Swallowing the Seas

Chapter 131

Mayin surprisingly did not die. While the Burmese army was bombarding Liangji Mountain, Spade K Wenshao, who was entrusted by Shark, stationed people near the scene. After the bombing, they dug her out of the collapsed tunnel and took her away, and then burned the entire mountain. .

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

The raging mountain fires covered the sky and turned the boundless poppy fields into ashes. All the rule, turmoil, slavery and wealth that had occurred on this land in the past twenty years were sacrificed for Xie Xing's young life.

When spring comes next year, the gunpowder smoke clears, and green seedlings of crops grow on the fertile black soil, and the mountains and fields are flourishing.

As for Ma Yin, she was in a coma for more than half a month before she woke up. She earned her life solely through hatred. After waking up, she heard that the entire mountain had been set on fire by the King of Spades, so she struggled to get people to dig up the bones of Agui and Hexing from the ruins and whip the corpse to vent their anger. However, the shark and the King of Spades were busy at that time. In order to track down the incident of Hodgson being escorted by the Chinese armed police with heavy firepower, she had no time to care about her, no interest, and no time to deal with her. Ma Yin had to give up with hatred, and two months later used the last brokerage connection left by Thayer to go to a foreign country. A foreign country.

In the following ten years, many versions of this past event were derived among the brokers who knew Ma Yin, but no one could have imagined that "Xie Qianshan" was not dead, let alone that no one would know that there was a new person under the skin of the painting.

[Drawing is over, recall the painter. 】

Three months later, in a town in the hinterland of Wa State, a decrypted message of just eight words glowed on an old-fashioned computer screen.

The faded plastic curtains were tightly drawn, and bandages stained with dried and yellowed blood were piled in the corner of the room. The wooden cabinet at the head of the camp bed was strewn with half-empty medicine bottles, spirits and disinfectants. The dark room was filled with strange smells, and Agui's hoarse and heavy breathing echoed.

After escaping from Liangji Mountain, he hid in the chaotic hinterland of the Golden Triangle. He was extremely weak and hungry, and his desire to survive was almost lost. During countless late nights tortured by illness and longing, he looked 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 would be worse than death would be gone. You can get relief in an instant. But every time he put the muzzle of the gun into his mouth, there was a more tragic and resentful force pulling him, making it impossible for the index finger to hold down no matter what, as if Xie Xing's soul was holding him tightly behind him. hand.

Don't look back, move forward.

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

During this period, the special team had been frantically looking for him, or rather, the two of them. However, all news was completely cut off. Secret radio stations, contacts, and intelligence networks could not all be contacted. The superiors once thought that they had all died in Liangji Mountain. It was not until three months later that Agui, who had recovered slightly from his extremely weak state, finally opened the special anonymous communication system and saw all the passwords left by Zhang Boming during this period. Basically, he only repeated one thing: the rescue did not find you. Have you been in danger?