In the evening, the Mekong River, torrential rain.

Lightning and thunder roared, and dark clouds overwhelmed the realm, like night falling.

Jiang Yang asked the convoy to stop at the corner of the intersection and handed it over to Zhou Zhou Yan to do something.

"Put on the uniform of the new SAR and go and talk to them."

Jiang Yang looked at Zhou Zhou Yan and said, "In the name of the director of the New Special Administrative Region Supervision Office, go and discuss with them."

"Can you move out of here before three o'clock tomorrow afternoon?"

Jiang Yang looked at the torrential rain outside the window and said with a deep gaze.

Wednesday Yan was slightly stunned and pointed to her nose: "Me?"

"I, shall I go by myself?"

Wednesday Yan was stunned: "Brother Jiang, can this work?"

Jiang Yang looked at Zhou Yan: "Scared?"

Wednesday swallowed her saliva, a little tangled.

Bancun pushed the car door: "I'd better go."

Unexpectedly, he just wanted to get out of the car door, but was pulled by Wednesday Yan's hand.

He picked up the uniform jacket from his seat and took a deep breath, "I'll go."

With that, he put on his uniform with the words "New Special Zone" and stepped out of the car to stand in the rain.

Jiang Yang raised his chin with the index finger of his right hand, looked at Zu Shengdong, and then looked at Wednesday Yan outside the car.

Zu Shengdong nodded, took out an umbrella from the co-pilot, looked out the window and said, "Three eyes!"

Wednesday Yan turned back.

Zu Shengdong threw the umbrella over, and Wednesday Yan reached out to catch it.

"Be decent."

Zu Shengdong looked at Wednesday Yan Dao.

Wednesday Yan nodded and opened her umbrella.

He looked a little nervous, looking at the row of dark buildings in the distance, and all the apprehension in his heart was written on his face.

Say not afraid, that's false.

"Big ...... Big Big Big Brother."

Wednesday Yan stood outside the car, looked at Jiang Yang and said, "Really let me go alone?"

At this time, he didn't understand what it meant to let such a large number of people come with such a large number of people, but they hid far away when they came outside, and let him show up with a horse boy.

Is it using yourself as cannon fodder?

But look at Jiang Yang again, he was already sitting in the back seat of the car at this time, leisurely looking down at the newspaper, and no longer paying attention to him.

Heavy rain was falling.

A convoy of convoys came to a quiet halt outside, like a herd of beasts lurking in the dark.

Only Wednesday Yan stood alone outside the convoy, hesitating and not knowing what to do.

He's struggling.

For two minutes, Wednesday Yan seemed to have finally made up her mind.

He sank his breath deep into the dantian, then exhaled slowly and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, there was less fear and more determination in his eyes looking at the buildings in the distance.

Raise your feet and start walking towards the banks of the Mekong River in the distance.

A black umbrella, below which is a figure wearing a new SAR uniform.

The middle-aged man, who was originally considered a strong body, seemed small and lonely at this moment.

"You're still not worried about this person."

In the car, Zu Shengdong turned back in the co-pilot.

Jiang Yang shook the newspaper in his hand, looked up and glanced out from the front windshield.

Wednesday Yan was getting closer and closer to the building.

"It's not worrying, for the new brother, he always has to find something to do for him."

With that, continue to look down at the newspaper.

Ban Cun listened to it with a confused face, and felt a little inexplicable.

"Brother Dong, what do you mean?"

Zu Shengdong looked at Bancun and said, "Don't you think it's a little too deliberate for Yan to contact us this Wednesday?"

Ban Cun said: "He has already said that he just deliberately contacted us and wanted to make friends with us, is there anything wrong?"

"Board Size."

Zu Shengdong said seriously: "Don't forget that there was a woman surnamed Liu at the beginning, too

Approaching the boss in this way, that time almost ruined the entire company. If Gao Hua hadn't discovered it earlier, I'm afraid it would have caused a catastrophe long ago."

"Over the years, have there been fewer people who have deliberately approached us and then tried to put us to death?"

"Don't forget that we're abroad now."

Zu Shengdong looked at Bancun and said in a deep voice: "Any carelessness may make us die in a foreign land, and there is no place to bury us."

"You've been out there with your boss for so many years, you can't be so willful anymore."

"You have to learn to grow, and you have to learn to be cautious."

Ban Cun was silent after hearing this, thinking about Zu Shengdong's words.

Jiang Yang shook the newspaper in his hand again, glanced at the board, and then continued to read the newspaper.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier.

The rumbling thunder was deafening, and the raindrops the size of beans smashed on the ground, first converging into shallow puddles, and then splashing ripples in circles, which showed the strength of the rain.

Since Zu Shengdong said those words, Bancun no longer squeaked.

The whole car was stuffy.

I don't know how long it took.

Jiang Yang raised his wrist and glanced at the time.

Zu Shengdong looked back from the co-pilot: "It's almost, right?"

Jiang Yang glanced at the buildings on the banks of the Mekong River through the front windshield, and said lightly, "Wait a little longer."

The village-like pattern is full of walled watered buildings or wooden houses, towering over the banks of the Mekong River.

This is a cancer that has been entrenched in the Golden Triangle for many years, and it is also a place that makes many people frightened.

It has a very modest name: Fishing Village.

Gambling and brothels are only the most basic entertainment services, and drug manufacturing and drug dealing, human trafficking and human organ trafficking have become the largest sources of income and networks here.

It's similar to the way Aocheng exists.

Some proprietors have drawn circles here to provide a protective net for these "merchants".

The "merchants" who deal in pornography, gambling and drugs carry out their own business in this village.

They don't have any interests in each other, and they don't come from the same organization.

Each has its own business, but there is only one person "above", and that is their owner.

That is, the owner of this stockade.

When Wednesday Yan stepped into this village, the mercenary at the pavilion at the door did not embarrass him.

Those people with guns on their shoulders sat under a pavilion made of bamboo and grass and rattan, playing cards and drinking beer.

The reason is that this village is an open service place.

Here, pornography, gambling and drugs are no longer an ulterior secret, and even the entire Golden Triangle knows that this is the gathering place of pornography, gambling and drugs.

They all turned a blind eye and even became a frequent visitor here.

Over time, there was no privacy in this place.

It's like a shopping street, anyone can come in and have a stroll, or even come in to talk about business.

Wednesday Yan walked in like that, and every step was extremely apprehensive.

It's okay for others not to know the horror of this village, but to say that he doesn't know how powerful this place is, it's a bit too much.

Looking at the entire Golden Triangle, the fishing village has been regarded as the existence of the "weather vane" in the industry.

The boss of the fishing village, Yelan Tuku, is a Southeast Asian with Chinese Yunnan ancestry.

I heard that my ancestors came here when they were at war, and the power between Laos and Thailand is not trivial, and the relationship is even more unfathomable.

Whether it is the relationship between the two countries, or the relationship with those Chinese bosses and the warlords in Southeast Asia, it is not generally close.

From this point of view, the newly appointed chairman of the SAR can be regarded as giving him a huge problem.

At least for Wednesday Yan at this time, he is now in a dilemma.