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

Lin Ya drove the vehicle and led Dadi and I along the bustling streets of Bangkok towards the outskirts of the city.

As we get further and further away from the city center, the buildings lining the streets thin out and the foot traffic decreases significantly.

Finally, we came to an almost deserted street. The environment here seemed a bit desolate, with a few dilapidated buildings and abandoned shops scattered around.

Parking the car on the side of the road, Lin Ya took out her mobile phone and started sending messages to the contacts introduced by Brother Jin before.

Datu and I sat in the car and waited quietly.

The street outside the car was unusually quiet, with only the occasional distant barking of dogs breaking the tranquility.

I didn't have much confidence in coming to redeem people this time, but I had already prepared for the worst. If it didn't work out, I would just withdraw when the time came.

After a while, Lin Ya put down her phone, turned to me and said, "I told them that we have arrived at the agreed place and they will send someone to pick us up."

I nodded. Although I was prepared, I still felt a little uneasy.

After waiting for about ten minutes, several figures appeared in the distance and walked slowly towards where we were.

One of the men walked up to our car and knocked on the window.

Lin Ya opened the car window, and the man said a few words briefly in Thai, and then motioned for us to get out of the car.

I opened the car door, and Datu followed me closely, holding a bag with one hundred thousand dollars in his hand.

We followed those people and walked towards an ordinary-looking small restaurant not far away.

We were taken into the restaurant, where some traditional Thai decorations were hung on the walls. Under the dim light, these decorations looked a bit strange.

The entire restaurant is not very big, and there are people sitting at every table, mostly locals, and none of them look like nice people.

It can be seen that this place should be the stronghold of the "Desperado" organization.

We were seated at a corner table.

The atmosphere around us was tense and depressing, and I could feel everyone's eyes on us.

Some of these people were chatting, some were playing with their mobile phones, and their attention was obviously focused on us.

Dadi sat silently beside me, his eyes alert, always ready for any situation that might happen.

Lin Ya tried her best to stay calm, but I could feel her nervousness.

Soon, a tall Thai man came over.

He was wearing a black shirt, with a thick gold chain hanging around his neck, and a Rolex on his wrist. He didn't know whether it was real or fake.

His face was serious, his eyes scanned us sharply, and he finally said something.

Lin Ya responded quickly and spoke to him in Thai.

I couldn't understand what they were saying, so I could only wait and watch.

After the conversation ended, the man nodded and motioned for us to follow him.

He led us through the restaurant to the back door and then to a room in an alley.

When the door was opened, there was smoke inside. There were about seven or eight people inside, four of them were sitting at the table playing cards, and a few others were scattered in various corners of the room.

These people all have rugged faces, some with eye-catching tattoos, some with muscular builds and tall builds.

The air was filled with a strong smell of tobacco, and the dim lights created an oppressive and tense atmosphere.

We were led to a corner of the room, where a guy who looked like the leader was sitting there. His eyes were sharp and cold, and it was clear at a glance that he was not a good person.

The man leading the way reported a few words to the leader in Thai.

The leader's eyes fell on me and he looked at me slowly.

Lin Ya stood next to me nervously. She whispered something to the leader in Thai, her voice so thin that it was almost inaudible.

Before she finished speaking, the leader stretched out his hand and asked in fluent Chinese: "Hello, don't know what to call me?"

I was slightly stunned. I didn't expect that the leader could speak Mandarin so well.

I politely extended my hand to shake his hand and replied, "Yang Lei."

He showed a smile: "I have been in China before, and I really like dealing with you Chinese people."

There is a hint of playfulness and confidence in this sentence.

I smiled and responded, "I don't know what to call you?"

"Basong." He said easily, handing me a cigarette at the same time, with a half-smile on his lips, "Are you here to help your friend solve his trouble?"

I took the cigarette but didn't light it. I just nodded and replied, "Yeah."

"Have you brought the money?" There was a hint of doubt in his voice.

I winked at Datu, and he handed me the bag.

Basong took the bag and gently opened the zipper. It was filled with banknotes.

He took a look, the smile on his lips grew wider, and then casually threw the bag to a subordinate next to him.

"Someone told me before that you Chinese people are very rich, and I have always believed this." Basong said this seemingly insignificant statement, but there was a deep meaning in his tone.

I remained silent and listened to him quietly.

Basong paused, then continued: "So, if you want to take someone away, one hundred thousand is not enough."

I frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy in my heart.

But in this case, I knew better than to show anger or dissatisfaction easily.

"Mr. Basson, how much do you want?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.

He rubbed his fingers, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes: "Fifty thousand! If you bring another four hundred thousand, I will let him go."

I sneered in my heart, this guy is really greedy!

I calmly replied: "Okay!"

Lin Ya next to me was obviously a little surprised when she heard this answer. She glanced at me and didn't know what she was thinking.

Basong laughed after hearing my answer: "Hahaha... Mr. Yang is indeed a cheerful person!"

But I added: "But before that, I want to see my friend."

"Of course." Basong took out his mobile phone and made a video call. After a moment, he handed me the phone.

The video was connected, and I saw that Wang Feiyu was tied to a chair, with a bruised nose and swollen face. It was obvious that he had been severely abused.

Before I could look any further, Basong took the phone back and said, "How was it? When are you going to give me the remaining money?"

"Three days, within three days, I will prepare the money and send it to you." I took a deep breath and said.

"it is good."

When I came here, I thought that if I interacted with these people, I would most likely get hacked.

And this is someone else’s place, so no matter how unhappy I feel, I have to endure it.

As for the promise to give him five hundred thousand, it was nothing more than a stopgap measure.

If I had not agreed just now, the other party would definitely not let us go so easily. Instead of having a conflict with the other party, it is better to leave this place first and then discuss the long term.