Part Four Chapter Fifty-Three A Handsome Man Who Appears Suddenly
I embarked on a hiking journey, not knowing where I was going or what my goal was. I only knew that I had to find a blood type suitable for Yun Junche!
The first stop I chose was to go to Iraq. A country that has been baptized by war is different from a peaceful country.
The children there didn't have enough to eat, didn't have enough clothes to wear, and suffered all day long.
I often wonder, what is Han Luoyin’s purpose in wanting me to gain the world? In my opinion, the world is already very good, but...
This visit made me appreciate another side of the world, which is war-torn and cruel.
Only then did I realize that, living in a well, I only saw the world at the mouth of the well, and did not realize that the other corners of the world were so unbearable.
Although I didn't come here for tourism, I adopted several homeless orphans.
"Hamilei, how long will it take for us to reach the town you mentioned?" A little boy of about eleven or two years old next to me is one of my adopted sons.
His parents died in the war, and he relied on begging for food, so I left him with me.
"Miss Ai, he said there are still a few miles to go." The other person is the translator I hired from Iraq this time. After all, I don't understand the local language, so communication is very inconvenient.
Speaking of which, it has been a week since I arrived in Iraq. I have been to many places and have already developed calluses on my feet. The destination I am going to now is a resident refugee who is said to have fled from other countries.
, I ran over non-stop after asking about it from the township office.
Sometimes I always wonder, if this person flees to a country that is facing a disaster, will he become more unlucky as he flees?
Unknowingly, I was almost close to my goal. The previous few times I returned without success, which had already tortured my enthusiasm. Now, even if I reach the finish line, I have no excitement at all.
"Miss Ai, here we are, it's this family!"
Standing at the door of a dilapidated house, after the translator finished speaking, I raised my hand and knocked lightly on the door: "Excuse me, is anyone here?"
"Is anyone here?" the translator asked inside in the local language.
After about a long time, there was a "pop, pop" sound inside. The sound sounded like a chainsaw was being used, or like it was chopping something?
I looked at each other and the people who came with me around me, frowned, took a deep breath, and kicked open the door of this room.
"ah---------------"
"..."
"..."
Seeing the scene inside, all of us were almost stunned...
An accompanying nurse fainted on the spot.
Oh, this is indeed a cruel world, and a world where people cannibalize people.
Looking quietly ahead, a woman was chopping a pile of meat on the table with a knife, and at her feet lay a bloody and mutilated corpse.
Looking to the other side, a skinny child was sitting by the bed, waiting for his mother's food.
perhaps……
The person they should enjoy this meal is the only man in the family, their husband, their father, right?
It is impossible to determine whether this man voluntarily asked his wife and children to enjoy him, and it is impossible to prove whether this man was alive or dead before being eaten.
The tragedy of society is that examples of "people cannibalizing people" can be seen everywhere.
However, what this "person" eats is another person's "wealth"
I remember that Mr. Lu Xun once wrote about a society where people cannibalize people. He has tried nearly a thousand examples, and such examples are still everywhere.
The reason why one's own kind can eat human flesh is probably because there is no other way out...
After a while, the police car arrived at this remote town, escorted the mother and son into the police car, and took a mutilated corpse back to the autopsy room.
After verification, the deceased was male and the cause of death was...
Starved to death, and his blood type was exactly what I was looking for. Unfortunately, I arrived a step too late. As for the child, he was not the man's biological son.
Huhu...
Just imagine, if one day you are hungry enough, will you eat the corpses of your relatives?
The answer is... yes!
This is just human survival instinct, but before cultivating everyone to "have this" survival instinct, I will work hard to help everyone live a good life.
I didn't stay any longer, so I left this city where "people eat people."
The children I adopted were also brought back to China by my entourage.
Flying to the next country alone, not knowing what is waiting for me there?
The fearful heart gradually began to cry, and the only glimmer of hope was right in front of me!
Arriving in Johannesburg, South Africa, the environment was completely different from the environment we had enjoyed in Iraq.
Johannesburg is the largest city in South Africa. It is a transportation, cultural, industrial and commercial center, and is also known as the Golden Capital. However, it is located on an inland plateau at an altitude of about 1,800 meters. The temperature difference between day and night is large, and the climate is relatively mild.
Haha, rich countries are indeed different. It is said that this year's World Cup will be held in South Africa.
After leaving the hotel, I searched all over the local archives management office, but they refused to disclose local information to me.
In the end, it was Han Xiye who called me from overseas and begged them before they were willing to tell me that they had the notes on people with special blood types.
