阿茂 and I were sitting in the same car, while Ading and another disguised henchman were in the van.
It took about thirty minutes to get from the riverbank to the warlord's country villa. Occasionally, we passed patrols armed with guns and leading guard dogs.
Trying to escape from Myawaddy alone is nearly impossible.
Throughout the journey, I observed the route and surroundings, fantasizing about escaping with Chen Weiqiang and the others.
"Brother, we're here. When the guards check, speak to them in a Chinese accent," Ah Mao suddenly braked, turning his head to remind me quietly.
I nodded and looked out the window, seeing a three-story Western-style villa 20 meters away, just like the one in Ais' photo.
"If any of you speak out, I'll kill her. Listen to me, and you'll stay alive!" I glanced back at the women in the car, gripping a fruit knife and growling.
The six women were already terrified and huddled together, shivering and looking at me in panic.
Ha, I've become the "demon" in the eyes of these poor souls.
Ah Mao's "Chinese accent" actually meant speaking in a Fujianese dialect. Since he's Burmese and not familiar with China, he thought all Chinese dialects sounded the same.
Soon, the patrolling soldiers and bandits around the villa noticed our car and immediately ran over with their guns.
"Hey, what are you doing? Show your documents and get out for inspection!" Two soldiers in green uniforms knocked on the car window, shouting arrogantly.
Their flashlights scanned the car's interior, and I quickly threw the knife under the mat with my foot.
They were speaking Burmese, which I didn't understand. However, I noticed there were about eight people patrolling around the villa, but who knew how many were hiding in the dark.
As long as I had a weapon and escaped under the cover of night, these small fries couldn't catch me.
Ah Mao immediately lowered the car window and spoke in Burmese, "Brothers, we're here to deliver goods to the general."
Seeing they were from the same ethnic group and armed, the two relaxed their guard, opened the back door, and saw the beautiful women.
"Chinese women, beautiful!" they laughed, looking at me. "Who's he?"
Ah Mao handed them two cigarettes, "He's the Chinese snakehead, delivering goods to the general."
I wiped the blood off my face and greeted them in a Fujianese accent, "Brothers, I'm from Fujian. The general asked me to deliver the goods personally and gave me some instructions."
Then, I took out a pack of cigarettes I'd prepared and handed it over.
Clearly, I swiped these cigarettes from Ais, the old fox.
The two soldiers smiled broadly, accepting the cigarettes, "Ah, a Fujian boss. Come in, the general has been waiting for you."
"Thanks, brothers." Ah Mao saluted and drove towards the villa.
"Phew."
Seeing them let us pass, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Good thing I had Fujianese classmates in college, allowing me to mimic their accent.
These guys weren't Chinese, so they were easy to fool.
Two vans stopped at the villa's entrance one after the other.
Before the engine was off, four soldiers with guns rushed over.
"Get out of the car for inspection."
"Brothers, we're here to deliver goods." Ah Mao opened the door, urging the frightened women to get out.
The women screamed, huddled together, refusing to leave.
I jumped out, grabbing a long-haired woman by the door, "Brothers, we had some trouble on the way, so we're late. I need to report to the general, please let us through."
"Do you know who did it?" The soldier spoke decent Chinese.
A bright flashlight beam hit my face, blinding me.
I held the trembling girl tightly, "Not sure, I need to see the general."
"Search him!"
Without a word, the soldier started patting me down.
I released the girl, letting her slump by the door, and raised my arms cooperatively.
After a thorough pat-down, the soldier nodded, "Take them inside. Be careful, don't ask questions, don't look where you shouldn't."
"Thanks, I understand!"
I turned and grabbed the girl, pulling her close.
"Everyone out, or I'll kill you!" Ah Mao shouted, banging the car with his gun.
Not wanting to waste time, I dragged another woman out, "Obedient ones won't be beaten, you'll get food later. Disobedient ones will feed the Mekong River fish, now get out!"
The woman screamed, looking at me like I was a killer.
Seeing this, the other women trembled and got out.
Ading's situation was similar to ours.
Soon, all the women were out and gathered, some so scared they wet themselves.
One soldier groped a girl and said, "This batch is good, the general will reward us with a train ride. You can go in now!"
Ah Mao and Ading handed over their guns, and we led the thirteen women into the villa.
It was late at night, but the villa was brightly lit.
Shrill screams and depraved laughter echoed.
The villa's garden covered hundreds of square meters, with well-maintained greenery and a path of pebbles flanked by exotic plants, comparable to a wealthy mansion in China.
Near the redwood door, the soldier who led us in turned back to patrol.
I expected to see a fierce old man smoking a cigar, waiting for us in a lavish hall.
But what I saw almost made me collapse on the spot!
In the 200-square-meter living room, a colorful carpet in the center was surrounded by naked men playing with a human roulette wheel.
Three naked women, curled up in fetal positions, were tied to the wooden wheel. The details were indescribable; you can search online if you're curious.
Five men, including two Black men, were slapping the tortured women and doing unspeakable acts.
Strawberries, grapes, and jellies were scattered on the floor.
What on earth were they playing at? I was deeply shocked.
Unfazed, Ah Mao whispered, "That's a Russian human roulette. They're playing deep-sea bombs. The beer-bellied man in the middle is the general."
These vile creatures were using live people as toys for fun.
Kids cherish their toys; these scumbags discard and destroy them when bored.
I felt a surge of murderous intent.
Clearing my throat, I shouted in a Fujianese accent, "General, the goods have arrived."
Then, I pushed the girl in my arms away.