Breaking Through the Clouds

Little Mongla, Myanmar.

The temple is surrounded by jungle on all sides, and the thick green like splashed ink in the daytime has turned into ghosts crawling out of hell.The blazing torches lit up the sky above the village, the loud crackling sound accompanied the dark night pines, and the wind carried the howling monks far away.

Five Humvees with headlights turned on formed a circle, and several Burmese with submachine guns stood outside the car, the gloomy gangster looks on their faces reflected by the firelight.In the open space in front of the temple, K of Spades bent down, faced the abbot with a pale face, clicked on the photo in his hand, and asked in Chinese: "Where is he?"

The abbot burst into tears, shook his head, twitched and muttered, and then broke free from the shackles and kowtowed to beg for mercy.

The black eyes behind the spade K sunglasses were very calm, without any impatience, and repeated the question in Burmese:

"where is he?"

"@#￥*Y*&..." the abbot shook his head fiercely and howled, and the monks behind him sobbed in unison.

Spade K stood up helplessly, took a breath, and paused for a few seconds.

Then he suddenly drew his gun and pointed it between the abbot's eyebrows, and fired a quick burst!

boom!

The old abbot had a blood hole in his head, his eyes were wide open, and he fell to the ground with a plop.

There was a silence around, and then someone screamed, someone passed out, someone struggled to crawl forward, and was grabbed by the drug dealer.K of spades, as if he didn't hear anything, calmly walked to the next monk and asked the same question: "Where is he?"

The young monk was so frightened that he peed his pants, tremblingly staring at the old man in cassock in the photo, it took him a long time to hear what he said: "I really don't know, I really don't know, please. Please, please, forgive me—”

Spade K asked: "Really don't know?"

"I really haven't seen it, I don't know, please, please—"

boom!

The gunshots echoed for a long time, and the monk's body splashed dust, and he died with regret.

There was a loud cry of mourning in the open space, as if a living sea of ​​blood had emerged from the Asura Field.Spade K seemed a little bored, he closed his eyes, put away his gun, casually handed the photo to Ajie behind him, and made a careless gesture.

Ajie took the first half step knowingly and held up the photo, showed it around the open space, and asked sharply in Burmese: "Who knows the whereabouts of this person? Tell me and you can live! Otherwise, you will all die here today!"

His voice was extremely penetrating, instantly suppressing all the wailing alive.But then, more sharp and desperate cries sounded from all directions in the open space, even causing the beasts in the mountains and forests to howl and rush to the distance with the wind like waves.

Spade K rubbed his forehead, stepped over the corpse of the old abbot, and walked towards the off-road vehicle outside the open space.

Myanmar's subordinates rushed to meet him: "Boss."

"Looks like I'm not lying." Spade K said lazily, then ordered after a pause, "Clean it up."

The subordinates responded immediately, exchanged glances with Ajie, and several bodyguards with submachine guns stepped forward.

Da da da da da da, da da da da--

The sound of submachine guns resounded through the open space like a cannonball, and the mournful wailing exploded in an instant and disappeared quickly.Eight or nine torches flew into the temple with trailing flames, and after a while, the whole building turned into a burning fire, billowing black smoke into the dark night sky.

"Brother." Ajie got into the Humvee, his eyes seemed a little uneasy: "This is already the third temple, what should we do now?"

Spade K was leaning on the back seat, his face was reflected in the ferocious firelight outside the car window, as if he was closing his eyes and resting his mind.His calm appearance made everyone very uneasy. After about a while, he suddenly said: "There should be someone who knows where he is."

Ajie was taken aback for a moment, and immediately realized: "You mean—"

Spade K didn't answer directly, but waved his hand: "Go and fight Luo."

Ajie quickly responded to tell the driver, the Humvee started roaring, the headlights lined up, and drove towards the jungle in the distance.

·

Jianning.

The lights in the bedroom were turned off, and the thickened curtains blocked the outside world, leaving only the hot and dizzy world on the bed.

Most of the quilt has already fallen on the carpet, and the other half is moving up and down in the dark. Every time it sinks to the bottom, there will be a quick gasp from the blanket under the quilt, which seems to be very painful, but There are other meanings that can't be said.

The voice was extremely subtle because of its excessive hoarseness, and it was always inaudible; as if it was dissatisfied, the frequency of the undulation became more rapid and fierce, almost crushing the moaning into pieces and turning it into a flow liquid seeps into the air.

