Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 857 SMS Notification
"What! The police...the police were killed?"

"That can't be, right?"

Zhang Yang's face turned deathly pale in an instant, devoid of any color. His breathing became rapid, his chest heaving noticeably, and he staggered over.

As Zhang Yang drew closer, the collar of her shirt opened slightly due to her heavy breathing and walking, revealing her collarbone, which remained flawless even in the darkness.

The man from Pu'er stared at Zhang Yang as he approached, his Adam's apple bobbing heavily twice.

Standing to the side, Li Xia noticed the situation was not right and deliberately coughed twice.

"Tsk tsk, what a pity." The Pu'er man, who had been in northern Myanmar for a long time, did not feel anything was wrong. He continued to stare at the panicked Zhang Yang and shook his head regretfully, "Your wife is so beautiful, with delicate skin. If you don't keep a close eye on her, she will probably be devoured until there are no bones left after she goes inside."

As he spoke, the man from Pu'er shook his head and sighed, "Young man, for the sake of being from the same hometown, I'll tell you the truth: in less than half a month, whether you like it or not, your wife will suffer. You can't hold on to her. Take my advice: before she even enters the house, go back to where you came from."

Li Xia narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them.

He knew perfectly well what kind of beasts lived in the park and how they treated beautiful women.

On his way here, he had considered this question, and the answer was that there was no solution.

In a lawless zone where the highest levels hold absolute control and violent armed forces exist, there will be no true order, no security, no law, and no humanity.

Beautiful women are a nightmare in places like this.

Li Xia recalled that a few years ago, he still made a living by smuggling goods across the border, and in his spare time, he would listen to the stories of those old smugglers who had retired from the trade, about their early days of illegal border crossings.

Back then, China was not developed, and its economic situation was not as good as it is now. People often went hungry, so many young people spent money to smuggle themselves to developed countries to work and earn money.

The most common way to travel is by boat. A bunch of people are crammed into a small boat, and it's normal to sit there for ten days, half a month, or even several months in the dark cabin.

During this period, the ship, controlled by the smugglers, essentially operated as an independent illegal zone. People would think they had paid for a ticket, and while they might not necessarily receive services, they were guaranteed at least basic safety and food.

Shit!

In fact, all sorts of bad things, both imaginable and unimaginable, can be found here.

It's considered good if pretty women are sensible enough to offer themselves up, as they can at least exchange some fresh food and minor privileges with the smugglers during the smuggling process that others don't have.

If a female college student resisted fiercely, she would be stripped naked and locked on the deck for the crew to play with in turn. Finally, she would be thrown into the sea like a rag before going ashore, and the waves she stirred up would be smaller than her cries.

In essence, a smuggling boat adrift on the ocean and a telecommunications fraud park enclosed by high walls in the forest are both primitive societies where survival of the fittest prevail, and human life is the cheapest thing.

"Li Xia, five days. Just give me five days, and I can gather enough evidence. Then we can escape with your brother! I've been to northern Myanmar before; there won't be any danger during the initial period!"

Li Xia recalled that at the last moment before crossing the border, Zhang Yang opened his big, clear eyes and tried his best to persuade him, a smuggler who was nothing and had no standing in China.

Just to take her to northern Myanmar.

She succeeded.

Li Xia sometimes wondered what kind of perseverance and faith could drive a girl who grew up in a wealthy coastal city to come to this godforsaken place with the thought of serving her country and its people. She wasn't just acting on a whim; this was her second time venturing into the mountains, and she carried an unwavering belief in victory and a well-thought-out plan.

Zhang Yang's plan was to use a hidden camera he carried to film the daily life and work in the park from every angle, and then upload the footage to domestic social media to create public pressure.

It's been so many years, why do reporters still like to do undercover investigations?
Why don't they upgrade and replace it to keep up with the times?
"Brother, what did you say happened to the domestic police? Were they killed by you?" Zhang Yang leaned closer, completely disregarding the fact that the person standing opposite her was an armed man from an online gambling company, and asked a question that was completely inconsistent with her current identity.

Such an IQ-lowering performance made Li Xia, who was standing to the side, break out in a cold sweat.

The man from Pu'er seemed to realize what was going on and looked at the so-called smuggler's wife with a puzzled expression.

"Yangyang, what are you afraid of? We're in Myanmar now. No matter how capable the police in China are, they can't come here and arrest us." Li Xia had never seen Zhang Yang so out of control before. Fearing that it would arouse the Pu'er man's suspicion, he interrupted Zhang Yang's question and continued to explain.

“Brother, my wife was scared by the police back in China, so she might have misunderstood your mention of the police back home and thought the police came here to arrest us.”

After listening to Li Xia's fairly reasonable explanation, the man from Pu'er relaxed his furrowed brows and said cheerfully, "It's okay, I understand. One of my buddies also came from China, and he's similar to your wife."

As the group was chatting, a car from the park arrived to pick them up. It was a black minivan, roughly the design of a Toyota Alphard. The exterior was difficult to discern in the darkness, but the headlights were incredibly bright.

"Yawn." The man from Pu'er yawned and pointed to the minivan.

Seeing that the other party did not mention the body search again, Li Xia quickly nodded and bowed, pulling Zhang Yang, who still wanted to ask more questions, towards the car. When they were a little further apart, he leaned close to Zhang Yang's ear and told him to hide the pinhole camera on his body.

They're searching people on the outside; inside the park, you might have to strip naked for a check.

"Xiao Zhao, get in the car quickly." Li Xia shouted to the back and then got into the car.

Looking at the van, Xiao Zhao thought that this was probably what the old saying meant by "getting on a pirate ship."

Ding-dong, the phone in my belt beeped to indicate that a text message had been received.

Xiao Zhao doesn't check text messages immediately after receiving them; he usually just takes them out to glance at them during a spare moment. But he doesn't recall ever receiving a text message in the middle of the night.

Out of curiosity, Xiao Zhao took out his phone and saw that there were two text messages, not just one.

I thought it would be a welcome text message sent by local governments in China to tourists visiting from other places, but it turned out to be different.

The first message was a text message from the domestic mobile operator that Xiao Zhao's phone was connected to, and the other was a text message sent by the Chinese Embassy in Myanmar in an official capacity.

The content is similar to the overwhelming anti-fraud campaigns in China, but it includes an additional reminder not found in China. The central idea is still fraud prevention, with the extra point being: prohibit participation in fraud and other illegal and criminal activities.

The blatant warning was clearly and explicitly sent to the recipient's mobile phone. It must have been a mass text message sent from a base station of a domestic operator located in Myanmar after receiving signals from domestic mobile phone numbers.

It seems the higher-ups know what kind of people come to Myanmar, and the text message content was very targeted.

The embassy's text message ended with a distress call number.

Xiao Zhao glanced at it and remembered it.