Risheng Fort, located at the easternmost point of the Sino-Mongolian border, is surrounded by continuous mountains, where the grass is not fertile, the water is not beautiful, and it is a standard land of poor mountains and bad waters. Originally, it was just a wasteland, and even the most diligent herdsmen were too lazy to graze here, and there were no people in a radius of hundreds of miles. In recent years, many mining resources have been discovered in the vicinity, and gradually some private entrepreneurs and individual gold diggers have been active here, and over time a human settlement has been formed.

After more than ten years of accumulation, a fort with thousands of permanent residents has developed around this small settlement.

I can't remember who first called this place Sunrise Fort.

It is only known that this is the easternmost part of Mongolia and is the first place where the sun rises, so everyone calls this place the Risheng Fort.

Because all the people who come here are floating population, and the emperor is far away, there is no formal administrative agency in Rishengbao until now, not even a civil institution such as a sub-district office, let alone a post office bank police station.

To put it bluntly, Sunrise Fort is an unmanaged outlawless place.

But thousands of people gathered in this place, and life was in order.

As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are gangs.

In the small rivers and lakes of Rishengbao, there are three major forces.

The first force is the miners' trade groups, whose members are large and small private entrepreneurs, who are mainly engaged in the development of nearby minerals, have abundant funds, own the largest number of industries in the fort, and also provide the fort with water, electricity and other infrastructure (of course, not for free). Belongs to the elite class of Sunrise Fort.

The second major force is the Gold Prospectors' Association, whose members are mainly self-employed individuals who dream of mining for a fortune, and they are the largest and more loosely organized. It is the main labor class in the fort.

The third force is the Smugglers' Alliance, which is the smallest but most organized and disciplined. The Smugglers' Union is the most mysterious organization in the fort, and they have a vast network of powers, from Russia in the north, to China in the east, and Ulaanbaatar in the west.

The Smugglers' Union does business with local private business owners and gold prospectors' associations. From military vehicles and weapons to daily department stores, as long as they pay for it, they can get it.

These three forces help each other and develop in tandem, constituting the main force of Sunrise Fort, jointly maintaining the order of Sunrise Fort, under their joint operation, the people of Sunrise Fort live and work in peace and contentment, and business is thriving.

Each of the three major groups has its own circle of life, and the main scope of activity of business owners is "high-end" places such as restaurants and dance halls. The main venues for the gold diggers are taverns, casinos and other places where dragons and snakes are mixed. The smugglers' gathering place is the horse market.

Of course, there is also an indispensable type of leisure place in the fort - the hair salon.

There will be an eye-catching neon sign at the entrance of each hair salon, and the "sensible" customers will not be mistaken. In addition to washing and haircuts, the hair salon also does skin and meat business, small massage 100, big health care 300, the price is fair, and the children are not bullied.

"I dare tell you, Sunrise Fort is the fairest place in the world, as long as you have money here, there is nothing you can't buy!"

The drunken gold diggers summed up Sunrise Fort in one sentence. Prasad, who was next to him, smiled and nodded in agreement.

According to his experience, liquor stores and casinos are often places where the three religions and nine streams gather, and it is easy to find valuable information here, and it is not easy to be suspicious.

Sure enough, in a tattered tavern, Prasad had just spoken to the bartender when a gold prospector came up to talk (beg for a drink).

According to the gold digger's self-introduction, he was the first person to come to the town to pan for gold, and he was an authentic Chinese who took refuge in Mongolia because he had committed a crime in the northeast that year.

According to the gold diggers, Sunrise Fort brought together all kinds of people from all over the world, including the business elite and the poor who had dreams to make a fortune, as well as those who were in debt, fleeing, stealing, and robbing...... Sunrise Castle adheres to the principle of freedom and openness, and treats everyone equally.

No one here cares about your past, the only requirement is that you come here to obey the order.

The gold digger claimed to have just turned forty, but he looked to be in his sixties and seventies, dressed in tattered overalls, with a face that had been through the vicissitudes of life, and was the kind of friend who "you have wine, I have a story."

Prasad looked at the gold digger's unsatisfied look, poured him another glass of wine, and asked nonchalantly, "Where is the horse market?" Can you show me there? ”

The gold digger tilted his neck and drank the wine dry, staring at Prasad with red eyes: "As long as you have money, you can go anywhere in Sunrise Fort - except this horse market!" ”

"Why?" Prasad asked, puzzled, he hadn't refilled the gold digger this time, the guy was already a little delirious.

The gold digger looked at the bottle in Prasad's hand and licked his lips.

"You take me to the horse market to have a look, this bottle of wine is all yours!" Prasad said, shaking the half-bottle of vodka in his hand.

