Chapter 2692
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July 11, 1987.
Southeast Asia, Myanmar.
In the market, many people were selling all kinds of goods and shouting in their own country's language to the passers-by.
Myanmar was not a rich country.
At the corner of the market, after turning countless corners, there was no one in the dark.
Twenty to thirty Burmese men in tattered clothes were sitting on the ground in various postures.
This group of people, without exception, were all street gangsters. They could not afford to live in a house and would even do something against their conscience for a mouthful of food.
"Ta Ta Ta." At this time, a thin and lean man ran out from the dark.
"Brothers, there's work to be done! Someone in the underworld is buying children at a high price! It's a little risky and the price is very high. Do you want to do it? "
As soon as they heard that there was work to be done, the group of men who were sitting in the corners and even sitting on the smelly gutters all stood up. They didn't mind being dirty at all.
"We can't even fill our stomachs. If we're late, we'll starve to death. Not to mention the risk, even if someone puts a gun on our head, we'll do it if we have money!"
.....
Z Country, on the busy streets, occasionally passing by the downtown area, one could hear such a beautiful female announcer's voice coming from the loudspeaker.
"Hello everyone, I'm Xiaoxiao, an announcer from the radio and television station. Recently, there have been several cases of children going missing in Z Country. I hope that all the parents will take good care of their children and don't let them stay alone in unsupervised places …"
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On the edge of M Country, an archipelago.
A group of five to seven years old children were escorted to this island.
Looking at the number of people, there were fifty of them. The children were escorted to this archipelago, looking around. Some were scared, some were crying, and some were silent.
The group of children was escorted by the twenty to thirty Burmese men.
This group of Burmese men handed over to the person in charge of the archipelago, took the money and left.
When they left, they turned around and looked at the group of children, revealing a big smile.
"Little babies, uncle will send you here."
After saying this, the Burmese man laughed and walked away happily with another group of Burmese men.
The fifty children who were brought to the archipelago all howled and cried, shouting.
"Mommy! I want mommy! I want to go home! "
"Daddy, Grandma, where are you? Where is this place? Wuwuwuwu …"
"Wu —"
Fear, panic, screams, and wails. The wails of fifty children less than ten years old resounded throughout the entire area.
The entire island was filled with the cries of children.
However, in the crowd, there was a five-year-old girl who stood in stark contrast to the group of crying children.
The little girl was delicate and beautiful. She had a pair of sharp and deep eyes. Her eyelashes were long and narrow, and when they fluttered up and down, it made people's hearts melt.
She shut her mouth and didn't cry or make a fuss. She wasn't afraid or panicked. She just stared at the twenty to thirty Burmese men who had deceived and kidnapped them to the archipelago, to this hellish and cruel island.
"Wahhh! Mother! I want Mommy! "
A child next to her cried and accidentally bumped into the little girl's body, but the little girl didn't seem to feel anything. She just stood there and stared at the twenty to thirty Burmese men who were hugging and cheering each other as they left with the rewards.
She memorized the faces of the twenty to thirty Burmese men who had kidnapped them to the archipelago without missing a single one!
[The author has something to say: Starting to update the story. The first part of the story is about how the female lead and Shen Ji grew up in the assassin organization. Muah, love you all ~]
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