God's chessboard

Wang Yao was not immersed in emotions for too long, he calmed down quickly, and pushed Al away without a doubt: "Why are you here? Didn't I tell you not to get involved in this matter?"

Al expected Wang Yao's stubbornness: "I've already joined, and it's too late to quit now, why don't we do what we can."

Wang Yao was very angry: "Don't you understand? What I am most afraid of is that you will die like Chunyan! Do you want to be blown away by Fankata? Like her back then!"

Al grabbed Wang Yao's shoulder and tried to calm him down: "Yao, I'm here, I won't be blown up, whether it's Thayer or Vankata, they can't hurt me, and they can't hurt you again."

Bolang Yilin, who was left on the sidelines, was at a loss. He interjected in English with a Thai accent: "Excuse me, what's going on..."

Wang Yao blocked him behind with a wave of his hand: "Don't interrupt the children when the adults are talking!"

"Hey! I'm an adult!" Brown Yilin protested, "Who is this person?"

"Get out of the way, boy." Al pushed Barangelin away.

Wang Yao calmed down a bit, but still had a straight face: "Al, how did you find me?"

"I have my way," Al said, "I found Wang Jialong after you left Hong Kong. He refused to tell me where you were, but I still found you."

"So how did you find me? Did you use the resources of the FBI?" Wang Yao stared into Al's eyes and asked.

"FBI?" Brown Yilin called. "You're an FBI?" He looked at Al in surprise.

Al looked at him, turned around and asked Wang Yao, "Who is this?"

"Barang Yilin, a Thai policeman," Wang Yao said, "the only good person I met along the way."

"Alfred F. Jones." Al held out his hand to Braun Yiling.

"Hello." Brown Yilin could not hide his curiosity and admiration in his eyes.

Wang Yao still wanted to ask Al, he vaguely realized that Al was hiding some secret from him.But at this time Ivan and Wang Jialong walked towards them, and neither of them seemed surprised by Al's appearance.

"It seems that we have an unexpected visitor." Ivan said with his usual, invisible smile.

Al glanced at Ivan contemptuously: "I'm not a 'guest', no matter what you guys are doing, I'm going to take over now."

"I'm afraid not, Agent Jones," Wang Jialong said, "I don't like outsiders interfering in my affairs, even if you are the FBI."

Wang Yao suddenly interrupted: "Sorry, but it's not your business, and of course it's not his." He pointed at Al, "This is my job, and it has nothing to do with you!"

"You probably forgot that you almost died in the hands of Fankata," Wang Jialong looked at Wang Yao expressionlessly, "I was the one who picked you up."

Al took a step forward: "I don't care if you saved him once or several times, but from now on, he and I have nothing to do with you, we will leave - after getting what we need."

"Gentlemen, stop arguing." Ivan smiled and raised his hands and pressed them down. "Why don't you come and listen to my opinion."

The three people in the dispute did not want to accept the opinions of others, but in the deadlocked state, it was impossible to solve the problem after arguing for several hours. Wang Yao first turned to Ivan, and Wang Jialong and Al also stopped arguing.

"This time I'm on Yao's side." Ivan smiled and said amazing words.

"What?" Wang Yao thought there was something wrong with his ears.

"Your idea is right, this is your business," Ivan continued, "Unfortunately, I can't get away with it, although I don't want to get involved at all."

"I'm really sorry to trouble you!" Wang Yao said without apology, "Now I have two votes."

"It's an honor to vote for you," Ivan said. "My suggestion is that Yao stay in Cambodia and Agent Jones go back to the United States."

"I don't need your advice! I want to stay, it's that simple!" Al insisted.

"Gentlemen," Bolang Yilin interjected again, looking around vigilantly as he spoke, "I don't think it's a good idea to chat here." There were many pedestrians and peddlers around them secretly peeping at their group.

Wang Jialong disagreed: "Don't worry, they only look at us more because we are foreigners, a group of foreigners."

Ivan took out two folded papers from his pocket, shook them out and handed them to Wang Yao: "CIA's top-secret file, read it yourself."

Wang Yao took a look and saw his name was written on one, but Ivan's was on the other: "What is this? Our resume?" He frowned and scanned the few lines on the paper I became more and more puzzled about the words, and raised my head and asked Ivan, "What are 'promoters' and 'disruptors'?"

