In the Lancang River Basin of Menglong Town, at the foot of a green mountain somewhere, a parked cargo ship is waiting quietly.
In the woods on the hillside of the green mountain, Zhang Ben, Nanmanzi, Zhiwei, and Guangming were all exhausted and could no longer walk. Zhiwei had no choice but to take off the canvas bag he was carrying and put the contents inside. Bullets, TNT explosives, and a few Remingtons, ready to be discarded.
"It's not certain when it will be used. Just bury it."
Nanmanzi said something.
"I really want to bury it, but the problem is that I don't have the energy to dig a hole anymore." Zhiwei waited for a long time before replying listlessly.
"I'll dig it."
Guangming, who had been silent all this time, gritted his teeth and started digging a hole in the ground with thicker and dry branches. I thought about it and went over to help.
"I haven't recovered yet." I asked while scratching.
"...I feel like it's just like a dream." Guangming was silent for a long time, then lowered his head and replied.
"You think this is like a dream, so tell me what language I should use to evaluate my life these days." I replied speechlessly.
"...dig." Guangming gritted his teeth and replied, then started digging hard.
"good."
I replied and then stopped talking.
Ten minutes later, we buried the firearms, carrying only three pistols and dozens of rounds of ammunition, and then set off again. The forest was dense and there was no way to go. The front was full of half-meter-high weeds and intricate branches... …
Nanmanzi opened the way in front, his legs were scraped with blood, and finally took us down the mountain. At the foot of the mountain, I contacted the other party, but I couldn't understand what they said, so I handed the phone to Guangming, and he talked After a few words, we set off for the ferry.
In the early morning, we rushed to the rendezvous point and saw this cargo ship.
"It's floating on the water." The other party stood on the bow of the boat and asked, waving his flashlight.
"Mr. Chen's ticket." I shouted without hesitation.
"Do you have any pendants on you?" He paused and continued to ask.
"Three guns, dozens of bullets." I shouted without concealment.
"Raise your hands, hold your head and come over."
"good."
We simply matched up with the lines, and then we walked down the slope along the path. When we arrived next to the cargo ship, four strong men jumped out from the bow.
These people don't look like they are from China at first glance. They have dark skin and are wearing nondescript military uniforms, including American berets and Chinese military uniforms. Some are wearing shoe soles and some are wearing military hooks. You I don’t know whose genes they inherited, but they look weird anyway.
There is an old saying in China that it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books. Only when I got to the border did I know what blackness is and what nature is. With the achievements in my hometown, you are too embarrassed to open your mouth and brag to others. B.
Take the guy standing in front of me as an example. He has two hand grenades as big as fucking small cans hanging from his waist. He obviously poked them out by himself. I don’t know if they are good or not, but looking at them Absolutely bluffing.
He carries an imitation Type 56 automatic rifle on his shoulder. Through the faint light, you can see that the gun body is quite new. His legs are wrapped in leggings, and a cold Nepalese stick is inserted on the outside of his left calf. It can be said that he is a black man armed to the teeth. Fat man.
If you want to show off your teeth to a guy like this, it won't be as simple as getting beaten up.
"Take out the gun and bring it to you across the shore." Hei Fatty said in Chinese with a slight accent, but we could understand it completely.
"I'm here to see your brother Kunli, so there's no need to shoot me." I asked tentatively.
"...Everyone you find has the same rules."
"All right."
I nodded quickly, fearing that he would pull out the can in a hurry, so I took out the pistol from my waist and handed it over. I turned back to Guangming and Zhiwei and said, "Give them the gun."
"What's the point?" Zhiwei scratched his nose and whispered in his ear.
"...Maybe I can." I said, not sure.
"Hold."
Zhiwei sweated violently, but still gave the gun to the other party. Guangming didn't waste any time and stretched out his hand to hand out the gun.
"Search your lower body." The fat black man continued.
"If it's over, just sneak across the river, and you still have to see what color my underwear is." Nanmanzi said with great disgust.
"Wow."
The two gun barrels were directly pressed against Nanmanzi's head.
"There was an accident while searching a boat a few days ago. We have to be more rigorous. If you want to take a boat, let us search. If you don't want to take a boat, just leave. But if you don't curse and can't speak, we can use other methods. Communicate." The person next to the black fat man said with a standard Sichuan accent and narrowed his eyes.
I was silent for a second and turned to look at Guangming. He thought for a moment and then said, "Let's search."
"Swish, brush, brush."
The five of us raised our hands and were immediately examined all over. Five minutes later, two of us climbed onto the waists of Nanmanzi and Zhiwei and pulled off two waist bags. As soon as we opened them, our eyes suddenly widened and we screamed wildly.
"Big...big...brother, gold bars." He said excitedly.
"Fuck, you're still fucking rich."
Another person also exclaimed.
