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The end of the first month in the tropical jungle is not too cold. People only need to wear jackets to resist the wind.Teng Cuo was wearing only a turtleneck in his tent and his hair was tied up.

There are guards and patrols outside, and shadows are reflected on the tent as they come and go, and Teng Cuo's eyes are half-closed in the alternating light and dark.With his slender and white fingers, he pinches and lifts the little taro's chin, applying medicine to the child.

Teng Cuo's hands were not gentle, and the gauze was touched on the bruise. The pain was so painful that the little taro grinned and was about to cry. He turned his head several times, but Teng Cuo clamped his face and turned back.

"Move again?" Teng Cuo's voice was threatening, "If you still want to hurt, just say it."

"No, I don't want to." Little Taro endured it and stopped moving.

He was beaten terribly by Yu Xing earlier, his eye circles were bloodshot, his fragile cheekbones were injured by the blow, and half of his face was swollen like a steamed bun.The soldiers below had no access to useful medicine, but Teng got it by mistake, or it would have worsened.

They have been staying by the waterfall for almost a week. During this period, Teng Cuo and Yu Xing are responsible for the board and lodging of the people and the safety of the camp, but Mr. Chen's food and daily life are provided by the old man himself.Lost pillar figures one after another, two sons died in his own hands, the most trustworthy Lan Die died in battle, and his deputy Pang Uncle had a change of heart since more than ten years ago, these changes combined, although he did not show it, But it still really hit Mr. Chen.

After all, the leader of the garden is not a young man who is always high-spirited. Mr. Chen seldom goes out of the tent now, and always brings bodyguards by his side. He meets Teng Cuohe Yuxing every afternoon and asks about the security of the camp.He no longer trusts anyone including Teng Cuo.Moreover, they are already contacting overseas buyers, and they will leave as soon as the [-] kilograms of goods are sold.

Teng Cuo packed his things and asked Little Taro, "Do you want to eat candy?"

Little Taro stood up and shook his head unexpectedly.Teng Cuo raised his eyebrows and peeled off one for himself without saying a word.

"Brother Teng," Little Taro looked down at him, and said slowly, "That day you took someone to the border to save Mr. Chen... right?"

The candy paper was flexibly folded at the fingertips, Teng Cuo didn't raise his eyes, and let out a "hmm".

This kid has been feeling awkward lately, and Teng Cuo has already seen it.And Little Taro is not the one who is sullen and doubtful, and he doesn't have that ability, so he whispered: "He killed my brother."

Teng Cuo folded a frog out of sugar paper, and said in a relaxed tone: "Yes, so?"

He held the paper frog in his palm to appreciate it, pressed it and jumped, and then stood up.

"So what if your brother is dead?" He nodded, staring firmly into Little Taro's eyes, with a smile on his lips, and said gloomily, "It's a big deal, because of one life, you want to engage in rebellion in the garden." Well? Now you rushed into Mr. Chen's tent with a gun in your hand and killed everyone, you see what will happen to you."

He put on the skin of a ghost, his face changed when he wiped it, and he understated human life, making Xiaoyu's eyes red on the spot.

Little Taro said, "But the Chinese police could have caught Mr. Chen."

"Caught it, and what next?" Teng Cuo stepped forward, his expression showing great interest, "You want Yu Xing to swallow the six hundred kilograms of heroin? If Mr. Chen doesn't come back, you follow Yu Xing, I'm afraid it's already over by now." Hang up."

"I..." Little Taro poked his neck and said, "I don't need him to save me."

"Wow," Teng Cuo threw the paper frog into his neck, and said, "You are amazing, Brother Taro."

Little taro was in tears, raised his hand to pick out the little frog from his collar, and said aggrieved and angrily: "Brother Teng, did you go to save Mr. Chen to fight Yu Xing and because of that pile of goods?" ?”

The shadows of trees and people danced on Teng Cuo's body, and his eyes were just lit by the sunlight.He looked at the little taro for a long time, then smiled and said, "Yes."

Little taro shed tears, and unbelievable disappointment gradually occupied his eyes.He couldn't even talk and nod, he stepped back indiscriminately, grabbed the paper frog, and ran out of the tent.

***

The remnant sunny day in the evening makes people feel lazy, although this is definitely not the time and place to be lazy.Teng mistakenly inserted the dagger into his boots, stood outside the tent and explained a few words to a few bodyguards who were about to go out to change shifts and patrols, and he wanted to go himself.

Teng Cuo was about to leave when there was a commotion in the open space, when he turned around and saw Yu Xing and several bodyguards escorting the two of them standing in the open space.Those two people were also the garden's bodyguards, whom Teng Cuo had met in Zhongliangzhai before.

The two people who were detained were covered in grass clippings, and their backpacks were bulging at their feet.Teng Cuo understood at a glance that they wanted to escape, but they were captured by Xiang.

Mr. Chen got the report and walked out of the tent.

The old man with a black cane was wearing a silver-gray suit, which was incompatible with the surrounding environment, but he was as elegant as usual and walked slowly.He's thinner again, with high browbones and deep-set eyes that make him look more Caucasian.

