Breaking Through The Clouds

Chapter 135

"The border", said Jiang Ting

China-Myanmar border.

Outside Kutkai Town, 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. Several Burmese people jumped out of the car, took out several large cardboard boxes from the trunk, containing various kinds of drinks 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 slightly hunched back was wearing a yellow monk's robe, sitting on a reclining chair in the shade of the tree, puffing out clouds of smoke. He slowly hummed and pointed to the mountains outside the courtyard wall: "Still there?"

The driver nodded: "Yes."

Wu Tun was actually not yet seventy years old, but the flesh on both sides of his cheeks was drooping. There were deep wrinkles running down on the corners of his eyes, and the slightly cataracted eyes were yellow and blurred, making him look as if he was in his eighties. Maybe it was because he fought and killed too much in the Golden Triangle in his early years that his appearance had changed a lot compared with the average old person, always with a bit of cunning and fierceness.

"I've already given the order and talked to them, 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 said in a low voice: "It is said that a lot of pressure was exerted by the border defense..."

Wu Tun said nothing, and half of his body was covered by the clouds of opium smoke. The driver waited for him eagerly. After a long time, the old man finally moved, got off the couch, stretched, and then pointed to his subordinates who came out of the temple one after another after moving all the things:

"Tell them, they don't have to bring anything when they come next time."

The driver was stunned for a moment, and then he took the hint: "Understood!"

Wu Tun "hummed," waved his hand, and the driver carefully retreated with his subordinates.

The yard became quiet again, and only the insects' chirping could be heard far away in the green shade. This big drug lord, who had been running in South Asia for decades, put the opium in his mouth and looked at the mountains in the distance:

"These trash in Shan State..."

Surveillance by the local police and Burmese military police surrounding him would cause a little trouble at most and was not the most difficult problem for him. As long as that damn son who burned down three temples in a row was not there, as long as those bastards didn't know where he was...

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

.........

Jianning.

Yan Xie finally removed his hand from his face and coughed to suppress his boiling emotion. Two red marks had already been pinched by him on the center of his brow, "What tip?"

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

-Wu Tun!

The sound of rushing water came from outside the door; it was Chief Lu's wife washing dishes in the kitchen. In fact, such trivial matters were usually done by part-time workers, but today a pressure cooker was used to make braised pork. His wife couldn't bear to leave a big pot in the sink and wait for the part-time workers to come. Chief Lu had already fled into the study with Yan Xie, so his wife had to do it herself, angrily.