The bamboo raft docked, and Aoki jumped onto the river beach. The water behind him was still the same, the green hills around him had not changed color, and everything was the same as the other side, but he was already standing on the land of Myanmar and Vietnam.

As they passed the outpost, the Burmese soldiers in the wooden hut poked their heads out and asked a few questions in Burmese.

Aoki actually understood.

He didn't know how much was hidden in his strange mind. Before that, he had proven that he could speak at least Chinese, English, Japanese, and several local dialects, and now another Burmese.

If you learned it when you were a child, so you have a good foundation, English is good to speak, and Japanese has been exaggerated, what the hell is this Burmese now?

If he is born a language genius and understands all languages as soon as he hears them, although he is not bizarre, but he can't understand the dialect of Ruihekou, how can he say this?

Aoki smiled self-deprecatingly, then muttered to the sentry in Burmese as well. The sentry waved him over, then clicked the window of the cabin shut.

The nearest path from Nangou River to Masuba is about 100 miles, and if you walk, you can walk for a whole day at the earliest. Muka was answered, and Aoki saw from afar that he was getting into a jeep shortly after leaving the post.

To catch up with Muka, at least before Poppy gets hurt, Aoki must find a car.

He walked about a mile on, and there was a village. A brand-new motorcycle was parked in front of the first house at the entrance of the village. A swarthy, short man was drying medicinal herbs in the open space in front of the house.

Aoki walked over and pointed to the motorcycle and said in Burmese, "Hey, lend me this car for some use." ”

The owner of the house looked at him inexplicably and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"Give me the car keys! My name is Aoki. Aoki said.

I don't know why, the owner of the house didn't resist at all and obediently handed over the car keys.

Aoki got on his motorcycle, started the car, and turned around and asked, "How much does this car cost?" ”

"500,000 kyats, a very good car, for my son's marriage." The man laughed innocently.

"Oh, is your son getting married?"

"Yes, next month."

"Understood, I'll pay you back before I get married." As soon as Aoki loosened the clutch, the motorcycle drove out of the village with a thud and headed in the direction of Masuba.

Motorcycles drive at a high speed and are more agile than cars on rugged and narrow mountain roads.

Aoki barely let go of the throttle all the way, narrowly avoiding the trucks on the road a few times, causing the angry drivers to curse, but by the time they poked their heads out of the window and raised their middle fingers, the bike had already passed the next corner and was gone.

However, he still failed to catch up with Muka's jeep before entering the Masu Dam, and the next question was how to find Muka.

The name sounds like a small dam like Yuziba, but thanks to the opium business, it is already the largest city in northern Myanmar, and even in the entire Golden Triangle, it is also a famous tobacco production base.

Aoki rode his motorcycle around the streets and wondered where Muka would take the poppy.

Muka said that he would inject the beauty with a new drug, so he would definitely go to his lab. Aoki asked a few passers-by, in order to grab time, they were all directly hypnotized, but they didn't know anything about Muka and the laboratory, but they all knew that Wu Suotun had a large mansion, like a castle, guarded by many heavily armed soldiers.

Since he couldn't find Muka, he simply smashed Wu Suotun's lair, and through Wu Suotun, he could always find Muka's traces.

As he was about to do so, suddenly a madman in tattered clothes rushed up and danced and shouted in front of him.

Aoki took a closer look, wasn't this the crazy beggar who was locked up next to him in the cave? That is, the one that rescued the poppy from the Mangdian Hotel. I don't know how he escaped from the cage and got to Masuba?

"Did you see a beauty?" Aoki asked.

The madman was stunned for a moment, and immediately nodded: "Beauty, beauty." ”

Aoki hurriedly asked where he was. The madman pointed in the direction of the west, and shouted "Beauty, Beauty".

Aoki motioned for him to get into the car, and he carried the madman on his motorcycle, and he showed the way, all the way to a dark old street in Baxi.

There are many scantily dressed women standing at the door on the old street, some are smoking, some are snorting melon seeds, and when a man walks by on the street, he throws a flattering glance. Whenever the man showed the slightest hint of meaning, the woman would lean in and writhe him and drag him to the back cabin.

Aoki parked his motorcycle at the corner of the street and walked in with the madman.

Although the young man who followed behind looked very handsome and cool, the tattered dress was destined to bring them business, so there was disdain and impatience in their eyes, as if they had wasted her expression.

A few women shouted, "Hey, do you have any money to ask for food?" If you have money, come in and play for a while! ”

The madman walked forward with his head bowed, not daring to even look at it.

The women laughed.

"It's cheap for you, 5,000 kyats are done, and you're cool!"

"Is it a place, if it is a place, the old lady will give a thousand!"

"Oh, you're crazy, you can't ask for it anywhere, it's so dirty, like a radish pulled out of the mud, who can stuff it in!"

The madman's head was lowered.

The women laughed harder and harder.

But their smiles soon stiffened, as they saw the young man in the pull-up take out a large stack of bills and scatter them in his hand.

The red banknotes were blown into the air by the wind, like autumn leaves.

I don't know who was the first to shout, "Grab it!" A dozen women ran to the center of the street and grabbed the money.

At first, everyone picked up their own things, and then they fought with each other, from pushing and shoving, to fighting, thin clothes were torn to shreds, and long nails scratched faces with heavy makeup into grimaces.

"Hey! Look, what are we picking up? Someone shouted in panic.

The scarred, disheveled women calmed down, and when they looked closely, they saw that their pockets and handbags were stuffed with leaves, and where was a bill?

They looked in shock at the end of the street, where the two beggars had long since disappeared.

A gust of wind came, and many fallen leaves flew in the air.

……

The madman led Aoki into a deep, musty-smelling alley lined with low-walled courtyards, most of which were closed.

A skinny man with tattoos was smoking against the wall in an alley, and when he saw the madman, he scolded: "Why are you stinky again!" Didn't you just tell you to get out of the way? No one here will give you money, and if you come again, you will break your legs! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a slender and powerful hand reached out and grabbed him by the neck, slamming him against the wall.

"Where are Muka and the little girl?" Aoki asked.

The man blushed and frightened, "Do you know what this place is?" If you don't let go, you'll die an ugly death in a minute! ”

"I'm just asking you, where are Muka and that little girl?" Aoki's fingers tightened. He didn't use mental power, and he didn't need to use mental power at all to deal with this kind of smoker who smoked big cigarettes every day.

The thin man was pinched and out of breath, without the strength to resist at all, and pointed to a door in the middle of the alley and said, "In...... Inside...... Talk ...... Talk about business. ”