Downstairs of a community in Hangzhou.

Qiao Shuai sat in the car and asked Shen Enci softly: "Brother, let's look for Nuonuo, do we have to pay attention to protecting the news? Otherwise, Xiaokang will easily miss it. After all, he is responsible for Nuonuo's side."

"Kang Xi told me that after she came out, she would still have contact with some people inside." Shen Enci whispered: "Jinnan is making arrangements, so let's just stare at it first."

"Okay." Qiao Shuai nodded.

...

One day later, Myanmar d.

Zhang Dongcheng stood in front of the office window, asked the lieutenant with his hands behind his back, "There is still no movement on the mountain?"

"No." The lieutenant shook his head and responded.

"…!" Zhang Dongcheng frowned and did not reply.

"Mr. Zhang, the two or three days have passed. Gu Xiao had no food or drinks. Last night, it started to rain heavily on the mountain. No one can stand it. So I think he should have rushed out of the foot of the mountain that night." The lieutenant frowned and analyzed: "Now we must contact the snake head. He wants to run back. The most convenient thing is the waterway."

After considering for a while, Zhang Dongcheng nodded and responded: "Do what you said, remove all the people around the foot of the mountain, but don't contact those snake skins with great fanfare. Notify Xianhui and control a few top-notch people in the industry and communicate with them. As long as there is news, give us feedback immediately. Otherwise, you will have so many people squatting on the shore, and you won't be in a hurry to leave."

"Okay." The lieutenant nodded immediately.

"Okay, you go."

"Okay." The lieutenant responded, turned around and left the office.

Zhang Dongcheng stood at the window, thought for a long time, picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hey? Mr. Zhang."

"Military supply? Come here."

"OK."

More than ten minutes later, a strong man walked into the office.

"What's wrong, Mr. Zhang?"

"Did Curry check it? Did you throw a copycat 54?" Zhang Dongcheng asked with his shoulders in his arms.

"No, I clicked it in Curry three times and asked the people below to check it out, but there was no gun thrown." The man replied softly.

"Fuck, is this gun still an outsider?!" Zhang Dongcheng muttered with a serious expression.

...

Inside the building of Hangzhou Z Community.

After my uncle went into the house to sleep, Nuonuo was about to wash up when his phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Nuo Nuo, what are you busy with?" A woman's voice sounded.

"Sister Guo? I'm still in Hangz." Nuonuo responded with a smile: "Why are you so idle?"

"Ah, am I not taking a vacation now? I will take my child to Hangz to play the day after tomorrow. Are you free? Let's meet?"

"...Are you a day after tomorrow?" Nono was stunned.

"Yes." Sister Guo replied with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you very much."

Nuonuo was a little hesitant when she heard this, because Sister Guo was the discipline she was in prison, and she was one of the few people who took good care of her and also won her a chance to reduce her sentence. Although this was when Nuonuo gave her certain benefits, the relationship between the two was OK.

Some time ago, Nuonuo wanted to apply for his uncle's household registration to another place, and asked Sister Guo to do this for her, because Nuonuo was also guarding against Guan Lei, Luo Jiahong and others, and did not want them to know anything.

But now Nuonuo has something to do with her and she doesn't want to contact others, but Sister Guo called her and it was hard for her to refuse, so she thought for a long time before responding, "Okay, then you are here, call me."

"Okay, I'll tell you about household registration." Sister Guo nodded.

"Um."

After the words came to an end, the two ended the call.

...

It was past seven o'clock in the evening.

Zhang Dongcheng met the surviving soldier in the underground detention room in the Bianj lounge.

"Ask you a few things."

"You said, Mr. Zhang." The soldier nodded restrainedly.

"Do you change shifts in the underground detention room? How many days does it take?" Zhang Dongcheng asked bluntly.

"No shift changes." The soldier shook his head: "Because there are no people in the detention room now, we are always watching. The original rule was that two people would fall in one shift a day, but when we were familiar with each other, we would always live there, so we could chat or something if we had nothing to do."

"Then who has been to the detention room these days?" Zhang Dongcheng asked again.

The soldier recalled carefully: "Brother Hui has been there."

"He doesn't count." Zhang Dongcheng shook his head.

"There are really no ones going to the underground detention room." The soldier thought for a long time and said, "The one who delivered the food had to go every day, but we all followed him... And that day, didn't the doctor say that Gu Xiao's room was too dirty and asked a few people to come and clean it up? Recently, only a few of them have been in."

"Is there anything else, think about it?"

"Not that, a few good friends who are usually with me, lieutenant, and so on, went for a walk and chatted with each other."

"...Recalling carefully, write these people's names for me with paper." Zhang Dongcheng said in a concise manner: "Also, don't tell others, I've come to you."

"I understand, Mr. Zhang." The soldier nodded.

...

Along the Mekong River, Zhang Xianhui's car parked on the road. After waiting for about ten minutes, a man with a dragon-patterned tiger, wearing a big flower shirt and a drag board pulled the door and got into the car.

"Xiaohui, how are you doing recently?" The man took out the cigarette box and asked Zhang Xianhui fluently in Mandarin.

"Damn it, I won't look for you." Zhang Xianhui sighed and asked, "Have you found out what I asked you to inquire about?"

"Fuck, how can I not do your business?" The man handed Zhang Xianhui a cigarette and said, "There is news."

Zhang Xianhui's eyes lit up: "You said!"

"A few little boys came to Yangon and were also doing work on the water." The man smoked and said, "The border guard called me and said that they would only be transporting goods on the water in the next two days... they were driving cargo ships."

"These people now know, have you already known this news?" Zhang Xianhui asked immediately.

"They don't know." The man shook his head and replied: "These kids are new to us and don't understand the rules here at all... They shouldn't know you, so they will take on this job."

"Axi, keep an eye on him to death. You have to help me with this matter. I am fucking grateful to you for the rest of my life." Zhang Xianhui clasped his hands together and said, "Because of this matter, I have made the boss scold him four or five times... If people really can't stop me, I probably have to reflect on it for a while."

"Haha, it's okay." Asi smiled and said domineeringly: "I may be nothing away from the Mekong River. But as long as I'm on the water, I know a lot about who has a few rats on the boat."

"Niu b, Niu b!" Zhang Xianhui gave a thumbs up.

...

Two days later.
Chapter completed!