Roaming in the world of film and television

a week later.

HK International Airport.

Lin Yue walked out from the airport pick-up gate, and saw Ruan Wen, who was wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses, and carrying a brown LV leather bag, in the crowd, looking inside eagerly.

Some people held up signs with names written on them, some enthusiastically called names of acquaintances, and Miss Painter, who finally hoped to return to her man after more than a month, walked forward quickly, passed her arms under her ribs, and hugged him tightly. Hold his shoulders, rest your head on his chest and breathe hard, as if you want to inhale his scent into your body and keep it in your heart.

A couple in their twenties next to them kissed passionately as if no one else was around, and even though he had been away for more than a month, he still went to dangerous areas like the Golden Triangle. He didn't care about ignoring the eyes of the onlookers, but hugged him very restrainedly.

"You're back."

"Well, I'm back."

He couldn't help laughing, and said that the shortcut to a woman's soul is so-and-so, and he was right.

When he visited Juarez, Havana, Dublin, Bangalore, and Pakse, she could still keep calm and maintain the posture of a goddess when he returned to Vancouver. What about now? The two had a close relationship for a few days, and she went to the Golden Triangle for a month by herself, and when she came back, she fell completely.

When the two embraced, Danto walked out of the airport with the suitcase in his hand, and his jaw almost dropped when he saw the chivalrous and tender look of the police officer Lin who used him as a servant, and stared and stared at his small naked eyes, rubbing Knead and knead.

This person killed more than a hundred people in less than an hour in Marinzhai. That guy didn't even blink his eyes. Now it's fine. Changing places and scenes is like changing people.

Ka~

Ka~

Ka~

At this time, there was a sound of pressing the shutter on the opposite side, and the flash of the camera made people dizzy.

Several reporters gathered around Lin Yue and Ruan Wen to take pictures, causing the passengers on and off the plane and the pick-up person to discuss a lot, not knowing the identity of the man and woman hugging each other.

It took a while for them to hear a name --- Ruan Wen from insiders.

Most people were still puzzled. After all, she was not a well-known movie star. Only a few people showed surprise expressions. Thinking of the newspaper report a year ago, they did not expect that Ms. Ruan, a so-called national treasure painter, had a new boyfriend.

Danto is from northern Myanmar. He can understand Mandarin but not Cantonese, but this does not prevent him from understanding the scene in front of him. It seems... Police Officer Lin has an amazing girlfriend.

Just as he was thinking, something happened that made Danto dumbfounded.

When others saw the reporter following the camera, they would hide away. Lin Yue didn't do that. He took off the sunglasses that Ruan Wen used to cover his face, hugged her head and kissed her directly. It was all done under Miss Painter's astonished, shy and blank gaze. Zhong looked at the reporters.

"My name is Lin Yue, Miss Ruan's boyfriend."

Lin Yue faced the camera with a smile and let the reporter take pictures continuously.

"Is the filming over? Let's go after filming."

About half a minute later, he nodded apologetically to the onlookers, took Ruan Wen's hand and strode forward.

People gave way one after another and watched the two leave.

"This guy named Lin Yue is so courageous."

"People call it self-confidence!"

"Ruan Wen? Is that the famous painter? Rich, famous and beautiful, how can such a good thing not happen to me?"

"Wake up, just like the situation just now, your pants will be wet after changing. Look at that Mr. Lin again, he is calm and calm, ordinary people don't have such a bearing."

"..."

Danto walked forward while pulling the suitcase, while swearing in his heart, if you see the picture of him killing people, you will understand everything.

...

Coming out of the airport, Lin Yue and Dan Tuo got into Ruan Wen's car and drove towards the hotel.

There were too many people talking before and did not introduce the two of them. It was not until they left the airport that Ruan Wen knew Danto’s name and identity—a hostage rescued by Police Officer Lin from drug dealers. Seeing his pity, he brought HK and asked Ruan Wen to work. Office to find him a job so that Danto can stay in HK.

Naturally, Ruan Wen would not refuse, and readily agreed.

Danto has absolutely no objection to the fact that Police Officer Lin uses his downfall to set off his tallness. Who would want to work as a drug dealer's driver in the Golden Triangle if he can find a good job in HK?

Arriving at the hotel at 3:00 p.m., Lin Yue told Danto to put his luggage in Ruan Wen's room, and then told him to go to the front desk to get a room, not too close or too far away from them.

Go to the front desk and get a room...

This is a five-star hotel. Can he stay for a day with the money he got from helping drug dealers transport opium in the Golden Triangle?

"Officer Lin..."

