Breaking Through the Clouds

Myanmar border.

On the top floor of the five-star hotel, the mirrored elevator doors opened with a ding.Ajie strode out, walked through the long corridor covered with thick carpets, and came to the door of a guarded suite at the end, and his subordinates immediately opened the door for him respectfully.

A few Burmese people sat in the study and chatted in a low voice. Seeing that the business was concluded, all the bosses were happy.The two suitcases were opened and spread flat on the ground. Inside the suitcases were wrapped in black cloth, two large bags of gold were shining brightly. K of Spades beckoned for a bodyguard and ordered in a low voice, "Put it away."

The bodyguard stepped forward in response, at this moment Ajie walked in quickly: "Brother!"

"Ok?"

When the Burmese saw him coming in, they couldn't help whispering to each other, obviously they all knew such a number one ruthless character.But Ajie ignored the group of locals. He leaned into Spade K's ear and whispered for several minutes. Spade K raised his eyebrows: "Oh? He really said that?"

"The news was sent back by our people from Jianning, and they put on a monitor. That's the exact words." Ajie took a breath, his brows and eyes were mixed with unwilling resentment and ferocious eagerness, and his molars grinded for a long time. Then he said, "Then Jiang Ting is really... really a ruthless person."

The K of Spades glanced at him.

Ajie quickly asked: "What should we do now, big brother?"

Spade K tore a piece of paper and wrote down an address, and Ajie quickly picked it up.

"The old man used to have a handicap on this mountainside. One of the largest shipments in the Southwest is the Yuanlong Gorge behind it. Half a year ago, I had people stare at several nearby villages. You take someone there personally. , Remember it for me, no matter what happens, even if you tear yourself apart with the old man," K of Spades said slowly under Ajie's bright eyes: "You know what to do."

Ajie turned and left.

"return!"

Ajie suddenly stopped and turned around, only to see Spade K pointing to the note in the air with a half-smile:

"Young man, remember the previous lesson and don't be so rash. Do you understand?"

Ajie scratched his hedgehog-like short hair, smiled, and walked out quickly.

·

"Hey, I said, are you okay?"

Sitting in the bumpy broken car, Qi Sihao almost regretted that he wolfed down three steamed buns in the orphanage. The rugged mountain road almost forced him to spit out the contents of his stomach.Throughout the whole journey, he kept his mouth tightly shut to fight against the rolling esophagus, but when it was getting dark, he finally couldn't help it, and asked his question to the driver's seat as calmly as possible.

There was nothing unusual about Yan Xie's side face, but from the brow bone to the bridge of the nose, and even the drooping corners of the lips, it was like a whole block of black rock carved out by a sharp knife, exuding a sharp and gloomy aura.

Qi Sihao secretly glanced at him, and now he really regretted that he didn't just sleep in the orphanage for a night like the driver sent by the county government.

"No, Team Yan, look, it's really going to be dark today. With the road conditions, we will definitely not be able to go back to Tongshan County at night, and it's too dangerous to drive overnight. Why don't we go back to Yongkang Village for the night, let's talk about it tomorrow, huh?"

Qi Sihao was really earnest, he only heard the wheels passing by the ground, making a rumbling sound, but Yan Yan didn't say a word.

After a long while suddenly: "Stab——"

With one foot on the brake pedal, the wheels almost slipped. Qi Sihao was caught off guard and leaned forward, almost being strangled by the seat belt.

Yan Xie didn't even look at him, he turned the car around and drove towards the village that he had already passed.

Yongkang Village is located at the foot of the mountain, in an extremely remote location, far away from Tongshan County, but unexpectedly, the economy is developing well, and every household has built a concrete house.It is likely that outsiders are rarely seen here. Yan Mao and his broken car attracted crowds of onlookers as soon as they entered the village, and there were also ignorant children following behind, sniffing their noses and poking their heads curiously.

Yan Xie carried the county government's documents on poverty alleviation projects with him, and after greeting the village committee, he was personally arranged by the village head to live in the only guest house in the village.

Although the conditions were simple, at least there was a hard bed to sleep on.

Qi Sihao has been pampered and pampered in the past few years, and he is not used to this kind of simple environment. After washing hastily, he put on his clothes and went to sleep.Yan Xie ate slowly, put on a coat and left the guest house, sitting in the yard with a heavy heart and lighting a cigarette.

Once it gets dark in the countryside, if there are no stars and no moon, then there is really no light at all.In particular, Yongkang Village is backed by vast mountains and forests, where the wind is blowing, cranes are singing and wild animals are howling, and there is no one else. People who are used to living in the city can't imagine how far they can reach their fingers at night.

Yan Yan was wearing a windbreaker, sitting on the stone steps in the dilapidated courtyard, the red light from the cigarette butt between his fingers was vague.

"...I didn't have a guardian at the time, and I lived alone in an old-fashioned tube building next to the school..."

"When I was able to investigate my files through various means, I discovered that the so-called 'adopter' does not actually exist..."

That night, Jiang Ting's narration was accompanied by the sound of the river, resounding in Yan Mao's ears again, but this time he finally heard the irony and self-mockery in his heart that had been suppressed for a long time.

