Chapter 119: Chapter 119

Burma, Myanmar.
The temple surrounds the jungle on all sides, and the splashes of dark green in the day are transformed into ghosts crawling out of hell. Burning torches reflected the sky above the village, and a loud crackling sound accompanied the pines in the night, and the monks wailed and ran far away.
Five Hummer cars with headlights lined up, and several Burmese men with charge
guns stood outside the car, and the fire reflected the gloomy bandits on their faces. On the open space in front of the temple, the k bent down and faced the abbot who looked like dirt. He clicked the photo in his hand and asked in Chinese, "Where is he?"
The abbot shed tears, shook his head and murmured, and then broke his head and begged for mercy.
The dark eyes behind the k sunglasses are very calm, and I can't see any impatience. I repeat the question in Burmese:
"where is he?"
"# ￥ y & ......" The abbot shook his head fiercely, and the monks behind him even sobbed in unison.
Spade K stood up helplessly, took a breath, and paused for a few seconds.
Then he suddenly drew his gun at the eyebrow, holding a sharp shot!
boom!
The old abbot opened a blood hole in his head, his eyes widened, and he fell to the ground.
There was a silence all around, then someone screamed, someone fainted, and someone struggled to crawl forward, caught by the drug dealer stiffly. But k seemed to hear nothing. He calmly walked to the next monk and asked the same question: "Where is he?"
The monk was young, and was already scared to urinate his pants. He stared at the old man in the photo. It took him a long time to hear what he said: "True, really do n’t know, really do n’t know, ask Please, forgive me, forgive me— "
Spades K asks, "I really don't know?"
"I have never seen it, I don't know, please, please-"
boom!
The sound of gunfire echoed for a long time, and the monk's body was splashed with dust, and he could not die.
There was a loud sorrow in the open space, as if a living blood sea Shura field. Spade K seemed a little tired. He closed his eyes, closed his gun, and shoved the photo to Ajie behind him, making a careless gesture.
Ajie raised the photo halfway in front of him, displayed a circle around the open space, and drank sharply in Burmese: "Who knows the whereabouts of this person? If you say it, you can live! Otherwise you will all die here today!"
His voice was extremely penetrating, instantly squeezing all the tragedies alive. But then, more sharp and desperate wailing sounded from all sides of the open space, and even the wild beasts in the mountains and forests swelled, and rushed to the distance with the waves.
Spade k rubbed his forehead, stepped over the body of the old abbot, and walked towards the off-road vehicle outside the clearing.
Burmese men rushed forward: "Boss."
"It doesn't seem to be lying," Spades K said lazily, paused, "clean up."
His men immediately responded, and they met Ajie wink, and several bodyguards with charge
guns came forward.
Da da da da da da, da da da da--
Assault like a cannon
The sound of gunfire rang through the open space, and the scream of a wailing blast instantly disappeared again. Eight
Nine torches flew into the temple with their tail flames. In a short while, the whole building turned into a burning fire, billowing black smoke and flying into the dense night sky.
"Brother." Ajie got into the Hummer with a slight anxiety in his eyes. "It's already the third temple, what now?"
The k leaned on the back seat, his face reflecting the flames of the car window, as if closing his eyes. His moody look made everyone very frightened. After a while, he suddenly heard him say, "There should be another person who knows where he is."
Ajie immediately responded, "You mean--"
Spade k didn't answer directly, and waved his hand: "Go to Da Luo."
Ajie quickly responded to instruct the driver, the Hummer started roaring, the lights were lined up, and one after another drove to the jungle with no fingers in the distance.
Jianning.
The lights were turned off in the bedroom, and the thick curtains blocked the outside world, leaving only this hot and dizzying world.
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Yan Min leaned down and licked his eyebrows with the tip of his tongue. He was gentle and patient until he licked the wrinkles, then got up to heat a glass of sweet milk, and came back to Jiang Zhan, who was half awake and slowly awake, to feed him slowly.
"Take a bath ..." Jiang Dianmo murmured.
Yan Yan said, "I'll wait."
He had a secret expectation in his heart—Jiang Zhan forgot it later, but he did not expect that after intermittently drinking half a cup of warm milk, his eyebrows wrinkled again and whispered, "Go to take a bath ... "
Yan Yan had to carry him on his shoulders to the bathroom, and under the steaming shower, kissed him intermittently on the wall, and washed for half an hour before coming out.
Jiang Zhe was very tired. He almost fell asleep when he came out of the bathroom. When he touched the pillow, he seemed awake, and frowned hoarsely: "... Are you taking the medicine?"
Yan Yan laughed lowly, didn't answer, and Jiang Su fell into sleep a few seconds later, and the black hair that had just been dried fell on the white pillow.
Yan Min took the bath towel wrapped around him and replaced him with clean and soft pajamas, leaning on the pillow with his forehead in one hand, and carefully observed his quiet breathing in his sleep. The dimmed light shadow was rendered on his white cheeks, the corners of his eyebrows were neat and clean, and the eye tips were long; this look was a little too beautiful on the man, but the bridge of his nose was unexpectedly straight, so he neutralized the overly soft Look, the nose casts a right-angled shadow, showing a slightly cold temperament.
