My name is Huang Senli. This novel tells the story of a fictional Southeast Asian rescuer who travels through fraud zones in various countries and repeatedly competes with dangers.
From the jungles of Myawaddy to the streets of Kokang, from the late night in Tachileik to the dawn at the border, the protagonist and the team once carried high rewards, caught between gunshots and surveillance, to bring trapped compatriots back to the motherland from despair. We have seen the scars on the fictional characters, heard the cries of the mother Qianli Xunzi, and in the negotiations with the warlords and armed forces in the park, every second is a bargaining chip of life and death.
There is no aura of cool writing here, only the fear of being shot when crossing the river, the suffocation at the negotiation table, and the choked words "go home" when the compatriots set foot on the country. I write this to reveal the cruel truth about fraud in Southeast Asia, and to tell everyone: No matter what darkness you are trapped in, hope and we will never give up on you.
This story is purely fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental!
This story is purely fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental!
This story is purely fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental.
This story is purely fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental.
This story is purely fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental.
This story is purely fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental!
This story is purely fictitious and any similarities are purely coincidental. Thank you for reading!