Ma Yin did not die unexpectedly. While the Burmese army bombarded Mount Liangji, the Spades K Wen Shao, who was entrusted by the sharks, sent people to station near the scene. After the bombing, they dug her out of the collapsed tunnel and burned the entire mountain. .
The flames can wash away all the evils in this world.
The wildfires covered the sky and turned the boundless poppy fields into fly ash. All the domination, turmoil, enslavement and wealth that occurred on this land in the past two decades have been sacrificed for the liberation of young lives.
In the coming spring, the smoke of gunpowder cleared, crops and green seedlings grew on the fertile black soil, and the mountains and plains were thriving.
As for Ma Yin, she was in a coma for more than half a month before she woke up. She earned her life entirely out of hatred. When she woke up, she heard that the whole mountain had been set on fire by the king of spades, and she was struggling to ask people to go to the ruins to dig the bones of Agui and reconciliation, and whip the corpse to vent their anger, but the shark and king of spades would be busy To track down Hodgson’s escort by the Chinese armed police, she still had no time, no interest, and no time to care about her. Ma Yin had to give up with bitterness. Two months later, he used Thayer’s last bit of the guest’s line to leave the country. Abroad.
In the following ten years, many versions of this past have been derived from brokers who knew Ma Yin, but no one would have thought that "Jie Qianshan" was not dead, and no one knew that the picture had changed people.
[The drawing is over, the artist is recalled. 】
Three months later, in a village and town in the hinterland of the Wa state, just eight words of decrypted information were shining on the old computer screen.
The faded plastic curtains were pulled tightly, the corners of the room were piled with blood-stained dry and yellow bandages, and the wooden cabinet at the side of the marching bed was filled with half-empty medicine bottles, spirits and disinfectants. The dim room was full of peculiar smell, echoing with Agui's hoarse and heavy gasp.
After escaping from Liangji Mountain, he hid in the chaotic Golden Triangle hinterland, extremely weak and hungry, and his desire to survive was almost cut off. In countless late nights tormented by sickness and longing, he looked straight at the loaded gun in his hand, thinking that as long as he closes his eyes and pulls the trigger, all this will be over. All the despair and pain that are worse than death are all over. You can get relief in an instant. But every time he put the muzzle in his mouth, there was a more sad and resentful force pulling him, making the index finger unable to hold down anyway, as if the soul of Jie Xing was holding him tightly behind him. Hands. The fastest update of 999 novels Computer: https://www.999xs.com/
Don't look back, go forward.
He is no longer the drug dealer henchman Agui, he will carry the bright and glorious name of Jie Xing, and will never stop for the rest of his life.
During this period, the special situation team had been looking for him frantically, or they were looking for them, but all the information was completely cut off, and the secret radio station, the connector, and the intelligence network were all unreachable. The superiors thought that they were all sacrificed in Liangji Mountain. It was not until three months later that Agui, who had recovered slightly from his extremely weak state, finally turned on the special anonymity communication system. He saw all the secret signs left by Zhang Boming during this period and basically only repeated one meaning: the rescue did not find you. Are you in distress?
Lying, Agui thought with a cold blood between his teeth.
There is no rescue at all, all lies.
He never thought that Zhang Boming did not lie.
Although the special situation team did not receive a signal for help, Zhang Boming is not an idiot. How dangerous is the battlefield of the joint border defense between the two countries? He could not have imagined it. After the order to capture Hodgson was issued, he immediately applied to Hu Liangan. The armed police specially set up a small team to search for them, and once the danger was confirmed, they immediately carried out rescue.
But the problem is that Zhang Boming will not send out the highest-level foreign forces specifically aimed at rescuing exposed undercover agents to carry out rescues without a signal for help, and the people sent by the border armed police are relatively inferior in terms of armed level and priority, and because Without the precise positioning of the signal for help, they could not be found in the chaotic battle conditions at that time!
Agui's bandaged fingers trembled violently, and he almost exhausted all his strength before typing: [No distress], then turned off the computer, and lay back heavily on the small camp bed, covering his face hard. For a long time, he let out a cry of grief like a wounded beast.
He dared not confront Zhang Boming, let alone accept the order of recall at this time, and even dared not mention "Agui" dead.
