Swallowing the Seas

Unexpectedly, Ma Yin did not die.While the Burmese Army was bombarding Liangji Mountain, Spade K Wenshao, entrusted by the sharks, sent people to station near the scene. After the bombing, he dug her out of the collapsed tunnel and set fire to the whole mountain. .

The flames can wash away all the evils in this world.

The raging wildfires covered the sky and turned the boundless poppy fields into fly ashes. All the domination, turmoil, slavery and wealth that happened on this land in the past 20 years have all been sacrificed for Xie Xing's young life.

In the spring of the coming year, when the gunpowder smoke clears, crops and green seedlings grow on the fertile black soil, and the mountains and plains are thriving.

As for Ma Yin, she woke up after being in a coma for more than half a month, and she earned her life completely by hatred.After waking up, she heard that the whole mountain had been set on fire by K of Spades, so she struggled to ask someone to dig out the bones of Agui and Xie Xing from the ruins and whip the corpses to vent their anger, but the shark and K of Spades were busy at that time. In pursuit of Hodgson being escorted by the Chinese armed police, she had no time for self-care, no interest and no time to care about her, so Ma Yin could only give up with hatred, and left for a foreign country two months later with the last broker contact left by Thayer. foreign land.

In the following ten years, many versions of this story have emerged among the brokers who knew Ma Yin, but no one could have imagined that "Xie Qianshan" was not dead, and no one knew that the person under the painting had changed.

[Drawing is over, recall the artist. 】

Three months later, in a township in the hinterland of the Wa State, a decrypted message of just eight characters glowed on the old computer screen.

The faded plastic curtains were tightly drawn, blood-stained, dried and yellowed bandages piled up in the corners of the room, and the wooden cabinet beside the camp bed was scattered with half-empty medicine bottles, spirits and disinfectants.The dark room was filled with a strange smell, echoing Agui's hoarse and heavy panting.

After escaping the encirclement from Mount Liangji, he hid in the chaotic hinterland of the Golden Triangle. He was extremely weak and hungry, and his desire to survive was almost cut off.During countless late nights tortured by illness and longing, he stared straight at the loaded gun in his hand, thinking that as long as he closed his eyes and pulled the trigger, it would all be over, and all the despair and pain that was worse than death would be over. Can be relieved in an instant.But every time he stuffed the muzzle of the gun into his mouth, there was a more pathetic and resentful force pulling him, so that the index finger couldn't be clasped no matter what, as if Xie Xing's soul was holding him tightly behind him hands.

Don't look back, go forward.

He is no longer that drug dealer Agui, he will carry the bright and glorious name of Xie Xing, and he will never stop moving forward for the rest of his life.

During this period, the special situation team has been frantically looking for him, or looking for the two of them, but all the news has been completely cut off, and the secret radio station, contact person, and intelligence network cannot be contacted. The superior once thought that they all died in Mount Liangji.It wasn't until three months later that A Gui, who had recovered from his extreme weakness, finally turned on the special anonymous communication system, and saw all the codes left by Zhang Boming during this period of time, basically repeating one meaning: the rescue did not find you, Have you ever been in distress?

Lie, A Gui thought with a cold blood between his teeth.

No rescue at all, all lies.

He never imagined at that time that Zhang Boming did not lie.

Although the special situation team did not receive a signal for help, Zhang Boming is not an idiot. How could he not have imagined how dangerous the battlefield between the two countries' joint border defenses would be? He immediately applied to Hu Liangan after the order to arrest Hodgson was issued. The armed police specially assigned a small team to search for the two of them. Once the danger was confirmed, rescue would be carried out immediately.

But the problem is that Zhang Boming will not send the highest-level overseas forces to rescue exposed undercover agents when there is no signal for help. Lacking the precise positioning of the signal for help, they could not be found in the chaotic battle situation at that time!

A Gui's bandage-covered fingers trembled violently, and he almost exhausted all his strength to type in each word: [No distress], then resolutely turned off the computer, lay back heavily on the small camp bed, covered his face with all his might, After a long time, there was a mournful cry like a wounded beast.

He didn't dare to confront Zhang Boming, and he didn't dare to accept the recall order at this time, and he didn't even dare to mention the death of "Agui".