Maybe Jiang Ting didn't lie, what he said was the truth.

——It’s just the part he didn’t say, but it can subvert all hypocritical appearances.

The so-called adopters really do not exist, because "Grass Flower A", as a Burmese drug dealer, cannot register for adoption with real information, and Jiang Ting, who has grown up, knows this very well.That is to say, when Jiang Ting showed that he knew nothing about his past experience, he actually understood in his heart how intricately he had been connected with the drug cartel over the years.

So, is he really a "sliding gear" into the OUHK?

Is it really a coincidence that he has become the most promising new police star in the anti-drug department in the Southwest?

It is impossible for fate to set up so many mistakes when a person is completely ignorant, unless the person's every step follows the rhythm that has been arranged, but there is no clue on the surface.

And the turning point of Jiang Ting's fate - the 1009 bombing three years ago, was it really betrayed by the police insider?Or was it a well-prepared script?

For the first time in his life, a shudder suddenly rose in Yan Mao's heart.

"The reason for hiding it is not because I'm afraid you will get involved in this troubled water, Yan Xie, but because I don't believe you—"

If a person is still unable to entrust his trust after experiencing several life and death together, then after excluding all the dramas of the Arabian Nights, there is only one possibility left in the end:

He knew he couldn't afford the same amount of trust.

Something suddenly flashed in the dark night in the distance, and Yan Yan raised his head subconsciously, only to see faint light spots shaking on the mountainside a few kilometers away, like rows of car lights.

There are still people driving overnight in such a precipitous place, either because they are good at driving, or they are really desperate.

He breathed out, his temple throbbed throbbingly, and he was not in the mood to think about anything else. He put out the cigarette butt and threw it by the bushes, got up and walked back to the guest house.

I didn't look carefully when I was staying in the evening, but this time I saw the two sons of the owner of the hostel invite a few young people of the same age, sitting in the hall, drinking and playing games.When Yan Yan passed by, they smelled the smoke and came up to ask for cigarettes. Yan Yan was a little surprised, but still threw half a pack of cigarettes in the past, turned around and went upstairs.

The thin walls and door panels couldn't stop Qi Sihao's snoring at all. Just as Yan Yan was about to push the door, his hand paused.

There are so many [-]-year-old boys in this village who are idle at home and don't go to the city to work?

A little doubt flashed in his heart, and he felt that this was not in line with the current situation of the countryside he usually saw, but then he thought that maybe this village has a high degree of agriculture, so he opened the door and entered the house without thinking carefully.

·

The night temperature in the mountains is extremely low, and the tap water is freezing cold.Yan Xie hastily washed his face with the water pipe, and sat on the edge of the bed with his clothes on, holding his mobile phone. The north wind whistled long and mournfully from the window behind him, and the cold wind hissed through the window lattice.

The moonlight finally peeked out from the dark clouds, passed through the frosted glass of the shabby room, and reflected on the side of Yan Mao's face, making his complexion blue and white.

He looked at the three words "Consultant Lu" in the phone's address book, his eyes shone horribly.

The snoring of Qi Sihao next door stopped, he probably turned over, the bed board creaked, and then the snoring started again.

Yan Mao took a deep breath, and slowly stretched his thumb towards the dial button, at this moment he stopped slightly.

I don't know when there was a roar in the distance. The movement was very slight at first, and soon it became far and near, and it was very clear in the silent night of the mountain forest. In a blink of an eye, I followed the mountain road to the village.

—It turned out to be the engines of several cars.

Yan Yan forcibly suppressed his chaotic thoughts, leaned his upper body back, and approached the window sill where a lot of dust had accumulated, squinting his eyes and looking out.The night was deep and dense, and it was so far away that I couldn't see anything clearly; in a short while, I saw several big headlights flashing at the same time at the end of the only winding dirt road in the village!

Yan Mao's eyes were pierced by the high beam, and he turned away immediately.

Just for a moment, the engine roared loudly, making people's eardrums humming and vibrating at the same time.Hundreds of dogs were barking near the village, dogs were barking all around, sporadic lights lit up in the distance, and people in the village pushed the door and scolded; it took several minutes for the movement to subside slightly, and the vehicles turned off one after another. Taking advantage of the brief turmoil, he pushed open the rusty window and looked out through the gap.

The lights of the village committee next door were turned on, and several pretty good off-road vehicles were parked on the dirt road in front of the door.A lot of figures got out of the car door and walked back and forth. Out of professional habits, Yan Mao made a rough count, and there were no fewer than ten people.

... What are you doing in the middle of the night?

He didn't make a sound, and leaned against the crack of the window to continue peeping.I saw that group of people seemed to be very familiar with the local area and very open-minded. Talking, yelling, talking, laughing, and walking around were noisy at night, but the accent of the place could not be heard clearly.After about another cigarette, the movement of these ten or so people subsided, forming a group towards the guest house here.

The dark clouds gather and disperse silently, and the pale moonlight casts on the bluestone road, reflecting the figures of the first two or three people. The old man who walked in the front and guided the way is no stranger to him, he is the village chief Yan Yan just met in the evening.

