Rebirth 90: I changed my fate by winning the lottery

[This is the version with the added words]

Professor Zhang led everyone in a meeting in the consulate's conference room all night long. It was almost dawn when everyone leaned back in their chairs and fell asleep.

Everyone was very frustrated when they learned that there was actually nothing they could do and could only wait for news here.

Ding Mo woke up slowly in the middle of the night and left her workbench under the pretext of going to the toilet. The people guarding her took her outside the White Tower, pointed to a bush and told her to go there to meet her physiological needs.

It was a dark night, and there was only a bush. Ding Mo also made a deep mental preparation before taking a step to walk over. The smell over there was really suffocating. Ding Mo repeatedly comforted herself that she was not really going out to the toilet, she wanted to take the opportunity to check the current condition of the laptop.

When she pretended to go to the toilet and passed by the computer, she was surprised to find that the computer had been connected to a power strip and had a power cord.

Ding Mo pointed at the computer, signaling the person guarding her, and said in fluent English: "Can I go over and check the system message?"

The guard refused: "Someone will watch over you and come to call you if there is any news."

Ding Mo sighed. Sure enough, after Zhan Ta arrived, the people watching them were not so easy to fool.

She could only go back to her original place, and while washing her hands, she took the rag off Zhou Lang's forehead, washed his forehead again, and wiped his face at the same time.

Looks like a pig's head.

Ding Mo wanted to laugh, but she was afraid that she would not be able to hold back her laughter and tears would flow out instead.

"You are supposed to be a smooth policeman, but you choose to be an undercover agent." Ding Mo gently pressed the swollen area on Zhou Lang's face with a towel.

"If I don't take the job, someone else will."

Zhou Lang's eyes were still not open, but he uttered a few words weakly, and it seemed that he was awake.

"Are you awake? I'll help you sit up and drink some water." Ding Mo helped Zhou Lang sit up and lean against the large wooden boxes. She then took the bottle of mineral water that the person who had just occupied the tower handed to her, unscrewed it and fed Zhou Lang two sips.

Zhou Lang drank half the bottle in one breath, and before he could even catch his breath he started to talk nonsense.

"Aren't you afraid that they've put drugs in the water? How dare you drink it directly?"

Ding Mo's body stiffened: "What drug?"

Zhou Lang continued to scare her: "The best way to control you is not violence, but to get you involved in drugs."

Ding Mo: "Not really!"

Zhou Lang: "You don't know what kind of business they are doing. If you knew, you wouldn't say that."

Ding Mo remembered something and whispered in his ear, "They are not only smuggling cultural relics, but also trafficking drugs, right? Are you actually an undercover agent who wants to catch Zhan Ta, the drug lord?"

Zhou Lang was amused: "Don't look at Zhan Ta as a vicious and omnipotent person, but he is not really a drug lord at his level. The real drug lord is more cruel and terrifying than you think. You can still negotiate with Zhan Ta today, but if it was a drug lord, I guess..."

Before Ding Mo was reborn, he had watched many movies and TV shows about undercover policemen fighting drug lords. He had also read many news reports about drug enforcement policemen, some of whom were skinned, had their bones broken, and had their opponents' families threatened. The methods they used were completely inhumane.

What I fear most is those who inject drugs into undercover police officers to control them.

Sometimes drug lords not only torture you physically, but the psychological torture is even more painful.

"So he is the drug dealer of the Zhanta Gang?" Ding Mo asked.

Zhou Lang nodded: "It's about the same, a little bit worse than a drug lord, but a little bit bigger than a drug dealer. The main job is to help drug lords find channels for drug trafficking."

Ding Mo understood. Fortunately, Zhan Ta was not the kind of drug lord who produced and sold his own products. Otherwise, as Zhou Lang said, he would have been treated inhumanely. What kind of cultural relic restoration was not enough for Chen Wei to negotiate with her.

"Ahem." Ding Mo leaned close to Zhou Lang's ear and whispered again, "The laptop has a video feed turned on. The situation here should have been sent to the police in real time. And don't worry, I did it very covertly. They won't be able to find out." For a former coder, it was not easy to hide the QQ interface without a trace. Unless the person who was watching Zhan Ta's operation at the time was a relevant expert, it would be difficult to find out. Unfortunately, the person watching her was Khun Sa.

Zhou Lang's eyes flashed, but the light in his eyes soon dimmed: "I think you will be disappointed."