When I looked at these people, my right eyelid suddenly twitched. The biggest reason why Nanmanzi didn't want them to search for it was that they had stolen money with them...
If Guangming and others do bad things, they should also pay attention to the morality of the world. They will hardly harm the interests of ordinary people unless it is a last resort.
Then the group of people in front of you just burn, kill and loot, do whatever you want with the money, they don't care who you are, they just make a video of beheading and post it on the Internet, and use this to announce to the world, we are kidnapping, you can't Pay the ransom, and this is what will happen to you.
"...Give them the gold bars and cash." The fat black man in the lead glanced at the stolen money and then said expressionlessly.
The two men did not refute and returned the things to Nanmanzi and Zhiwei. Then the fat man waved his hand and said: "Get on the boat and let's go."
Zhang Ben walked in the front, and Guangming and I walked behind him.
"Brother Ming."
I lowered my head and called him softly.
"Stop talking and move forward, I understand." Guangming replied in the same weak voice.
…
The cabin was narrow and smelly. I couldn’t tell what kind of smell it was. Anyway, the smell made me very uncomfortable. The five of us were placed in the innermost room, with boxes of cargo blocking us. Help the smuggler sit outside.
After staying inside for a while, I felt the hull of the ship shaking a little and heard the sound of the engine. It must have left...
When I was young, my family's financial resources were limited. Let alone going abroad, even going out of the province was difficult. Now that I have reached this age, I finally have the opportunity to go abroad, but I still carry this identity...
When I was in China, I often drank too much and bragged with others, criticizing the domestic system and the rare dark side of society, as if this could show that I was a Chinese young man with independent thoughts.
But when I really stepped out of the country, you realized how nostalgic and reluctant to leave your hometown that countless people spit on...
I didn't want to leave, but I had to go.
Zhang Ben seems to have the same reluctance as me. Zhiwei and Nanmanzi are in a daze. At their age, it seems that this feeling will be much smaller.
Guangming was silent for a long time, and suddenly said in a low voice: "These people are so lazy when they see money, we have to be careful."
"...The gun has been discharged, and there are only fucking bullets left in my pocket. Why don't you pay attention? If they want to rob me, I can still use the bullets as glass balls to hit them." Zhiwei said speechlessly.
"hehe."
After Zhiwei finished speaking, we were silent for three seconds, and then we laughed involuntarily.
…
In the middle of the cabin, the fat black man was drinking wine with those people and chatting in Burmese.
The direction of their discussion was really centered around the money Nanmanzi had.
"Brother, there are a lot of gold bars." The man who was rummaging around said with his eyes rolling.
"...What do you mean?" the fat black man asked.
"No, just don't do this deal." Another person said.
"...They are looking for Kun Li. A group of people have already arrived. If we eat them like this, it will be a lot of trouble." The fat man thought for a moment, shook his head and said.
"If you don't eat like this, how can you eat it?" Yin Shan's companion heard the voice of the fat man's words.
"Haha, let's drink." The fat man smiled, took a curry puff and took two rough bites.
…
It was so dark in the warehouse that we couldn't see each other clearly. In order to prevent these smugglers from stealing money in the middle of the night, we implemented a rotation system.
Smoking is not allowed in here, and there is no ventilation everywhere. My chest felt tight from holding in my chest. I kept squatting with my legs crossed, and my whole body ached.
Just like this, we didn't know how long we spent. Just when Zhang Ben had severe seasickness and was about to vomit to death, I vaguely heard someone shouting from outside: "Turn on the helm, get on the bow and wave the flag."
"Wave the flag, holy shit, we're here."
I shouted excitedly.
…
On the opposite shore.
Zhang Jun was wearing a well-fitting camouflage uniform, with his sleeves rolled up to the middle of his arms. He had a shaved head and huge toad glasses on his face. His exposed skin was so dry and cracked in the sun that he looked a little evil.
Yes, when our gang was in dire straits, our brother Jun had already used his iron fist to build his own career outside.
Behind him stood Lao Xian, Li Hao, Jin Beibei, and Han Dayan.
"Coming."
Zhang Jun said with a smile on his face, pointing to the ship in the distance.
Ten minutes later.
The five of us got off the boat in a state of embarrassment. Everyone smelled musty and felt dizzy.
When I saw Zhang Jun, Lao Xian, Li Hao and others, although they were holding back, they still cried.
"Pfft."
I jumped off the bow of the boat, and the old fairy shook hands with me cordially, and said in an international manner: "Hello comrade, you have worked hard all the way."
"Jun, where is this?" I asked numbly.
"Myanmar."
Zhang Jun came over, stretched out his hand to hug me, and said loudly and forcefully.
"quite……."
Before I could finish my good words, and before I had time to meet with Lao Xian and the others, I relaxed and fainted.