"... Yan... Yan Yan...!"

The tail was finally squeezed out by the continuous high-frequency impact, and was immediately knocked out by the last few bursts.Yan Xie finally completed the siege with a victorious posture. While shooting into the deepest part of Jiang Ting's body, he repeatedly pushed Jiang Ting's hand hard, grabbed Jiang Ting's hand from the bed sheet, and grabbed it in his palm. Kiss on the lips.

Jiang Ting couldn't catch his breath, his chest tightened and he didn't sink down exhausted until the long ejaculation process was over.His whole body was in a mess, the muscles in his inner thighs were convulsing, Yan Yan turned on the bedside lamp, only to see that his black eyelashes were wet, and the center of his brows was slightly wrinkled, as if he didn't feel very comfortable.

Yan Yan leaned over and licked his eyebrows with the tip of her tongue, gently and patiently until the wrinkle was smoothed away, then she got up to warm up a cup of sweet milk, and when she came back, she hugged Jiang Ting, who was half asleep and half awake, and slowly fed it to him.

"Take a bath..." Jiang Ting said vaguely.

Yan Xie said: "Later."

He harbored some kind of secret expectation in his heart—Jiang Ting would forget about it later, but he didn't expect that after drinking half a cup of warm milk intermittently, Jiang Ting frowned again, and said in a low voice, "Go take a bath." ..."

Yan Xie had no choice but to carry him on his shoulders to the bathroom, and under the steam-filled shower, he was pressed against the wall to kiss and penetrate intermittently, taking a full bath for more than half an hour before coming out.

Jiang Ting was already very tired. He almost fell asleep when he came out of the bathroom. The moment he touched the pillow, he seemed a little awake. He frowned hoarsely: "...Did you take medicine?"

Yan Mao laughed softly, but didn't answer.Sure enough, Jiang Ting fell asleep a few seconds later, his black hair just blow-dried falling on the snow-white pillow.

Yan Yan leaned over and licked his eyebrows with the tip of her tongue, gently and patiently until the wrinkle was smoothed away, then she got up to warm up a cup of sweet milk, and when she came back, she hugged Jiang Ting, who was half asleep and half awake, and slowly fed it to him.

"Take a bath..." Jiang Ting said vaguely.

Yan Xie said: "Later."

He harbored some kind of secret expectation in his heart—Jiang Ting would forget about it later, but he didn't expect that after drinking half a cup of warm milk intermittently, Jiang Ting frowned again, and said in a low voice, "Go take a bath." ..."

Yan Xie had no choice but to carry him on his shoulders to the bathroom, and under the steam-filled shower, pressed him against the wall and kissed him intermittently, taking a full bath for more than half an hour before coming out.

Jiang Ting was already very tired. He almost fell asleep when he came out of the bathroom. The moment he touched the pillow, he seemed a little awake. He frowned hoarsely: "...Did you take medicine?"

Yan Mao laughed softly, but did not answer, and Jiang Ting fell asleep a few seconds later, his black hair just blow-dried falling on the snow-white pillow.

Yan Xie took off the bath towel wrapped around his body, changed into clean and soft pajamas, propped his forehead with one hand and leaned against the pillow, carefully observing his quiet breathing in sleep.The hazy yellow light casts on his fair side cheeks, the corners of his eyebrows are neat and clean, and the ends of his eyes are very long; this look is a bit too delicate for a man, but his nose bridge is unexpectedly straight, which neutralizes the overly soft Appearance, the nose casts a right-angled shadow, showing a slightly cold temperament.

Yan Mao lifted the hair on his forehead, and the scars on the winding mountain road that had been cut by broken glass had healed, but were still clearly visible.

"..." Yan Yan's eyes flickered, and he kept rubbing the scar with his thumb, and a trace of complicated emotions gradually permeated from his eyes.After a while, he turned around and picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table, opened WeChat for the umpteenth time in the past two days, and opened the chat window——

On the street that evening, every word of Qi Sihao's message was like a knife, deeply rooted in Yan Yu's heart from his pupils:

【Yazhi Garden, Room 6, Building A, District 905】

[This is what it says on the intranet]

——This is Jiang Ting's address in Gongzhou before his accident.

When Yan Yan was in Gongzhou, he suddenly became curious about Jiang Ting's life back then, so he asked Qi Sihao to tell himself through the police investigation.At that time, Qi Sihao wondered why he didn't ask Jiang Ting directly, but he interrupted him with a haha.

