"They said I swallowed seven figures of casino data and tied up six people who couldn't move - but I was just a truck driver."
My name is Zhou Kun, and I have worked as a "ferryman" at Ruili Port for five years, specializing in transporting shady "goods" across the border.
Until that night, I accepted an order: six special passengers, double the reward, and a death text message with a countdown.
Only after crossing the border did I know:
Among the people I "tied up" was an accountant who held the life and death book of a casino in northern Myanmar;
The data I "swallow" can detonate the largest money laundering network in the Golden Triangle;
The account transferred to me belonged to the group my father last contacted before he disappeared twenty years ago.
Now:
The casino armed forces wanted to sink me into the Mekong River, and the border police posted a wanted notice for me at the entry gate;
A mysterious woman in a cheongsam is making arrangements in the dark, and mercenaries with blood eagles embroidered on their sleeves have blocked all exits.
The only way to survive is to win a card game for her in which the jade mine is used as a bargaining chip——
The opponents are warlords, drug lords, and the enemy who killed his father.
But no one told me:
When the cards were being dealt, I discovered that the dark pattern on the back of the poker was exactly the same as the one on my father's relics.
The eyes of the tiger head painting on the third floor of the casino were looking through the camera at the listening device I had just put under the card table.
——Who is the chess piece and who is the dealer?
Reading tips:
Borderline survival wisdom + high IQ counterattack, rejecting the trick of reducing intelligence
Every chapter is a gamble of life and death, with a full rhythm and density
Based on the real ecology of northern Myanmar, details can withstand scrutiny
The double and dark lines of father and son are intertwined,