Ivan suppressed his smile. Wang Yao was familiar with his expression, which meant that he was serious: "A Hong Kong woman named Horisa gave it to me. She claimed to be the CIA. If she didn't lie, then the CIA should have many similar files. , divided into four categories of 'promoter', 'interferer', 'blocker' and 'positron', all positrons are dead at present, and Wang Chunyan is one of them."

"What? Could it be that the CIA killed Chunyan?" Wang Yao called out.

"It might kill you, too," Ivan said. "According to the woman, when an interferer becomes an obstructer, he will be closely monitored and may be eliminated at any time." Ivan looked at Al sideways as he spoke. The reporter had no expression on his face, and just glanced at Wang Yao quickly.

"What criteria do they use to classify us? Why did Chunyan become a thorn in their side?" Wang Yao was still puzzled, he squeezed the paper even harder, and the outline of his fingers was printed on the thin paper.

"I don't know, Yao," Ivan folded his arms, "but I guess you'd better not go back to America, and don't be with this FBI anymore - I mean completely separated - otherwise it will only make us unknown The enemy will find you faster." He emphasized the words "completely separated".

For the first time in a long time, Wang Yao lost his mind. He looked at Ivan and then Al.Al didn't look at him, as if lost in thought.

"I..." Wang Yao hesitated to speak.

Al suddenly said: "Yao, continue to cooperate with me."

"But it's dangerous to us..." Wang Yao thought about what Ivan said just now.

"Stay with me," Al interrupted, "I have more useful clues, and you won't succeed alone."

"Don't lie to me, Al," Wang Yao sighed, "You told me a long time ago that you have found almost nothing in the past four years, just like me."

"I lied to you," Al seemed determined to say, "I hid something from you."

Wang Yao looked at Al in surprise, not sure if the other party said this to make him change his mind.

"That's it, I did lie to you, but if you are willing to continue working with me, I will tell you everything." Al's serious look did not look like a liar at all.

Wang Yao looked into Al's eyes, and finally believed it after a while. Disappointment drowned out the astonishment in his eyes, and then anger burned out disappointment.

"I won't cooperate with you anymore," Wang Yao said coldly, "I don't cooperate with people I can't trust!" After that, he turned around with some difficulty, and staggered towards the white French hotel.Bolang Yilin hurried to catch up with him, and stretched out his hand to help him, but Wang Yao shook off his arm and insisted on walking by himself.

"Yao!" Al caught up and walked beside him at the same speed as Wang Yao, "I hid it from you, but it's definitely not because I don't trust you!"

Wang Yao remained silent, and continued to walk forward with a funny posture.

"Okay, I admit that I don't trust you enough, but now I realize this mistake, I can't solve all the problems behind your back," Al said eagerly, "Just like you shouldn't leave behind my back! "

Wang Yao suddenly stopped: "Are you accusing me?"

Al was also a little angry, more anxious: "I didn't mean that..."

Before he finished speaking, Bolang Yilin finally couldn't bear it and yelled loudly: "Shut up both of you! Which issue is important? Do you have to fight over who is right and who is wrong? You can kill Fankata together, But you have to waste your time arguing here!"

The two stopped arguing, and turned to Brown Yilin together, staring at each other.Brown Yilin felt uneasy, but he still resisted the desire to retreat, and looked at the two of them without hesitation.

Wang Yaoxian sighed: "This kid is right, the most urgent thing is to figure out this conspiracy."

"I agree," Al agrees, "but the kid said one thing wrong: the purpose of our teaming up is not to kill Vankata, but the guy who classified you as a 'disruptor', I want to know Where did they put me in."

Ivan, who was still standing there, said meaningfully: "My former No. [-] killer will always cause me trouble, and now it's not bad to let him cause trouble for others."

"I don't understand why you want to save him. If you don't speak, I will never interfere in these matters." Wang Jialong folded his arms and looked at the three people a little far away.

Ivan thought for a while, then laughed at himself: "This is a habit."

At Wang Jialong's request, Al promised to stay in Siem Reap and not conduct any investigation until Wang Yao recovered.Wang Yao's body is gradually recovering, and his amazing willpower makes the recovery smoother, but no one can order the pain to break through the laws of nature to heal, so that Wang Yao and Al are gradually losing patience.Wang Yao didn't want to be confined in such a small place as the Royal Park anymore. He asked Wang Jialong to let him out: "Let me go a few kilometers away at least! Take a small step away from this cage!"

