Chapter 2692

July 11, 1987.

Southeast Asia, Myanmar.

On the market, many people put all kinds of ground stalls and shouted to the passers-by in their own language.

Myanmar is not a rich country.

At the corner of the market, I turned countless corners, where there was no one in the dark.

Twenty or thirty Burmese men in rags sat on the ground in various postures.

These people, without exception, are all street gangsters. They can't afford to live in a house. They can even do things against the conscience for a mouthful of food.

At this time, a thin man ran from the dark.

"Brothers, there's work to be done! Someone on the road buys children at a high price! It's just that the risk is a little high and the bid is very high. Do you want to do it?"

As soon as they heard that there was work to be done, they sat around the corner, and even the smelly ditch could sit on it. These men, who were not dirty at all, stood up.

"I can't eat enough, and I'll starve to death when I'm late. Don't mention the risky thing, that is, being pressed on the forehead with a gun and having money, I'll do it!"

......

In country Z, on the endless roads and streets, when I pass through the downtown area, I can hear such a beautiful female announcer voice from the stereo:

"Hello everyone, I'm Xiaoxiao, an announcer of radio and television station. Recently, several cases of missing children have emerged in China. I hope all parents can take good care of their children and don't let their children stay alone in an unattended place..."

......

An archipelago on the edge of country M.

A group of five, six or seven year old children were escorted to the island.

Look at the number, there are fifty. The children were escorted to the islands and looked around. Some were afraid, some were crying and some were silent.

It was the twenty or thirty Burmese men who escorted the children.

The group of Burmese men handed over to the head of the islands, took the money and left.

When I left, I turned around and looked at the group of children, revealing a big grin.

"Little babies, uncle sent you here."

The Burmese man said this and walked away happily with another group of Burmese men.

All the fifty children brought into the islands howled and cried and shouted.

"Mom! I want mom! I want to go home, woo woo!"

"Dad, grandma, where are you? Where are you? Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu..."

"Woo -"

Fear, panic, scream and cry. The wailing of 50 children under the age of 10 rang through the audience.

The whole island is full of children's cries.

However, in the crowd, in sharp contrast to this group of crying children, it was a five-year-old girl.

The little girl is exquisite and beautiful. She has a pair of sharp and deep eyes. Her eyelashes are narrow and long. At the moment of flashing up and down, people's hearts melt together.

She closed her lips, didn't cry, didn't be afraid or panic, so she stared at the twenty or thirty Burmese men who abducted them into the islands and into this infernal cruel island.

"Wow! Mom! I want mom!"

A child nearby cried and shouted, and accidentally hit the little girl's body. The little girl seemed to have no feeling. She stood in place from beginning to end, staring at the twenty or thirty Burmese men who took away the reward, hugged each other and cheered to leave.

She wrote down all the looks of the twenty or thirty Burmese men who had carried them into the islands!

[the author has something to say: he began to update the first secret agent growth history of fanwai, which tells how the female Lord and Shenji grew up in the killer organization. Well, I love you ~]