Swallowing the Seas

Chapter 143

"Boss Qin."

Qin Chuan stood under the eaves and turned around. The person who called him was a bodyguard. He motioned to the room: "Our boss is awake and wants you to come in."

This is a semi-closed mountain village at the junction of H Province and Jinhai City. It has inconvenient transportation and is backed by deep mountains. When Shark first took people across the border, he studied aerial maps, and then had people set up manned strongholds here. Unexpectedly, it has now become a safe haven for supplying supplies, weapons and hiding dragnets on the way to escape. It must be said that the drug lords have been there for decades. His vision is indeed poisonous.

Qin Chuan responded casually and took a few steps back. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye and stopped.

There are several off-road vehicles parked in the open space at the entrance of the village, and drug dealers are gathering in twos and threes. Farther away on the cliff, a figure wearing a black assault jacket sat on the cliff, quietly facing the bleak valley in winter.

It's Wu Yu.

He is like a black basalt stone statue hidden deep in the mountains, independent, cold and out of place. A boy came over and handed the rice that had just been cooked out of the pot to him, but he didn't even turn his face away, he just shook his head, and the boy walked away angrily.

"Is he still on hunger strike?" Qin Chuan turned around and asked in a low voice.

The bodyguard was a little embarrassed: "No, yesterday he cooked two white-water eggs and drank some boiled water. Apart from that, at least I didn't see him eat anything else."

Qin Chuan narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

Limiting all outside food and water, sitting quietly and concentrating to minimize physical exertion is a sign of extreme vigilance.

It is worthy of the physical fitness of an agent...or, in other words, it is worthy of the professionalism of an agent who does not hesitate to spend money for the goal, and even puts on a show to make a fool of himself.

Qin Chuan raised his eyebrows subtly, but without saying anything in front of Shark's men, he turned and walked into the brick house.

Shark leaned on the kang and was listening to a close subordinate reporting something in a low voice. When he saw Qin Chuan coming in, he raised his hand to stop his subordinate and said with a slight smile: "Boss Qin."

Qin Chuan recognized it at a glance. The confidant was a Chinese-Russian mixed-race named Aken. This man was once a professional killer. There were no obvious signs of mixed-race in his appearance. He was no different in the streets and alleys of the country. He also spoke Chinese. His accent is very authentic. It is said that he has been loyal to the Mariana Trench in North America for several years. He should be a close confidant.

In the flash of lightning, Qin Chuan looked away and naturally pulled a creaking wooden chair for himself and sat down: "Mr. Phillip looks a lot better?"

Shark actually felt relaxed and comfortable in this low and dilapidated rural brick house, like a wild jungle beast that had recovered. He leaned casually on the kang table: "Yes, I have heard what my subordinates said that night. The whole thing happened, thanks to Boss Qin's proper command."

He didn't immediately pick up the sixteen boxes of blue gold that had overturned in an "accidental" car accident, and he didn't even ask why Wan Changwen was left behind before getting in the car.

Qin Chuan felt a slight tremor in his heart, but there was nothing unusual about it on the surface: "It's normal to eat people and be loyal to them." After a pause, he breathed out regretfully: "But it's a pity. Boss Wan inhaled too much poisonous gas and even injected a large amount of naloxone without relief. The painter and I changed hands and performed CPR on him for several minutes, but in the end he still suffered from respiratory failure..."