"The season of revival of all things, ah..."
"Oh my god..." Sun Jie looked at Wang Liang who seemed to be having a seizure: "This place has four seasons? It's summer all year round."
"What do you know?" Wang Liang stretched and said, "My wife told me yesterday that the peach trees in Shangjing are in bloom."
"Spring in the north has indeed come a little late this year. In a blink of an eye..."
"Four or five months." Liu Shuyuan looked towards the south. "They have been there for about half a month."
"Well, there are reports almost every day." Sun Jie looked at his watch and said, "They usually report the situation at night."
"I think they are the more interesting ones. We are getting bored staying here every day," Wang Liang complained.
"When Bai Song and I came to Mengcheng last year, we said we wanted to see more of the surrounding area and learn more about it. Who knew we would stay here for so long?" Sun Jie sighed when he heard Wang Liang's complaints.
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Time flies. Half a year has passed since we discussed going to place X.
This arrest was much more troublesome than the last one. The relevant departments went to negotiate several times but to no avail.
Yes, we encountered resistance. Everyone knew there was a problem, but no one could do anything about it. We could only prepare, prepare, and prepare again.
During this period, many people were a little anxious, but Bai Song and Wang Huadong were not. They had been receiving some professional training, which had lasted for a full four months.
Bai Song proposed the concept of "professional police" a long time ago, but he himself knew that this was difficult to implement.
Police are different from soldiers. Soldiers need to be young, physically fit, and able to obey orders, while police often need very rich experience, which means that good police officers are generally older.
At the age of 18, you can be a good firefighter, but not a good criminal police officer.
It is very unrealistic to ask older police officers to ignore their families and other things and take up police work as a full-time job. This idea and conception gradually faded after Bai Song worked for a few years.
But in the past few months, Bai Song really experienced a period of being a "professional policeman", that is, studying, training, studying again, and training again without distraction, with only one goal, to go to X place as a task force to handle cases.
There is not much official support over there, so all we can do is to infiltrate and understand, find some internationally recognized evidence of crimes, and finally put pressure on the local authorities.
There are more than a thousand kinds of laws in the world. In some places, gambling is legal, in some places, gambling is legal, and in some places, some special services are allowed. According to international law, countries have the power to make laws, but this power also has limits.
Crimes such as terrorism, arms smuggling, money laundering, and crimes against humanity are internationally recognized serious crimes and are also within the jurisdiction of the ICPO.
Bai Song and others went there to obtain some evidence and gain access to some local connections in Mimei, so as to avoid missing anything.
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X place.
There are a total of six people who came this time. Two of them are anti-corruption police who have been here all the time, and the other two are local public security officers in southern Xinjiang. They have all undergone rigorous training and are working in groups of two.
It is not easy to hide when there are too many people, and it is too dangerous to be alone. It is best if there are two people who can rely on each other. Not only that, the tacit understanding between the two people in each of these three groups is very good.
Bai Song and Wang Huadong have been here for half a month, and they haven't showered for a month. They both smell bad. Bai Song is having a hard time. He has always been hunched over, his eyes are dull, and his clothes are a bit shabby, but they look like they are at least several years old.
Wang Huadong is even worse than Bai Song. There are several ulcers on his skin. His skin is in very bad condition and his hair can be made into a bird's nest.
The two of them were together, neither of them disliked the other, and they walked arm in arm into a tavern frequented by the local poor.
"Who are you looking for?" the doorman at the entrance of the small restaurant asked.
"Temingsha," Bai Song pointed inside. (Eating)
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In X, Mandarin or some dialects can be used, but there are still many locals who use the local language. This restaurant is relatively shabby, and there are usually few people like Bai Song who go there to eat, so the doorman asked this question. Although Bai Song and his friend are so poor, most Chinese people will not come to such a place.
There is no menu here. They mainly sell beer and some local wines with alcohol content ranging from 10 to 60 or 70 degrees. They are of all colors, and some are even bitter. The food is just to fill your stomach, and most of it is fried. As for what it is fried in, no one knows. It looks like unrefined petroleum.
