In the early morning, the riverside is exceptionally cool, a breeze blows, the reeds on the bank make the sound of "hunting", we squat at the corner of the river and wait quietly, in Ma Jing's words, when the fishing boat turns the corner, it will inevitably cross the line and the speed will slow down, at this time no one will care, and we just take advantage of this juncture to get on the boat.

After waiting for more than an hour, there was a light sound of "boom, boom" water waves on the river, and then two fishing boat lights like strong flashlights pierced the reeds where we were hiding and flashed twice, Ma Jing also hurriedly took out the flashlight prepared in advance and shook it a few times, and lowered his voice towards us: "Go!"

A small rubber boat rowed over, and there was a dark-skinned young man in his twenties sitting on the boat, who knew by looking at his facial features that he was not a Han Chinese, and said a few words at us, and Ma Jing replied with the same accent before he waved at us.

We took a rubber boat on a wooden boat more than 10 meters long moored not far away, and after getting on the boat, the young man directly lifted the cabin and hit a wooden cover similar to a manhole cover, and signaled to us to go down.

Ma Jing nodded slightly, took out a stack of large tickets from his pocket and handed it to the young man, after the young man counted it, he stretched out three fingers towards Ma Jing with an extremely bad attitude, and saw that the posture was going to sit on the ground and start the price, and suddenly I looked at the pistol inserted in the waist of the guy, and couldn't help but gasp, this place is really special and fierce, even a fisherman is equipped with a gun.

Ma Jing chattered something with kind words, while rummaging through his pockets, indicating that he really had no money on him, and pleaded with the other party for a long time before the young man scolded and waved his hand.

Ma Jing led a few of us into the bottom of the cabin, and I was the last to go down, and before my fingers could be withdrawn, the young man had already covered the wooden cover, pressed my hand, and scolded my mother directly in pain.

"Fuck it, the stupid eyes are decorations!" I yelled as hard as I blew on my swollen fingers.

"My brother tiger, the stowaways are not human beings in their eyes, let's put out the fire! I was about to call that fisherman dad just now!" Ma Jing turned on the flashlight and glanced at it, it really startled us at that time, there were at least seven or eight people sitting in the cabin of less than five square meters, these people were crowded together like canned sardines, and they were all stowaways preparing to go to the Golden Triangle like us.

Plus the five of us, and there was no place to stand.

", why are there so many people? This Nima has no air circulation, so he can't suffocate to death!" Luo Quan exclaimed.

Ma Jing smiled and said: "The Golden Triangle has always been a holy place for smuggling, close to the four countries, many people who have committed crimes in their own country are forced to hide for three or five years, and there are some people who want to get rich and want to go crazy, they will go to gamble on stones or smuggle medicines, anyway, everyone has it, bear with it, it's just more than two hours." ”

When speaking, Ma Jing has always turned on the flashlight, the light of the flashlight may shake the other two guys uncomfortable, a man with a big shaved head and a particularly strong figure sat on the ground, impatiently kicked Luo Quan twice and scolded a few words, which can anger Luo Dashao, who was really angry, Luo Quan went up and kicked the face of the big bald head: "Grass mud horse!

As soon as Luo Quan made a move, we didn't look at it, so we pounced on it, and surrounded the bald man with a "bang" is a fierce kick, and the bald man didn't have a chance to sit up at all, so he was beaten by us.

After fighting for five or six minutes, everyone stopped, Luo Quan pointed to the big man with a blue nose and swollen face and said: "Big head, I don't care what nationality you are, give me a stop! Otherwise, I'll let you die here!"

As Ma Jing said, no one in this place will treat stowaways as people, even if there is a murder incident, at most it will be thrown to the bottom of the river, no one will be stupid to call the police, the big bald head who was shoveled covered his face for a long time without squeaking, just stared at us with resentful eyes.

Ma Jing took out a dagger directly from his arms, and said a few foreign words to the big bald head, the bald head trembled with fright, curled his head between his legs and stopped making a sound, a few of us did not continue to make trouble, squeezed together as if warm, the already narrow bilge suddenly became more cramped, walked for about half an hour, I found that I was actually seasick, and couldn't help but vomit.