He must pretend that everything in the Red Mountain Execution Chamber has never happened, is not exposed, is not in danger, and is not dead; he must continue to stay in hell long enough, so long that everyone sees him, they will think that it is a relief. It looks like a dozen or even decades later.
Agui rejected the special situation group’s recall order, and for as long as two years thereafter, he lurked deeply and wandered through various drug gangs on the Thai border. He occasionally used anonymous communications and secret radio to deliver some tips, but he rarely met in person. The connection person of the love group under the golden triangle cloth.
He would look at himself in the mirror every day, looking at himself with extremely harsh eyes, looking for the shadow of the solution from the angle of the eyebrows, nose and lips, cheeks and even the arch of the jaw, but he was always desperate to find more differences.
Jiexing is perfect, and the eyes of Jiexing are brilliant light and faith.
And deep in his pupils there is only haze, cruelty, fear, and the boundless blood gray sky.
Time passed like a white horse. In the second year after Xiexing's death, the secret radio station of the special situation group received a funeral report of "Agui's accidental death." Zhang Boming immediately requested that Xiexing be recalled, but immediately received a signal that he refused and asked to continue lurking. Over the next few years, painters have been lurking in various small drug gangs that are suspected of cooperating with the dark web. They are committed to destroying the drug trafficking network under the Golden Triangle of the Mariana Trench. They have destroyed several dark web drug trafficking logistics routes and made sharks in Southeast Asia. The expansion of the region has been greatly constrained.
Six years after his death, another big drug lord who had been wanted by Interpol for many years tried to escape from Chiang Mai to Mexico by cooperating with sharks. He was caught in one fell swoop by a painter disguised as a drug maker. The poison factory is uprooted. After the incident broke out, the drug market in Myanmar and Thailand was violent, and the sharks in North America were also furious, but just like Arthur Hodgson was arrested suddenly, he could not find out where the problem was.
He can only vaguely feel that he seems to have been living in a sniper scope all these years. The eyes behind the lens are calm, patient, and dreadfully firm, watching his every move calmly, and his index finger has never left the trigger. Cents.
This arrest allowed the special situation team to receive a commendation from the International Anti-drug Organization. Hu Liangan, who was greatly encouraged, ordered that most of the intelligence resources be concentrated on the line of painters.
In the following three years, the painter became the most indestructible blade of the special sentiment group to stab the Golden Triangle.
In the ninth year after Xiexing's death, the legendary name of "painter" was accidentally leaked due to the exposure of the death of the jointer, and spread throughout the Golden Triangle overnight. skin. In the same year, Shark was invited by a drug lord in the Far East to come to the China-Myanmar border to open up a long-term market with huge profits. There he met a handsome and well-trained young man and shook hands with a three-point smile. "Hello Mr. Phillip, boss Hu sent me to pick up your convoy. I will be solely responsible for your safety for the next three days."
The young man had plain white skin, jet-black hair, focused and bright eyes. The black suit without a tie fits his slender figure. His words and deeds are always refreshing.
Shark thoughtfully: "I heard that this place of yours has been badly damaged by the police in recent years. Among them, there is a special agent who appears to be a ghost. His code name is ‘painter’..."
"Really? It's not that powerful, right." The young man smiled and said, "There are so many words, maybe they are scary legends made up like evil spirits!"
Shark snapped, disapproving, thinking that the existence of a painter like you ordinary people might not understand it.
The legendary evil spirit can never climb into the sun to become a human being. It took nine years for the evil spirit to finally realize this.
He did not look more like Jie Xing as he grew longer and more like it. Instead, he became less and less like him. Even if he went to the underground plastic surgery clinic in Myanmar and Thailand to make inquiries, the other party did not have enough technical means to make up for the countless subtleties of expression, spirit, and eyebrows. There are many differences, and even some plastic surgeons can't see the difference between him and the portrait of Jie Xing: "Sir, isn't this when you were young?" "Handsome guy, you have lost a lot of weight, maybe you can be younger if you are fatter!"
It was useless, he knew clearly in his heart.
Those who don’t know the "drug dealer Ma Tsai" Agui will think that Jie Xing is only tortured by the twelve years of life and death to describe the thinness and change the subtle appearance; but Zhang Boming can definitely see the fatal difference at a glance and put him Fight back to hell from the world again.