Bai Song's language proficiency was not good enough, but he was still very familiar with the language and ordered two bottles of local wine, asked for a plate of fried food, looked around, found the nearest table and sat down.
It was dark in there, and several people were staring at Bai Song. The person at the counter was shouting something, but Bai Song didn't understand. He roughly understood what he was saying by watching the gestures, and then he paid the bill.
Standing up with difficulty, Bai Song searched his pockets, including both of his trouser pockets. They were greasy, but there was not a dime in them. Then he walked to Wang Huadong, leaned close to him, and fumbled his pockets, but there was still no money. Then he felt his shirt pocket again, and took out 5 yuan and several small-denomination bills, each of which was not very clean, and stuffed them all into the clerk.
The clerk at the counter - if it could be called a counter, took Bai Song's money, counted it, took out half of the fried food in the pan, and then continued to fry the rest.
Bai Song ignored all this, opened both bottles of wine, handed one to Wang Huadong, then leaned against the greasy black wall next to him and drank the wine in gulps.
The others stopped looking at Bai Song and the other two, because they all knew that they probably couldn't get a penny out of these two people...
Generally speaking, Chinese people here will not be as destitute as Bai Song and the other two. If it really comes to this, they should just go back. Going back to jail or begging is better than being here. Those who dare not go back when they are living like this are probably wanted.
This is not uncommon, and no one in the room was interested.
But not everyone was uninterested. A man at a table next to Bai Song stood up slowly with a bowl in his hand, walked over, looked at Bai Song holding the bottle, and said, "Hou Ma Ta De Lei" (Put it there). Bai Song shook his head. He understood what was said, so he waved his hand and signaled the man to go away.
The man was a little swaying, but he still waved to the people at the next table and said a lot of gibberish. Bai Song didn't quite understand what he said, but he simply asked them to take their wine and split it equally.
But this person obviously did not have such a strong appeal. No one paid attention to him. He was a little annoyed, but he did not want to go back.
Bai Song looked at the man's eyes, then at the thing hanging on his back, and knew that he had run away. This thing here is cheaper, but this guy actually had no money to buy alcohol, which is really miserable.
Seeing that a fight was about to break out, Bai Song ignored him and let the man punch him. Bai Song fell down due to the punch and knocked over the broken table next to him.
The clerk who was selling fried food was not happy with this, so he kicked the man who was hitting him and then kicked him out.
Bai Song acted as if nothing had happened. He got up and continued drinking. From beginning to end, Wang Huadong didn't even look at Bai Song. He just kept fiddling with his festering wound.
Bai Song looked around. There were more than a dozen people here, mostly locals, but there was a person lying in the corner who looked like a northerner. The skin on this person's face had turned purple, his eye sockets were sunken, his entire body was black, and his blood vessels and muscles were sunken. From this look, if the nurse wanted to draw blood, she would have to try from the vein at the root of his thigh.
The two of them drank and listened to the idle chatter of the people in the room, but they basically couldn't understand a word. The dialect here was very heavy and the speech was very fast, which was not enough for their level.
At this time, the man lying on the ground received a cell phone ring and started speaking in dialect. It sounded like the dialect of Fujian and Zhejiang, but Bai Song could understand it.
Simply put, he said he didn't dare to be a donkey, but he finally agreed.
Bai Song knew that this was not the target he wanted, so he didn't stare at this person at all. Even when he left, Bai Song didn't even look at him again.
I came here today because I have some information. Someone wants to meet here, but it is definitely not the person who just lay on the ground.
The room smelled bad, and there were many mosquitoes and flies. Many of the mosquitoes here carried malaria, but Bai Song and Wang Huadong had both received malaria DNA vaccines before coming here, so they had no qualms about being bitten by mosquitoes.
At this time, the waiter brought up the fried food. Bai Song picked up one, which was very hot, and put it down again. Then he leaned against the wall and drank slowly.
This should be worse than horse urine. Bai Song doesn't know how this wine was blended. There may be a whole periodic table of elements in it. The taste...
I'm used to it.
Bai Song took a big gulp, and seemed to be enjoying the stimulation of the alcohol. He looked outside, then looked at Wang Huadong, found the most comfortable position, and just stood there to take a rest.
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