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

At night in Singapore, the lights are still brightly lit and the traffic is busy.

But in the office at the Nanyang Chamber of Commerce headquarters, the atmosphere was as solemn as solid ice.

I was sitting at my desk, frowning, staring at the documents on the table.

In the past few days, in order to find out the truth about the kidnapping case of the old president’s family, I almost had trouble sleeping and eating, and worked day and night.

Suddenly, the cell phone rang, breaking the silence in the office.

I looked at the caller ID and saw it was Hu Laosan.

"Hey, third brother, what's going on over there in Dubai?" I went straight to the point.

"Lao Yang, the situation is a bit tricky." Hu Laosan sighed with a helpless tone, "I have been watching Cai Guanglin in Dubai for several days, but there is no trace of Sun Hao around him."

"No?" I frowned, a trace of doubt flashing through my mind, "Then where will Sun Hao go? Has he always been in Singapore?"

"I don't know about this." Hu Laosan paused and said cautiously, "But don't worry, Lao Yang, I will continue to monitor Cai Guanglin's every move. As long as they reveal any flaws, I will immediately inform you."

"Okay, I'll continue to trouble you with this matter." I said a few words and hung up the phone.

I originally thought that Sun Hao would follow Cai Guanglin to Dubai, but it seems that I was wrong.

This Sun Hao is actually more cunning than imagined.

At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the office door.

I looked up and saw that it was Song Puxin.

"Mr. Yang, something has happened." Song Puxin walked in cautiously and said respectfully, "We have found some clues about Sun Hao."

"Say." I motioned him to sit down and looked at him with bright eyes.

Song Puxin took a deep breath and said word by word: "We found out that Sun Hao has a mistress in Singapore and a three-year-old illegitimate child. The woman's name is Chen Jiayi, and she lives in an apartment in the east of Singapore. "

"Oh?" I raised my eyebrows and sneered, "Sun Hao is not an easy person."

Thinking of this, a thought suddenly flashed in my mind.

I looked up at Song Puxin, my eyes were like lightning, and my tone was cold: "Since he dares to kidnap the old president's family, then we will treat him in the same way as he is treated!"

"Mr. Yang, you mean..." Song Puxin was startled when he heard this, and seemed a little unbelievable.

I sneered, stood up, and said in a serious tone: "Yes, we are going to 'invite' Sun Hao's mistress and illegitimate son to be our guests! I want to see how long he can be arrogant!"

After saying that, I strode out of the office with Song Pu following behind me tremblingly.

"Go, prepare the car!" I ordered.

A moment later, a black stretched Lincoln parked steadily at the entrance of the Nanyang Chamber of Commerce Building.

Song Puxin and I quickly walked down the steps and got into the car.

"Go east." I said solemnly.

The driver nodded, started the engine, and merged into the traffic.

Outside the car window, the night is getting darker and the lights are starting to turn on.

Countless neon lights flash between the buildings, like a city that never sleeps.

"Mr. Yang, do you really want to take Sun Hao's mistress and illegitimate son away together?" Song Puxin asked cautiously.

I glanced at Song Puxin and snorted: "What kind of gentlemanly demeanor can we talk about at this time? Don't forget, it was Sun Hao who first attacked the old president's family. If he wants to kidnap, I will accompany him to the end! "

When Song Puxin heard this, he nodded repeatedly and did not dare to say any more.

The car sped through the night and soon reached its destination.

In front of me is an inconspicuous old apartment building with mottled walls showing traces of time.

There was a damp, musty smell in the air that made one's nose sore.

"Is this here?" I frowned and looked around.

Song Puxin nodded and whispered: "Yes, this is it. No. 7 on the third floor is the residence of Sun Hao's mistress."

I sneered and strode into the apartment building. Song Pu followed behind me tremblingly.

The old wooden stairs creaked, as if they might fall apart at any moment.

Finally, we stopped in front of door No. 7 on the third floor.

I signaled Song Puxin to step aside, and I gently knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" A woman's voice came from the room, with a hint of impatience.

I didn't say anything, just knocked on the door again.

After a moment, the door creaked open, and a young woman's face appeared behind the door. She looked to be in her early twenties, and there was a hint of travel dust between her brows and eyes.

"Who are you? Why are you knocking on my door in the middle of the night?" The woman looked at me warily and her tone was unkind.

I smiled faintly and stepped into the door: "Chen Jiayi, right? We are looking for you for something."

"Who are you? I don't know you!" Chen Jiayi was startled and backed away subconsciously.

I sneered and closed the door with my backhand: "You know very well whether he is Sun Hao's person or not!"

"Sun...Sun Hao? I don't know Sun Hao..." Chen Jiayi turned pale and argued incoherently.

"Stop pretending!" I snorted coldly, my eyes like daggers, "Sun Hao kidnapped the old president's family, do you think he can die a good death?"

"Kidnapping?" Chen Jiayi was so distraught that her legs went weak and she collapsed on the ground.

I looked at her coldly, unmoved at all: "I'll give you two choices, either come with us, or leave your son behind and go to the police station to surrender."

"No, please, don't hurt my son..." Chen Jiayi begged in a pleading tone, "Can't I just go with you?"

I nodded with satisfaction and turned to look at Song Puxin: "Go and take the child with you!"

Song Puxin accepted the order and quickly walked into the bedroom.

Soon, he walked out holding a boy who was sleeping soundly.

"Let's go." I said coldly, turned around and strode away.

Chen Jiayi stood up tremblingly and followed at a loss.

Just like that, I took them back to the car.

"Go to the dock." I told the driver.

The boy was sleeping soundly in the back seat, Chen Jiayi was sobbing, and Song Pu looked troubled.

I was the only one with an indifferent expression, as if it had nothing to do with me.

The car sped through the night, heading in an unknown direction.

Outside the window, the stars twinkled and there was silence.

Sun Hao, just wait for me.

I'll give you a taste of kidnapping!

The car gradually left the city, and the surrounding lights became increasingly sparse.

The sea breeze blew and the waves hit the shore, and an abandoned pier gradually came into view.

The car stopped slowly and I got out of the car first, looking around.

Song Pu tremblingly hugged the sleeping boy and got out of the car. Chen Jiayi stumbled behind, with tears on her face.

"Mr. Yang, what should we do next?" Song Puxin asked softly.

I sneered and said with a sinister look: "First find a safe place and hide them. Then, we'll wait for that bastard Sun Hao to contact us."

When Song Puxin heard this, he nodded solemnly.

I looked around and my eyes fell on a container not far away.

The container was rusty and had obviously been abandoned for a long time.

"Put them in." I pointed to the container and said in a cold tone, "Leave them some food and drink. Don't starve them to death."

After saying that, I turned to look at Chen Jiayi and sneered: "You'd better pray that bastard Sun Hao has some sense and quickly releases the old president's family. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

When Chen Jiayi heard this, she burst into tears, knelt on the ground and begged incoherently.

I turned a deaf ear and just said coldly: "Keep an eye on her and don't let her commit suicide."

Song Pu nodded hurriedly and kept saying yes.

In this way, in the dark container, Chen Jiayi's crying and the child's crying intertwined, like a magical sound.

Sun Hao, I want to see if you will contact me!

On the pier, the sea breeze was blowing and the waves were rough.

I stood quietly in front of the container, like a cold statue.

Song Puxin was trembling on the side and did not dare to express his anger.

The night is getting darker and darker, and it seems that only the whimpering of the waves is left between the sky and the earth.