Breaking Through the Clouds

China-Myanmar border.

Outside Guigai Town, Gaide Mountains.

Under the scorching sun, an off-road vehicle crossed the mountain road, bumped up and down, and finally stopped at the gate of the temple against the scorching sun.Several Burmese people jumped out of the car, moved out several large cardboard boxes from the back box, which contained various kinds of water and tobacco, and carried them skillfully across the courtyard on their shoulders.

The driver came under the yew tree in the front yard and bowed respectfully: "Uncle Wu Tun."

An old monk with a thin body and a slightly hunched back was wearing a khaki cassock, sitting on a reclining chair in the shade of a tree, puffing his breath, and slowly said "oh", pointing to the mountains outside the courtyard wall: "Still there? "

The driver nodded: "Still."

Wu Tun is actually not yet 70 years old, but the sides of his cheeks are drooping, deep wrinkles bring down the corners of his eyes, and his eyes are slightly yellow with cataracts. He looks like he is in his 80s.Maybe it's because he fought and killed too much in the Golden Triangle in his early years. Compared with the average old people, his appearance has changed a lot, always with a bit of cunning and fierceness.

"I've given the order, and I've called the hello, but it's useless." Wu Tun flicked the cigarette ash and said, "The police in Shan State have never been so difficult as this time!"

The driver whispered: "It is said that the border guards exerted a lot of pressure..."

Wu Tun didn't say a word, half of his body was covered by the mist of opium smoke.The driver waited for him eagerly. After a long while, the old man finally moved, got off the cool chair, stretched himself, and then pointed to the subordinates who came out of the temple one after another after carrying the things:

"When you tell them to come over next time, there is no need to send anything."

The driver was taken aback for a moment, and then he understood: "Understood!"

Wu Tun let out a "huh" and waved his hand, and the driver led his men back out carefully.

The yard became quiet again, and insects could be heard far away in the green shade.This big drug lord who has been running in South Asia for decades puts the opium cigarette in his mouth and looks at the distant mountain:

"The trash from Shan State..."

Surveillance of the local police and Burmese military police surrounding him is at best a nuisance, not the most difficult problem for him.As long as the beggar's son who burned three monasteries in a row is not around, as long as those bastards don't know where he is...

Wu Tun narrowed his old eyes and let out a sneer.

·

Jianning.

Yan Yan finally moved his hand away from his face, coughed to suppress the boiling emotions, two red marks had already been pinched by himself on the center of his brow, "What tip?"

Director Lu said, "Wu Tun's hiding place."

——Wu Tun!

The sound of rushing water came from outside the door, it was Lu Ju's wife washing dishes in the kitchen.In fact, such trivial matters are usually done by part-time workers, but today I used a pressure cooker to make braised pork. My wife couldn't bear to leave a big pot of soup in the sink and wait for the part-time workers to come. The study had to be done by his wife angrily.

The familiar sound of washing dishes made Yan Yan feel distracted. He rubbed his nose to hide the soreness in his nasal cavity, and asked, "Jiang Ting told me which temple Wu Tun was hiding in?"

"Jiang Ting told me that when he was making preparations before the start of Operation 1009, he used encrypted emails to report various progress to Wu Tun who was far away in Myanmar. This is the same as what you explained to the provincial department when you just returned from Yuanlong Gorge The confession is also consistent, remember?"

Yan Mo's heart sank slightly: "Remember."

This was what Jiang Ting told him personally in front of the King of Spades in the valley, and it was precisely because of this that Operation 1009 turned from an unfortunate failed anti-narcotics operation to an unfortunate failed drug dealer blackmail.

Yan Xie didn't know what others would think of him, but he couldn't deceive his own feelings and conscience—this was true for the more than a dozen anti-narcotics policemen who died that year, as well as for more police officers and their families who were implicated. Unbearable deception and blows.

"According to the data restoration of Jiang Ting's used computers and mobile phones, we did find these emails. But one thing Jiang Ting didn't tell you is that some of the emails were encrypted when virus programs were inserted. Once the emails After decryption, the virus will be automatically implanted in the recipient's computer, and as long as Wu Tun replies, the virus can pass through several layers of proxy servers and lock the geographical location of the email."