In fact, Yan Xie didn't have any intention of inquiring, mainly because even if Jiang Ting had something suspicious, his home had already been searched by the 1009 task force countless times.The reason why he didn't ask directly was purely because he wanted to take the time to sneak over after asking, and secretly observe Jiang Ting's various small living habits in the past.

He once guessed that the community where Jiang Ting lived was not too far from the Gongzhou Municipal Bureau, but the area and orientation would not be very good. After all, Jiang Ting's income level is here, and he is not like the kind of person who pays attention to the quality of life; I wondered if Jiang Ting would arrange his home like a police school dormitory, strict, careful, full of ascetic cleanliness, and lack of fireworks like himself.

But what he never expected was that Jiang Ting would live there, Yazhi Garden.

He had been to this place, the day after Wang Xingye fell from the building.

Before the 1009 plastic factory exploded, Red Heart Q's order to confirm the transaction location was sent from Room 701 of a certain building in this community.

——The trace left by Red Heart Q, and Jiang Ting's address that he never announced to the public, one of the two is not a coincidence.

·

Monday morning.

Yan Yan hastily smoothed up the cuffs of his shirt, grabbed the windbreaker hanging in the entrance and put it on, while putting on his shoes, he scratched his hair in front of the glass: "Let's go!"

At the dining table behind him, Jiang Ting didn't raise his head: "Come back."

"It's already [-]:[-]. At [-]:[-] in the morning, Mr. Lu will personally preside over the weekly meeting. He will be late for the meeting and have to conduct an inspection in front of the overall situation. I said what are you doing?" An egg toast sandwich was stuffed in front of him, and he couldn't help but "噫", and then Jiang Ting reached into his windbreaker and unbuttoned the shirt on his stomach.

"..." Yan Yan was quite shocked, he was stunned for two seconds, and then the conditioned reflex held his breath and tightened his abdominal muscles: "I said your body can bear it, don't make trouble, come and give me a kiss..."

Jiang Ting said, "Kiss yourself in the mirror." Then he rearranged the last two buttons he had buttoned wrong, and tucked the hem back into the waistband of his trousers.

Not without regret, Yan Xie grabbed Jiang Ting and kissed him on the forehead, and hurried out to work. The sound of the door being closed heavily echoed in the empty living room for a long time.

A few minutes later, the Phaeton he drove most often backed out of the garage, turned around in a beautiful and neat triangle, and sped towards the gate of the community.

Jiang Ting stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his arms folded, his eyelashes drooping, and the glass reflected his dim pupils.It wasn't until the Phaeton completely disappeared at the end of the straight driveway in the community that he looked away and let out a soft breath.

A white mist that was barely visible on the glass drifted past.

He picked up the mobile phone beside him, changed a sim card, hesitated for a moment after restarting the phone, and finally dialed an international number.

beep beep beep beep

"Hey?"

The floor-to-ceiling windows reflected Jiang Ting's clear and emotionless face, and there was no wave in his voice.He said: "Hello, I want to donate a sum of incense to the local temple through your office, how should I do it?"

·

Five or ten minutes later, Yan Yan rushed into the conference room wrapped in the wind, walked quickly through the crowd with his head bowed, pulled out the chair as far as possible to attract attention, and sat down on his buttocks, looking around vigilantly—fortunately, except for the people in the front row. Except for Deputy Director Wei's glaring glance at him, no one noticed that Deputy Yan's detachment was late for the eighth or ninth meeting in the past six months.

Yan Xie breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly realized something was wrong: where is Bureau Lu?

The minute hand pointed to a quarter past ten, and there was a constant buzzing sound in the large conference room, but the seat of Bureau Lu at the top was empty, not even the big tea mug.

"Don't look for Brother Yan," Ma Xiang, who was sitting behind him, approached secretly, and whispered, "You are lucky today, and Bureau Lu hasn't come yet."

"What happened?"

Ma Xiang covered his face with a notebook: "I don't know, the first round of summary just now was made by the old Wei on behalf of Bureau Lu...Fuck, brother Yan, did you fight with Consultant Lu this weekend, and the back of your neck was scratched three times?" Come?"

Yan Yan reached out to touch it, and hurriedly pulled up the back collar of his shirt: "Go, go! Children, let's see your harem go wild!"

Ma Xiang pursed his lips and wanted to say something to him, when suddenly the door of the conference room opened, and everyone was sitting upright, only to see Secretary Zhang from the director's office walking in quickly, leaning over and whispering something in Deputy Director Wei's ear, After a while, Old Wei nodded.

