Campus Rebirth: The Strongest Female Agent

July 11, 1987.

Southeast Asia, Myanmar.

At the bazaar, many people displayed a variety of stalls and drank in the language of their country toward the people passing by.

Myanmar is not a rich country.

The street corner of the bazaar turned around countless corners, leaving nowhere secret.

Twenty or thirty shabby-dressed Burmese men sit on the ground in a variety of postures.

This group of people, without exception, are all street lumps. They can't afford to live in a house, and can even do things that are against the good for a bite of food.

"Treading" At this time, a lean man ran from the dark.

"Brothers, there is work to do! Someone on the road buys a child at a high price! But the risk is a bit high, and the bid is extremely high. Why not?"

When I heard that there was work to be done, sitting around the corner, even the stinky ditch was sitting on it, all these men who were not too dirty, stood up.

"My brother can't eat enough for a few meals, and he will starve to death later, let alone the risky thing, that is, being shot at the forehead of a man, and he has the money, it is done!"

Country Z, on the continuous roads and streets, even passing through the downtown area, you can hear such beautiful female announcers from the stereo:

"Hello everyone, I'm Xiaoxiao, an announcer on radio and television. Recently, there have been several cases of missing children in my country Z. There are endless stream of cases. I hope parents can take care of their children and don't leave them alone in unattended places. ..... "

Country M edge, an archipelago.

A group of children aged five or six was escorted to the island.

Look at this number, there are fifty. The children were escorted to the archipelago, looking around, some were afraid, some were crying, some were silent.

The children were escorted by the 20-30 Burmese men.

The Burmese men handed over the person in charge of the archipelago, took the money and left.

When they left, they turned to look at the children and gave a grinning grin.

"My darlings, my uncle will send you here."

After this Burmese man said this, he laughed and walked away with another group of Burmese men cheerfully.

All the fifty children brought into the archipelago howled and wept, screaming and shouting.

"Mom! I want mom! I want to go home oh hoo!"

"Dad, grandma, where are you, where is this, ohh ..."

"Woo--"

Frightened, flustered, screaming, and crying, the wailing of fifty children under the age of ten rang through the audience.

The whole island is full of children crying.

However, in the crowd, a five-year-old girl stood in stark contrast to this group of crying children.

The little girl was exquisite and beautiful, with a pair of big, sharp eyes, long and narrow eyelashes, and the moment of fluttering up and down, people's hearts melted along with it.

She closed her lips, didn't cry, didn't cry, didn't fear, and didn't panic, just staring at the twenty or thirty Burmese men who cheated them into the archipelago and into this hellish cruel island.

"Wow, ah! Mom! I want mom!"

A child next to him cried and screamed that he accidentally hit the little girl's body. The little girl didn't feel like it. She stood still from start to finish, staring at each other with a reward and hugging and cheering away Twenty or thirty Myanmar men.

She made a note of all the looks of these 20 or 30 Burmese men who entered the archipelago!

[The author has something to say: Beginning to update Fanwai, Fanwai's first history of agent growth, talking about the heroine and Shen Ji how they grew up in the killer organization, do you love you ~]