"..." Yan Yan was stunned: "That is to say..."

"Wu Tun and his direct descendant gang have been wealthy landowners in the Golden Triangle for decades. They are all old-fashioned drug dealers in the quack. Thinking, said: "The addresses that Wu Tun returned to Jiang Ting are all concentrated in Gaide Mountain near Guigai Town, Myanmar, and these addresses were recorded by Jiang Ting and sent to Yue Guangping."

The breath choked in his throat fell back into his chest with his heart in an instant, half of Yan Xie's back was numb, and he could only hear Jiang Ting's narration mixed in the mountain wind in his ears: "Every step of the preparation for the 1009 operation has passed. The encrypted email was reported to Wu Tun, and he also said at the time... cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough... He expressed his understanding... "

He was coughing so hard that the king of spades looked back at him, but no one knew at the time why he put the stress on the word "expression".

How did he feel as he struggled to get his message across, right up to the most life-or-death, most isolating moment?

Has he ever disappointed his lover?

Yan Mo's lips trembled, unable to speak.Lu Ju blinked his small eyes, and pushed the big teapot forward: "Would you like to drink some water to calm down?"

"..." Yan Yan waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need it, and asked hoarsely, "That is to say, the temple where Wu Tun is hiding is near Guigai?"

"Guigai is one of the most drug-infested areas in Shan State. Not long ago, a truck from Guigai to Mandalay was found to be loaded with methamphetamine worth 1.9 million yuan. It was just a car. This shows how rampant the local drug dealers are.” Director Lu shook his head and said, “After learning of this precious information, our public security department quickly communicated with the Burmese side. The local government is very grateful to us. Since last week, The Burmese military police and the local anti-narcotics police in Shan State have already locked eyes on a Buddhist temple in the Gaide Mountains.

Yan Mao grasped the point keenly: "Are they waiting for an opportunity?"

Bureau Lu said solemnly: "They are waiting for the king of spades."

Although I don't know what the specific motive is, the King of Spades' murderous intent on Wu Tun is very obvious. People in Wu Tun's side must have heard about the burning, killing and looting of three temples in Myanmar.Now that he has Jiang Ting, he will definitely ask Wu Tun where he is hiding immediately. Even if Jiang Ting deliberately delays the time, it will definitely not last as long as three weeks. Presumably the King of Spades has already known about Gaide Mountain.

So, why is the K of Spades so slow to do it?

Bureau Lu said: "The best guess is that Wen Shao is afraid of the Burmese police and dare not act rashly..."

But the possibility is really too small. The largest police command center in Myanmar is put in China, which is almost a county public security bureau. If Han Xiaomei goes to Myanmar with this level, she can definitely become a police detective.

"Worst guess?" Yan Yan asked.

"Maybe..." Bureau Lu hesitated for a moment, swallowed the words "according to the informant" and said, "Jiang Ting is ill."

Yan Mo's eyes changed at that moment.

"This is just my guess," Director Lu immediately said, "The Gaide mountain area is more than 200 kilometers away from the border, and the jungle environment is very complicated, so other factors such as terrain are more likely."

"..." Yan Yan stared straight at him.

"All in all, Wen Shao is bound to strike at the temple in the near future. As soon as he shows up, the Shan state police who have already prepared will do so immediately." Director Lu patted Yan Mao on the shoulder and said earnestly, "I know you want to Let Jiang Ting come back, alas, we old people don't understand and don't want to interfere with your young people's love, love, such and such feelings... But there is no doubt about one thing, we all hope that Jiang Ting can come back alive, and he will be rehabilitated. "

Yan Yan was silent for a long time.His eye sockets were deeply sunken due to the exhaustion of running around for days, which made his brow bone and bridge of nose look even more lonely, like a hard golden dagger.

"I understand," he said at last, "I believe you."

Director Lu nodded heavily.

