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

I relayed Xu Jiang’s arrangement to Lao K. He nodded, hesitated and asked me: “You must have used a gun, right?”

"I used Black Star." I said.

He nodded, and then took out an M9 from under the front seat: "Black Star is rarely used by people now. This gun is for you."

I took it over and weighed it in my hand, and found that it did feel much better than the Black Star.

I am no stranger to this gun, and I have touched it several times when I was in the park.

The M9 was originally a standard pistol used by the U.S. military, and is also used by most U.S. police. Because of its huge production, a lot of it went out.

After checking the gun, I strapped it to my waist.

At about eight o'clock, Jiang Yanghui came out of the hotel and got into a Mercedes-Benz. Behind the Mercedes-Benz was a business car filled with his bodyguards.

At 8:40, we arrived at the door of the bar Xu Jiang mentioned.

After parking the car, Lao K and I got out of the car and walked towards the bar, while Ali stayed in the car and waited.

The four English letters were spelled out with neon lights at the door of the bar, and the dim yellow lights looked particularly dazzling in the dark night.

The music released bursts of dull bass as the door opened, like a rhythmic heartbeat, making people panic.

A smell mixed with tobacco, alcohol and cheap perfume assaulted my nostrils. It was the smell of nightlife, strong and with a hint of rundown.

We walked through a narrow corridor lined with graffiti-covered walls, with colored lights flashing to music at every step, and ended in a spacious hall.

In the center of the hall is a long bar. The shelves behind it are filled with a dazzling array of wine bottles. The transparent glass reflects a psychedelic light under the light.

The surrounding sofa area was almost full of people, and the faces of men and women under the light were smeared into a sickly pale color.

Their eyes are empty, some are swaying gently to the music, and others are looking for company for the next night.

Various sounds intertwined into a disorderly noise here, and everyone was enjoying this endless banquet in their own way.

We found a corner next to the bar and sat down. The lights around us were darker than elsewhere, but enough for us to see each other's expressions clearly.

Old K waved to the waiter and ordered two glasses of wine.

"You sit here for a while, I'll go take a look around."

I nodded.

The waiter soon brought the wine. I didn’t know where Mr. K had gone, so I could only sit and wait.

At this moment, the surrounding music suddenly stopped, and a beam of light hit the innermost stage.

I don't know when a girl with a voluptuous figure appeared above. As the spotlight brightened, she became the focus of the audience.

She has a voluptuous figure, every movement is full of temptation, and her clothes are sexy and bold, with only the most subtle fabrics covering key parts of her body.

Her hair was styled into an intentionally messy look that contrasted with her sophisticated makeup.

The music sounded again, a slow and rhythmic jazz piece. The girl swayed slowly to the rhythm of the music. Her movements were sexy and full of power, showing both softness and an arrogant wildness.

The light smoke from the smoke machine surrounded her, making her seem like a phantom coming out of a dream.

Her eyes wandered around everyone in the audience, and every glance she cast could trigger whispers from the audience.

The lights on the stage changed with her dance steps, from warm red to deep blue, as if following her mood.

As the dance progressed, she gradually took off her clothes, but every time she took off her clothes, she was controlled just right, not being vulgar, but enough to stimulate the audience's nerves.

When the last piece of fabric slipped away, a blur of light was cast on the stage, and her body became hazy in the interplay of light and shadow, adding to the mystery.

The music gradually reached a climax, and at the end of the last beat, she suddenly froze, and the lights on the stage went out instantly, leaving the audience in the audience wildly cheering and applauding.

This was my first time watching a striptease show, and I have to say it was really exciting.

Especially when you sit and watch with a large group of strangers, the strange feeling will unconsciously make your adrenaline surge.

At this time, Lao K had been gone for about ten minutes. Just when I was about to look for him, he had already come back and sat next to me.

"Did you see that over there?" He raised his chin to signal to me. I followed his gaze and found a fire door in the corner not far away.

"Go out from there, go to the end and turn left, which is the back door of the bar. I will wait for you there in a while. Come over after you finish your work..."

I nodded, and he hesitated and said, "If anything unexpected happens, don't linger, come directly to me."

"it is good."

"Besides, Jiang Yanghui is in box No. 8..."

After Lao K stood up and left again, I sent a message to Xu Jiang and told him Jiang Yanghui's location.

About twenty minutes later, Xu Jiang came to the bar with three people. It was also at this time that I received his message.

He asked me to go first and leave the rest to him.

When I saw this message, I couldn't help but take a deep breath and continued to sit in my seat without any intention of leaving.

After Xu Jiang led people into the aisle of the box area, I waited for two or three minutes before following him.

Just as I reached the aisle, I heard the crackle of gunfire, and then I saw several women running out of a box with frightened expressions on their faces.

The high heels made a rapid and chaotic sound on the smooth floor, like a disorderly drum beat, reflecting the tense atmosphere in the aisle.

The women's eyes flickered around, looking for an escape. Some people's makeup had been wiped out due to panic, and some even dropped their shoes and ran barefoot regardless of their appearance.

Others in the aisle quickly recovered from their shock and were in chaos for a moment.

But in the hall, the high-pitched rhythm covered up all abnormalities. The crowds who were intoxicated in the night were still dancing in their own world without noticing any uneasiness.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Jiang rushed out of the box with his hand covered. His steps were disordered, his shoulder hit the wall, and his face was full of pain.

This scene is like a slow-motion movie, every detail is magnified, and every drop of blood is clearly visible!

I hid in the shadow of the corner, hesitated for a moment, and then pulled out the M9 pistol from my waist as fast as lightning. The cold touch of metal instantly spread throughout my palm.

The heaviness of the gun gave me some inexplicable comfort, as if it provided a glimmer of stability in this turbulent environment.

The music was still roaring in the hall, but my heartbeat was louder in my ears. Every beat was like a drumstick hitting hard. My breathing became rapid, but the gun in my hand was extremely stable.

It was also at this time that He Hong's voice sounded in my mind again: "This time you go to Westport. Xu Jiang will come to pick you up. You go with him to meet someone who is my business partner in Westport." Partner, when the time comes, find an opportunity to kill Xu Jiang!"