Shan Sen said very resolutely: "Boss Han, I am definitely not an ungrateful person, if you save my life, then I owe you."

Anyway, I can't stay in Phnom Penh anymore, so it's better to follow you, deliver goods, do chores, move things, I can do any dirty work, as for the salary...... You just have to look at it. ”

"So you're here to look for a job. Han Ye quipped and looked at Wei Ting: "Do we still need people in our team?"

Wei Ting looked at Shan Sen with a pair of phoenix eyes, and replied: "After arriving at the destination, you will definitely need manpower." It's nice to have a local person to talk to, but we need to keep our business secret, can he be trusted?"

Without waiting for Han Ye to speak, Shan Sen patted his chest and said very firmly: "My mouth has always been very strict, and I am definitely trustworthy. If one day you think I can't be trusted, just kill me. ”

"We are serious businessmen, not bandits, so don't shout and kill at every turn. Wei Ting chuckled,

"Okay, since you want to come and work under me, then come on. I don't have any special requirements, just talk less and do more, understand?"

"Understood, I understood. Shan Sen nodded again and again, "Thank you, Boss Han, thank you Miss Wei." ”

At this time, the police began to kick the door outside, kicking the door so loudly that if the door panel was not still strong, I was afraid that it would have been kicked and rotted.

Wei Ting asked someone to get a new piece of clothing for Shan Sen to put on, and then ordered: "Old Song, the police are already impatient, you go and open the door and deal with them." ”

Lao Song has been in Phnom Penh for so long, he is already half a snake, and he is proficient in the local language, so it is naturally suitable for him to come forward.

He said yes, walked to the door, and opened the door halfway, only to see two dark, thin policemen standing outside, one with an impatient face, and the other on the phone, not knowing what to say.

Behind them were the pickpockets who had been injured in the herb market.

"What's the matter?" asked Old Song with a smirk on his face.

The two Phnom Penh policemen had a straight face, didn't bother to answer him, pushed him away directly, and strode into the room.

They looked around and looked around the room, and then one of them asked, interrogatingly, "What's the matter, why are so many people gathered here?"

Lao Song hurriedly stepped forward and handed over two cigarettes, and then said with a smile: "That's the case, these people are basically foreign tourists who come to Phnom Penh to travel, and they are tired of playing, so they can take a break here for the time being." As for me, I'm in charge of acting as a translator and tour guide for them.

They don't understand Cambodian Chinese, so just ask me if you have any questions. ”

The two policemen took the cigarettes, looked at Lao Song suspiciously, and one asked, "Are they really foreign tourists?"

Lao Song lit a cigarette for the two of them and said with a smile: "It's 100% true, if you don't believe it, you can look at their passports." ”

"But I've been told that some of you are covered in gray and black blood vessels, similar to a patient with an infectious disease who escaped from the hospital. ”

"That's right. It is a highly contagious patient, very dangerous, and if one of you has such a person, I advise you to hand him over quickly. Otherwise, you could all be infected. ”

The two policemen said as they smoked cigarettes, their eyes still carefully observing the people in the room, not letting go of any features on their bodies.

Lao Song said with a smile: "We are all tourists here, how can there be any infectious people, besides, we are also fatal, if there is such a person among us, where do we dare to be with him, I can't wait to stay away, don't you say?"

The two policemen were noncommittal and turned their heads to look at the pickpockets behind them who were calling the police.

"Is the man you just saw in here?" they asked, in a long voice.

"Yes, yes, it's him!" said one of them, pointing to Yamamori.

"That's right!

"That's him!"

“……”

“……”

Several other pickpockets also chimed in.

Yamamori's terrifying body left a deep impression on them, and they would definitely not forget it easily.

The faces of the two policemen became serious, and they threw the cigarettes in their hands to the ground, and approached Yamamori one left and one right, and their hands touched the guns on their waists.

When they first called to report to the authorities, they received an order from the top that it was best to capture the wanted patient alive.

If the patient shows signs of fleeing, then a shot can also be fired and killed on the spot.

"Take off your clothes. A policeman snapped the order.

"Slow down! Don't get too excited! Don't even want to run! If you dare to run, shoot immediately!" another policeman pulled out his gun.

"Hey, is there something wrong?" Lao Song stretched out his hand and wanted to stop him, but he was immediately pushed aside by the police.

"Get out of the way!" one of the policemen warned loudly.

Lao Song saw that the situation was not good, so he shut up and stopped talking.

(End of chapter)