Chapter 133

The bamboo raft landed and the green wood jumped onto the beach. The water behind him was still flowing, and the surrounding green mountains did not change color. Everything was no different from the other side, but he had stood on the land of Myanmar and Vietnam.

When passing the outpost, the Burmese soldiers in the wooden house put their heads out and asked in Burmese.

Aoki understood.

He didn't know how much was hidden in his strange mind. Before that, he had proved that he could speak at least Chinese, English, Japanese and several local dialects, and now there is another Burmese.

If I learned it when I was a child, so I have a good foundation, I can speak English well, and Japanese has been exaggerated, what the hell is this Burmese now?

If he is born a language genius, he can understand all the languages as soon as he understands them. Although it is strange, he can't understand the dialect of ruihekou. How can he say that?

Aoki laughed at himself and then muttered to the sentry in Burmese. The sentry waved to him, then clicked and closed the window of the cabin.

The nearest path from Nangou River to mazuba is more than 100 li. If you walk, you have to walk for a whole day as soon as possible. Muka was picked up. Aoki saw him leave the post from a distance and soon got on the jeep.

To catch up with muka, Aoki must find a car at least before Yu Meimei is hurt.

He went on about a mile or so. There was a village there. At the entrance of the first house at the entrance of the village is a brand-new motorcycle. A small, dark man was drying herbs in the open space in front of his house.

Aoki went over and pointed to the motorcycle and said in Burmese, "Hey, lend me this car."

The owner looked at him inexplicably and asked, "who are you?"

"Give me the car key! My name is Aoki." Aoki said.

I don't know why, the owner didn't resist at all and obediently handed over the car key.

Aoki got on the motorcycle, started the car and asked, "how much is this car?"

"500000 Kyats, a good car for my son's marriage." the man smiled foolishly.

"Oh, is your son getting married?"

"Yes, next month."

"I see. I'll pay you back before I get married." as soon as Aoki loosened the clutch, the motorcycle blasted out of the village and went in the direction of masuba.

The motorcycle drives fast and is more convenient than the car on the rugged and narrow mountain road.

Aoki almost didn't loosen the accelerator all the way. He narrowly avoided the trucks on the road several times, causing those angry drivers to curse one after another. However, when they put their heads out of the window and put up their middle fingers, the motorcycle had already passed the next corner and lost its trace.

However, he still failed to catch up with muka's Jeep before entering masuba. The next problem is how to find muka.

The name of masuba sounds like a small dam like yuziba, but relying on the opium business, it is already the largest city in northern Myanmar. Even in the whole golden triangle, it is also a famous tobacco and hemp production base.

Aoki was riding a motorcycle around the streets and alleys, thinking about where muka would take Yu Meimei?

Muka said he would inject new drugs into the beauty, so he would go to his laboratory. Aoki asked several passers-by. In order to seize the time, they were hypnotized directly, but they had nothing to do with muka and the laboratory. Instead, they all knew that wusuoton had a large house, like a castle, guarded by many heavily armed soldiers.

Since we can't find muka, we just go straight to wusotun's nest. Muka can always be found through wusotun.

When he was planning this, suddenly a madman in rags rushed over and danced and shouted in front of him.

Aoki looked carefully. Isn't this the crazy beggar locked next to him in the cave? The one who rescued beauty Yu from the mangdian hotel. I wonder how he got to Ma Su Ba after he escaped from the cage?

"Did you see the beauty?" Aoki asked.

The madman was stunned and nodded immediately: "beauty, beauty."

Aoki hurriedly asked him where he was. The madman pointed to the West and shouted "beauty" in his mouth.

Aoki motioned him to get on the bus. He took the madman on a motorcycle and showed him the way all the way to a dark old street in Baxi.

On the old street, many women in exposed clothes stood at the door, some were smoking and some were eating melon seeds. When a man walked by on the street, he gave a wink. Whenever a man shows a little meaning, the woman will lean on him and drag him to the back cabin.

Aoki parked his motorcycle at the street corner and walked in with the madman.

The women naturally winked, but they looked like smelly beggars. Although the young people behind them looked handsome and cool, their ragged clothes were destined not to bring them business, so their eyes showed contempt and impatience, as if they had wasted her expression.

Several women also shouted, "Hey, do beggars have money? If you have money, come in and play for a while!"

The madman walked forward with his head down and didn't even dare to look at it.

The women laughed.

"It's cheap for you. If you do a good job in five thousand Kyats, you'll be happy!"

"Is it a place? If it is, I'll give it a thousand!"

"Oh, you're crazy. You can't ask for a place. It's so dirty. It's like a radish pulled out of the mud. Who can plug it in!"

The madman's head is lower.

The women laughed more and more.

But their smiles soon stiffened on their faces, because they saw the young man in a Drawboard take out a large pile of money and throw it out.

The red banknotes were blown into the air by the wind, like autumn leaves.

I don't know who was the first to shout "grab!" more than a dozen women ran to the center of the street and grabbed the money.

At the beginning, everyone picked up each other's clothes. Later, they competed with each other. From pushing and shoving to fighting, thin clothes were torn to pieces, and long nails made faces with heavy makeup into faces.

"Hey! Look, what are we picking up?" someone shouted in panic.

The scarred and disheveled women calmed down and looked carefully. Their pockets and handbags were full of leaves. Where was a bill?

They looked at the end of the street in shock. The two beggars had already disappeared.

A gust of wind, and many leaves, flying in the air.

……

The madman took the green wood into a deep and musty alley. On both sides of the alley were yards surrounded by low walls, and most of the doors of the yards were closed.

A thin man with tattoos was smoking against the wall in the alley. When he saw the madman, he scolded: "Why are you a beggar again! Didn't you just tell you to get away? No one here will give you money. If you come again, you'll break your leg!"

As soon as he had finished, a slender and powerful hand reached out, grabbed his neck and slammed him against the wall.

"Where are muka and the little girl?" Aoki asked.

The man blushed and bluffed, "do you know where this is? If you don't let go, you'll die ugly later!"

"I just ask you, where are muka and the little girl?" Aoki's fingers tightened. He didn't use mental power. He didn't need to use mental power to deal with such smokers who smoke every day at a glance.

The thin man was choked out of breath and had no strength to resist. He pointed to a door in the middle of the alley and said, "in... Talk... Talk about business."