The storm of electronic fraud, the day I was deceived into northern Myanmar

Standing by the ditch, I stared at the bodies lying in it.

I calmly raised the Black Star pistol in my hand, aimed it at the corpse's head, and fired the last bullet without hesitation.

After confirming that the other party was completely dead, I put the gun back on my waist and carried the body on my back with all my strength.

At this moment, I deeply realized what the old man often said: the dead weigh far more than the living.

The heavy body made every step I took extremely difficult.

When I carried the body back to the car, Ah Dao was standing on the side of the road puffing away smoke.

Seeing me carrying the body, he was obviously a little stunned: "What are you doing?"

I simply replied: "It needs to be cleaned up."

I instructed him to open the door of the pickup truck and throw the body inside.

The other body that fell to the ground before was treated in the same way.

Datu in the car was pale and sweating profusely. I asked him if he could hold on. He nodded and said "Ah...ah..." twice.

I turned to Ah Dao: "Drive the car into the field and start it."

He immediately understood my intention, nodded, and took a bucket of gasoline from the trunk of his car.

Soon Ah Dao started the pickup truck and started driving slowly.

The moment he jumped out of the car, the car began to accelerate and drove directly into the field next to it.

I walked over with the gasoline can and poured it into the cab.

Ah Dao lit a cigarette at this time. After taking a few deep puffs, he motioned for me to step away.

I watched him try to light the gasoline with a cigarette butt and sighed helplessly.

I know that won't work.

I didn't bother to pay attention to him. I took out a prepared towel from my pocket, poured the remaining gasoline in the gasoline barrel on it, and then lit the towel with a lighter.

The flames burst into flames. I used a wooden stick to lift the burning towel and threw it accurately into the cab of the pickup truck.

The fire inside the car spread quickly and we retreated a hundred meters away.

Looking at the blazing fire, I said, "Cigarette butts can't burn gasoline."

Ah Dao was stunned for a moment and looked at me doubtfully: "How is that possible? That's how it's done in the movies."

I sighed softly: "The surface temperature of a cigarette butt is only [-] to [-] degrees, while the ignition point of gasoline is about [-] degrees... Read more books when you have time, and don't always believe what you see in movies."

There was a hint of exhaustion and helplessness in my voice, and I turned around and got on Santana without much pause.

……

The deaths of Wang Xingwei and Su Zhijie did not cause any shock in the park, or in other words, no one cared about their life or death at all.

However, Song Yunsheng's death caused some minor sensation, and I even made a special trip to find the Dog King.

He had no doubt that Song Yunsheng was killed. He complained in front of me: "Damn it, you can drive a car and flip it over! What else do you think these people can do? Now that it's fine, I still have to go outside and do it again." What a fucking mess when the car comes back!"

I smiled and said, "Isn't it a good idea to go out? Your trip is at public expense. Wouldn't it be nice to have fun outside for a few days?"

"Playing? Playing!" the dog king scolded, "The third brother came to me this morning and said he wanted to pull the overturned car back. I have a lot of things to do now, what the hell, I still have to find a crane! "

My heart moved slightly: "What else did Third Brother ask you to do?"

"No, just let me get the car back and get a new one."

I nodded, changed the topic and asked, "Who is going to buy groceries these days?"

"Whoever you like can go! If it doesn't work out, let's get some food from those restaurants first..."

Speaking of this, the dog king sighed: "I thought the logistics department was a sinecure, but who knew there were so many things. I have to take care of everything, including the dog's bed, food and accommodation, and even the paper used to poop. Worry. How could there have been so many things before?"

"Okay, stop complaining. The dogs in your dog farm have been making noise to me these days. When are you going to go over and get rid of the dogs?"

"Get some fur! Anyway, you're in charge of Area D now. You can deal with those dogs as you like."

"Are you sure?" I raised my eyebrows.

He pursed his lips and said, "Okay, I'll have someone come over and do it in a while. I'll keep the dog at your side. Please help me keep an eye on it when you have time."

"I don't have that free time, I'm busy."

With that said, I didn't stop much, turned around and left the Dog King's office.

When I returned to the hospital office building, I found Zhao Yuan. Before I could tell him about the situation during this period, a satisfied smile appeared on her face: "I didn't expect you to be quite efficient, and you did it very cleanly." .”

It seems that she basically knows everything.

I sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette: "Now you can tell me why you have to get rid of the three of them, right?"

She sat in front of me, looked at me and said, "If you were Hu Laosan, how would you develop your own eyeliner?"

"Of course we need to identify people first, and then find ways to arrange them into various positions."

"Then how do you manage these people? Or how do they report to you?"

I frowned slightly, having roughly guessed what she wanted to say: "You mean, Wang Xingwei, Su Zhijie, and Song Yunsheng are the people under Hu Laosan who specialize in managing informants?"

"That's right!" Zhao Yuan nodded, "Hu Laosan can't communicate with everyone, and it's impossible for him to personally arrange whose work. This would be too slow and easy to expose. The easiest way is to find the leader. Let them develop the people below and eventually make a summary.”

She continued: "Whatever Mr. Hu wants to know will be reported by one of them. And one of the three people I asked you to kill is the leader!"

"How do you know one of them will be the leader?"

She smiled and said, "Because when I was still with He Keliang, these three people did some things in private."

"I see..." I pursed my lips, "Logically speaking, after I killed Hu Laosan's people, he should have made some moves. Why is there no movement at all now?"

"What do you want from him?" Zhao Yuan smiled, "Issuing a reward? Or avenging them?"

She said: "If he does this, wouldn't it be equivalent to telling everyone that he has arranged a lot of informants in the park? What will others think then? Will people in other departments have objections to him?"

"According to what you say, he can only be mute this time and cannot tell the story of the pain caused by eating coptis?"

"It's just temporary! He's not the kind of person who gets bored. Maybe it's because he's going to Malaysia soon and doesn't want to cause trouble at this time."

I nodded, thinking that what she said was possible.

I have spent too much energy getting rid of these three people during this period. I have no idea how far the business in District D has progressed.

It seems that I have to focus part of my energy on business to avoid anything happening in the future.