He has no way to return to his homeland with the name of Jie Xing, but he may be able to break free from all constraints and continue to go deeper into hell——
On the day of the encirclement and suppression operation, the police rushed to the first ten minutes, and the shark saw the young man from the surveillance camera down to the negative third floor and opened a hidden door in the corner.
The drug lord finally recognized who the bloody footsteps clinging behind him for so many years belonged to.
"Ten years ago, my most powerful subordinate, Hodgson, was arrested in Southeast Asia, but I could not find out where the fault was after exhausting my efforts. In the end, I thought the police were just a little bit lucky. Until a year ago, the painter was finally in front of me. When I showed up in person, 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 anonymous server in the Netherlands. Interpol was helpless, but I still failed to get out of his attack. range."
"He is a painter, he is the god of war that I am destined to meet, and he is also a life-threatening ghost that I can't get rid of all my life--"
One year later, Jinhai.
A black Dian Audi parked in front of the Nancheng branch of Jinhai City. Lin Kang pulled on the handbrake and turned off the fire, gently saying: "Wu Yu."
The young man in the co-pilot had a pale, tired face, his eyelashes were half drooping in silence, and the corners of his mouth were born slightly downward.
"Zhang Boming's ashes were buried in the Yundian Martyrs Cemetery today. I have two words to say to you."
"..."
"Life is a process of constantly saying goodbye to old friends and then meeting new people. Every person, every thing, every joy and pain we experience is part of our accomplishment. Letting go does not mean forgetting, let alone forgetting. It means loss. Those halfway regrets and helpless mistakes will be waiting for you and me at a destined point in the future, waiting to see us again."
"--And before that," Lin Kang looked at him and said softly, "You still have a long way to go, and you will meet many new faces. They may become your confidants and fellow comrades in the future. , May even become family members, all the way to the end of life, to the day when all of us are together in another world."
After a long silence, Wu Yu finally turned his head and uttered two words flatly: "Really?"
Lin Kang watched him, helplessness and sadness flashed deep in his eyes, Wu Yu pushed the car door and walked down.
The gray criminal investigation detachment building stood high, and the police badge reflected bright light under the sky. Wu Yu squinted his eyes and stepped back. The silent and majestic golden shield seemed to be cut off at any time. Instinctive fear spontaneously emerged from the bottom of his heart, and there seemed to be a voice in the wind that kept screaming in his ears--
Run fast
You don’t belong here, run away--
"You are the new Wu Yu, right?"
Wu Yu retracted his gaze from looking up, and saw a man standing on the steps of the building. He was tall, with a frosty face, his dark blue police uniform was severely clean, and his body surrounded the inaccessible aura.
"I am Bu Chonghua, the head of the Nancheng Criminal Investigation Detachment of Jinhai City." The man paused and seemed to hesitate before reaching out: "From now on I will be your leader. I hope you will love your post and work hard, integrate into the collective, and treat the detachment as your leader. Be your own home."
...As your own home.
Wu Yu looked at Bu Chonghua's suspended palm, his throat slid up and down, slowly put his hands behind him, lowered his head and said vaguely, "I see."
Bu Chonghua frowned his sharp eyebrows, withdrew his hand without saying a word, turned and walked into the building: "Come with me."
"This is the new Little Wu in the team, and will be everyone's colleague from now on."
"You know, Wu Yu, many years ago, someone like this took me out of the fire, telling me that I must live, and only if I live can I get revenge."
"Wu Yu! If you quit your job now, you won't be able to catch the murderer who poured gasoline to kill us!"
"I'm late, we go home."
"Don't call him drug dealer Ma Tsai!"
"I see who dares to be handcuffed?!"
"...Wu Yu, as long as you speak, as long as you speak, I believe..."
"Wu Yu!!"
——The cold wind poured into his ears, his body fell sharply, and Bu Chonghua's hand stretched out with all his strength became farther and farther in the sky.
It turned out that they had never squeezed each other from the beginning, Wu Yu thought.
From the very beginning of the story, he put his blood-stained hands behind him.
In the next second, smoke and dust burst into the open space below the unfinished building, and flying sand rose in all directions; the car engine started suddenly, like a scarred beast breaking out of the cage, and whizzing towards the boundless night in the distance.
