The administrative area of Daluo is very large. Countless villages are scattered among the mountains of nearly 400 kilometers. It would take more than a day or two to search them one by one.
The most important thing is that if something happens to Lao Li, then this time is life.
In order to seize the time, Huang Ming did not find a hotel or hotel to stay. He took a motorcycle and started searching around the county along the main roads of the county.
What made Huang Ming feel discouraged was that after searching the entire county, no trace of Lao Li was found.
Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Huang Ming had to find a small hotel to stay in the county town.
He decided to search again after dark with the flying magic weapon. If there was still no one in the town, then he would have to go from village to village to look for it.
As night fell and the lights began to turn on, Huang Ming came to the service desk from his small hotel room to see if there was an administrative map marking the distribution points of each village.
But after talking for a long time, the waiter couldn't figure out what kind of map Huang Ming wanted, so he pointed to a pile of travel promotional materials placed next to the service desk and asked Huang Ming to find it by himself.
Huang Ming had no choice but to look through the pile of information by himself.
After flipping through it for a while, a piece of tourism promotional material about Xiao Mengla, the fourth special zone in eastern Shan State, Myanmar, opposite the Daluo Port, caught Huang Ming's attention.
The Fourth Special Zone in eastern Shan State, Myanmar, is one of the many local armed forces in Myanmar.
It is nominally under the jurisdiction of Shan State, but in fact it has a high degree of autonomy like Wa State, which is called the Second Special Zone of Shan State.
And this little Mongla, with the help of China, has completely banned drugs and vigorously developed tourism.
After more than 20 years of peaceful development, it has gradually developed from a small county town into a relatively prosperous city in northern Myanmar and even in the entire Myanmar. It is known as Myanmar's "Little Hong Kong".
However, this is not the focus of Huang Ming's attention. The main point is that in addition to tourism, Xiaomengla's pillar industry also has the largest project, which is gambling. Gambling is a legal industry in Xiaomengla.
Looking at this flyer, Huang Ming began to make guesses.
If something really happened to Lao Li, the most likely reason is that he lost money gambling overseas and was imprisoned. Otherwise, why would his phone be turned off and unable to be contacted?
Of course, this is just Huang Ming's conjecture. Maybe Lao Li fell in love with a woman and was forced to stay by a beautiful woman from a certain village.
After much deliberation, Huang Ming felt that instead of looking aimlessly in various villages, it would be better to go to the casino opposite first.
After all, Xiaomengla is not that big. If Lao Li is really locked up in the casino because of gambling, it will definitely be more dangerous than being left in the village by a beautiful woman.
Thinking of this, Huang Ming left the small hotel, took up the flying magic weapon in a deserted place, and flew to the opposite side.
Xiaomengla City is not big, and it is not far from Daluo Port. A few kilometers past the port, there is a tourist attraction called Sleeping Buddha Temple. After this attraction, you will reach the urban area of Xiaomengla City.
Since he was not sure whether Lao Li was imprisoned in a casino, Huang Ming decided to search the entire Xiaomengla City with a flying magic weapon, just like he was in Daluo County.
What surprised Huang Ming was that he actually felt the mortal aura of Lao Li in a small independent courtyard near the suburbs in the eastern part of Xiaomengla City.
The aura of mortals is different from that of monks, and due to the large number of people, it is generally difficult to tell the difference.
But Lao Li and Huang Ming have been friends for many years, and his aura is naturally very familiar to Huang Ming.
The independent courtyard where Lao Li lives is a bit like the kind of farmhouse courtyards that are common in new Chinese rural areas.
It is an L-shaped two-story building with walls on both sides, and a large double-open iron door on one of the walls.
Huang Ming lowered his flying magic weapon in a dark place and followed the road to the large iron gate of the small courtyard.
He decided to alert the enemy and find out what happened from the front.
"Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah...".
Huang Ming raised his fist and knocked on the door.
Immediately there was a burst of noisy voices and footsteps inside, and then the iron door creaked halfway open.
A thin, dark man wearing a civilian uniform and holding an AK47 automatic rifle slung across his body asked Huang Ming in broken Yunling Mandarin.
"Which one are you looking for? What are you looking for?"
As soon as he saw this thin black man with a weapon slung across his body, Huang Ming immediately felt confident. It seemed that Lao Li had really been imprisoned.
"I'm here to find someone, a Chinese person."
"Looking for Chinese people? Are you here to redeem people? Hey, wait, you are just a human being? Who told you that people are imprisoned at this point?"
The thin, dark man was a little suspicious when he saw that Huang Ming was alone.
At this time, Huang Ming had discovered through his spiritual thoughts that besides the thin black man, there were five other people in the small courtyard.
Lao Li was locked up in a room on the second floor. There were other people in the room. It was unknown whether they were armed men or other hostages. Huang Ming decided to continue testing.
"Someone must have told me, but I have to confirm first whether the person I want to redeem is here."
"Are you really here to redeem someone?"
The thin, dark man looked at Huang Ming up and down several times with great vigilance.
"There are more than ten Chinese people who owe gambling debts. Which one do you want to redeem?"
"My friend's surname is Li. He is from Pu'er in Yunling. His skin is a bit dark."
"A Pu'er man named Li? Well, there seems to be such a person, but what exactly are you doing? And who informed you to come here to redeem someone? And, where's the money? Five hundred thousand, did you bring the money? ".
The thin black man was still a little suspicious. As he spoke, he pointed the AK47 slung over his shoulder at Huang Ming.
"I must have brought the money, but I don't know who informed me. I just received a call saying that my friend owed a debt and asked me to bring the money here to redeem him."
Huang Ming continued to compile.
"Impossible. If someone from us informs you, he will definitely come with you. Maybe he will let you come alone? What are you doing? Are you a Chinese police officer?"
The thin black man became a little nervous and put his finger on the trigger of the automatic rifle.
Huang Ming's "Prison-Suppressing Ming King Technique" has been practiced to the middle of the third level in the past two years. Ordinary bullets no longer pose a threat to him, and they will only hurt a little if they hit him.
But considering that there are hostages in this courtyard, if we take action directly, what if these people jump over the wall and injure the hostages? In order to avoid hurting innocent people, Huang Ming had no choice but to continue acting.
"What's wrong with the police? I told you, I'm here to redeem someone. Either you let me see my friend and you take the money and we leave, or I leave now."
"Are you really not a Chinese police officer? Then let me see your money?".
The thin, dark man still didn't believe it.
"I want to see someone first. What if the person I want to redeem is not here? Hand over the person with one hand and the money with the other."
"Then wait a minute and I'll ask."
The thin, dark man went back and closed the door.
After a while, the door opened halfway again, and three people walked out.
The thin, dark man and another younger man were at the front holding AK47s.
Behind them was a middle-aged man who was also wearing the uniform of the local armed forces but without weapons. He seemed to be an official.
