The plane roared through the sky, crossing the dense jungles of Central America in the blink of an eye, and gradually arrived at a land where yellow sand and coasts intersected. Sitting in the first-class cabin, watching the changing clouds through the portholes, Song Wenbin couldn't help but feel worried.
Although there have been various conflicts and estrangements between them, they are still colleagues who have traveled to countless countries. After being angry and disappointed at the beginning, he couldn't help but worry about the safety of his colleagues. Huo Yu's bad character, Su Tina's physique that attracts wolves, and the newcomer with unknown origins and ulterior motives.
Paul, who was sitting across from him, didn't seem eager to consult him on his tips for promoting cocaine. On the contrary, he had been chatting with Song Wenbin, asking about his growing up experience based on his parents' work, and sometimes sharing his own growing experience. , as if they were companions who had known each other for many years.
Until the plane pressed down on the clouds and landed towards a city surrounded by rocks and desert. Song Wenbin stopped his endless chat, pretended to be casual and asked: "Where are my two colleagues now? Have you found out for me?"
Paul shook his phone and said, "You can't expect me to call someone on the plane."
"Just a phone call isn't enough."
Song Wenbin said, he couldn't help but think of Huo Yu's personality and felt a little irritated.
"Don't worry, as long as Teacher Yan is willing to help me, I will definitely give you a surprise." Paul said firmly.
Surprise, I hope it's not a shock, Song Wenbin thought to himself. Six thousand miles of road, and we are traveling with that kind of gangster again. People like Huo Yu would be crazy if they didn't have conflicts with others along the way. If I had known that this would happen, why would I have endured it... endured it?
The tentacles of his thoughts encountered some sharp thorns as they spread, and he thought of the lost watch again. For a moment, the thorns stung his back, making him extremely uncomfortable.
Damn it, you filthy bitches are asking for trouble. What does it have to do with me if you are dead? If you are still alive, you will influence my choices.
Teacher Yan shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of the thorns on his back, but the physical shaking had no effect on the mental torture.
"If they really die, we won't be able to film the show." When the plane landed, Teacher Yan suddenly asked Weining without any clue.
"Who?" Weining didn't react for a while.
"Su Tina and Huo Yu."
"Yan, what are you talking about?"
Wei Ning looked at him in horror, "I'm just following the route. I guess... there's no need to rise to such a height..."
"Is that so?" Teacher Yan asked reluctantly.
"Of course, that's for sure." Wei Ning was speechless, "Why are we filming without the host?"
Teacher Yan finally got an indestructible reason, and the pain and discomfort in his mind were relieved.
"Don't worry, I hate you. We haven't received any news. No news is the best news, which means everything will be fine over there." Wei Ning thought Song Wenbin was worried about his colleagues and comforted him a few words.
But Teacher Yan no longer felt uncomfortable. He waved his hand perfunctorily to indicate that he understood.
But Weining couldn't bear the uneasiness in his heart. When everyone followed Paul to the airport gate, this uneasiness reached its peak. He quietly asked: "Yan, you don't know how to really help such a person. "
"hold head high?"
"This is not the effect of a show, this is..." Wei Ning said fearfully, this is more terrifying than a collapsed house..."
He didn't dare to say any more. Idols were almost everything in his life. He didn't dare to imagine what he would do if he was rejected and blocked by the entire Internet.
"You think I'm stupid!" Song Wenbin glared at Weining.
Wei Ning felt a little relieved, but then worried again: "Then... Yan, what are you going to do?"
Before Song Wenbin could answer, Paul from behind suddenly came closer and asked with a smile: "What are you talking about?"
Wei Ning did not dare to say a word.
Song Wenbin waved his hand and said: "My photography colleague is a little hungry and asked us when we are going to eat."
"That's natural. When you come here, I will definitely take you to experience authentic Mexican food. I hope this can add some exotic flavor to your show." Paul patted his chest and said, "But..."
Paul's expression changed as he was speaking, making Wei Ning tremble.
Song Wenbin followed the man's eyes and saw several police cars parked not far from the airport where they had just left. Standing next to the police cars were several heavily armed policemen wearing body armor. The police vests also read DEA three letters.
Their scale and number were obviously much larger than when Song Wenbin first saw them. At this moment, they were stopping people leaving the airport and checking them one by one.
All the people who passed by and were inspected looked grimy and extremely reluctant. Paul was also standing not far away, staring at the DEAs suspiciously, motionless.
Teacher Yan saw that Paul's face was not good-looking and asked, "Do you have any prohibited items on you?"