Yan pinched his forehead hair. Although the wounds cut by broken glass on the Panshan Highway had healed, they were still clearly visible.
"..." Yan Yan's eyes flickered, and he continuously rubbed the scar with his thumb, a complex emotion gradually permeated from the bottom of his eyes. After a while, he turned around and picked up the phone on the nightstand. He opened WeChat countless times in the past two days and turned out that chat window—
On the street that evening, every word from Qi Sihao resembled a knife, deep in the eyes of his pupils:
[Room 905, Building A, District 6]
[It ’s written on the intranet]
This is Jiangdong's address in Gongzhou before the incident.
In Gongzhou, Yan suddenly became curious about Jiang Zhan's life, so Qi Sihao told the police through police. At that time, Qi Sihao was still wondering why he didn't directly ask Jiang Zhan, but he passed by hahacha.
In fact, Yan Zheng didn't have any inquiries, mainly because even if Jiang Su had anything suspicious, his family had been searched by the 1009 task force for many times. The reason why he didn't ask directly was simply because he wanted to take a moment to walk around after inquiring, and secretly observed the various small living habits before Jiang Zhe.
He once guessed that Jiangzhan's home is not too far from Gongzhou Municipal Bureau, but the area is not too good. After all, Jiangzhan's income level is here, and he is not like the kind of person who pays attention to the quality of life; I wondered whether Jiangzhan would set up his home as a police dormitory, with a strict, careful, and abstinence-like cleanliness, and lacked the fireworks atmosphere like him.
But he never expected that Jiang Ding would live there, Ya Zhi Yuan.
He visited this place the day after Wang Xingye's fall.
Before the 1009 plastic factory exploded, Red Heart Q issued a confirmation order for the transaction location from Room 701 of a building in this community.
The trace left by red heart q, and Jiang Zhan's never announced his address, one of the two is not a coincidence.
Monday morning.
Yan Yan hurriedly lifted the cuffs of his shirt, grabbed the trench coat hanging on the porch, and while he was wearing shoes, he grabbed his hairstyle against the glass and said, "Go away!"
At the table behind him, Jiang didn't look up: "Come back."
"It's 9:20. Lu Bureau personally presided over the weekly meeting at 10 in the morning. I'll be late to check in front of the overall situation. I say what you are doing." Yan Yan turned and walked quickly, the voice did not fall. I was stuffed with an egg toast sandwich on my face and couldn't help but "Jiao", and then saw Jiang stop his hand and reached into his windbreaker, unbuttoning the shirt buttons on the abdomen.
"..." Yan Jing was not surprised, he staggered for two seconds, and then the conditional reflex breath held the lines of the abdominal muscles: "I said you can eat this body, don't make trouble, give a kiss to one ..."
Jiang Zang said, "Kiss yourself in the mirror." Then he rearranged the last two buttons he had mistakenly buckled, and tucked it back into his waistband.
Yan Yan had no regrets, grabbed Jiang and stopped at his forehead to kiss, and quickly went out to work, and the slamming noises of the doors closed in the empty living room for a long time.
A few minutes later, the Phaeton he most often drove out of the garage, a beautiful neat U-turn, galloping towards the gate of the community.
Jiang stopped his arms and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his eyes dangled, and the glass reflected his dim pupil. Until Phaeton completely disappeared at the end of the community's straight driveway, he retracted his eyes and breathed a soft breath.
The almost invisible white mist floated on the glass.
He picked up the mobile phone around him, replaced it with a sim card, hesitated for a moment after restarting, and finally dialed an international number.
嘀嘀 嘀嘀
"Hey?"
The floor-to-ceiling windows reflected Jiangzhe Peugeot's clear, emotionless face, and the sound was completely inaudible. He said, "Hello, I want to donate an incense to a local temple through your office. How can I do this?"
Fifty minutes later, Yan Xuan rushed into the conference room wrapped in the wind, bowed his head, and hurriedly walked through the crowd. He pulled the chair open as far as possible and sat down, looking around vigilantly—except for the front row Apart from Wei's glaring glance at him, no one noticed that Yan's detachment was late for the eighth or ninth meeting in the past six months.
Yan Xuan was relieved and suddenly found something wrong: What about Lu Bureau?
The minute hand points at ten: one, and a constant buzzing sound is constantly heard in the large conference room, but the seat at the top of Lu Bureau is empty, not even the large tea pot.
"I found Brother Yan," Ma Xiang, who was sitting behind him, sneaked closer, and whispered, "You are in a great fortune today, but Lu Bureau is not here yet."
"What happened?"
Ma Xiang used his laptop to cover his face: "I don't know, the first round of summary was done by the old Wei Dailu Bureau ... Brother Ye Yan, did you fight with consultant Lu this weekend, scratching your back neck? Come on? "
Yan Min reached out and touched the shirt, pulling it up: "Go! Go to the children's house and watch your harem go away!"
Ma Xiang piqued his lips and wanted to say a few words to him. Suddenly the door of the conference room opened. Everyone was sitting in a panic, but saw the secretary Zhang of the director's office walk in quickly, and whispered something in the ear of Deputy Bureau Wei. After a while Lao Wei nodded.
