The deposit you want will be sent to you soon."
Then he backhanded the portrait to the bodyguard, and made a please gesture: "The Shan State military and police should be coming to surround this place soon-get in the car and team Qin, welcome to cooperate."
The shadows of trees on the mountain road in the distance roared, and the sound of military trucks was faintly heard in the wind.
Qin Chuan was rather straightforward. He didn't bring anything, and walked away. Under the escort of the bodyguard, he bent down and got into the car door. Then more than a dozen bullet-proof jeeps turned around and drove out of the bazaar with a few muffled noises. A long blood path was rolled over the corpses all over the floor.
"So what happened a year ago?" The scenery outside the window quickly flew back. Qin Chuan was sandwiched between the back seats by two armed bodyguards. He chatted in the bumpy driving and asked: "Marinaya Trench has been offline for a whole year. It is estimated that even the Interpol thinks you are dead, and there is a legend that an undercover single-handedly shot down your entire armed forces-hey, so is the rumors true?"
The shark turned his head from the passenger seat and stared at him, his eyes straight, his face unrecognizable in anger.
In addition to the roar of the carriage, it was very quiet. After a long time, when Qin Chuan thought he was not going to answer, the shark suddenly asked without warning:
"Do you know the "painter"?"
"Who?"
The shark laughed slowly, a cold blue gleaming deep in his pupils.
"Ten years ago, Arthur, my most powerful security chief, was arrested in Southeast Asia, and I could not find out who the hand behind the scenes was. In the end, I thought the police were just a little bit lucky. Until a year ago he finally personally Appearing in front of me, like a ghost in hell, I realized that after so many years, I sold fentanyl in North America, established a methamphetamine factory in Mexico, and set up a deep web server in the Netherlands. The three red wanted Interpols were helpless, but they never got out of his sniper range."
"The painter," the shark paused and said softly, "it was not luck, but fate that brought him to me."
Qin Chuan nodded thoughtfully and asked, "But you are still alive, so he must be dead?"
The vast poppy fields in front of the plantain are endless, splashing in the sun. The shark looked back and looked forward. His smiling gray-blue eyes appeared in the rearview mirror, as if he was missing the old man from a distance, but the hint of bloodthirsty was creepy.
"No, fate is very cruel to him-I'm still alive, but he didn't die."
Qin Chuan's eyelids twitched ominously, but the shark's tone was unusually gentle:
"Look, this piece of land in front of you is the place the'painter' used to visit--"
Camouflage trucks in the distance surrounded the market, and the convoy headed northward. Beneath the top of the mountain, the country is vast, and the border monument is hidden in the lofty mountains, reflecting a faint golden light.
