Chapter 369

Sodachi's black face turned purple and shook his head to show that there was no such thing, but he was a real man. Even I could see that he was lying.

"Damn it," whispered the drunkard.

I'm also angry. If this news is broadcast, it will certainly attract the attention of kunba's subordinates. We can't block our trace in Gansu. We will think of our detour to Qinghai. Along this line, they will certainly find Hoh Xil. We are not afraid. We are worried that these people will attack ordinary people such as sodachi.

Thinking of this, I called a relative of sodachi at the gate of the hotel (he often haunted in areas without signal), and asked this person to tell sodachi to hide with his brothers of Zaxi family for a few days, and then went back to the hotel after dinner.

In the next two days, we drove around several jade mines near Golmud, contacted some people working in the jade mine with the telephone number given by the three brothers Zaxi, and visited them one by one.

Some of these people are very cooperative, some are busy making money and have no time to talk to us, while others can ask whatever they want, depending on the attitude of money. No matter what kind, we have gained more or less, and finally summarized to form a relatively complete context.

Among these miners, there is indeed a legend that there is an incomparably excellent jade vein in the depths of Kunlun mountain. The content of mineral jade there is very high, and no matter the head water, light transmission and oil are the best. It is very expensive to take any one out. There are also professional or semi professional miners. Other private exploration teams who want to make a fortune go to Kunlun mountain to look for it, But they either failed or didn't even come back.

Since no one can find it, it is impossible to know the specific location, but most people who go to the mountain to look for minerals take two routes: one is to start from Nachitai, 94 kilometers southwest of Golmud, next to the Qinghai Tibet highway, go northwest, and enter the hinterland of the Kunlun Mountains along the narrow valley between shasongwula mountain and bocalectager mountain; The other way is from the source of Zaohuo River and tolahai River to the south, but to cross shasongwula mountain, the route behind is basically the same.

After studying the map, we decided to follow the Qinghai Tibet highway into the Kunlun mountain pass and take the Nachitai road. The advantage of walking this way is that you don't have to climb over the snow peaks with an altitude of more than 5000 meters, but you have to go through some swamp zones formed by snowy ponding at the bottom of the canyon, because Nachitai means "platform in swamp" in Tibetan. In this season of each year, the melting of glaciers and snow on the peaks on both sides will form a large number of plateau swamp terrain. These places are not as dense as tropical swamp vegetation, But it's also troublesome, but it's better than climbing those snow mountains with changeable climate.

The route has been determined. We have divided into several routes to replenish the equipment and replenish all the fuel and food thrown away in Hoh Xil until our off-road vehicles can't fit. There are many such stores in Golmud, selling some vacuum packaged high-quality beef and mutton. These things can provide enough protein and heat and are very good field food.

After everything was ready, we decided to do a very risky thing, that is to take the initiative to expose ourselves and lead those who followed us under kunba, so as to ensure the safety of sodachi and others.

"Shit, since you want to play, monkey will play with them." after gathering my companions, I said.

"Yes, I think I was a famous man on the capital road when I was drunk. Now I'm driven out like a rabbit." the drunkard took out the blue army spike, turned his wrist, played a knife flower, and took it back bitterly.

"Dead monkey, what are you going to do? Now is not the time for you to be a hero and lose your temper," said brother donkey cautiously.

"Don't worry, just wait for me somewhere and see me solve them without bloodshed," I said with confidence. At the same time, I also drew up a plan in my heart to frustrate the spirit of kunba people.

There are many enemies and I'm few. Of course, I'm not stupid enough to go to the street and shout, "Hey, I'm sun pragmatic. Which silly fork of you is kunba's subordinate, come and catch me?"

We just did one thing that almost most netizens have to do every day in the Internet age - send meagre messages.

A photo at the front desk of the hotel with the geographic information of "I'm here". That night, we saw a man sneaking up at the door of the hotel, and we had already checked out of the room. Brother donkey drove with peaches and waited for us in a hidden place outside the city. I sat in the coffee shop on the first floor opposite the hotel with drunkard and Ivan, Look at that. He's holding our picture at the front desk.

"It's really fast, grandma's," said the drunkard, taking a sip of coffee, frowning and swallowing, "how do dead foreign devils like to drink such hard things?"

"Hey, please pay attention. I'm what you call a dead foreign devil," Ivan said, drinking coffee.

