The Almighty Taoist of the Beautiful President

Chapter 1163 Stowaway Part [-]
After Li Changan crossed a tributary of the Tumen River in North Korea, he could already see the hometown of Huaxia across the river.

On both sides of the river, the narrowest point is only 20 meters. You can clearly see the buildings on the other side of the boundary line, as well as the bustling grocery market.

On the other side of the river bank, there are cold barbed wire fences, fences, and North Korean soldiers patrolling.

Li Changan put away the high-powered binoculars, jumped off the wall with the leader's portrait, and entered the Liangshui area of ​​North Korea in the dark.

There is a place similar to a small town here, which is a purchasing station specially prepared for the merchants in North Korea. The items purchased by the merchants from Huaxia on the other side will be fully inspected here before being sent into the country.

These businessmen...the businessmen in North Korea are certainly not free. They belong to the employees of the trading company and the employees of the company run by the state.

Six hours later, Li Changan met Park Zhengyong in a dark room full of smoke and decay!

Park Zhengyong is the inspector of the Liangshui purchasing station. He has a standard leader hairstyle, a meticulous blue suit, and two leader badges on his chest.

He was sitting there, looking at the people in the room with sharp eyes.

In the room besides Li Changan, there were two young girls in their twenties, a white-haired old man who was blind in his left eye, and a sallow and emaciated little girl who was only six or seven years old.

Park Zhengyong looked at the little girl: "Are you rich?"

The little girl unbuttoned her pants, unbuttoning them in front of everyone. Under the underwear made of blue cloth, there was a rolled up plastic bag. The plastic bag was so hard that it had already worn out her immature legs. With blood.

Park Zhengyong turned his head in disgust, and said sharply, "It's not clean!"

The girl shook her head, and calmly unwrapped the plastic bag, revealing not money, but a thick stack of gold foil.

Park Zhengyong didn't dislike it anymore, grabbed the gold leaf and weighed it: "These are only enough to cross the river..."

Everyone knew that he was lying. These gold foils were very thick, and the purity was very high at first glance. They were at least 300 grams, and the value was around 5 Huaxia coins. This price far exceeded the price of smuggling.

But no one spoke. If he offended the snakehead at this time, it would be completely over.

Park Zhengyong had already stood up, turned around and pulled a box, opened it, and there were prepared clothes inside.

He kicked the box, and in the dim candlelight, the clothes could see the dust rising up, as well as the musty smell, crawling ants and bugs.

"Leave at 9 o'clock tonight... don't be late, I won't wait for you, pay the money first!" Park Zhengyong lit a Yalujiang cigarette.

The two girls paid the money together, but the white-haired old man who was blind in his left eye remained motionless.

Park Zhengyong didn't urge him, instead he showed respect to the old man, leaned over and asked something in a low voice, then turned around and took out a bottle of Huaxia orange juice, and handed it to the old man.

Park Zhengyong went out, and the white-haired old man touched his pebble-like left eye and handed the drink to the girl.

The girl shook her head, and pushed the drink to the two girls, who drank greedily.

"After the past... what are you going to do?" the old man asked suddenly.

The two girls bowed: "We have found a job, and in a small county town, we can go dancing."

Li Changan noticed their slender figures, fairly well-maintained skin, and the unique temperament of military Chinese art soldiers. This is a pair of girls who escaped from the North Korea Army Chinese Art Troupe.

The white-haired old man smiled: "I'm not going to dance, I'm going to perform videos. It's a very profitable industry. If the guys on the opposite side treat you better, you will be able to go to South Korea soon."

This is the dream of girls. Huaxia is just a transit point. As a defector, South Korea is the paradise and paradise.

In South Korea, they will gain official status, arrange jobs, and live a modern life.

The white-haired old man looked at the lonely girl again: "Where's your family?"

"Dead..." said the girl.

"Then what are you going to do after you go there?" the old man asked lightly.

The girl did not speak.

"Are there any relatives over there?" The old man continued to ask.

The girl shrank to one side, lay down and fell asleep.

The old man sighed, and finally looked at Li Changan.

Li Changan also looked at him: "Let's go there first!"

The white-haired old man sighed again, and then lay down on the ground.

At 08:30 in the evening, Park Zhengyong came back and brought several boxes of instant noodles. Everyone devoured them hungrily, only Li Changan didn't eat any.

Park Zhengyong had already taken his money, and it was the highest price he had ever paid, because Li Changan was a member of the Beacon Group, and taking such a person out was a hundred times riskier.

"We'll leave in half an hour!" Park Zhengyong looked at his watch.

Li Changan frowned, this was an hour behind the scheduled time.

He got up to go to the toilet, and Wan Guiyi got out of his palm: "Chang'an Demon Monarch, why do you need a snake head? You can get there by yourself."

"I need an identity. Although this Park Zhengyong is greedy, he is very trustworthy. After entering the opposite side, he will help me get the identity of a North Korean defector..."

"North Korean defectors count as status?"

"That's right, if I smuggle in by myself, it's not an organized smuggling. The human traffickers in Huaxia will doubt my identity and follow Park Zhengyong. In Huaxia, I can follow the route of the traffickers."

"Where is Chang'an Demon Lord going?"

"Xijing..."

In the middle of the night, following Park Zhengyong, a group of people who put on moldy clothes left the house.

This tattered, moldy clothes has a strange smell, but it must be worn... In the smuggling area from Tumen River Kaishan to Liangshui, there is a completely dark tunnel journey, with bribed people on both sides Patrolmen can only tell who is "passable" by the smell on their clothes!
Now they bypassed the town and headed north.

Originally, from the west of the town, you could directly enter the Tumen River, and the road was only 1 kilometer, but this section of the road was full of patrols, so we had to go around the north.

They stooped past huge portraits and placards of the leader, walked through dark and silent streets, passed through fields full of mosquitoes, and came to a jungle.

There may be iron nails, animal traps, bamboo thorn traps hidden in the jungle, and even more terrifying, border patrol soldiers with submachine guns on their shoulders.

The little girl walked the fastest and had the most stamina. The white-haired old man didn't walk too slowly. On the contrary, the two young girls gradually couldn't walk.

Park Zhengyong turned his head in the jungle, bit off a small flashlight in his mouth, and looked at the girls sternly: "If you can't keep up, go back!"

The two girls gritted their teeth and moved forward. On this hundreds-kilometer-long border, the highest time for smuggling is winter, when the narrow river will freeze, and it is easy to walk across the ice.

The biggest problem in summer is the traps that may be buried in the current, and the sound of crossing the river.

The two girls fell behind again, and then there was a muffled plop, and they disappeared...

(End of this chapter)