Ma Yin did not die unexpectedly. While the Burmese army bombarded Mount Liangji, the Spades K Wen Shao, who was entrusted by the sharks, sent people to station near the scene. After the bombing, they dug her out of the collapsed tunnel and burned the entire mountain. .
The flames can wash away all the evils in this world.
The wildfires covered the sky and turned the boundless poppy fields into fly ash. All the domination, turmoil, enslavement and wealth that occurred on this land in the past two decades have been sacrificed for the liberation of young lives.
In the coming spring, the smoke of gunpowder cleared, crops and green seedlings grew on the fertile black soil, and the mountains and plains were thriving.
As for Ma Yin, she was in a coma for more than half a month before she woke up. She earned her life entirely out of hatred. When she woke up, she heard that the whole mountain had been set on fire by the king of spades, and she was struggling to ask people to go to the ruins to dig the bones of Agui and reconciliation, and whip the corpse to vent their anger, but the shark and king of spades would be busy To track down Hodgson’s escort by the Chinese armed police, she still had no time, no interest, and no time to care about her. Ma Yin had to give up with bitterness. Two months later, he used Thayer’s last bit of the guest’s line to leave the country. Abroad.
In the following ten years, many versions of this past have been derived from brokers who knew Ma Yin, but no one would have thought that "Jie Qianshan" was not dead, and no one knew that the picture had changed people.
[The drawing is over, the artist is recalled. 】
Three months later, in a village and town in the hinterland of the Wa state, just eight words of decrypted information were shining on the old computer screen.
The faded plastic curtains were pulled tightly, the corners of the room were piled with blood-stained dry and yellow bandages, and the wooden cabinet at the side of the marching bed was filled with half-empty medicine bottles, spirits and disinfectants. The dim room was full of peculiar smell, echoing with Agui's hoarse and heavy gasp.
After escaping from Liangji Mountain, he hid in the chaotic Golden Triangle hinterland, extremely weak and hungry, and his desire to survive was almost cut off. In countless late nights tormented by sickness and longing, he looked straight at the loaded gun in his hand, thinking that as long as he closes his eyes and pulls the trigger, all this will be over. All the despair and pain that are worse than death are all over. You can get relief in an instant. But every time he put the muzzle in his mouth, there was a more sad and resentful force pulling him, making the index finger unable to hold down anyway, as if the soul of Jie Xing was holding him tightly behind him. Hands. The fastest update of 999 novels Computer: https://www.999xs.com/
Don't look back, go forward.
He is no longer the drug dealer henchman Agui, he will carry the bright and glorious name of Jie Xing, and will never stop for the rest of his life.
During this period, the special situation team had been looking for him frantically, or they were looking for them, but all the information was completely cut off, and the secret radio station, the connector, and the intelligence network were all unreachable. The superiors thought that they were all sacrificed in Liangji Mountain. It was not until three months later that Agui, who had recovered slightly from his extremely weak state, finally turned on the special anonymity communication system. He saw all the secret signs left by Zhang Boming during this period and basically only repeated one meaning: the rescue did not find you. Are you in distress?
Lying, Agui thought with a cold blood between his teeth.
There is no rescue at all, all lies.
He never thought that Zhang Boming did not lie.
Although the special situation team did not receive a signal for help, Zhang Boming is not an idiot. How dangerous is the battlefield of the joint border defense between the two countries? He could not have imagined it. After the order to capture Hodgson was issued, he immediately applied to Hu Liangan. The armed police specially set up a small team to search for them, and once the danger was confirmed, they immediately carried out rescue.
But the problem is that Zhang Boming will not send out the highest-level foreign forces specifically aimed at rescuing exposed undercover agents to carry out rescues without a signal for help, and the people sent by the border armed police are relatively inferior in terms of armed level and priority, and because Without the precise positioning of the signal for help, they could not be found in the chaotic battle conditions at that time!
Agui's bandaged fingers trembled violently, and he almost exhausted all his strength before typing: [No distress], then turned off the computer, and lay back heavily on the small camp bed, covering his face hard. For a long time, he let out a cry of grief like a wounded beast.
He dared not confront Zhang Boming, let alone accept the order of recall at this time, and even dared not mention "Agui" dead.
