The storm of electronic fraud, the day I was deceived into northern Myanmar

The "Iron Cage" is on the underground floor of the main building of the Security Department. After coming down the stairs, a strong smell of blood swept over me.

There was a desk at the entrance, and two security guards stood behind the desk, chatting and smoking.

Agui took me over and said hello to the two of them.

"Hey, what brought you here today, old ghost? Didn't you lose badly enough last time?" One of the security guards said with a smile.

"Fuck you!" A Gui cursed, "I was just wrong last time. Who the hell knew that kid couldn't help but beat him up? Damn it! I get so angry just thinking about it."

He asked: "What are you playing today?"

"One-on-one fighting, three times." A security guard said.

Agui took out two chips with a face value of five hundred and put them on the table: "I'll bring my brother over to play."

The two men looked at me and one of them said, "New here?"

"He is not from the security department." A Gui replied.

"No wonder he looks so unfamiliar."

As he said that, the man took out two mobile phones from the drawer and handed them to Agui.

He winked at me and led me inside.

"Brother Gui, do you need to buy a ticket to come here?" I asked.

"That's just a deposit. It will be refunded when the phone is returned later." He handed me a mobile phone.

I took it and opened it and found that there was only one software on the desktop of the phone.

The icon is a fist. After clicking it, the interface inside is very rough. There are several character tables and betting odds.

Agui explained to me: "When you want to place a bet, you can do it directly on your phone. When you want to go out after placing your bet, you have to pay the money you bet. Of course, if you win, you also have to go take money."

It turned out to be the case.

Agui is an old man from the security department, so he is naturally familiar with these things.

When I went to see him today and asked him to bring me here, he was a little surprised.

After paying him some favors, he didn't mind bringing me over to open my eyes.

Not long after walking, Agui took me through a narrow passage with thick cement walls on both sides. It was slightly damp and there was a musty smell in the air.

At the end of the passage was a heavy iron door. When Agui opened the door, it creaked.

Soon, we entered a large space.

This place was about more than a thousand square meters, with dim lighting and a few chandeliers emitting dim light, which could barely illuminate the entire space.

There were mottled water stains on the walls, and the floor was a mess.

In the center of the space stands a rough octagonal iron cage, surrounded by shabby chairs and benches.

The air smelled of smoke, sweat, fish and rust.

The many flavors mixed together make people a little breathless.

Or maybe it's because it's my first time here and I'm not used to it.

At this time, in the iron cage, several dogs wearing tattered clothes were tied up and thrown in. Their eyes showed fear and anger, but more of helplessness and despair.

Outside the stadium, a group of people gathered around the iron cage, some making loud noises and some talking in low voices.

Their faces were full of excitement and cruelty, and some of them had mobile phones in their hands and were discussing how to place bets.

In the corners of the iron cage, there were pools of dried blood, which reminded people of the bloody scenes that had happened here.

Agui took me to a place to sit down and handed me a cigarette: "Why do you suddenly want to come here?"

I took the cigarette and said with a smile: "The main reason is that I kept hearing people talk about the iron cage, so I wanted to come and take a look."

There was a hint of joking on his face: "Just a moment, don't make me vomit."

I smiled and lit the cigarette: "It's not that bad..."

The smoke billowed in my mouth, quickly covering up the strange smell of the place.

After sitting for about ten minutes, many people came in one after another, and soon the whole space was overcrowded.

There is a high platform in the innermost place near the iron cage. There is a set of tables and chairs on the platform, and two microphones. It is obviously a commentary platform.

It seems that this place has been in operation for more than a day or two. Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs.

Just as the crowd was buzzing, two people came to the commentary stage.

Wearing the uniforms of the security department, one of them picked up a microphone and his voice cut through the noise of the crowd and echoed throughout the space.

"Brothers, if you want to place a bet, do it quickly, don't be too damn whiny!" He spoke in an unknown dialect, his voice full of laughter and playfulness, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

After hearing these words, an even more heated discussion broke out in the crowd.

Some people looked very excited, while others showed a hint of indifference and contempt.

After seven or eight minutes, the commentator took out his mobile phone, took a look at it, and said with a smile: "Damn it, the odds of No. [-] are so high? I've even thought about it."

Another continued: "The higher the odds, the greater the risk. I'd better play it safe."

The two of them didn't look like commentators at all, just chatting normally.

From time to time, there are people on the field who would say something to them: "Brother Tian, ​​whatever you bet, I will follow your bet! If you win, I will treat you to a supper later!"

"Damn it, you won't give me any money, and you'll just send me away with a late-night snack?"

"Hahahaha..." Everyone couldn't help laughing.

As the gag went on, I noticed the odds on my phone were also changing in real time.

I'm not very interested in winning or losing. I came here tonight just to find out.

After the commentator announced the start, the atmosphere was pushed to the highest point.

Betting on mobile phones also stopped.

The crowd began to boil, some began to shout loudly, while others nervously stared at the iron cage that was about to be opened.

When the dog pushers in the iron cage heard these words, the expressions on their faces became more complicated.

The door of the iron cage was slowly opened, and the six dogs tied inside were pushed and four were brought out.

The two people who remained inside were quickly untied.

Immediately afterwards, someone walked into the middle of the iron cage carrying a sack.

Only the sound of "clanging, clanking" was heard, and many machetes, daggers, steel pipes and iron chains were poured out of the sack.

When the door of the iron cage was closed, the entire space fell into an eerie silence, with only the gasps of the two dogs pushing in the iron cage echoing.

This silence only lasted for less than a few seconds before someone shouted: "What are you doing standing still? Damn it! Go ahead! Kill him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, people outside the venue roared.

The two dog pushers in the iron cage looked at each other. One of the dogs wearing a T-shirt shouted and rushed to the middle of the iron cage with a ferocious look. He picked up a machete on the ground and rushed over without saying a word. The dog in the shirt pushes forward!

He raised the knife and dropped it, only to hear the shirt dog push and scream, and he rolled on the ground holding his hand that had been chopped off...