"They are here for people, not medicine." Paul said gloomily.
"Who are you looking for?" Teacher Yan asked.
"This is nothing. In Tijuana, this kind of thing is normal." Paul avoided talking about Song Wenbin's inquiry and said calmly: "If the DEA wants to investigate, let them investigate. Let's go another way first. .”
After that, he waved, turned a corner with his entourage and his younger brother, and returned to the airport.
Seeing Paul's avoidance, Song Wenbin had some plans in his mind. They had encountered an attack on the DEA when they were traveling in Central America before. Along the way, they had heard many rumors that this kind of thing had happened more than once. Now Paul was trying to take him to meet the big boss here. He must have been with the boss. The relationship is very close, and maybe it has something to do with those attacks, so he is not willing to have direct contact with the DEA.
"Tired, what should I do?"
Wei Ning asked quietly from the side.
Song Wenbin glanced at Paul's men. One of his men, a tall and thick man, was standing respectfully behind him. He was nominally helping him carry his bag, but in fact it was for surveillance.
"Follow him first." Song Wenbin replied.
Although he was full of disgust for this line of work, he had not received any news from Huo Yu and Sutina and was unwilling to give up. After getting the definite answer, the photographers turned around and followed Song Wenbin, but perhaps because they were carrying cameras, many people noticed them invariably, including the DEA in the distance.
Paul walked very fast, and before long, they came to a restroom at the local airport. Paul found a ground attendant who was mopping the floor and said a few words to him. The ground attendant put down the mop and secretly led everyone to the airport's internal unloading passage.
Song Wenbin saw that Paul was so skillful in finding another way. He couldn't help but think of the allusion to the cunning rabbit's three burrows. What happened in front of him was almost unimaginable in China. It seemed that even the most stringent security places like the airport had been These forces penetrated.
After leaving the alley, Paul made a few calls. After a while, several jeeps came to the exit. Several Latin men jumped out of the car and asked Paul to get on.
But as soon as Paul lowered his head and got into the jeep, there was a screeching sound of tires in the distance. Three or four police cars stopped in front of everyone with a screeching sound. Several armed policemen jumped out of the police cars and rushed towards them. Paul shouted loudly: "Hey! What are you doing? Stop!!"
ha…
Song Wenbin couldn't help but smile. If it was really that easy to slip away, he would be a little disappointed.
But soon, his smile disappeared, because several policemen rushed up quickly, hid behind the police car, raised their guns, and shouted to everyone at the intersection to raise their hands.
The boy who was carrying the bag behind Song Wenbin panicked. He ran left or right, and subconsciously reached for his waist. The police on the opposite side opened fire immediately.
Bang bang bang! !
Several gunshots were fired, and a hot bullet passed through the palm of the young man's hand. He immediately rolled on the ground with his hands covered.
Song Wenbin was so frightened by these unexpected blows that he quickly squatted on the ground with his head in his hands.
But on the other side, Paul didn't stop at all. Not only did he not stop, but he did not hesitate to pull Song Wenbin, who was trying to squat down and pretend to be dead, into the car, and shouted loudly: "Hurry up! Hurry up!"
The driver got the order and immediately drove the jeep. The vehicle turned around, knocked over several motorcycles, and drove away.
Several police officers who had just jumped out of the car were knocked to the ground by the jeep. Then they each took out their guns and started shooting without mercy.
Song Wenbin got on the bus and shouted angrily: "What are you doing! My colleague is still down there!!"
In response to his violent gunshots, several guns were stretched out from the running jeep and they responded unceremoniously. For a moment, pedestrians passing by screamed and fell down, and glass shards shattered by the bullets splashed all over the floor.
The photographers on the side had never seen this scene before. Everyone holding a camera was dumbfounded. When Wei Ning saw Song Wenbin being dragged into a jeep and taken away, he couldn't help but chase after him and shouted: "I'm sick of it!!"
Soon, more police officers rushed out, took away the cameras without mercy, and pressed them one by one into the police car and handcuffed them.
At this moment, because of the gunshots just now, the sirens at the back door of the entire airport were blaring, and more police cars were driving over from all directions. Some policemen leaned behind the cars, holding pistols and shooting at Bang Bang in the distance. Some policemen were holding Walkie-talkie, calling for reinforcements.
Song Wenbin finally struggled to get up from the car. He looked around him and saw that there was no photographer. He couldn't help but get angry and asked Paul loudly: "Where are my colleagues!?"