He must pretend that everything in the Red Mountain Execution Chamber has never happened, is not exposed, is not in danger, and is not dead; he must continue to stay in hell long enough, so long that everyone sees him, they will think that it is a relief. It looks like a dozen or even decades later.
Agui rejected the special situation group’s recall order, and for as long as two years thereafter, he lurked deeply and wandered through various drug gangs on the Thai border. He occasionally used anonymous communications and secret radio to deliver some tips, but he rarely met in person. The connection person of the love group under the golden triangle cloth.
He would look at himself in the mirror every day, looking at himself with extremely harsh eyes, looking for the shadow of the solution from the angle of the eyebrows, nose and lips, cheeks and even the arch of the jaw, but he was always desperate to find more differences.
Jiexing is perfect, and the eyes of Jiexing are brilliant light and faith.
And deep in his pupils there is only haze, cruelty, fear, and the boundless blood gray sky.
Time passed like a white horse. In the second year after Xiexing's death, the secret radio station of the special situation group received a funeral report of "Agui's accidental death." Zhang Boming immediately requested that Xiexing be recalled, but immediately received a signal that he refused and asked to continue lurking. Over the next few years, painters have been lurking in various small drug gangs that are suspected of cooperating with the dark web. They are committed to destroying the drug trafficking network under the Golden Triangle of the Mariana Trench. They have destroyed several dark web drug trafficking logistics routes and made sharks in Southeast Asia. The expansion of the region has been greatly constrained.
Six years after his death, another big drug lord who had been wanted by Interpol for many years tried to escape from Chiang Mai to Mexico by cooperating with sharks. He was caught in one fell swoop by a painter disguised as a drug maker. The poison factory is uprooted. After the incident broke out, the drug market in Myanmar and Thailand was violent, and the sharks in North America were also furious, but just like Arthur Hodgson was arrested suddenly, he could not find out where the problem was.
He can only vaguely feel that he seems to have been living in a sniper scope all these years. The eyes behind the lens are calm, patient, and dreadfully firm, watching his every move calmly, and his index finger has never left the trigger. Cents.
This arrest allowed the special situation team to receive a commendation from the International Anti-drug Organization. Hu Liangan, who was greatly encouraged, ordered that most of the intelligence resources be concentrated on the line of painters.
In the following three years, the painter became the most indestructible blade of the special sentiment group to stab the Golden Triangle.
In the ninth year after Xiexing's death, the legendary name of "painter" was accidentally leaked due to the exposure of the death of the jointer, and spread throughout the Golden Triangle overnight. skin. In the same year, Shark was invited by a drug lord in the Far East to come to the China-Myanmar border to open up a long-term market with huge profits. There he met a handsome and well-trained young man and shook hands with a three-point smile. "Hello Mr. Phillip, boss Hu sent me to pick up your convoy. I will be solely responsible for your safety for the next three days."
The young man had plain white skin, jet-black hair, focused and bright eyes. The black suit without a tie fits his slender figure. His words and deeds are always refreshing.
Shark thoughtfully: "I heard that this place of yours has been badly damaged by the police in recent years. Among them, there is a special agent who appears to be a ghost. His code name is ‘painter’..."
"Really? It's not that powerful, right." The young man smiled and said, "There are so many words, maybe they are scary legends made up like evil spirits!"
Shark snapped, disapproving, thinking that the existence of a painter like you ordinary people might not understand it.
The legendary evil spirit can never climb into the sun to become a human being. It took nine years for the evil spirit to finally realize this.
He did not look more like Jie Xing as he grew longer and more like it. Instead, he became less and less like him. Even if he went to the underground plastic surgery clinic in Myanmar and Thailand to make inquiries, the other party did not have enough technical means to make up for the countless subtleties of expression, spirit, and eyebrows. There are many differences, and even some plastic surgeons can't see the difference between him and the portrait of Jie Xing: "Sir, isn't this when you were young?" "Handsome guy, you have lost a lot of weight, maybe you can be younger if you are fatter!"
It was useless, he knew clearly in his heart.
Those who don’t know the "drug dealer Ma Tsai" Agui will think that Jie Xing is only tortured by the twelve years of life and death to describe the thinness and change the subtle appearance; but Zhang Boming can definitely see the fatal difference at a glance and put him Fight back to hell from the world again.