But Teng Cuo paid keen attention to Mr. Chen's eyes, and there was something different there from before.Some of the evil desires that had been perfectly hidden under the calm were released, and the gloom was mixed with poison, and even the silver spider attached to the top of the cane became more lifelike.

Mr. Chen stepped on scattered fallen leaves and looked at his deserters from a distance.The two people who were tied up originally thought that he had been beaten down one after another, but at this time the old man seemed to be more strategic, and his temperament was more oppressive than before.

Facing this reality, the two of them felt their legs go limp.

Yu Xing led the people to carefully check the backpack they wanted to take away. There was no heroin in it, just food and weapons.This shows that they just feel that the garden has no future and want to find another way out.

Mr. Chen had a deep insight into this. He smiled slightly, sighed, and said, "I'm getting old."

Those two people had already been gagged, and they shook their heads desperately upon hearing this.

"No?" Mr. Chen seemed to be communicating with them seriously, and asked with his head tilted: "Then why can't I keep people around me? I am obviously doing well, and I want to take everyone to a higher level." Going somewhere, only to have the lads act like I'm dying. It's just... chilling."

After he finished speaking, those two people naturally couldn't answer him.Yu Xing looked at Mr. Chen, pulled out his pistol with his good hand, went up and shot two people twice.

The gunshots startled the birds in the forest, and Yu Xing stomped his feet, stepping on the pool of blood beside the two dead men.He looked ferocious and shouted to the surrounding people: "If you want to escape, this is the end!"

This is killing chickens to scare monkeys, all the bodyguards around are not squinting, but the hearts of the observers are all in danger.Teng Cuo stood on the periphery and glanced at the little taro in the corner from a distance. The child's shoulders trembled a little, but he kept staring at Mr. Chen.

As the sun set, Mr. Chen stroked the spider and said, "Actually, if you want to leave, you can come and tell me, but running quietly like this is not acceptable to me." "It takes a week to walk down the mountain from here to Yiwei. I won't guide you, young people will inevitably get lost."

He didn't stay outside for too long, and turned back after he finished speaking.Teng Cuo stood leaning against the tree and licked his lips irritably.

***

The blood-stained reddish-brown land fell into darkness, the moist mist from the waterfall pressed down, and the beautiful orange and purple in the sky intersected each other.Teng Cuo walked along the mountain road alone, saying he was on patrol.

This place was already some distance away from the camp, and Teng got off the road that could be used by traffic by mistake, and entered the woods that could only be advanced on foot.He groped forward, and as the sky was about to end, he could go a little farther.In fact, he has no purpose, surveying the terrain is one thing, he just doesn't want to stay in the garden.

Birds fly past the light clouds, soaring in a glow.Teng Cuo stood with his back against the tree trunk for a while, playing with his gun in his hand.

The phone he used to communicate with Xiao Guo was placed there where the magazine originally belonged, and it has not been used for a long time.A week ago, Teng Cuo had confirmed the fact that Xiao Guo had left Yiwei, so the communication method between them was useless, and it was useless to call them. Besides, the battery would run out after a week passed.

He took out the phone and looked at it, and there was still the last half of the battery left.When this point is exhausted, he will truly cut off contact with Xiao Guo and the Chinese police.

It is very dangerous for an informant with an innocent background to show any signs of wrongdoing, not to mention that he rescued the leader of the garden at the moment Tan Yanxiao was about to close the net.The policemen would not believe his difficulties or plans at all, and might attribute him to Mr. Chen's camp. As for what Xiao Guo thought, Teng Cuo had no way of knowing.

So he stood here so lonely and firmly, deeply aware that in the following days, he had once again returned to the uncertain factor on the border between black and white.He went back to the year he was trained on the island, without bright guidance, and with no one to rely on, except his own heart.

Teng Cuo slightly bent his back, and his chin touched his chest, like the poor battery left on the dimly lit screen.He held the phone tenderly and anxiously, showing a dazed expression.

However, Agni is destined not to go on the road of being at a loss, and the phone vibrated suddenly, hurting Teng Cuo's palm.He stared at the number, the wind howling in the sky, and the dome seemed to go dark quickly, because the light on the screen hurt his eyes.

Teng picked it up by mistake and didn't dare to speak.

He knew who was on the other side, because the sound of breathing was so familiar.

"Xiao Zhuo," Xiao Guo's voice rang in his ears, "Look to the left."

Teng Cuo raised his head and said in surprise, "What?"

Xiao Guo's voice was still low and unhurried, but there was a smile in it."Here I am," he said.

Something in his chest almost jumped out, Teng Cuo stood up straight, his fingertips were still rubbing against the rough tree trunk, and turned around as Xiao Guo said.In the depths of the forest, the entrance of the cave can be vaguely seen. The last ray of light from the sky pierced through the water vapor cloud and fell on the ground there. In the light stood Xiao Guo, wearing a dark jacket and holding a phone in one hand.

He looked at Teng Cuo and held out his hand.

The scalding like fire burned all over his body, Teng Cuo held the phone and ran.His hair fell down, and the starlight splashed on it, igniting his eyes.

Xihui continued enthusiastically, paved the way, Teng Cuo stepped on it, and threw himself into Xiao Guo's arms.

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