His surname is Tal. Unfortunately, his address is old, his new address has not been announced, and his name has also been changed. Only the situation is Tal.
Therefore, relatively speaking, finding this person is basically like finding a needle in a haystack, because there are more than 30 people named Tal in this city alone.
According to the information given to me by the file management staff, I took the lead in going to the address of the first suspected person.
It's relatively cold in South Africa at night. Walking on the crossroads and looking at the signs, I was basically lost because I didn't understand the South African language at all.
Looking around aimlessly, I suddenly saw a motorcycle driving in the distance.
Dash out of the road in two steps...
With a sound of "Here-----", the motorcycle suddenly stopped in front of me.
"Sorry, I'm really sorry. I'm lost. I'm trying to find Alban Street." He nodded quickly to the motorcycle owner and talked to the South African in English that was not very fluent. It felt like there was something wrong with his lips.
What a fool.
After all, my entourage was still on the way to South Africa, so I couldn't waste a moment and took the lead in going alone.
Seeing that he didn't respond, I frowned slightly and said to myself: "Doesn't he understand English?!"
"Miss..." At this moment, the man driving the motorcycle spoke. What he said was actually Chinese??? "You don't have to speak English to me, I can understand Chinese."
Looking up at him, his voice sounded playful. He got off the motorcycle and raised his hand to take off his helmet.
Under the dim light of the street lights, this man was about 1.8 meters tall, with a honey-colored complexion and short golden hair. This hair color matched with his golden skin, making him look very healthy and strong.
Look at his appearance...
A pair of peach blossom eyes exuding a bohemian feeling, a high bridge of nose, and water-colored lips, making him very handsome and charming.
Looking at it, I thought he was a replica of Ramses in the comic "The Sky is Red". (The Egyptian character in the comic, Ramses I, has blond hair, honey color
Skin, personality: Passionate, gentle and romantic.)
"Heh, heh... That's good, that's good..." I nodded awkwardly and handed him the address in my hand: "Do you know where this place is?"
The man looked me up and down first, then grabbed the address in my hand, leaned on the motorcycle and looked at it carefully: "Oh, of course I know this."
"How to get there?" The man had a wicked smile on his lips and put the address in his pocket: "I can take you there! But... you have to pay me 100 US dollars for traveling expenses."
Huh! Looking at this man’s evil smile, I knew he was going to ask for money. Forget it, I don’t care about $100, so I smiled at him honestly: “Okay, okay.”
"Well, let's get in the car." The man turned over and sat in the car. My expression suddenly turned cold and I quickly sat behind him.
"Why don't you open it yet?"
After asking politely, he threw me a helmet and said calmly: "Do you just want to sit in my car like this?"
Then what should he do like me? Ride on him? Or ride on his neck? "Haha, isn't this okay?"
"Hmph..." The man snorted disdainfully, glanced at me, and without saying hello, stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped off with a "buzz" sound.
Damn him!
Didn’t you know to tell me before driving? I was shocked, my breasts are so big!
My hands subconsciously hugged his waist, and he turned his head slightly, showing me a smirk again.
Damn it, does he want me to hug him emotionally?
Heh, he must have thought of me as a rural girl? Or was he just a rustic? He wasn't afraid that I would not only refuse to give him my money but also kill him when I got out of the car?!
Along the way, the man's body kept rubbing against my chest. My anger had already reached the top of my head. If I didn't want to take advantage of him, I really wanted to strangle him to death.
The hand holding his waist became tighter and tighter, signaling that if he dared to take advantage of me, I would strangle him to death on the motorcycle.
Unexpectedly, not only did he show no restraint, he actually lowered his hand that was holding the handle of the motorcycle and gradually came towards me.
"Are you going to let us both die on this motorcycle?" I couldn't bear it anymore, so I changed my friendly attitude and asked him coldly.
"Humph, don't worry, I won't die even if I don't hold the handlebars with both hands." After saying that, he really let go of the motorcycle handlebars with both hands, quickly carried his back behind him, and grabbed my...
Damn it, do you know what plucking a tiger's hair is?
I remember that when Han Luoyin and I were not familiar with each other before, he was afraid that I would rush out of the car and accidentally pressed my chest.
But this man obviously wanted to take advantage of me. His hands that invaded my breasts kept grabbing at me. I felt like he was getting tired of living!
"If you don't take your hands away, I will cut off your hands, do you believe it?" After saying the cold words, he was stunned for a moment, and immediately took away his hands that were grabbing my breasts.
"Hey, why are you so stingy? I just want to capture your two "advantages" without losing any meat."