"This happened suddenly. Please understand. I can't take so many people away at once." Paul apologized firmly.
"No...what would I take pictures without them," Song Wenbin said angrily: "Stop the car, I'm going down to find them!"
"They must have been taken to the police station," Paul said.
"Then I'll go to the police station to find them. I haven't broken any laws, so what should I be afraid of?" Song Wenbin said plausibly.
Paul stared at Song Wenbin for a while, but shook his head: "I'm sorry, Teacher Yan, they won't listen to your explanation if you are with me. We must get to our territory quickly. As long as we stop for a moment, we will all There is a risk of being overtaken, but it is safe once we reach our territory.”
Song Wenbin saw that the driver in front of him had already driven the car more than 180 kilometers and was racing on the road without saying a word.
There is no doubt that he is getting closer to freedom.
After running for more than an hour, going around and around for who knows how many miles, the speed of the car slowed down, and the piercing whistle behind me could not be detected.
Paul relaxed, leaned back on the chair, sighed, and said: "Look, this is what happens when you sell methamphetamine and heroin. If you use my products, will it attract such great resistance and revenge? Teacher Yan, It's all the fault of drugs."
Song Wenbin didn't care what this guy was talking about. As an authentic Chinese, distrusting anyone is a basic quality. He said coldly: "Can I get off the car now?"
"You don't want to know the location of your colleagues?" Paul was surprised.
"I remember my original agreement with you was that there must be a photographer to take the photo. Without a photographer, it would be impossible for me to cooperate with you."
Paul smiled and said: "No, Teacher Yan, you are wrong. I am not asking you to stay away from your fellow photographers, nor am I not letting you complete your shooting work. I am just asking you to wait for a few days. Please believe in our ability, as long as you are willing to help me, within a week, I will let you see all your colleagues again, everyone."
Song Wenbin's expression darkened and he said, "Please don't test my bottom line."
"Sorry, that's the only request. Look, we're here." Paul pointed out the window.
Song Wenbin followed his finger and saw rows of roadblocks at the end of the road, towering spurs, stacked sandbags, and rows of pickup trucks and jeeps. People were sitting or standing on the carriages of those vehicles. There were a group of militants armed with heavy machine guns.
"Good guys...are you fighting?" Seeing this posture, Song Wenbin couldn't help but groaned. He had been to so many countries, but he had never seen so many people with guns.
"What do you think?" Paul said matter-of-factly: "I was counting on you to be the messenger of peace here.
Song Wenbin:......
When they arrived at the roadblocks, the militants who were waiting on the pickup truck jumped out, opened the door and checked. After discovering that it was Paul and his group, they quickly waved them through.
Two of the pickup trucks also separated to clear the way for their group.
After entering the roadblock, Song Wenbin clearly felt that the community inside was obviously much better than outside.
Pedestrians on both sides of the road are bustling, vendors set up stalls and do business, cleaners sweep away garbage on the road, and some people wearing blankets and tall hats beat drums and play flutes on the roadside. When passing by a church, Song Wenbin saw someone worshiping inside.
Of course, these were nothing. What shocked him the most was that when they passed by a square, a group of people were queuing up in front of several pickup trucks to receive something. When they saw Song Wenbin and his team approaching, they all raised their hands. , lined the streets and cheered, and some people even threw candies on the car, which felt like they were eating pots of pulp to welcome the king's master, and the militants on the car also waved and greeted them with a smile.
Such an inexplicable sight of the military and civilian family made Song Wenbin temporarily put down his guard. He couldn't help but take out his mobile phone to take pictures. While taking pictures, he asked Paul: "What are you posting?"
"Send money." Paul answered simply and roughly.
"ah?"
"During the previous epidemic, the local government didn't pay a dime from the beginning. Instead, little Morissa paid 500 pesos per capita to each local person." Seeing Song Wenbin's confusion, Paul explained to him the origin of the people's support. .
500 pesos, Song Wenbin calculated in his mind, it was about 200 yuan.
"Did you buy it for 500 pesos?"
Song Wenbin felt a little sad.
"It's really not much, but it's better than nothing. In fact, when old Morissa was in office, he would get twice as much on weekdays. If he were still alive, you would definitely see more cheers."
Paul looked around, then suddenly lowered his voice next to Song Wenbin and said: "Of course...if it were me, I would definitely pay at least 1,000 pesos. At least in my territory, I will give you this number."
Listening to Paul's whisper, Song Wenbin couldn't help but shudder, and a strong sense of absurdity and confusion arose in his heart.
