Nat Nwe - One Hand in Hand with Death

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Van Buren stopped at the top of a rocky cliff, a cliff that touched the blue sky. He sat on a rock and took out his pipe and his tobacco pouch.

He is in his forties or fifties, tall and well built, with a strong build. His hair is starting to turn gray around his ears. He has served as a police officer for a year, and his blue eyes reflect the strength of his heart and mind.

A moment later, Sergeant Jair arrived near him and threw him on the ground, gasping for breath.

“Sergeant, it’s good to come to a place like this more often.”

Van Buren said.

"Just let me go, sir, I'll come, father."

"I haven't had a day off since Wari, it's been a long time since I last rested, and it's already a day that will make history in my life."

Van Bru smiled and lit the cigarette.

"Sergeant, it's not a good idea to get into this job."

An explosion echoed from a distance. The sergeant sat up quickly.

"What's that sound?"

"Quarrying"

"My brothers' labor camp?"

Dwyer looked out over the vast expanse of the land. He squinted his eyes and stared out. For the first time in months, he felt at peace. The fresh air drove the city life from him. It was a delightful coincidence, as well as a strange reason, that the old man should have thought of visiting a notorious prison in Britain on such a day.

One thing he noticed during the two years he had been with the Special Intelligence Unit was that Police Colonel Divan Brue had a way of handling big cases on his own terms.

"Let's go"

Van Buren said.

Boyar rolled over and got up. He saw a dead goat hanging from a bush in the valley to his left.

"Is it possible to see the meaning of death in a place like this, on a day like this?"

"No matter where you go, you can't avoid death."

Then Van Brue looked at the phone booth and stared at it.

"When the snow melts, this land is a dangerous wilderness. No matter how far a person travels all day, in the end he will end up back where he started."

"No one can escape this phone-sick land, that's what they say, isn't it?"

Voyeur opened her mouth.

"Yes, that's right. In the history of this area, only one person has ever disappeared, and that person was most likely buried in a mud puddle. How scary those mud puddles are."

"If it's good, it can even swallow a three-ton truck."

"It's a great place to build a prison."

“That’s why they built this prison here.” Van Bruehl climbed into the car parked on the narrow street below. Dwyer followed. He stepped over the grass and puddles, and water seeped into his boots through the laces.

When Dwyer reached the car, Van Bruegel was already sitting in it, so he climbed behind the steering wheel, started the engine, and drove off.

He was hot and tired. His feet were wet. He was angry. But he tried to push it away.

"One hundred and seventy miles, my feet are wet and my ankles are sore, I think he's responsible for that."

Van Bru turned abruptly. His blue eyes were cold and hard.

“I think so too, teacher.”

Dwyer sighed. He thought one of Dib Van Brue's famous storms of anger was about to explode over his head. But it didn't. Van Brue simply relit his cigarette.

So Doyle had to drive carefully. Herds of sheep and horses often crossed the road carelessly. After about ten minutes, they reached a small hill. They could see the prison in the valley below.

The mountain of Phoen Soe rises in the distance, a dull blue, almost touching the horizon. At the top of the quarry, a small red flag flutters in the wind.

The sound of the mine explosion echoed in the distance like thunder on a mountainside. As the stone wall shattered into pieces, white smoke filled the desolate land.

A whistle blew. As the prisoners emerged from one of the buildings, a Range Rover drove down the dirt road and stopped near the ditch. The driver had pale hair and blue eyes. He looked much younger than his years. His clothes were new and tight. He seemed very uncomfortable with himself. He got out of the car and

He passed prisoners loading rocks onto a car.

Officer Marvin, on duty, walked over to meet the man who had gotten out of the car. A large black Alsatian dog followed him.

"What's up, Drake? Have you given Maung Rin the task?"

"I have a letter about a man named Rogan, and the prison warden has asked for him."

Drake pulled a piece of paper from his breast pocket. Marvin signed the paper and waved it toward a small valley below.

"That's Rogan, I'll go see him."

Rogan was working with his shirt off. He was at least six feet three inches tall. Every time he swung his hammer, the muscles on his back bulged and bulged.

"Oh my God, a giant monster?"

Drake chanted.

Marvin nodded...

“No one who comes here has gained weight, but Xiao Rogan has become more and more fat, both physically and mentally, and has gained weight. He is the most terrifying person among the people here.”

"No one is coming with me."

"No need, he's just a guy waiting for his release date, so the prison guard must want to see him, he's not going to escape at a time like this."

The dredge went down. Xiao Rogan's body, which had been healthy and strong due to hard work, was truly terrifying. The large scar from the bullet on his left chest was also terrifying.

Drake stopped a yard or two from Rogan. Rogan looked up. His sharp chin and short beard covered both cheeks. His eyes were as pale as the water on a rock. Or the mist of an autumn day. They were calm, without revealing any inner feelings. They seemed to be hiding secrets. His face was the face of a soldier. It was the face of a wise man. But it was certainly not the face of a criminal.

"Shan Rogan?"

Derek asked.

The human giant nodded.

"Yes, it's me, what's the matter?"

There was not a hint of emotion in his tone, making Drake sound like a rookie being interrogated by a superior officer.

"The prison warden has something to talk about."

Rogan grabbed his shirt from a nearby rock and pulled it over his head. He then followed Drake. He held the large rock-breaking hammer comfortably in one hand. Rogan placed the hammer near the officer in charge and

"A gift for you"

Marvin patted his shoulder lightly.