"Really?" With a condensed smile, I held a hand around his waist and quickly moved to his vitals, and squeezed hard...
"Ah----------" A miserable cry quickly spread throughout the dark streets.
The motorcycle stopped by the roadside, and he sat on the sidewalk with a pale face, while I held my hands in front of me and looked at him with a smile.
"Aren't you too cruel as a woman?" He asked me angrily.
Smiling slightly, he responded in the same tone as before: "I'm just trying to capture your "strengths", and you won't lose any meat!!!"
"You..." The man pointed at me painfully, but he didn't know how to fight back.
At this moment, the sounds of countless motorcycles and bright probe lights came from the dark and deep streets.
The man's expression changed, he stood up immediately, grabbed my arm and said, "Quickly!"
As soon as we were about to get on the motorcycle, we were surrounded by 20 motorcycles.
One of the leaders took off his helmet and looked at the man who was leading me with a smile: "Eto'o, the new horse?"
The leader can also speak Chinese. It seems that they are all from Chinatown in South Africa, right?
The man who led me the way was named Eto'o.
His originally nervous expression suddenly turned into a devilish smile. He raised his hand and hung the helmet on the handlebar: "Torres, if you want to compete, you'd better change the time. As for me, and
My woman still has business to attend to!"
I stood aside and watched everything quietly without refuting Eto'o's introduction to me.
"Huh, are you scared?"
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Torres, you have to pay attention to what you say. I have never lost in a competition with you, right?!"
Eto'o finished speaking leisurely, and the man who was looking for trouble laughed with his friends: "In that case, let's have a competition!"
Looking at Eto'o's hands, his fists were clenched, and I could feel that he didn't want to compete with them at all!
"Haha, okay, okay, okay just pretend that I'm scared, can I go?!" With that, Eto'o glanced at me and immediately got on the motorcycle. When I was about to get on the motorcycle, who
Didn't I know that those gangsters suddenly caught me?!
"Hey..." Eto'o frowned slightly when he saw this, but still maintained an evil look: "Why are you arresting my woman?"
"Eto'o, if you don't compete with me, I will rape your woman first and then kill her."
Amen, I’m just thinking of praying to myself right now, rape me first and then kill me?!
Damn it, except for those who dare to say this these days, if they can say it, they are waiting for me to explode their crotches.
Watching all this with an expressionless face, and just about to defeat the men who grabbed me, Eto'o suddenly said: "Okay! Bi!"
Oh, look at this, this guy's character seems very out of character, but he is quite loyal, right?
It just so happens that I don't want to cause trouble in South Africa, so let's ask them to compete.
Gradually, the two motorcycles were running side by side. As the can was kicked up into the sky, the man named Torres was seen escaping out of the motorcycle with a "whoosh".
In contrast, Eto'o remained where he was and remained motionless.
"Why don't you open it?" I asked curiously.
He raised his hand and took off his helmet, and showed me a charming smile: "Huh, in my game, there is never such a word as losing. As long as I want something, I will grab it!"
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Ah……
Another domineering man was born. He once said, "As long as I want something, I have to grab it." Then I will see how he can catch up with Torres who has already overwhelmed him!
Finally, when Torres finished a lap, Eto'o slowly put on his helmet and started the car.
I saw that his car was moving forward at a rapid speed. It seemed that his confidence was indeed not arrogance.
"Eto'o will definitely lose this time."
"Yes, Boss Torres put oil in the corner. Eto'o always likes to turn on the inside to save time. If he turns on the inside at this time... hahahahaha."
Holy shit!
My heart tightened and my brows furrowed. From the whispers of those gangsters, I could tell that the reason why Eto'o was great was because he always used the technique of turning small turns on the inside. This technique only has
Only professional racers can master it.
However, if the opponent moves his hands or feet in the small inner bend, then with Eto'o's speed and the curvature of the inner bend, he will definitely fall to death due to the momentum!
Seeing that Eto'o was about to make his first small turn, I didn't even tell him about the ambush set by the enemy at this time.
He opened his eyes wide and prayed that Eto'o would be safe.
When we reached the sharp turn, everyone showed ferocious smiles, except for me who looked nervous.
At this moment, Eto'o's car was seen spinning around a few times at that corner, so he turned the front of the car with great effort to keep the car stable.
"Huh..." He breathed a sigh of relief, while the others looked disappointed.
"It doesn't matter. There are three circular turns in total. He already knows that there is oil there, and he will probably pass the big turn. In this way, the boss will definitely win!"
