The storm of electronic fraud, the day I was deceived into northern Myanmar

In the park, there is a busy scene every day.

Especially the pickup trucks that come in and out. They are like the blood of the park, constantly circulating.

Most of the people on the car are small traders in the park, who need to go out for shopping every day.

Every entry and exit is accompanied by strict inspection.

The security guards at the gate have sharp and cold eyes, and they have to carefully register every car and every person.

These security guards are like the guard dogs of the park. Although they are exhausted, they are always vigilant.

For them, mistakes not only mean blame, but also the possibility of losing their lives.

After all, everyone here has a price tag.

In this place, a new "piggy" is worth about [-] to [-] yuan per person, while a "dog push" like me is worth at least [-] to [-] yuan.

Here, everyone is like a labeled commodity whose value fluctuates with "performance."

In the park, there is a small truck that plays an important role.

It is the main force of procurement in the park, and it starts its mission every morning before dawn.

The car was piled with all kinds of food, all to meet the basic needs of the tired bodies in the park.

The canteen in the park, although simple, is the only salvation, especially for those cash-strapped "dog pushers". The meals provided here have become their weak support for life in this dark world.

As the afternoon sun slants, the small truck starts up again. Its task is to meet various other needs in the park, perhaps daily necessities, or some special requests.

As night falls, the truck begins its journey again.

Many times, it will travel further afield to obtain supplies that are beyond daily reach.

The tires ran over the dirt road, leaving deep marks, just like the mental journey of everyone in the park, profound and difficult to erase.

……

Late at night, Santana's car lights flashed in the darkness, A Dao clenched the steering wheel and frowned.

Datu and I sat in the back seat and said nothing.

At this time, we had followed the procurement vehicle for more than two hours, from the dim street lights in the park to this remote and uninhabited country road.

Ah Dao opened the car window, and the night wind blew in fiercely, carrying a cool and earthy smell.

He spat out and said, "It's almost there. There will be no one after the bend in front."

I nodded lightly, my plan already set: "Stop the car after passing the bend."

Ah Dao looked at me through the rearview mirror, with a hint of worry in his eyes: "They must have someone with them, so be careful."

I responded curtly: "I know."

Immediately, I took out the Black Star pistol from my waist, checked it carefully, and then turned on the safety.

At the same time, Datu was also holding the same gun, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry to prepare, and still maintained his usual leisurely attitude.

I used my eyes to indicate to him what might happen next, but he just smiled and gestured twice to show that he understood.

As the car drove through the wide curve, Ah Dao suddenly accelerated and increased the speed of the car.

The distance between us and the pickup truck in front of us quickly shortened.

When the two cars were less than twenty meters away, Ah Dao flashed his high beam twice and then sounded the horn.

The minivan obviously noticed our unusual behavior. The passenger's head popped out, and then the vehicle began to slow down.

The two cars finally stopped, and Ah Dao asked, "Do you need my help?"

I shook my head: "No need."

Datu and I looked at each other, and he nodded, then opened the car door and quickly got out of the car.

Two people also got out of the minivan, and I wasn't sure which one was Song Yunsheng.

When Datu approached them, suddenly, one of them noticed something was wrong and quickly drew a gun from his waist.

But their movements were still a step slower, and they only heard a few "bang bang bang" gunshots piercing the night sky.

In order to avoid being hit by stray bullets, A Dao and I had to huddle in the car.

After the gunshots stopped, I looked outside and saw the earth rushing in one direction like a cheetah.

Under the headlights, I saw that one person had fallen to the ground next to the pickup truck, and the other person had obviously escaped!

I hurriedly got out of the car, holding the Black Star pistol tightly in my hand, and quickly chased after him.

In the night, my heartbeat was like a drum, and every step landed heavily on the cold, hard ground. A life-and-death chase quietly unfolded in this silent night!

Under the cover of darkness, only the faint light of the car lights illuminated the front.

The pace of my tracking was firm, but as the distance lengthened, the surroundings gradually fell into a silent darkness, with only sparse starlight guiding me.

Suddenly, a gunshot pierced the tranquility of the night sky. I quickly identified the source of the sound and cautiously approached there.

When I reached the edge of an open field, I was surprised to find Datu lying on the ground. His arm had been shot, and his face was covered in pain.

I hurriedly asked: "Where are the people?"

He pointed painfully to a bush not far away.

I hesitated for a moment, but knowing there was no way out, I gritted my teeth and moved in that direction resolutely.

I had a feeling that tonight's operation would not go too smoothly, but the development has far exceeded my expectations.

However, retreating is not an option, Song Yunsheng must be dealt with, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous!

I came to the bushes and heard a rustling sound in my ears.

The reeds not far away swayed irregularly, as if someone was deliberately stirring them.

I raised my pistol and aimed it in that direction, my finger touched the trigger, and I hesitated.

At this distance, the probability of hitting is not high, so you have to get closer.

I crept into the bushes and followed the twitched path.

About three or four minutes later, we arrived at the edge of the bushes and saw an empty area in front of us.

The clearing was pitch black and no one could be seen.

I didn't rush to the front, but lurked aside and waited quietly.

After a while, I carefully took off my coat, lifted a branch from the ground, hung my coat on it, and stretched it out.

At the moment when I stretched out, suddenly "Bang! Bang! Bang!" three gunshots rang out. I accurately determined the opponent's location, beside a ditch!

I didn't dare to show up rashly, so I used the reeds in the bushes to cover me and moved slowly.

The other party seemed to be hiding carefully, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the chirping of insects remained.

I can even hear my own heartbeat: "Dong dong...dong dong...dong dong..."

As I approached the edge of the ditch, my heart beat faster. I held my breath, confirmed the position, took out my pistol, and steadily pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

There was a gunshot, and I luckily hit the target. As the gunshot fell, a scream pierced the silence!

The Black Star only has an eight-round magazine, and I've fired seven of them so far.

I waited there for nearly five minutes to confirm that there was no movement from the other party, and then I cautiously groped toward the ditch...