**A Quarter of an Hour Later**
In fifteen minutes, the three of us arrived in the dark at a dirt slope beside the Mekong River.
Nearby, there was a village made entirely of wooden houses, which were actually small bamboo huts.
According to Ah Mao, these villages were full of shady businesses, with the villagers primarily making a living from prostitution, gambling, and drugs.
Not only were these activities present nearby, but there were also boats on the Mekong River specifically for such businesses.
Men who came here for tourism or other activities would go on these boats for entertainment or rent small motorboats to float and play on the river...
The women working as handmaids were naturally Chinese women.
Those who were killed were thrown into the river to feed the fish, while the obedient ones were beaten less. The money they earned all went to the snakehead, who only gave them a meager living allowance each month.
In reality, the situation was even more tragic than I described. Some things couldn't be said out loud and had to be imagined.
"They're coming. We'll act once they enter the forest," Ah Mao whispered, pointing to the rippling water.
"Thud, thud, thud," the sound of a diesel engine was particularly jarring in the dead of night.
Lying behind the dirt slope, I looked in the direction he pointed. About 20 meters away on the river, there was indeed a wooden shed boat full of people.
Although they were said to be smuggled, there were actually routes to get here, but I hadn't figured out the details. The routes used to bring people here were very secretive, and those involved were extremely tight-lipped, making it impossible to extract any information.
This was a serious issue, and I could only hint at it.
Even more absurdly, the scum working as management personnel in the compound didn't know how the unconscious captives were brought over.
For example, I still hadn't figured out the route.
It exists, don't argue with me about its impossibility.
This topic is too sensitive to discuss openly, but if you pay attention to current news, you can understand how tens of thousands of captives are smuggled to northern Myanmar and why the majority of returning captives are men.
After the Allied forces opened fire, many vehicles transporting captives from the four major families weren't intercepted, and the female captives were sold for as low as 10,000 each to Myawaddy.
Many were killed, making it impossible to count the numbers, sending shivers down one's spine.
Alright, that's for later. We'll talk about the rest of the story later.
As for Chen Weiqiang and Wrench, they were tricked into coming here, unlike my situation, making the route even more unclear.
With such a large mountain and such a long border, how can you defend it?
In the few minutes I was lost in thought, the boat had already docked, and five tall men, carrying AKs, jumped ashore.
The half-meter-high bamboo fence opened, and a group of chattering women began to jump off the boat one by one.
I roughly counted about fifteen or sixteen women. With the help of the cool moonlight, judging by their figures, they were all young.
"Come on, come on, walk this way. Everyone follow me. As long as you obey, you'll enjoy endless wealth and glory when you reach the master's house!" the leader shouted in a hoarse voice.
After everyone disembarked, the boat disappeared into the darkness.
I had no time to pay attention to the boat. My primary task was to kill these guards and then take the women away.
Based on Ah Mao's experience, after successfully bringing the people over, there would always be someone waiting by the river to intercept them, just in case.
This time, the general probably wanted to avoid complications and bad publicity, so he secretly contacted the snakehead to buy women, intending to send a batch to his private villa.
After the deal, he would pay the commission.
The compound itself survived under the protection of warlords and dared not refuse his request.
Thus, the snakehead tricked a group of young girls and rushed them directly to their destination.
According to the informant, they would go to a village a kilometer away to meet the contact person and then have the women taken away.
We had to silently deal with these five men halfway and then pretend to be them, following the contact to transport the people.
The group stumbled toward the forest.
The women walked slowly, complaining as they went.
Talking about how they shouldn't have smuggled themselves over.
Seeing them go far, I whispered to Ah Mao, "Don't shoot yet, I'll use a knife. Once I take care of the two at the back, you shoot the three at the front. Got it?"
The two brothers nodded, clutching their AKs, and said, "Got it! Be careful!"
The knife I took from under the car seat was a fruit knife, sharp and handy.
If I didn't have to use a gun, I wouldn't. I needed to save bullets for self-defense now.
Holding a 20-centimeter-long fruit knife, I carefully followed them.
When they entered the forest and the grassy path, I pounced, stabbing the last man in the artery.
"Hurl..." He clutched his throat in pain, trying to turn around to see who it was.
I didn't give him a chance, slitting his throat and throwing him into the grass.
Because there were so many women constantly talking, and these men were already exhausted, trying to keep the women from escaping and watching for anyone coming to steal them, they didn't notice my small actions.
When the man at the back noticed something was wrong, I had already pounced, covering his mouth and slitting his throat.
"Bang," at the same time, Ah Mao and his brother shot the two men at the front.
The other man didn't even have time to react before he was killed.
"Ahhhh!" The women, stunned for seven or eight seconds, screamed, some running around in panic.
"Bang," Ah Ding fired a shot into the ground, shouting, "Stand still, or I'll kill her!"
But in extreme fear, who listens to such warnings?
So, two women who ran into the grass were shot in the head by Ah Ding.
Seeing the bodies in the blood, the women finally woke up, collapsing on the ground, crying and screaming to go home.
"Get up, follow us, try to run, and we'll kill you," Ah Ding slapped a nearby woman, dazing her.
I silently watched these people, feeling utterly helpless.
Dreaming of making money abroad, but leaving their lives here, even God couldn't help them!
"If you don't cry or make a fuss, you won't die. I'll count to three, then get up and follow us!" I said sternly, wiping the blood off my fruit knife with my clothes, helping the woman by my feet.
When someone leads, others follow.
Soon, the women stopped crying, helping each other up, shivering, and followed us to the vans.
In Myanmar, gunshots at midnight are normal, and no villagers would come out to watch.
Moreover, the contacts hidden in the village had already been dealt with by Ace's people, so no one would come out to investigate.
Half an hour later, we finally arrived at the vans. After counting the women, we found only 13 left.
Including the two shot earlier and the six killed en route, there were 21 in this batch.
After driving all the women into two vans, a driver came to me and said, "Later, pretend to be the Fujian boss and say the car was hijacked, and many were killed.
Blend in and wait for the right moment. We have people a hundred meters outside the villa to meet you."
With that, he splashed my face with blood.
The stench went straight to my nose, making me want to vomit.
It was definitely expired blood from dead pigs or cows.
Seeing Ah Mao and his brother also covered in smelly blood, I felt instantly balanced.
Once everything was ready, we got into the two vans and headed to the warlord's villa.