This place is not ventilated, the smell of vomiting can't be dispersed at all, it is estimated that it was smoked by me, Song Peng and Tang En couldn't suppress the "wow" vomit, and after a while, other people around also vomited, and the small cabin housekeeping was filled with the smell of vomit, and the whole thing was like a fermented biogas digester, not to mention how sour the smell was.

I kept throwing up without a drop of water in my stomach, and I paused weakly, panting in pain.

Looking forward to the stars and the moon, we finally got to the place, and when the wooden lid on the top of my head was lifted, I almost didn't shed tears, and sighed from the bottom of my heart: "It's so good to be alive!" Lao Tzu swore that he would never take a boat again in his life. ”

Our five brothers exhausted each other climbed out of the hull, the place where the boat got off was a very small port, at this time it was almost dawn, the light of the morning sun sprinkled on the river, the golden light appeared, people's mood also followed a lot better, the port was very lively, some sold breakfast, there were also soliciting guests, suddenly looked a little similar to the door of the county bus station, the only difference is that the merchants here are obviously not Chinese, and some are rare.

"Brother Ma, what should I do next?" Luo Quan asked with a pale face.

"Let's find a place to settle down first, sleep well in the morning, and I'll inquire in the afternoon, Quincy is the soil emperor of the Golden Triangle, if you want to get close to him, you always need someone to introduce you, what do you say, Brother Tiger?" Ma Jing looked at me pointedly.

I smiled and said, "Listen to Brother Ma's arrangement, I have a few friends in the Golden Triangle, the key is that I don't know how to contact them, wait for us to stabilize for a while, and then I will think of a way!"

Wang Huang is in the Golden Triangle with the Evil Tiger Hall, and if I want to contact them, I just want to call Lei Shaoqiang, but the crux of the problem is that I can't contact them, and I haven't even thought about whether to face Quincy directly, An Jiabei is Quincy's goddaughter, and the relationship will definitely not be worse than that between me and Master, if you tear your face directly, I'm worried that we won't be able to get out of this "three regardless" zone alive.

When we were studying, more than a dozen menacing young men came rampaging from the opposite plywood, these young people basically carried firewood knives, iron pipes and other weapons in their hands, and three or four guys held bird guns (earthen guns) in their hands, and the head was actually the bald man who was beaten by Luo Quan when he had just smuggled in.

Without waiting for us to react, the group of young people "hula" surrounded them, the bald man rushed up and kicked Luo Quan's stomach in a daze, a few of us resisted, but the other party directly took the bird gun against the head, the bald man reversed the coerced appearance just now, holding a big iron rod more than one meter long in both hands, and slammed Luo Quan lightly and heavily, and played for five or six minutes, squeezing out a shriveled middle-aged man with a height of less than one meter seven from the crowd.

The middle-aged man was in his early thirties, his appearance was really good, not to mention a potholed pockmarked face, his left eye was still blind, and his eye socket was inlaid with a water-blue "glass ball", squatting next to Luo Quan's sneer: "Chinese, right?"

"That's right, grandpa is Chinese!" Luo Quan spat disdainfully, and several big cuts were punched on the door of his head, and at this moment, blood flowed out of his brain.

The half-blind middle-aged man patted Luo Quan's face and said: "For the sake of my fellow countrymen, this time it is not difficult for me, but no matter how special you dare to have a next time, Lao Tzu will let you die in a foreign land! To borrow a sentence from our ancestors, in Gaowa Village, it is the dragon you coil for me, and the tiger for me to lie down, no one can make it easy!"

Then the middle-aged man waved his hand, and the gang of bandit-like young people next to him directly started and took everything from us.

"Gentlemen, if you have the ability to leave your name, I will admit it this time!" Luo Quan bit his lip and sneered.

"I didn't see that there were still a few fat sheep!" The middle-aged man proudly counted the banknotes that were turned out of Ma Jing's body and grinned: "Well, my surname is Li, and my friends in the Golden Triangle call me Ba Ziye! If you are not convinced, you can enter the village at any time to find me for this scene, the Four Seasons Spring Hotel is my territory, if you are not afraid of death, I will wait for you!"