"This," Vice Bureau Wei cleared his throat and said loudly, "Today Lu Bureau is not coming. When I went downstairs, I kicked my feet and the tea bowl broke."
Everyone was surprised around them, and then made a low laughter.
"We will host today ’s weekly meeting. It ’s customary for each business department to report on last week ’s key work and project situation-Director Xiao Gou ... What, Director Gou Li, come first."
Gou Li stood up with a stern face, Yan Yan was looking at the funny, suddenly Yu Guang glanced at Secretary Zhang bending over through the crowd and came straight to his side: "Vice Yan ..."
"Ok?"
When Yan Zheng looked up, he saw Secretary Zhang pressed his ear gently and said, "There is something urgent for you in Lu Bureau."
Lü Bureau's large tea pot was well placed on the table, brewing his usual health tea of ​​chrysanthemum, wolfberry, red date and sugar, and the heat hovered in the air.
"What?" Yan Yan was extremely surprised: "Ministry of Public Security?"
There are only two of them in the extremely sound-proof office. Lu Bureau's body squeezes the leather swivel chair full—after all, even sugar must be added for tea—is taking off the reading glasses and rubbing his eyes tiredly. Nodded and turned the computer screen towards him:
"After the new fentanyl compound 'Blue Gold' was notified by us, the Ministry of Public Security attached great importance to it and conducted a large-scale investigation in the southwestern region. To this end, it also held several notes with the Myanmar side. The Myanmar Army notified China on Friday. In accordance with the latest situation, three temples in the remote areas around Xiaolaola were slaughtered and burned, and a group of captured drug dealers identified spades. "
The picture on the screen was deep in Yan Min's pupils-it was obviously a sneak shot.
The background of the lens is quite dilapidated. It should be in front of a temple enshrined in a village on the Myanmar border. The poisonous sun burns the jungle, making the picture quality very unclear. Several men of very obvious Burmese origin stood by the off-road vehicle, bulging in their arms, not knowing what weapons were stuffed; a young man wearing a black vest and overalls was getting off the car, with a very sturdy figure and a thigh With a gun in his armed belt, he held a half-bottle of mineral water in his hand and poured it on his head.
Despite being only a side face, Yan Zheng recognized his old acquaintance, Ajie, at a glance.
At the same time, not far from the front of the car, a figure turned towards the temple gate with his back to the camera. In such a hot situation, he turned his shirt and trousers from head to toe. The overexposed white edges at the edges of the picture engulfed his half-body shape, but it can still be seen that he is picking up the level unscathed, from the subtle movements of the limbs to the pace of the pace, there is a sense of calmness.
Yan Yan's eyes were slightly heavy: "Spades k?"
Lu Bureau nodded and tapped on the screen: "This is image material from half a month ago. Only half a day later, only two monks in the village temple were killed and the building was burned."
The office was quiet and silent, with only strict breathing and the sniffing sound of tea drinking by Lu Bureau.
"... how did this picture come from?" Yan Min finally asked after a while.
"Automatic camera." Lu Bureau shook his head and slammed back the large tea pot on the table: "Burma's border with China is an illegal place for drug trafficking, smuggling, and gambling. Recently, a group of people have left. 'Bangbang' was captured by China ’s border police when trying to sneak into the country because we had a cooperation agreement with Myanmar and temporarily returned it to the Burmese military for interrogation. It was found that the drug trafficking organization to which this group of horses belonged was almost a spade. Opposite. After the expedited trial by the Burmese side, the drug dealer gave a very important message, saying that Spade K recently took a few photos and examined the people on the photos in a temple near Paula.
Yan Min jumped with his forehead: "Looking for someone?"
Lv Ju gave the old man the usual seriousness of using a mouse, and gave a hard sting to the "next page".
Swipe--
An unknown photo after several faxes, scans, and remakes appeared on the screen. An elderly monk, about sixty or seventy years old, was wearing a reddish-yellow coat with wrinkles on his eyelids, bare with an aging and swollen arm. Sitting in the temple.
I don't know if the quality of the remake is really poor, or the psychological role of criminal suspects; the monk's face was completely unsteady or peaceful. On the contrary, when Yan Jing looked closely, he even felt a vicious evil.
"I just doubt it." Lu Bureau covered his big tea pot with one hand and pointed at the screen with one finger, Shen said, "This person may be the father of Spades K."
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From today to June 13th, only 20 chapters can be updated. Chapter 20 is not enough in order to ensure that the plot is rolled out normally and successfully completed, so the temporary plan is to update as usual on the day of the flight, and then June 13th. A chapter is updated every two to three days during the -29 (because sometimes on the plane for an entire day), and it will be updated as usual after the 29th return. It is expected to end normally in early or mid July. I do n’t know what your opinions are, I think just for reference.
The itinerary for June was set last year, mainly because I think it can definitely be completed before the game is broken, but the third volume of the plot touched the line, and the entire volume was deleted and the outline rewritten. It was delayed for half a month. If nothing happened that half a month, Poyun could be finished before June 13 ... Now all the pace is disrupted, it is really sad ... (? _?) 2k novel reading network