He has no way to return to his homeland with the name of Jie Xing, but he may be able to break free from all constraints and continue to go deeper into hell——
On the day of the encirclement and suppression operation, the police rushed to the first ten minutes, and the shark saw the young man from the surveillance camera down to the negative third floor and opened a hidden door in the corner.
The drug lord finally recognized who the bloody footsteps clinging behind him for so many years belonged to.
"Ten years ago, my most powerful subordinate, Hodgson, was arrested in Southeast Asia, but I could not find out where the fault was after exhausting my efforts. In the end, I thought the police were just a little bit lucky. Until a year ago, the painter was finally in front of me. When I showed up in person, 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 anonymous server in the Netherlands. Interpol was helpless, but I still failed to get out of his attack. range."
"He is a painter, he is the god of war that I am destined to meet, and he is also a life-threatening ghost that I can't get rid of all my life--"
One year later, Jinhai.
A black Dian Audi parked in front of the Nancheng branch of Jinhai City. Lin Kang pulled on the handbrake and turned off the fire, gently saying: "Wu Yu."
The young man in the co-pilot had a pale, tired face, his eyelashes were half drooping in silence, and the corners of his mouth were born slightly downward.
"Zhang Boming's ashes were buried in the Yundian Martyrs Cemetery today. I have two words to say to you."
"..."
"Life is a process of constantly saying goodbye to old friends and then meeting new people. Every person, every thing, every joy and pain we experience is part of our accomplishment. Letting go does not mean forgetting, let alone forgetting. It means loss. Those halfway regrets and helpless mistakes will be waiting for you and me at a destined point in the future, waiting to see us again."
"--And before that," Lin Kang looked at him and said softly, "You still have a long way to go, and you will meet many new faces. They may become your confidants and fellow comrades in the future. , May even become family members, all the way to the end of life, to the day when all of us are together in another world."
After a long silence, Wu Yu finally turned his head and uttered two words flatly: "Really?"
Lin Kang watched him, helplessness and sadness flashed deep in his eyes, Wu Yu pushed the car door and walked down.
The gray criminal investigation detachment building stood high, and the police badge reflected bright light under the sky. Wu Yu squinted his eyes and stepped back. The silent and majestic golden shield seemed to be cut off at any time. Instinctive fear spontaneously emerged from the bottom of his heart, and there seemed to be a voice in the wind that kept screaming in his ears--
Run fast
You don’t belong here, run away--
"You are the new Wu Yu, right?"
Wu Yu retracted his gaze from looking up, and saw a man standing on the steps of the building. He was tall, with a frosty face, his dark blue police uniform was severely clean, and his body surrounded the inaccessible aura.
"I am Bu Chonghua, the head of the Nancheng Criminal Investigation Detachment of Jinhai City." The man paused and seemed to hesitate before reaching out: "From now on I will be your leader. I hope you will love your post and work hard, integrate into the collective, and treat the detachment as your leader. Be your own home."
...As your own home.
Wu Yu looked at Bu Chonghua's suspended palm, his throat slid up and down, slowly put his hands behind him, lowered his head and said vaguely, "I see."
Bu Chonghua frowned his sharp eyebrows, withdrew his hand without saying a word, turned and walked into the building: "Come with me."
"This is the new Little Wu in the team, and will be everyone's colleague from now on."
"You know, Wu Yu, many years ago, someone like this took me out of the fire, telling me that I must live, and only if I live can I get revenge."
"Wu Yu! If you quit your job now, you won't be able to catch the murderer who poured gasoline to kill us!"
"I'm late, we go home."
"Don't call him drug dealer Ma Tsai!"
"I see who dares to be handcuffed?!"
"...Wu Yu, as long as you speak, as long as you speak, I believe..."
"Wu Yu!!"
——The cold wind poured into his ears, his body fell sharply, and Bu Chonghua's hand stretched out with all his strength became farther and farther in the sky.
It turned out that they had never squeezed each other from the beginning, Wu Yu thought.
From the very beginning of the story, he put his blood-stained hands behind him.
In the next second, smoke and dust burst into the open space below the unfinished building, and flying sand rose in all directions; the car engine started suddenly, like a scarred beast breaking out of the cage, and whizzing towards the boundless night in the distance.
