2693 Chapter 1692 the beginning of the Assassin’s group
July 11,1987.
Myanmar, Southeast Asia.
At the bazaar, many people displayed all kinds of street goods, shouting at the passing crowd in the language of their own country.
Myanmar was not a rich country.
At the street corner of the bazaar, there were countless corners and no one in the dark.
Twenty to thirty Ragged Burmese men sat on the ground in various positions.
This group of people were all street hooligans without exception. They couldn’t afford to live in a room and were even willing to do unconscionable things just for a mouthful of food.
“Ta ta ta”at this moment, a skinny man ran over from the shadows.
“Brothers, we have work to do! Someone on the street is buying children at a high price! It’s just that the risk is a little high and the price is extremely high. Do you want to do it?”
Once they heard that there was work to be done, the group of men who could sit in the corners and even sit in the smelly gutters stood up. They did not mind the filth at all.
“Brothers, you can’t even eat your fill. If you’re late, you’ll starve to death. Let’s not talk about the risk. Even if you get a gun pressed against your head, if you have money, you’ll definitely do it!”
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In Z country, there were endless streams of roads and streets. Occasionally, when they passed by the downtown area, they could hear the beautiful female announcer’s voice coming from the speakers:
“Hello, everyone. I’m Xiao Xiao from the radio and television station. Recently, there have been several cases of missing children in z country. There have been endless cases. I hope that all parents can take good care of their children and not leave their children alone in an unattended place…”. “…”. “…”
…”.
At the edge of Country M, on a certain archipelago.
A group of five, six, and seven-year-old children were being escorted to this island.
Looking at the number of people, there were a total of fifty of them. The children were being escorted to this archipelago. They looked around, some were afraid, some were crying, and some were silent.
The people who were escorting these children were the twenty to thirty Myanmar men.
This group of Myanmar men handed over the money to the person in charge of the archipelago, then they took the money and left.
When they left, they even turned to look at the group of children and let out a hearty laugh.
“Little Babies, uncle will send you all here.”
After saying this, the Myanmar Man laughed and left with the other group of Myanmar men happily.
The fifty children who were brought into the archipelago all cried and screamed.
“Mommy! I want Mommy! I want to go home!”
“Daddy, Grandma, Where Are You? where is this place? SOB, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob…”
“Sob –”
Fear, panic, screaming, and crying. The cries of the 50 children who were not even 10 years old resounded throughout the entire place.
The entire island was filled with the cries of the children.
However, in contrast to this group of wailing children, there was a five-year-old little girl in the crowd.
The little girl was exquisite and beautiful. She had a pair of sharp and deep large eyes. Her eyelashes were long and narrow. The moment they fluttered up and down, it made one’s heart melt.
She shut her mouth and did not cry or make a scene. She was neither afraid nor panicking. She just stared fixedly at the 20 to 30 Burmese men who had tricked them into abducting them into the archipelago and abducting them into this hellish and cruel island.
“Ahhhhh! Mommy! I want Mommy!”
A child next to her cried and shouted as she accidentally bumped into the little girl’s body. The little girl seemed to not feel anything and just stood there from the beginning until the end, she stared at the 20-30 Burmese men who had taken away the reward and hugged each other as they cheered and left.
She memorized all the faces of the 20-30 Burmese men who had kidnapped them into the archipelago!
[ the author has something to say: This is the first story of the growth of a spy. It’s about how the heroine and god Ji grew up in an assassin organization. Mo Mo, I love you all ]