Wang Jialong disagreed at first, but under Wang Yao's repeated pleas and persecution, he could only let go: "You can go out, but you can't leave Siem Reap. This is not my territory. I can't guarantee your safety [-]%."

"I know, but you have no obligation to protect me." Wang Yao said.

Wang Jialong wanted to send someone to follow Wang Yao, but Wang Yao firmly refused. He thought it would be better to be under house arrest. He also declined Bo Lang Yilin's proposal to follow him. In the end, he only went out with Al.

Cambodian taxis only have three-wheeled "tuk-tuks". Every driver can speak fluent English with an accent and likes to accept US dollars instead of Cambodian currency.Al and Wang Yao sat in such a tuk-tuk, bouncing around on the bumpy road.Close to the downtown area, the chaotic wires in the air are densely packed, and the simple houses on the narrow roadside keep retreating. Occasionally, there is a luxurious big house sandwiched in it, which is incompatible with the buildings on both sides. No matter rich or poor, There is a small altar in front of every house, offering water, flowers and candles.

Wang Yao was fascinated by the scenery, with natural curiosity in his eyes.Al was not so relaxed. Wang Yao asked him to go out together, but he didn't say a word until now, as if he was purely here for fun.

"Hey, Yao," Al couldn't help but said, "don't you want to tell me something?"

Wang Yao turned to look at him: "Al, I haven't gone out for many days, I need to relax."

"You didn't really come out to play, did you?" Al frowned and carefully observed Wang Yao's expression, as if he wanted to dig out some secrets behind this flawless face.

"Look, we've arrived at the old market!" Wang Yao shouted happily, "Driver, stop in front of that cafe!"

"Stop joking!" Al helplessly covered his forehead.

It's a slightly humble cafe, but it's pretty good in Cambodia.The cafe is located diagonally across from the old market, separated by a crossroad.The large window panels facing the street of the cafe are all opened upwards, and it is as cool as sitting inside or outside. The old wicker chairs have been polished smooth and comfortable by the buttocks of countless customers, and the tabletops are fairly clean. Small vases and several bottles and jars for seasoning.Wang Yao and Al sat down at a table that could seat six people and ordered two non-alcoholic drinks.

Wang Yao drank the contents of the glass in one breath, and then said comfortably: "It's not easy to get rid of Wang Jialong's eyes and ears."

"I didn't find anyone following or monitoring us." Al didn't think Wang Jialong had eyes and ears.

"I didn't realize it either. Now we are safe." Wang Yao said, "But it's always good to be careful."

"I think it's more dangerous." Al looked around anxiously and saw a group of American tourists dragging across the road outside the window. The women among them were all wearing tube-shaped floral skirts or bloomers bought locally, like walking flower pot.

Wang Yao caught a glimpse of Al's cup by chance: "Is this what you ordered?"

Al looked at the glass and frowned: "Hey! This is not what I want!" He raised his hand to signal the waiter and asked for another drink.

Suddenly there was a muffled sound, and the guest sitting on the other table fell to the ground convulsively, scratching at his chest indiscriminately.The guests next to him screamed and jumped up in fright, hiding away one after another to watch the excitement.The man's face was livid, and he remained motionless after a while, leaving behind a hideous face of the dead.

Wang Yao and Al also stood up. Al saw the overturned cup on the table of the guest who fell to the ground. The drink that flowed out of it was exactly what he ordered just now. He and Wang Yao looked at each other for half a second, and they rushed to the bar at the same time. past.Amid the screams of the staff, Al pushed a male waiter down on the bar, and Wang Yao grabbed the female cashier who was trying to escape.

"Who made this drink?" Al asked.

"It's not me! It's not me!" The male waiter yelled in fright.

"Where's the barista?" Wang Yao asked sharply.

"You...you're hurting me!" the cashier girl cried delicately.

"Where is he?!" Wang Yao grasped the girl's slender arm even harder.

"Wow!" The girl really burst into tears this time, "I don't know! I don't know!"

Not caring much, Wang Yao and Al left two useless waiters, rushed out of the cafe, and ran to the street amidst the buzzing discussions and the surprised eyes of the onlookers.