The gold diggers looked left and right, and the two had been chatting for a long time until late at night, when there were only a few drinkers left in the tavern, and two of them had fallen asleep on the table.

The gold digger mysteriously leaned into Prasad's face, and said with a strong stench of wine in his mouth: "This horse market, only people from the Smugglers' Alliance can enter and exit, and outsiders are not allowed to enter unless they invite you to enter." ”

"Oh? Isn't the horse market the place to do business? Why do you still have a membership system? Prasad asked, puzzled.

"Hey, the horse market here isn't your average business—you know what? These smugglers, they still have an identity in private...... Tomb robbers! ”

The gold digger snatched the bottle from Prasad's hand, poured it to himself without saying a word, and tilted his neck dry.

Prasad smiled and said, "There are still ancient tombs here in Sunrise Fort? ”

The gold digger smiled: "Yes! And quite a few! During the years of mining and prospecting, many tombs of gold and Liao officials were also excavated, and it is said that a lot of gold treasures were dug up! Some people see that this money comes quickly, so they stop doing serious work and go to dig graves. ”

The gold digger burped and continued: "These people in the horse market have made a lot of money over the years—think about it, what does he make money on such a big horse market? With these few people in the fort, how much money can they make if they die? Didn't you make a fortune digging graves? Hum! Lao Tzu pouted and worked hard for a year, and the money he earned was not enough to drink and find a woman, so they would fight for ten years with one vote! “

Prasad whispered, "Have you ever seen them digging graves?" ”

The gold digger shook his head: "I haven't seen it, but I can guess it if I guess!" ”

Prasad shook his head and said, "That's not necessarily, what if people just make money by doing business?" ”

The gold digger snorted: "I don't know if it will do business?" Their leader, Asgen, was poorer than me when he first came here, and now he's amazing! Walk sideways with your big crotch in the castle! Those big bosses had to nod their heads when they saw him. Hmph, I don't know how he got rich...... I heard that in the past few years, they have also gone over the mountains to China to dig graves, tsk, this bold ......"

Prasad smiled, "Since you are older than them, why didn't you dig the grave with you?" ”

The gold digger scolded and said, "Isn't Lao Tzu incompetent!" If I have the ability, I still use it to talk to you here? ”

The cynical old gold digger raised his bottle, drank the rest of it in one gulp, and fell asleep on the table.

Prasad paid for the sake and quietly opened the door and went out.

After walking a few kilometers west of Sunrise Fort, an off-road vehicle was faintly seen in front of me, and a Gurkha mercenary standing guard next to him saw Prasad coming over.

"Has everyone else returned?" Prasad asked.

"Yes!"

Prasad walked over and saw several mercenaries making a small fire in the small col next to him, Prasad frowned and said, "Is it your first time on a mission?" Isn't it easy to light a fire here and expose the target? ”

Several mercenaries hurriedly extinguished the fire, and one of them rubbed his hands together and muttered, "It's too cold." ”

Prasad snorted and said to the other man, "How's the situation in the horse market?" ”

"I watched the horse market for a long time, and it was heavily guarded, so I couldn't get in. But when it was getting dark, a large number of people went to the horse market—Timur, whom we had ambushed earlier, were also mixed in, and I was afraid of being recognized, so I didn't look closer. ”

Prasad nodded: "See Kitano Chong?" ”

The mercenary shook his head, "I didn't see it—but the big man was in the crowd, and the pretty little girl was there." ”

Prasad groaned and did not speak, it seems that Surile and Ke and they have joined Timur, but why did Kitano Chong, who was wounded and escaped, not appear?

"Have you had dinner?"

Several mercenaries shook their heads, if the leader doesn't come back, who dares to move his mouth first.

Prasad took out two bottles of vodka from his backpack and beckoned everyone: "Come, take two sips, everyone has worked hard these days!" ”

A look of joy appeared on the faces of the mercenaries, and one of the mercenaries shouted to the guards who were standing guard next to the SUV: "Hey, bring a few boxes of canned food from the car!" ”

The man leaned back on the SUV and drooped his head and did not speak, as if he was asleep.

"Grass!" The mercenary picked up a rock and threw it at him, hitting him right on him, but the man did not respond.

"There is a situation!" Prasad noticed that something was wrong and said to the mercenaries, "Go and see!" ”

A few mercenaries slowly surrounded them with their guns in fear, and when they approached, they didn't notice anything unusual.

A mercenary went up and pushed the guard, but the man fell like a log.

Prasad grabbed the clothes on his chest and found that his head was hanging limply, and his cervical vertebrae had been twisted.

Who did it? He was able to break the neck of a heavily armed mercenary in silence, and what was even more terrifying was that the people who were only a dozen meters away from him were unaware.

Prasad is in a cold sweat behind his back, is it a ghost?