"Don't call me Police Officer Lin from now on, I'm five years older than you, just call me Big Brother Lin."

After Lin Yue finished speaking, he took out two gold bars from his pocket and threw them over: "Take it to any gold shop and exchange it for some money."

"..."

Danto was very speechless. Two 200g gold bars would cost 3000 yuan in Hong Kong dollars. How could it be the same as a few pocket money in his mouth?

This cheap big brother is so generous.

"Leave quickly." Lin Yue glared at him, turned around and walked back to the room, closing the door with a bang.

Danto shivered, and quickly packed the gold bars and went downstairs. He didn't read much, but he was not stupid. He knew what Officer Lin was going to do next, and his current job was to go as far as he could.

...

Lin Yue and Ruan Wen hadn't gone out since they returned to their room in the afternoon.

The next day, when Dan Tolai was on the big bed in a five-star hotel, lamenting that the pinnacle of life had come, Lin Yue saw He Weilan in the parking lot downstairs.

"Brother."

"What's wrong?"

She handed over a magazine.

The lace news written by a third-rate author who doesn't know where it came from, police officer Lin has a new nickname--Ruan Fan Wang, and the accompanying picture is the scene of him kissing Miss Painter in public at the airport yesterday.

"Brother, is this okay?"

Lin Yue said: "They can write whatever they like, and I have nothing to lose."

"People's words are terrible."

"You also think of me as a little boy, the king of soft rice?"

He Weilan kept silent, the meaning was obvious——are you not?

Lin Yuete was speechless, thinking that he was once a rich man with a net worth of tens of billions, and he really didn't pay much attention to Ruan Wen's property.

"How about the thing I asked you to check before I left?"

Upon hearing this, He Weilan returned to her usual seriousness, took out a document from her briefcase and handed it over.

"How did you find out about this?"

"intuition."

Women's intuition is often manifested in detecting cheating and catching mistresses, while men's intuition...

He Weilan handed over a cigarette: "Brother, what should we do next?"

Lin Yue took the cigarette and put it in his mouth, and patted the document on his hand: "Since the previous guess is correct, it seems that we have to go to Eastern Europe."

"What's the meaning?"

"Do you still remember acid-free paper? I checked the company's past orders, and there are a few batches that are related to the items in the document. There is also a gravure printing machine brought by the 'painter'. This thing is closely watched by governments around the world. Even if the equipment has been scrapped, it is impossible to sell it openly, let alone the equipment once used by the central bank, and one of the companies that bought acid-free paper has an address in Poland, which is a straight line away from the gravure printing machine auction. The distance is less than 50 kilometers. If the situation in Poland is the same as I think, the identity of the fifth person can basically be confirmed."

"Brother, do you know that when you are thinking..."

"Um?"

"No, nothing."

She shook her head, as if trying to hide something, and took out a newspaper from her briefcase.

It was already a few days ago, and there was a photo in the second column of the newspaper's front page. The man Lin Yue knew because he had only been sent on the road a week ago.

"Seven days ago, the Myanmar government reported the news of the demise of the Marin guerrillas. The Marin guerrillas, which had only recovered from the heavy damage suffered by the 'Painters' group two years ago, suffered another fatal blow. It is said that the death toll exceeded 150. Senior brother , this thing can't be done by you."

Lin Yue took a puff of cigarette and sprayed it on her face, the choking madam shook his head and waved his hands, coughing again and again.

"What do you say?"

Spraying smoke on someone's face is a very disrespectful gesture, but for some reason, He Weilan found that she couldn't hate it at all.

"Brother, you are a policeman, how can you do such a thing?"

If she is only skeptical about the killing of the leader of the underworld gang that broke out in Juarez, Dublin, Pakse and other places, then Lin Yue's trip to the Golden Triangle is over, and after reading this article, she can basically confirm who did it Of...although, there is no proof.

"I just wanted to talk to them about the 'painter', but they didn't cooperate. They even held a gun to my head." Lin Yue rolled down the car window and lit the ashes of a cigarette outside: "You want me to be killed by them?" Kill them, or are you willing to accept the result of them being killed by me?"

He Weilan stopped talking, what could she say? She never won when she reasoned with Officer Lin.

She sighed and changed the question: "Then did you gain anything from going to the Golden Triangle?"

Lin Yue squinted his eyes and said, "Yes, and the harvest is great."

ps: I feel quite restrained. After all, the 70-year-old Rambo killed more than 40 Mexican drug dealers, right? And the protagonist is dressed in black technology, and the opponent is still a group of villagers armed~ lol