Chapter 119
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Myanmar, Little Mengla.
The temple was surrounded by forests, and the dark green of the day had turned into ghosts crawling out of hell. The burning torches lit up the sky above the village, and the loud crackling sound was accompanied by the sound of the pines. The wind carried the wailing of the monks far away.
Five Hummers with their headlights on were in a circle, and a few Burmese men with submachine guns stood outside the cars. The light from the fire reflected the gloomy look on their faces. In the open space in front of the temple, the King Of Spades bent down and faced the ashen-faced abbot. He pointed at the photo in his hand and asked in Chinese, "Where is he?"
The abbot was in tears and shook his head vigorously. He wanted to break free from his shackles and kowtow to beg for mercy.
The King Of Spades's black eyes behind his sunglasses were very calm, and there was no trace of impatience. He repeated his question in Burmese.
"Where is he?"
"@ # ¥* …" The abbot shook his head violently and cried. The monks behind him sobbed in unison.
The King Of Spades stood up helplessly, took a deep breath, and paused for a few seconds.
Then he suddenly pulled out his gun and aimed it between the abbot's eyebrows.
Bang!
There was a bloody hole in the old abbot's head. His eyes were wide open, and he fell to the ground.
There was silence. Then someone screamed, someone fainted, and someone struggled to crawl forward, but the drug dealers came forward and grabbed him. The King Of Spades acted as if he didn't hear anything. He calmly walked to the next monk and asked the same question, "Where is he?"
The monk was still young and had already wet his pants in fear. He trembled as he stared at the old man in the cassock in the photo. It took him a long time to hear him say, "I, I really don't know, I really don't know. Please, spare my life, spare my life …"
The King Of Spades asked, "You really don't know?"
"I really haven't seen him. I don't know. Please, please —"
Bang!
The sound of the gunshot echoed for a long time. The monk's body splashed up dust, and he died with his eyes open.
There was a lot of crying in the open space, as if it was a living hell of blood. The King Of Spades seemed a little tired. He closed his eyes, put away his gun, and casually shoved the photo to the Aje behind him.
The Aje understood and took half a step forward. He raised the photo and showed it to the people around the open space. He shouted in Burmese, "Who knows where this man is? If you tell us, you can live! Otherwise, you will all die here today! "
His voice was extremely penetrating, instantly suppressing all the cries of sorrow. But soon after, even sharper cries of despair rang out from all directions in the open space, even causing the wild beasts in the forest to howl and run away with the billowing wind.
King of Spades rubbed his temples. He stepped over the old abbot's corpse and walked towards the SUV outside the open space.
The Burmese subordinate hurried over. "Boss."
"Looks like he didn't lie," the King Of Spades said lazily. He paused and said, "Clean it up."
The man immediately nodded. He exchanged a look with the Aje. A few bodyguards with submachine guns walked forward.
Da da da da da, da da da da da —
A barrage of submachine gun shots resounded through the open space, and the mournful cries exploded in an instant before quickly disappearing. Eight or nine torches flew into the temple with tails of flames trailing behind them. After a short while, the whole building became a burning bonfire. Black smoke billowed into the ink-black night sky.
"Brother." The Aje got into the Hummer. He seemed a little uneasy. "This is the third temple. What should we do now?"
The King Of Spades leaned against the back seat. The side of his face was reflected in the fire outside the window. He seemed to be resting with his eyes closed. His calm appearance made everyone very uneasy. After a while, he suddenly said, "There should be one more person who knows where he is."
The Aje was stunned. He immediately understood. "You mean —"
The King Of Spades didn't answer directly. He waved his hand. "Go get Luo."
The Aje hurried to tell the driver. The Hummer roared to life. The headlights connected in a line as they drove into the dark forest.
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Jianning.
The lights were off in the bedroom. The thick curtains blocked the outside world. Only the hot and dizzy world on the bed was left.
Most of the quilt had already fallen onto the carpet, and the remaining half was bobbing up and down in the darkness. Every time the quilt sank to the bottom, there would be a hurried gasp from the quilt. It seemed to be in great pain, but there was something else that couldn't be described.
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