It was getting late, Yan Yan got up to leave, and Lu Ju, who had been delayed by him for almost an hour playing chess, waved him to leave quickly, and suddenly remembered something: "Hey wait, this, put your hand Let go of this thing."

Yan Yan lowered his head, clutching the silver mobile hard drive in his hand: "What are you doing?"

General Lu Bureau came over with a belly bump and grabbed the hard drive: "Why? You lead me to find the property management company to take responsibility. Procedures are procedures, and you are not allowed to leak secrets. Is public security discipline just for fun?"

Yan Yan's eyebrows twitched, and his expression was a little strange.

Director Lu took out the envelope and was about to put the hard drive in when Yan Yan suppressed a smile and said, "Well... Director Lu, the contract law stipulates that there must be a cooling-off period for the acquisition of a company..."

Bureau Lu: "?"

Yan Yan tapped the hard disk with a finger, and said with a smile: "So you will be fooled by the empty city plan." Then he hurriedly got out of the study.

"..." Lu Ju's forehead was full of question marks, his eyelids were twitching, and finally he couldn't help but connect the hard drive to the computer and click on the video file.

The next moment, exciting music played, and colorful lights shone on the screen.Three animated lolitas with big heads, big eyes and small bodies jumped up, and then a line of big characters lit up——

The Powerpuff Girls, all 52 episodes.

Director Lu: "..."

A few seconds later, Ju Lu opened the door with a loud voice: "You surnamed Yan, you are a fetal god!!"

Yan Xie immediately ran from the corridor.

·

Gaide mountainous area, vast wild forest.

Hundreds of villages dot the sprawling mountains, most of which rely on logging, animal husbandry, and poppy cultivation.This is the largest drug production and processing site in Shan State. Every household is equipped with shotguns. Whenever the Guigao local government sends people to encircle and suppress, the locals will fight back with firepower.After the government troops withdraw, they will come back to continue planting yew and poppy fields, and continue to repeat the same thing from generation to generation.

Cattle and sheep are strolling in the village, the dirt road is dusty, and there are large green and green fields on both sides.A small truck, the most common in the area, was parked among the hillsides, with a telescope protruding from the window.

At noon, the smoke rose, and the village gradually became empty.

The telescope was finally taken away, and Qin Chuan casually threw it on the back seat.

"Tell your bosses that it's not time yet. Those who went to and from the fields at nine o'clock in the morning, 09:30, 10:30, and eleven o'clock are not locals, and the police haven't given up monitoring here."

The two boys in the car looked at each other.

The driver in the driver's seat has always been unconvinced by him, opening his mouth in Southwest dialect with a strong accent: "Why do you say that?"

"I have been a policeman for more than ten years. No one knows the flaws of plain clothes better than me. The sleeves, buttons, shoelaces and belt buckles are all exposed points." Qin Chuan lazily said: "The clothes and pants of these people look ordinary. , but the buttons on the back trouser pockets are all the same and are of a uniform standard, so they are not locals, but plainclothes police.”

The driver was stunned.

"Let's go back," Qin Chuan said flatly with the obvious changes in the eyes of the horse boys, "The plainclothes just turned his head secretly when he turned a corner, and they began to have doubts."

·

The truck traversed a rough road with rolling hills on both sides.After more than half an hour, people finally appeared on the edge of the jungle under the heavy cover, and the front window of the car suddenly opened.

A small village with only a few dozen households is scattered on the mountainside, with tiled houses and wooden buildings scattered here and there, and an off-road vehicle team surrounds the village in the thick green.The truck finally turned off in front of the village, Qin Chuan got out of the car door, squinted his eyes and looked up, couldn't help saying "yo":

"A rare guest."

——On the second floor of the wooden building in front of him, Jiang Ting stood by the railing, holding a cigarette in one hand, and looking down at him.

The deep and shallow green of the distant mountains overlapped together, the sound of insects fluctuated, and the wind from farther away brought the faint sound of waterfalls.Jiang Ting took out the cigarette case, Qin Chuan leaned his back against the wooden railing, finally lit one, and said with a smile, "I haven't smoked one for several months, and I'm about to quit."