He has to pretend that nothing happened in the Red Mountain torture chamber, no exposure, no danger, let alone death; he must continue to stay in hell for a long enough time, so long that everyone who sees him will think it is a solution Ten or even decades later.

Agui refused the recall order from the special intelligence team, and stayed in deep hiding for two years, wandering around various drug gangs on the Thai border, occasionally sending some tips by anonymous communication and secret radio, but rarely meeting the special intelligence in person. The contact person of the love group under the Golden Triangle.

He would look in the mirror every day, look at himself with extremely harsh eyes, and look for the shadow of Xie Xing from details such as eyebrows, nose lips, cheek angles and even the bow of the chin, but he could always find more differences in despair.

Xie Xing is perfect, and there is brilliant light and faith in Xie Xing's eyes.

And in the depths of his pupils there are only haze, cruelty, fear, and the boundless blood-gray sky.

Time flies, and the second year after Xie Xing's death, the secret radio station of the special intelligence team received the funeral report of "A Gui's accidental death". Zhang Boming immediately asked Xie Xing to be recalled, but he immediately received a signal to refuse and to continue lurking.In the following years, the painter continued to lurk in various small drug gangs suspected of cooperating with the dark net, and devoted himself to destroying the drug trafficking network set up in the Golden Triangle in the Mariana Trench. Regional expansion has been severely constrained.

In the sixth year after Xie Xing's death, another big drug lord who had been wanted by Interpol for many years tried to escape from Chiang Mai to Mexico by cooperating with sharks. Drug factories were uprooted.After the news of this incident, the drug markets in Myanmar and Thailand were shaken, and the sharks in North America were also furious, but just like Arthur Hodgson was suddenly arrested back then, he couldn't find out what the problem was.

He can only vaguely feel that he seems to have been living in a sniper scope all these years. The eyes behind the lens are calm, patient, and terribly firm, watching his every move quietly, and his index finger has never left the trigger. a cent.

This arrest allowed the special intelligence team to be praised by the international anti-drug organization. Hu Liang'an, who was deeply encouraged, ordered most of the intelligence resources to be concentrated on the line of painters.

In the following three years, the painter became the most indestructible blade of the special case team stabbing at the Golden Triangle.

In the ninth year after Xie Xing's death, the legendary title of "painter" was accidentally leaked because of the sacrifice of his linker, and it spread throughout the Golden Triangle overnight. Skin.In the same year, Shark was invited by a drug lord from the Far East to develop a long-term market with huge profits on the China-Myanmar border, where he met a handsome and well-trained young man, who came forward with a three-point smile and shook hands : "Hello, Mr. Phillip, Boss Hu sent me to pick up your convoy. I will be fully responsible for your safety in the next three days."

The young man has fair skin, black hair, focused and bright eyes, a black suit without a tie that fits his thin body, and his words and deeds are always refreshing.

Shark was thoughtful: "I heard that your place has been severely damaged by the police in recent years. There is an agent who is elusive, and his code name is 'painter'..."

"Really? It's not that powerful." The young man smiled and said, "If there are so many ghosts and ghosts, maybe they are frightening legends made up by evil ghosts seeking their lives!"

Shark snorted, disapproving, thinking that ordinary people like you wouldn't understand the existence of a painter.

The legendary ghost will never be able to crawl into the sunlight and become a human, and it took nine years for the ghost to finally realize this.

He didn't resemble Xie Xing more and more, on the contrary, he became less and less like him. Even if he went to the underground plastic surgery clinic in Myanmar and Thailand for various inquiries, the other party didn't have enough technical means to make up for the countless subtle differences between his demeanor, charm, and eyebrows. There are thousands of differences, and even some plastic surgeons can't see any difference between him and Xie Xing's portrait: "Sir, isn't this when you were young?"

It was useless, he knew it clearly in his heart.

Those who don't know the "drug dealer horse boy" Agui will think that Xie Xing is only described as thin and has changed his appearance after 12 years of life and death; but Zhang Boming can definitely see the fatal difference at a glance, and put him From the world to hell again.

