Chapter 203 The Thunder's Means Are Never Troubled
Instead of looking for a vehicle outside, he chose the most concealed way of moving - on foot, to search for an abandoned farm where a huge sum of money was hidden.
Once you know the approximate location and the farm covers a large area, it is not difficult to find it.
After walking about one kilometer due north and west, a farm with a large area of burned vegetation appeared in Long Zhan's field of vision.
Long Zhan recalled the plot and roughly understood the origin of this scorched land.
It seems that this place was once a poppy cultivation land with an annual output value of over 100 million. Later, the US military and the Afghan police forces burned this place.
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The one who took the lead in carrying out the burning mission was Team E, who was now killed.
That is to say, after this poppy cultivation land was burned down, someone brought a large amount of cash and hid it here, and arranged for someone to take care of it. Only then did a series of subsequent things happen.
The money was hidden in a farm that had just been thoroughly searched and jointly attacked by the military and police.
Treat the most dangerous place as the safest place.
have to say.
The mastermind behind the scenes is so meticulous that it would be a pity not to be a conspirator.
Seeing the burned planting land, Long Zhan put aside his last worries, pulled out an Afghan knife with his backhand and moved towards the house next to the farm.
In my memory, there is a person guarding here, and I must kill him before I can get the money.
"No longer in the house? Could it be..."
Long Zhan searched around the house and saw no one in the last house he entered. Looking at the entire empty farm, there was only one last place left -
Kanjing!
Most areas of Afghanistan suffer from drought and water shortage. In order to ensure that farms have enough water for irrigation, farms have built underground water storage canals since ancient times.
In Afghanistan it is called a qanjing.
This kind of karst has lasted for thousands of years, and this ancient method is still used today, which shows how slowly Afghanistan's agricultural development has progressed.
Long Zhan didn’t know where the entrance to the Kanjing was. When he was watching the TV series, he acted at night and didn’t take any clear pictures.
Fortunately, Long Zhan remembered that the entrance to the well was covered by a wavy colored steel tile, and the surrounding terrain was relatively flat.
Using these two pieces of information as a reference, Long Zhan quickly found the suspected entrance to the well on the farm on the left side of the house.
Two colored steel tiles were fixed together with two wooden strips and laid on a flat dirt floor, exactly as they looked in memory.
There is no one inside the farm house, which proves that the person guarding here is probably in this manhole.
The sound of opening the colored steel tiles and going in is too loud, which can easily alert the people inside. If he has a gun in his hand, it would be too dangerous to go in hastily.
Long Zhan decided to wait and see!
There's nothing inside but a pile of money, and there's no way that guy can stay down there forever.
After returning to the house and hiding behind the door, Long Zhan waited for about 10 minutes. He heard the unique clattering sound of the colored steel tiles being dragged.
"coming!"
Long Zhan's eyes flashed and he got ready.
The sound of footsteps gradually came from far to near, and then the closed wooden door was pushed open from the outside, and a long-haired young man wearing a robe walked in.
Long Zhan, who had been hiding behind the door, kicked him on the back of his vest and kicked him into the house.
After closing the door again with his backhand, Long Zhan walked over slowly.
The young man flew so far and landed on his chest, which almost took his last breath out. The pain in his chest made him almost faint.
Long Zhan walked slowly behind him, and he was still lying on the ground groaning hard.
Long Zhan was not in a hurry, grabbed the wooden chair next to him, and sat next to him.
The sound of the chair being dragged was transmitted through the ground, and the young man finally reacted. He turned sideways and took a look, and found a huge shadow.
He was so frightened that he couldn't even see anyone clearly. He kicked his feet on the ground and crawled backwards in fear.
It wasn't until his back hit the wall that he could no longer retreat, then he stuttered in fear and said, "Who are you? What are you going to do if you break into my house?"
Long Zhan walked over with the chair and sat down one meter in front of the young man again.
The Afghan knife in his hand was spinning, and he said in a condescending and cold voice: "I ask you to answer, you only have two seconds, and you will be punished every time you exceed the time limit.
May I have your name?"
The young man might have been frightened by Long Zhan's size and hadn't come to his senses for a while, or maybe he didn't realize the seriousness of the matter and didn't answer Long Zhan's question.
"Question 1 timed out!"
As soon as Long Zhan finished speaking, cold light passed through the air, and the tip of the knife pierced the young man's arm and was nailed to the wall.
"Ah~wu——"
The heart-breaking pain from being pierced through his arm made the young man open his mouth and scream uncontrollably.
But as soon as the sound came out of his throat, Long Zhan used a very fast technique to insert a wooden stick and stuff it back.
So powerful.
Two front teeth were broken.
The young man suffered two heavy blows in a year, and finally realized that the strong man standing in front of him was a violent maniac even more ruthless than the devil.
"Second question, why are you here." After Long Zhan asked the question, he took the wooden stick out of his mouth.
After witnessing the ferocity of the dragon battle, the young man was in pain, his mouth was full of blood, his face was covered with beads of sweat, and he was trembling all over.
But I didn't dare to scream again, let alone show any slightness.
He immediately replied: "This... is not my farm. My cousin... takes care of... the farm for his owner. I... rented this farm from my cousin."
The young man was missing two front teeth and his speech was leaky. He spoke intermittently throughout the paragraph, but the meaning was probably made clear.
"Very good, you are very obedient. The first question is, besides you, is there anyone else here?" Long Zhan then asked another question.
"No, it's just me. My wife has gone home with the child. As long as you don't kill me, no one will know that you are here."
The young man mistakenly thought that Long Zhan was a terrorist, and while answering, he also made a guarantee, hoping to save his life.
"Just you? That's fine."
Long Zhan smiled.
When the young man saw the devil laughing, he also laughed too. His mouth was full of blood and his smile was uglier than crying. He thought that Long Zhan had been persuaded by him and was willing to let him go.
result……
"You can go to your God."
After Long Zhan finished speaking, he took out the Afghan knife inserted in the young man's arm and cut his neck with his backhand, leaving a very thin slit.
The small crack soon turned into a red line, and eventually blood spurted out.
Long Zhan stood up in advance to avoid the spurting blood. Without even looking at the body lying on the ground, twitching and spurting blood, he picked up the big bag on the ground and walked out.
The path went straight to the entrance of the kansei. When the colored steel tiles covering it were lifted, a passage appeared in front of them.
"Finally got it!"
Looking at the wooden ladder leading to the underground trench, thinking that the 10 million that had been carefully prepared for so many years was right in front of him, Long Zhan's heartbeat began to accelerate uncontrollably. (To be continued)