When the three talked, the man with the photo had finished questioning the front desk, put away the photo and left the hotel. I checked out immediately and followed up with two companions.

The three of us were divided into two groups, all wearing hats and sunglasses. The drunkard and I followed recently. Ivan pretended to be a tourist and followed behind with a SLR on his back. He had high legs and would not be left behind.

After getting close, I heard the person in front Calling: "yes, yes, boss, it's them. It must be right. I gave the money. The talent told the truth. I said that if I cheated me to go back and break his leg and light up the knife, the person must not have lied. OK, thank you, boss."

After hanging up the phone, the man looked very proud. I saw him dancing a few times from the back. I winked at the drunkard, walked forward quickly, left and right, and sandwiched him in the middle.

"Who are you?" he was stunned at first and then touched his waist.

"Don't move," I said, putting my hand in my coat pocket, holding the pistol at his waist. The drunkard quickly took away his knife and cell phone on the other side.

"Who are you scaring? Do you know who my big brother is? How dare you rob me?" the guy said coarsely.

I sneered, took off my sunglasses and said to him, "do you know who I am?"

The man recognized me instantly and wanted to run as soon as his face changed. I turned to let him see the hammer of the pistol and signaled that he could fire at any time. Only then did he be honest. After all, no matter how fast his leg was, he couldn't run the bullet.

Of course, this ordinary ruffian can't stand being frightened. He asks and says everything in detail. He and the people he called just now are both doing drug distribution work in the local area. This time, they also received the order to go online and participate in the search for our trace.

Repeatedly asked several times, including the current address

After the information about where to stay, we knocked him out in a corner, put him in a corner, put his hat on his face, put up his collar, dressed up as a sleeping tramp, found a coin phone and dialed 110.

"Hello, I saw someone trading some small bags of white powder and small pills. Is it drugs? There is a front room on the main street of railway apartment. There is a drugstore on the surface. Yes, yes, that's it."

Hanging up, Ivan asked me, "why did you call the police? I still want to beat people out of my anger."

I shook my head and said: "There are priorities. Dealing with them is not our main task at present. There is no need to waste too much time on these people. We just have to delay them and disrupt their plans. Without the cooperation of these local snakes, even if kunba sends someone here again, it will be at least a few days after we find out what we are doing. Also, Drug dealers usually have guns. Let's not take that risk. "

The drunkard sighed, "you don't preach the rules."

"What rules? I'm not a gangster. It's a good way to reach my goal without harming nature and justice. Do you understand? Go and meet brother donkey. We're going into the mountain..."

Since I joined the army and began to do these things to catch ghosts and eliminate demons, I have almost traveled all kinds of landforms, including isolated islands, deserts and snow mountains. Frankly, swamps are not the most dangerous of these landforms, but they are absolutely annoying to the tallest people. There are disgusting silt everywhere. I have to go down and push the car every half an hour, which makes us covered with mud. This is still a professional 4WD off-road vehicle In this case, if the ordinary city's scooter can't drive a kilometer, it will be stuck.

In addition to the troublesome swamp, another collapsing thing happened. Brother donkey played his "tireless teaching" again He talked to us all the way. Don't struggle and wait for rescue when trapped by mud. When crossing thorns, cross the climbing stick in front of you to avoid scratching. Don't get close to the tielan moss in the village. There are Qiang mites invisible to the naked eye and itching all over the body. We were nagged by him and wanted to jump out of the car. Taotao heard it very interesting and didn't understand it The place also asked brother donkey to explain in detail.

Another annoying problem is camping. It's really difficult to find some dry land out of the water in this boundless swamp. On the first night, we had to stay Taotao to sleep in the car, and several of us pulled up hammocks on the trees outside for the night.

After tossing about for two days, on the third night, when we were sleeping, I was suddenly awakened by Ivan on duty.

"Monkey, wake up, listen," Ivan made an upward gesture.

Because I slept in a tree, I didn't sleep very well. The drunkard woke up. After listening to it for a few seconds, he said, "I'm surprised. There's nothing moving."

"Don't make noise, listen." I vaguely heard some familiar sounds. After careful judgment, I'm more sure that it's the sound of the air flow driven by the helicopter propeller. It sounds faint, but it shouldn't be wrong.

"Is it for us?" Ivan asked the group.

"It's also possible that the government is looking for missing people nearby," donkey goga replied.

"Anyway, I'll know tomorrow," I said with worry, looking at the starry sky.