It's all clear now. Songya watched the red Mazda on the TV slowly pass through the video footage of the Thai-Myanmar border checkpoint, and the license plate of "G23-WFM" behind it was clearly visible. The assistant director left his car in the parking lot of the airport and rented the Mazda from the car rental agency and headed straight to the Myanmar border so that the director could escape their search circle and escape.

That's smart! Song Ya thought to herself. It is also known that the golden cicada sheds its shell and then sheds its shell, three times! But if you can catch one, it's a difference. Dozens of days were not in vain. But why did she come to Burma? Why do they ignore so many of their own dens and liaison stations? It seems that the outcome will only be achieved after she is caught and interrogated.

The driver of the assistant director stared at a room full of big men and shouted, "What a."

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Songya bowed her head at one of her men. The soldier-looking policeman quickly struck a hook at the driver's abdomen, which was so hard that with a "bang", it should have broken a few ribs. The driver collapsed on the ground, spasming and gasping for breath. Two more big men came over, picked him up and dragged him into the study on the edge of the living room, and the door slammed shut.

The assistant director sat slumped on the sofa, opened his mouth wide, and was so frightened that he couldn't shout. Song Ya sat down beside her gently, grinned, and a string of standard Burmese words suddenly popped out of his mouth: "Don't be afraid, Miss Hou." I just want to ask you one question. I know you have a U.S. green card, and if you cooperate well with me, I promise to let you go within a week. ”

The assistant director was already stunned, she didn't know if this was good news or bad news, she just nodded instinctively. Songya continued: "I want to know if your ex-husband Liu Tianyun has any relatives or friends in Myanmar? ”

The assistant director's mind was shaken up by this question. She asked rhetorically, "Did something happen to him?" Why are you looking for him? ”

Songya shook her head and said, "Don't ask why. It doesn't matter to you what questions he has, I just want to know my answers. ”

A week's freedom is too tempting for the assistant director. Maybe before the New Year, I can go back to Bangkok, where I haven't been back for three years, and sit on Sta on Chunjin Road with my former friends and girlfriends

Bucks leather sofa (Sta, Yangon

There is really a leather sofa in the bucks, and a cup of coffee sells for 300 baht) and a cup of capacci

o, tell me how I got my green card in two years, and appreciate the green fire of jealousy in their eyes. She immediately forgot about the violent scene just now, her face returned to her usual softness, and asked Songya with a smile, "Really? Don't lie to me! ”

Song Ya was so anxious that she couldn't wait to shave her ears immediately, but the smile on her face was even more charming: "Of course, once you say it, it's hard to chase the horse!" ”

"I can't believe your Burmese is so good! Well, I'll tell you. He told me about a former Chinese college classmate in Yangon, but we haven't been in touch since we divorced me. So I'm not sure where it is. ”

"Do you know the names of his classmates?"

"It seems that the surname is Mu ...... Ah, by the way, it's called Mu Zikuan! ”

“Tha

k you!” Songya suddenly thanked him back in English. He let out a long breath, stood up, and glanced at one of his men. The big man walked to the window and turned on the Bose stereo, turning the volume up to the maximum, while the other quickly took out a three-eight S&W revolver from his bosom and pulled the board about two meters away from Hou Tongtong. He then pushed open the door to the study and walked in. The two big men inside held down her driver, and he stepped forward and shoved the revolver into the driver's right hand, then pushed the muzzle of the gun, and pressed the fingers of the driver's right hand to his temple to pull the trigger.

Fifteen minutes later, smoke billowed from the two-million-dollar house.

Songya turned the car into a simple gas station on No. 3 Ramonley Avenue, bought a bottle of Coca-Cola, a Somnon chocolate bar, then walked into the phone booth next to the gas station, stuffed a coin into it, looked at the piece of paper with Mu Zikuan's address and phone number written on it, dialed the number, and heard "I'm so."

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.” 。 He wasn't surprised. Looks like we'll have to go to that address and see if there's any hope of finding the kid.

More than ten years ago, Songya came to Bangkok Police University from the Golden Triangle with the third overall score in the whole division. He was then assigned to the 12-square-metre two-bed bedroom, with the other being Si Bin from Chiang Rai. Two people bed-to-bed. A semester later, the class was re-elected as a class cadre, and a "coup d'état" occurred, Xi Bin became the class president, and he became the secretary of the Youth League branch. The two who were originally designated by the school were swept away, but in fact, all of this was prepared and planned by Xi Bin behind the scenes.

The first year of life was like any other dormitory, after the lights went out at half past ten in the evening, the two of them began to lie in bed and talk nonsense. From the girls in the class to the girls in the outer class, from pistols and cannons to airplanes and tanks. I can't remember what night it was, but they had a whim, and everyone remembered the names of the most female artists in the Japanese entertainment industry than anyone else. It was twelve o'clock, and there was still no winner. They were all a little tired, and the dormitory gradually quieted down. Suddenly, Song Ya felt that something had fallen, he turned his head to look at the bed, and saw Xi Bin's head sticking there, smiling, his eyes rolling slightly, looking at him, and then bursting out a classic saying: "The world starts from the bed!" ”

Songya's head, which had been quiet, suddenly exploded! Since then, Xi Bin has become his life mentor.

Songya drove the car, and when she thought of this time, she couldn't help but laugh. Phew, I don't know how this kid is doing now. He followed the map to find Braider Street, which turned out to be an apartment near the southern outskirts of Yangon. He pressed the walkie-talkie No. 306, and there was an "oh" in it, and he asked if there was such a person as Mu Zikuan, and the other party said that he had not heard of it. He pressed the doorman's button again and found the old man. I only told the old man that it was Mu Zikuan's cousin, who came from Malaysia, and only had his address at hand. The old man looked at Mu Zikuan's name, nodded, then took out a thick register, flipped to the first few pages, looked at it, and then told Song Ya that after Mu Zikuan moved out, he left this address, came back to get the express delivery a few times, and never showed up again.