"Well," Deputy Director Wei cleared his throat, and said loudly, "Director Lu is not here today. When I just went downstairs, I sprained my ankle, and the tea mug fell to the ground."

Everyone around was surprised, and then let out low laughter.

"I will preside over our weekly meeting today. Next, as usual, each business department will report on the key tasks and projects of last week—Director Xiaogou... Then what, Director Gou Li, you come first."

Gou Li stood up with a stern face, while Yan Yan was looking funny, when suddenly, from the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Secretary Zhang bending over the crowd and coming straight to him: "Deputy Yan..."

"Ok?"

When Yan Yan raised his head, he saw Secretary Zhang gently pressing his ear, and said, "Boss Lu has something urgent to see you."

·

Lu Ju's big tea mug was placed on the table, and he was soaking his usual chrysanthemum, wolfberry, red dates and rock sugar health tea, and the heat was hovering in the air.

"What?" Yan Xi was extremely surprised: "Ministry of Public Security?"

There were only the two of them in the sound-proof office. Ju Lu’s body was squeezing the large leather swivel chair to the brim—after all, even drinking tea had to be served with rock sugar—he was taking off his reading glasses and rubbing his eyes tiredly. Nodded, 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 southwest region. For this reason, it also sent several notes to Myanmar. Last Friday, the Myanmar military notified my country According to the latest situation, three temples in remote areas around Xiaomengla were massacred and burned, and a group of captured drug dealers identified Spade King."

The picture on the screen was reflected in the depths of Yan Mao's pupils - it was obviously a candid shot.

The background of the camera is quite dilapidated. It should be in front of a temple enshrined in a village on the border of Myanmar. The scorching sun is baking the jungle, making the picture quality very unclear.Several men of very obvious Burmese descent stood beside the off-road vehicle, their arms were bulging, and they did not know what weapons were stuffed into them; a young man in a black vest and overalls was getting out of the vehicle. There was a gun in his armed belt, and he poured a half bottle of mineral water on his head.

Even though it was just a profile, Yan Xie recognized his old acquaintance, Ajie, at a glance.

At the same time, not far from the front of the car, a figure walked towards the gate of the temple with his back to the camera, wearing a shirt and trousers from head to toe in such a hot situation.The overexposed white border at the edge of the picture swallowed up half of his figure, but it can still be seen that he is walking up the stairs at a leisurely pace, from the subtle movements of his body to the pace of his steps, there is a sense of calmness.

Yan Xie's eyes darkened slightly: "K of spades?"

Director Lu nodded and tapped the screen: "This is the image material from half a month ago. Only half a day later, the only two monks in the temple in this village were killed and the building was burned down."

There was no sound in the office, only Yan Yan's breathing, and Lu Ju's sipping tea.

"...How did you get this photo?" Yan Xie finally asked after a long while.

"Automatic camera." Director Lu shook his head, and put the big tea mug back on the table with a bang: "Myanmar Xiaomengla borders with China, and it's an outlaw place where drug trafficking, smuggling, and gambling are common. The caravan was captured by the Chinese border armed police when trying to smuggle into the country. Because we have a cooperation agreement with Myanmar, we temporarily handed it back to the Burmese military for interrogation. It turned out that the drug trafficking organization to which this caravan belongs can almost be regarded as the king of spades. Right. After an expedited interrogation by the Burmese side, a drug trafficker gave a very important piece of information, saying that K of Spades recently took a few photos and interrogated the people in the photos at a temple near Mong La.”

Yan Mo's forehead twitched: "Looking for someone?"

With the earnestness that old people used to use the mouse, Director Lu pressed hard on the "next page".

brush-

A photo appeared on the screen that had been faxed, scanned and reproduced several times. An elderly monk about 70 to [-] years old was wearing a red-yellow cassock, with drooping wrinkles on his eyelids and an old and swollen arm, sitting upright. In the Buddhist hall.

I don’t know whether it’s because the quality of the remake is really poor, or because of the suspicious psychology of the criminal investigators; the monk’s face is completely devoid of stability or peace. On the contrary, when Yan Xie looked at it intently, he even vaguely felt an inexplicable evil.

"I'm just skeptical." Director Lu covered the big teapot with one hand, pointed at the screen with the other, and said in a deep voice, "This person may be the father of Spade K."