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

The night was dark, the sea breeze blew gently with a salty smell, and the lights in the warehouse on the pier were dim.

A thin chandelier swayed, casting mottled light and shadow.

In this desolate and lonely scene, Ma Xin lay on the ground, like a discarded puppet, his body motionless and unconscious.

Her face looked pale and weak in the dim light, and her breathing was weak, as if she might disappear into the silence at any time.

Aren stood not far away, with several of his younger brothers beside him. They had different expressions, some had flickering eyes, and some had expressionless faces, as if they were used to this kind of scene.

Aren was wearing a black windbreaker, and even in the dim light, it was difficult to conceal his sharp aura.

I stood opposite him, my brows furrowed, my eyes like daggers, looking straight at him.

There was a tense atmosphere in the air, as if it was about to explode.

Everything around him seemed so heavy, even the air seemed to be frozen.

Except for the occasional whistling sound brought by the sea breeze, the entire pier fell into a kind of dead silence.

Aren and I were facing each other, neither of us spoke, but our eyes met each other in the air, sparks flying.

"What are you doing?" After a long time, I was the first to break the silence.

The original agreement was that as long as Ma Xin could provide key information about the Indonesians, I would pay her half a million dollars and ensure her safe arrival in San Francisco.

However, just now, when she came over, Aren took action without any warning and knocked her unconscious.

"Mr. Yang, do you really think that as long as she leaves, she will not contact Tang Zhilong?" Aren asked, with a hint of seriousness and doubt in his tone.

I was silent.

I can't give a definite answer to this question even if I ask myself. His concerns are not unreasonable.

"I don't want to go against your wishes. Since Sister Hong wants me to listen to you, I will naturally obey you. But your approach is really too gentle." Aren continued, "I hope you can understand our current situation. If any mistakes are made, we will face huge risks."

I took a deep breath, looked at Ma Xin who was still unconscious on the ground again, and asked, "Then what are you going to do with her?"

An elusive smile appeared on the corner of Aren's lips: "Mr. Yang, there is no need to worry about this. If you don't want to see it, you can go back to the car and wait for me. I will go find you after I finish processing it."

I didn't answer, and I didn't move my feet.

Seeing this, Aren didn't say anything more and waved to his men, signaling them to start taking action.

Then the situation became alarming.

A gasoline barrel was pushed to Ma Xin, and then several men roughly lifted her and threw her into the barrel.

Then, a cart filled with concrete was pushed over.

They began pouring concrete into buckets with shovels, making a rustling sound that was a mixture of desperation and fear.

Inside the gasoline barrel, a desperate arm stretched out and struggled a few times, but was mercilessly smashed down by a shovel of concrete, and then fell silent.

When the concrete filled the barrel, a man brought a lid and sealed the mouth of the barrel.

Then, they turned the heavy gasoline drum over and rolled it toward the seaside, disappearing into the night.

"Mr. Yang, let's go." Aren said to me, with an imperceptible ease in his voice, as if what just happened was just a routine matter to him.

I didn't dwell too much on this matter. After all, this wasn't the first time I'd seen such a cruel thing.

Aren started the car, and the faint streetlight shone through the car window on his calm face, forming a subtle light and shadow.

The atmosphere inside the car seemed unusually quiet, with only the slight sound of the engine echoing in my ears.

"Mr. Yang, do you want to go back to rest now, or do you have other places to go?" Aren's voice broke the silence in the car. His eyes glanced at me from the rearview mirror, with a bit of questioning in his eyes.

I didn't answer right away, instead immersed in thoughts about my upcoming plans.

After a while, I asked the question I was most concerned about: "Is there any news about the Indonesians?"

Aren smiled, with a bit of relaxation and confidence in that smile: "It can't be so fast, at least it will have to be tomorrow."

My heart sank a little, but I quickly adjusted my mood and asked again, "How is Wang Quanfu doing now?"

"It has been settled. He is now waiting to get the Indonesian channel. Then he can accompany you to meet Tang Zhilong." There was a hint of expectation in Aren's voice.

I nodded and stretched, feeling tired from the day: "Okay, you can take me back to rest."

"Okay." Aren responded, and the car speeded up steadily, traveling through the night.

The scenery outside the car window became blurry as the speed increased. I leaned on the seat and closed my eyes.

I kept thinking about the next plan in my mind: as long as I find the Indonesian and get the channels in Indonesia, I will have a bargaining chip with Tang Zhilong.

After taking care of Tang Zhilong, all that's left is to deal with Li Wenchang.

Although the plan seems simple, it will inevitably encounter many difficulties in its implementation.

The next day, as usual, I had lunch at a Thai restaurant downstairs. The bowl of fragrant curry rice aroused my taste buds, but it couldn't calm the anxiety in my heart.

In the afternoon, I returned to my residence, had a phone call with Zhou Yang, and asked about the latest status of the company's system progress.

In the evening, Aren finally brought the long-awaited news.

His call was like a ray of warm sunshine, dispelling the gloom in my heart: "Mr. Yang, the Indonesians have been found. I will come to pick you up now."

At that moment, I felt happy.

All the waiting and anxiety seems to be about to turn around. This news is undoubtedly important to me.

After packing up and going downstairs, Aren's car stopped in front of me.

I took a deep breath and got in the car: "Where is he?"

"In a bar." Aren replied.

I nodded: "Go and take a look first."

Half an hour later, the car finally stopped in front of a bar with modern and dazzling decoration.

The lights in the doorway flashed with various bright colors, illuminating our faces.

After getting off the bus, we quickly made our way through the crowd and entered the bar.

The atmosphere inside the bar is lively, mixed with the beats of various music and the chatter and laughter of the crowd.

The bar was lined with colorful bottles, the bartenders skillfully prepared various drinks under the lights, and people swayed to the music on the dance floor. The whole place was filled with an atmosphere of indulgence and happiness.

We didn't stop and walked straight through the crowd, our eyes quickly scanning the bar.

Soon, we saw the Indonesian guy at the bar.

He looked to be in his forties, with dark skin, short hair, and a medium build. He was wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans. He looked inconspicuous, but you could feel it from his casual sitting posture and alert eyes looking around. This is a figure not to be underestimated.

After locking the target, I asked Ren to find a place to sit while I went over to meet the guy.