There is no way for him to return to his hometown with Xie Xing's name, but he may be able to break free from all shackles and continue on to a deeper hell——

On the day of the siege operation, 10 minutes before the police arrived, Shark saw from the surveillance camera that the young man went down to the third floor and opened a secret door in the corner.

The drug lord finally recognized who belonged to the bloody footsteps that had followed him for so many years.

"Ten years ago, my most powerful subordinate, Hodgson, was arrested in Southeast Asia, but after exhausting all methods, he couldn't find out where the fault was. In the end, I thought the police were just lucky. Until a year ago, the painter finally appeared in front of me. Only when I appeared in person did I realize that in the past so many years, I have sold fentanyl in North America, established a methamphetamine factory in Mexico, and set up a deep web anonymous server in the Netherlands, making Interpol helpless, but I have never been able to get out of his sniping range. "

"He is a painter, he is the god of war I was destined to meet, and he is also a life-threatening ghost that I can't get rid of until the end of my life—"

A year later, Jin Hai.

A black Audi of Dian brand parked in front of the Nancheng Sub-bureau of Jinhai City. Lin Hao put on the handbrake, turned off the engine, and said gently, "Wu Yu."

The young man in the co-pilot had a pale and tired face, his eyelashes were silently half-drawn, and the corners of his natural mouth were slightly downward.

"Zhang Boming's ashes were buried in the Yundian Martyrs Cemetery today. I have two words to tell you."

"..."

"Life is a process of saying goodbye to old friends and meeting new people. Everyone, everything, every joy and pain we experience is part of our own achievements. Letting go does not mean forgetting, let alone forgetting. It means loss. Those regrets and helpless misses that have been separated halfway will all be waiting for you and me at a certain point in the future, waiting to meet us again."

"—and before that," Lin Hao looked at him and said softly, "you still have a long way to go, and you will meet many new faces. They may become your old friends and comrades-in-arms in the future , and maybe even be family, all the way to the end, to the day when we all meet in another world."

After a long silence, Wu Yu finally turned around and said two words flatly: "Really?"

Lin Hao stared at him, with helplessness and sadness in the depths of his eyes, Wu Yu opened the car door and walked out.

The gray criminal investigation detachment building stands tall, and the police badge reflects light under the sky.Wu Yu squinted his eyes and took half a step back. The silent and majestic golden shield seemed to be cut off at any moment. Instinctive fear arose from the bottom of his heart, and there seemed to be a voice in the wind constantly shouting in his ears——

run -

You don't belong here, run—

"Are you the new Wu Yu?"

Wu Yu withdrew his gaze to look up, and saw a tall man standing on the steps of the building, with a frosty face, a dark blue police uniform, and an inaccessible aura lingering around him.

"I'm Bu Chonghua, head of the criminal investigation detachment in Nancheng, Jinhai City." The man paused, seemingly hesitating before reaching out his hand: "From now on, I will be your leader. Make it your own home."

...as your own home.

Wu Yu looked at Bu Chonghua's palm hanging in the air, his throat slipped up and down, he slowly put his hands behind his back, lowered his head and said vaguely: "Got it."

Bu Chonghua frowned sharply, withdrew his hand without saying a word, turned and walked into the building: "Come with me."

"This is the new Xiao Wu in the team, and he will be our colleague from now on."

"Do you know Wu Yu, many years ago, there was such a person who dragged me out of the fire scene and told me that I must live, and only by living can I get revenge."

"Wu Yu! If you resign and leave now, you won't be able to catch the murderer who poured gasoline on us!"

"I'm late, let's go home."

"Don't call him a drug dealer!"

"I see who dares to handcuff?!"

"...Wu Yu, as long as you open your mouth, as long as you open your mouth, I will believe everything..."

"Wu Yu!!—"

——The cold wind poured into the ears, the body fell sharply, and Bu Chonghua's stretched out hand was getting farther and farther away in the sky.

It turns out that they never held each other tightly from the beginning, Wu Yu thought.

From the very beginning of the story, he put his blood-stained hands behind his back.

In the next second, smoke and dust rose from the open space downstairs, and flying sand scattered in all directions; the engine of the car started loudly, breaking free from its cage like a scarred beast, roaring away into the boundless night in the distance.

Volume Four