As soon as I was shot, I was reborn - back to the Myawaddy factory in 2020, with my newborn daughter lying next to me.
But my daughter didn't cry. She said to me in the voice of a three-year-old baby: "Mom, I am Nian Nian. In my previous life, I was made into a can when I was just born."
In this life, I climbed up from the milking machine with the thought of predicting danger:
Are the scumbag boyfriend and his family still cheating on girls? I send them into the hole I dug;
The devil in the park still wants to rip off his waist? I gave them a taste of the tortures they invented;
Warlord and drug lord want to escape? Nian Nian curled her little finger: "Mom, they are next~"
Others were reborn to build careers, but I was reborn to bring down the entire Golden Triangle black industry chain.
But the higher I climb, the more I find that the black hands behind it are not just northern Myanmar...
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