"Do you remember what that barista looks like?" Wang Yao asked Al.

"Five feet three inches, a local man around the age of 25." Al didn't observe carefully just now, and could only name some features based on his only impression.

"There are at least a few hundred people like this in the old market." Wang Yao looked around anxiously.

"It's impossible to find," Al said.

"We have to leave quickly, follow me." Wang Yao said as he crossed the intersection diagonally and walked quickly to the entrance of the old market.

Al followed closely behind, and the two dived into the market.

The old market is a huge canopy with countless stalls and criss-crossing passages inside, like a maze.You can find all kinds of cheap food and daily necessities here, meat, fruit, vegetables, grains, delicatessen, as well as groceries and religious items.All kinds of unpleasant smells merge together to form a disgusting smell, which fills every corner of the tent, which is the unique smell of the old market.

Wang Yao and Al were walking through the old market, and Al suddenly stopped in front of a stall selling clothes, picked up a crumpled shirt from the stall, and asked the stall owner, "Where did this come from?"

The stall owner glanced at him lazily: "I bought it in the morning."

Al held the clothes up to the stall owner's nose: "Did you get coffee stains on the clothes when you put them in this morning?"

"This... this is what I just sprinkled!" The stall owner felt guilty, but his mouth was arrogant.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Al grabbed the stall owner like a chicken, "Some of the coffee stains are obviously old, and every waiter in the cafe I was sitting in just now wore clothes like this!" The Lord lifted it up to his nose and said word by word, "Hand him over!"

The stall owner was silent like a cicada, but he just didn't say anything.

As soon as the words fell, a figure rushed out from behind the booth and ran out desperately.

"Stop!" Wang Yao shouted, running after him.

Al dropped the stunned stall owner and chased after him.

The three chasers overturned many stalls, and the escaped poisoner kept overturning the stalls to block the two pursuers. Wang Yao and Al could not shorten the distance with him.

Soon, the three of them ran out of the old market and ran across the street. The fleeing people ignored the dangerous vehicles and crossed the street, causing many vehicles to brake suddenly.Al and Wang Yao had no choice but to take the risk of crossing, and almost hit the front of the car several times.The two pursued closely, preventing the target from escaping from their pursuit.

Suddenly, a speeding motorcycle came head-on and hit the fleeing man head-on. Hearing a scream, the man could no longer run away and fell to the ground, unable to move.Wang Yao and Al hurried over to turn him over, only to find a dagger stuck in his chest, right in the heart.

"Damn it!" Wang Yao turned to look for the motorcycle, but it was already gone.

"Dead." Al tried the breath of the person who fell on the ground.

"Hurry up, don't cause trouble." Wang Yaolaal left.

After walking a long distance, the two of them made sure that they were not being followed, and only then did they talk about the accident that happened just now.

"Someone wants to kill you, do you know why?" Wang Yao asked Al worriedly.

"I don't know," Al couldn't figure out why, "but Wang Jialong warned me that I was in danger."

"You should have gone back to the United States a long time ago, and you won't encounter these things!" Wang Yao complained.

Al was thinking about another question: "That motorcycle killer is very powerful. He could have killed me just now, but why did he kill that barista?"

"What do you think?" Wang Yao asked.

"I think because he can't kill both of us at the same time, the remaining one can still catch the barista, and this is a higher priority than killing me." Al analyzed.

"You mean, not revealing the identity of the person behind the scenes is more important than killing you?" Wang Yao continued his words.

"I'm afraid that's the case." Al nodded.

"Then what do we do now?" Wang Yao asked.

"You can go back to Wang Jialong, at least it's safer for you." Al said.

"You are the one who is in danger, Al, what's the point of keeping me safe?" Wang Yao said, "Of course I will be with you at this time to ensure your safety!"

"I guess that's what you're going to say," Al laughed. "Now I should tell you what you want to know—that's probably why you asked me out today."

"Then don't keep it up." Wang Yao said.

"I concealed you before, and now I want to tell you." Al said solemnly, "but the most urgent thing right now is to go to a safe place."

"Is there a safe place in Siem Reap?" Wang Yao asked.

"There's one more," Al said, "the Tonle Sap."

tbc

☆、Chapter 16