Song Ya copied down the phone number and address, and thanked the old man. He thought about it for a moment, and remembered that he had been to Yangon Cathedral for an academic conference before, and there was a large park with deep trees and dense forests. If you still drive this Porsche, it will be too eye-catching and easy to notice. He went to the park next to the church, drove the car into the bushes, parked it in the middle of nowhere, broke a lot of pine branches and leaves, covered the car, and then got on the bus on the road. You'll have to find a place to stay.

Mu Zikuan woke up after sleeping until twelve o'clock at noon, and when he was lying on the bed, he smelled the fragrance wafting from the kitchen. He got up and walked into the kitchen naked. Xiaoqing was busy on the electric stove facing the door, and a strong shrimp fragrance wafted out of the oil pot. He salivated and asked, "Wife, what delicious food are you going to cook for me?" ”

Xiao Qingtou didn't reply, and said, "Don't talk to me!" If you don't go home all night, where are you going? ”

"Oh, wife! I promise you that you didn't go out to mess around, you just helped that kid from the old party to inventory the goods. It is impossible to clear it during the day, their inventory flow is too large, and they can't stop working, so they can only go to the inventory at night! Mu Zikuan pointed to the sky and said, "I have the money to take home, I don't believe you!" How can a man who goes out and messes around still take money to go home? Unless that's what it is! ”

Xiao Qing laughed out loud, turned around, saw him naked, and scolded with a smile: "Why are you so shameless, go wear a pair of underwear!" Seeing that Mu Zi was standing still, he picked up the kitchen knife and threatened: "If you really dare to go out and mess around, I will chop you with a knife..."

Mu Zikuan straightened his stomach, "Don't regret it if you chop it!" ”

The phone rang. Mu Zikuan ran to the living room and picked up the phone, "Hey?"

"Old Mou? I'm Fang Zhiyou! ”

"Wow, why are you so picky? Just talking about you, how was it? ”

"The same old way. I'm telling you, there's someone looking for you. I didn't tell him your phone number, I said I'll tell you when I meet. ”

"Ah, did he leave his name, phone address, or something?"

He left a phone number and said he was staying in Chinatown. He asked me to tell you that spring has forced summer to leave, so you should hurry up and find him. ”

Mu Zikuan was taken aback. Is it Ah Chun's boy? Why did he come here to live in Chinatown? What's wrong? He said to Lao Fang: "Don't say anything, I'll come over as soon as I finish lunch." ”

When Mu Zikuan last contacted Ah Chun, he was still studying at Magway University. Later, I heard that he married a girl from Cambodia, and then he didn't know what happened. For some reason, it's hard to keep in touch with even good friends in Myanmar. If that friend suddenly disappeared, there must be something that happened to him.

Mu Zikuan actually never lived in Lao Fang's house, he only used his place to send and receive letters for a while. If Ah Chun can even find out this address, then something must be wrong! Mu Zikuan secretly thought, it can't be human life, right?

The old side is from Hanoi, Vietnam. In the past, I opened a company specializing in textile import and export trade in Bangkok, and it did well. But I couldn't stand the blackmail of the police and thugs there, so I finally gritted my teeth and moved my family to Yangon. He bought a house in the western district of Yangon, which shows that his family is not thin. This guy looks honest and daring to do business. A while ago, Mu Zikuan just built a company website for him, so that customers can find goods directly from the website.

Songya found this guesthouse from the website. He told his landlord that he had just emigrated from Shan State and had just arrived in Yangon yesterday. The landlord was a Kachin and it was too much effort to talk to him. He paid half a month's rent in advance, put down his clothes, and went to the vicinity of Chinatown with his backpack to find a small business center, and found a secluded place.

He didn't know when he would be able to find Mu Zikuan. He improvised, but certainly time-consuming, work for the rest of the team, which amounted to a temporary dismissal, and then he decided to go it alone. Since the last time he spent a lot of effort in the air, he judged that there must be something wrong with the insiders, and it might be better to act alone than this.

It was almost three o'clock when Mu Zikuan came out of the house. From home to Lao Fang, you have to cross two or three bridges, and every day Xiaoqing has to spend more than two hours on the road to go to work in the city center. However, they really took a fancy to the house and the surrounding environment, and the two made up their minds to move from Magun.

After the car got on the highway, he habitually looked in the rearview mirror. There weren't too many cars on the road, and everything seemed to be normal. Unhurriedly followed by several cars. After two more exits, he looked in the rearview mirror again, and the cars that had been behind him were gone, except for a dark green Honda, but it seemed that this car had been seen before it hit the highway, and it happened to be the same model as his own car.

Mu Zikuan couldn't help but be alert. He accelerated suddenly, turned into the outside lane, and overtook forward. From the rearview mirror, he seemed to see the Honda's turn lights flashing and then suddenly disappearing again. At this time, another Chevrolet turned out of the car behind Honda and overtook Mu Zikuan's car.

Mu Zikuan's mind was spinning rapidly. He didn't know what this Chevrolet came from, but that Honda was tired. He decided to take another gamble. Ahead was the exit of the Kenge district, and he deliberately kept the car on the outer road. When he was about to reach the exit, he suddenly slammed the steering wheel and inserted it through the gap between the two cars in the inner lane, and turned all the way to the exit curve. The car in the inner lane honked its horn in protest against his dangerous maneuver.

He could clearly see in the rearview mirror that the Honda was also following the corner. Oh no, something happened!