"why?"

Qin Chuan took a long breath of enjoyment, and then said: "Maybe it's because I don't have the treatment like you, who dare to touch cigarettes from my pocket in an environment surrounded by various drugs every day."

Jiang Ting glanced at him mockingly, but Qin Chuan didn't even move his eyebrows.

This was the first meeting between the two of them since the night Qin Chuan was arrested from his home.However, even if the mortal enemy met in such a turbulent exile, it was inevitable that there would be a strange sympathy for each other.

"How's it going?"

"Okay."

"You don't look like a patient who just recovered from pneumonia," Qin Chuan raised his chin at the half cigarette in Jiang Ting's hand.

Jiang Ting said, "You don't look like a policeman who has just finished fighting drugs for more than ten years."

"Tsk," the two brothers Qin Chuan laughed happily, "Is it each other, right?"

Jiang Ting ignored the vague sharpness in the words, and Qin Chuan didn't care. He changed the subject and asked, "Hey——since you're here, does it mean that everything is ready now, and your boss is going to attack the boss's father?"

Jiang Ting smoked silently, layers of shade covered the sunlight into a slightly emerald green color, making his complexion even colder.No one could tell what he was thinking, and after a while, he pointed at the distant mountain with a cigarette butt, and asked instead, "Do you know what I was looking at just now?"

"..."

"Borderline."

Qin Chuan turned his head and looked in the direction he pointed.

"The China-Myanmar border is 2184 kilometers long, with 402 boundary posts and countless checkpoints. However, the extremely complex jungle terrain makes it very convenient to smuggle drugs, jade, and wild animals, and it is even more difficult to curb smuggling. Muse Border Many ferry crossings can be crossed by a small boat. Chinese people are deceived by "high-paid labor" to go to Myanmar to pan for gold, and Burmese people secretly come to China to sell fake jade and fake jadeite. In the end, most of these people are tricked into underground casinos, working, taking drugs, Beaten, shared a small packet of heroin mixed with lime powder with drug friends from various countries in Southeast Asia. Shared drug needles to infect them with HIV, gave birth to children with Chinese and Burmese ancestry, born with HIV, and grew up to a few years old or ten The disease occurred when he was a few years old, and his whole body festered and died. Both the Chinese and Burmese governments provide free AIDS drug treatment, but it is useless at all. Alcohol, food, etc. drag people into the water. AIDS is rampant in whole villages, and it is passed down from generation to generation without end."

Jiang Ting lowered his head and knocked on the soot, Qin Chuan narrowed his eyes and asked, "Are you familiar with these things?"

"Because this kind of situation also exists in the southwest region. Daliang Mountain, Yuanlong Gorge..." Jiang Ting paused, and smiled self-deprecatingly after a while: "...Yongkang Village."

Qin Chuan raised his eyebrows, nodded in silence, took the last few puffs of his cigarette, and then turned his hand to extinguish the cigarette butt on the wooden railing.

"I sympathize with the current situation in Yongkang Village." He got up and said, "But it's better not to force some things."

He put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked in. At this moment, the wooden stairs creaked, and Ajie came up: "What are you talking about, so happy?"

Qin Chuan turned his head, Jiang Ting still turned his back to them, and said nothing.

"Inquire about wages and benefits." Qin Chuan said with a smile, "When will we be able to leave this ghostly place with amazing mosquitoes?"

Ajie narrowed his pupils slightly, and suddenly he heard Qin Chuan think of something: "Oh, that's right." He stepped forward and pulled out a [-]-style from the holster on Ajie's thigh, shaking it: " Is it finally back to the original owner?"

"..."

A few steps away, Jiang Ting's hand holding the cigarette suddenly stopped lightly, his pupils constricted.

Qin Chuan pointed the unsafe pistol at Ajie's forehead, and said with a smile: "—Crack!" Then he stuck the gun into his lower back, smiled and walked away under Ajie's eyes as if he was looking mentally ill.