Damn it, these little love bastards set up a double trap. If they can’t kill Eto’o, they will make him lose in the game? It’s really dark!!!
Wait and see what happens, wait and see what happens. I always feel that Eto'o is not a simple man. Just from his deep eyes, you can tell that he should be very, very smart. These little bastards can't play with him!
The second corner was approaching, and Eto'o did not follow the expectations of those little bastards and continued to drive on the inner ring road.
The motorcycle was slipping, and with every turn, there was a feeling that Eto'o was juggling on the verge of death. Perhaps this was his brilliance, that he held life in his own hands, not the God of Death!!
!
Arriving at the third corner, Eto'o still made beautiful turns, and at the same time overtook Torres, whom he had missed for a lap.
"Fuck! I told him to win again!"
"We are out of luck this time!"
"Yes, Boss Torres made a bet with the gang boss, and this time we lost our lives!"
"What should I do?"
The group of hooligans were muttering on the side, and their meaning clearly implied that Torres still had a bet with others. This time, he could only win but not lose. If they failed, what would the underworld boss who made the bet with them do to him?
Woolen cloth?
Just when I was thinking about it, I saw Eto'o rushing towards me at a fast speed on his motorcycle. The little Gungun who was escorting me around saw this and quickly let go of his hand.
With a "Zi" sound, the rear end of his motorcycle tilted up, and he almost rolled over, but I knew it was just him doing a difficult move!
"Silly bitches, get in the car quickly!!!"
He finished speaking nervously, and I suddenly felt like I couldn't laugh or cry, "Silly bitch?" Is this the word he also called?
Without wasting any more time, I guess I had the same idea as him, that is, Torres would never lose this game like this!
I have already wasted a lot of precious time because of Torres's appearance, so I must not waste any more time, otherwise I will directly kill the group of people blocking the way!
He ran two steps quickly and stepped onto Eto'o's motorcycle. The group of stupid-looking gangsters were just about to chase after him, but Eto'o had already started the car.
"Oh, I know they can't afford to lose. I hate competing with people like this!"
After Eto'o muttered to himself, I was stunned for a moment: "Hey, let me ask you, there is oil at the corner, why do you have to turn hard in the last two corners?"
Eto'o smiled slightly, turned his head and looked at me with a wicked smile: "Do you think I'm handsome?!"
"I think you are a stupid bitch. If you were calling me a stupid bitch, would I tell you to become a woman right now? Believe it or not?!"
Eto'o shrugged his shoulders slightly and shook his head indifferently: "Baby, do you want me to take off my pants and castrate you now?!"
"..." He shouldn't be a relative of Yun Junche anymore, right? Why is he so similar to the old Yun Junche's arrogant personality? The only difference is that it seems that Yun Junche has no ambition,
And this Eto'o is full of ambition!!!
Stretching out my hand, I slowly pinched his shoulders, and I said coldly: "I tell you, Eto'o is not a woman, it's all your fault. You'd better lead the way for me quickly, otherwise I'll force you to do it."
If you are worried, I will wait carefully until you reach the end point, and then I will ask you to see the King of Hell!"
"Yeah, the King of Hell is my uncle, the God of Death is my brother-in-law, and Pluto is my old cousin. They won't accept me." After he finished speaking glibly, he suddenly asked curiously: "By the way, what are you doing in that place?
?Could it be that your relatives are there?"
"I want……"
Before I finished speaking, I saw dozens of cars walking not far away, their headlights bright and dazzling. Eto'o's expression suddenly became serious: "Silly bitch, I may not be able to take you to your destination as promised.
, as soon as I get off the motorcycle, you can quickly escape on my motorcycle, do you understand?!"
"Hey, I'm saying this once! Don't scream..."
"I'm asking you, do you understand?!!!!!!" His roaring voice made me stunned.
Damn it, in my memory, no one seems to have yelled at me like this, right? He is the first...
Moreover, does he really think of me as a stupid bitch? Do you think those obstacles in front of me can scare me?
Looking forward, we saw a dense crowd of people leaning in front of the car, waiting for our arrival.
Looking behind me, the group of gangsters riding motorcycles just now are chasing after me. I am afraid there is a wolf in front and a tiger behind?!
Is it possible that the enemies ahead are members of the gang organization mentioned by Torres' group?
Ha... interesting!
"FUCK! The plan has changed. You will follow me soon. I will protect you!" Eto'o said seriously and very macholy. He held the hand on the handlebar and grabbed mine tightly.
hand.
Smiling slightly, I looked at his burly back. I really wanted to see, will he protect me? Or will I protect him?