Behind him, dressed in black, with one hand in his pocket, smoking a cigarette without saying a word is——

Yan Mo's eyes changed.

It's Ajie!

If it were anyone else, his brain would have exploded at that time, and Yan Xie's first reaction was: Fuck!

Then he realized with lightning speed that these people were coming for him!

He passed the documents submitted by his family's poverty alleviation project, all the way from the provincial party committee to the county seat, and then drove hundreds of kilometers to the orphanage with great fanfare. He dug up image data more than 20 years ago to investigate how many people and how many Eyes and ears, it is simply impossible to count.As long as Spade K deliberately inquires about it, this matter will never be hidden, and it is reasonable to follow the clues to find out.

But why come so fast, how is it possible? !

Yan Yan had no time to think about it, so he quickly got up and put on his clothes, grabbed the car keys, opened the door and rushed to the next door, and slammed on the door a few times: "Old Qi! Wake up!"

Inside the door, Qi Sihao was snoring loudly, showing no sign of waking up.

Yan Yan said in his heart that I'm going to fuck your ancestors, so he didn't have time to hesitate, so he grabbed the doorknob with both hands and put his foot against it.That posture was at the level of a police academy textbook. There was a dull click, and the door latch was cracked by the pressure. Then he pushed the door and broke in!

"Varied--"

Qi Sihao finally woke up with a start, and before he could utter half a word in a daze, Juli pressed his mouth, and almost lost his breath: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu?!"

Yan Yan put his index finger to his lips, which was an extremely severe silence, and then let go under Qi Sihao's horrified gaze.

"You are..."

"Shut up and follow me." Yan Xie lowered his voice, and every word that followed made Qi Sihao's heart skip a beat: "The king of spades is here."

·

"In the past two days? There have been no strangers passing by in the past two days, and no cars have been seen halfway up the mountain. Every household in our place is selling well..."

The door of the guest house was opened, and the village chief nodded and bowed to invite the group of people in, and the owner's family came out nervously.Ajie stepped over the threshold wearing hard-soled short boots, sniffed as soon as he entered the room, and said casually, "It smells like smoke."

The boss's son had put down his cell phone, fumbled out the cigarette case, smiled and offered a cigarette.

"I said earlier that there is a ration of goods every year. My brother said that there is so much and so much. If you are willing to sell mixed or not, it will not affect the quantity we can ship. Business is not good these days. Several roads in the southwestern region are broken, fortunately you are surrounded by mountains... yo," Ajie took two puffs of the cigarette, keenly aware of something, and raised his eyelids: "—everyone in your village Is it pumping soft Chinese? There is too much oil and water."

The village chief was trembling at his meaningful tone, and just about to defend himself, the young man offering cigarettes interrupted: "No, no, how dare we play tricks? The cigarettes are given by the lodgers in the county today!"

There are always a lot of tricks on the shipping channels. Ajie was just casually frightening and demolishing the house, but when he heard the word county, his expression changed immediately: "Is there someone?"

He turned to the village chief, frowned and said, "When I asked you just now, didn't you say that no one has entered the village these two days?"

"Yes, yes, not a stranger, but the leader of the poverty alleviation project in the county, with a secretary." The village chief immediately explained: "It seems that he is quite young and has no style. He just lives temporarily for one night and puts it on tomorrow. Just go, it's okay!"

young?

There seemed to be something in the atmosphere that suddenly cooled down. Ajie squinted his eyes and stared at the village chief suspiciously: "...what does it look like?"

Ajie's face itself is a bit of a Southeast Asian look, maybe he has been on the road for a long time, and his brows give people a cold and fierce feeling.The village chief was locked in such a fixed gaze, cold sweat dripped from his back, he gestured hurriedly: "Probably... about this tall, very tall. In his thirties, he looks quite tough..."

Ajie breathed out silently.

Not to mention his "tough" appearance, he couldn't be Jiang Ting with his height.

"The secretary is quite old, wearing leather shoes with a puffy stomach... Oh yes, the car they drive is still parked in the yard! Look!"

This appearance description dispelled Ajie's last doubts, but out of caution, he followed the village chief out of the gate, and saw a Wuling Hongguang parked beside the kitchen outside the yard. It had been driven for an unknown number of years Yeah, the tires and body were all splashed with mud.

The village chief stood beside him rubbing his hands uneasily. Ajie lit up the flashlight and glanced into the old cab.

Obviously nothing, but his eyelids suddenly started to twitch lightly.

It's just such a coincidence that when Jiang Ting left Jianning, the county leader came over there?

He stood on the spot without making a sound, no one dared to move around, and he only listened to the wind blowing by halfway up the mountain.After about a few minutes, Ajie finally moved and turned around heavily: "Call someone to..."

click.

It was actually just an extremely slight sound, but it was slightly noticeable in the silence, and Ajie raised his head instantly:

"who?"

No one noticed except him, and the air froze for a moment.Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ajie held down the gun on his back, like a beast that smelled the scent in the dark night, and stepped forward gently——