"It's good not to take drugs..." Feiren praised casually, as if saying "It's good not to smoke". Then he clenched his palm and pinched the small bag of ice into powder, and then took off the rag with his other hand.
The unbearable plastic bag put the powder around the nostrils and sucked it away.
The gangster was stunned. He had never seen a drug-taking like this before. It was really... it was so weird!
"Suck, suck..."
Feiren twitched his nose twice and said to the gangster in disdain: "What do you think I'm doing? I'm calling you a drink!"
"Oh, oh!" The gangster responded repeatedly, and then made a gesture to the bar with a glass of wine.
The bartender first filled Feiren with wine, and then poured half a cup of whiskey for the gangster. Before the gangster could drink, the gangster found that Feiren opened his mouth and drank half a cup of wine. The last burp came out: "It's great!"
The gangster suddenly felt a little scared when he heard this, because God knew if Feilun had just absorbed powder and the effect of him was getting better, and he was holding a sand eagle in his hand. If he pulled the trigger on a whim, it would be a joke.
of.
"Why... I had too little ice powder just now, so I was not satisfied. When did you sell pills here?" Feiren asked another casually and said something that made the gangster tremble.
"Quick, it should be soon..." The gangster could only use words to make excuse Feiren, thinking that you have a gun, and when the fans come, I'm afraid you have to advise him not to sell it to you, otherwise Fantasy will be
When the son comes up, he will have to burst out the heads of several people.
Little did he know that Feilun was actually very sober, but he pretended to be a little confused. He continued to ask, "Quick...How fast can it be? Tell me the specific time!" As he said that, he pointed at the gangster's head and face.
"Yes, it must be accurate to minutes!"
The gangster's eyes kept following the black muzzle. Hearing Feiren's words, he dared not not answer, quickly glanced at the time and replied: "It will take about ten minutes!"
"Okay, four minutes is just four minutes. If the product selling fans has not appeared yet, I will ask you!" As he spoke, Feilun's gun barrel almost poked the gangster's face.
The gangster was sweating profusely and almost didn't wet his pants. At least he held it back. He corrected: "Big, brother... I'm not talking about four minutes, ten minutes, ten minutes...one two three four five six seven **ten
That ten!"
"Ah? It's going to take so long? You can't call and call people up in advance?" Feiren said with a dark face and gestured to the Shaying.
The gangster's head is not only sweating on his back, but also his forehead is covered with beads of sweat the size of beans: "Brother, boss. Don't look at pornography, gambling, drugs, pornography, gambling, drugs have always been said together. In fact, these three ways are
It's separated, at least in Dubai City. My subordinates only have more than ten younger brothers and forty ladies. They are neither involved in gambling nor drug trafficking. However, because of their familiar face, they are buying some fans from those small dismantling houses.
No problem, but I dare not do such a thing as taking the initiative to bring them over to sell goods, otherwise if something goes wrong, I may not be thrown into the Persian Gulf the next day to feed the fish."
Although the gangster's words were reasonable, Feiren couldn't control so much. He directly pressed the sand eagle on the forehead of the gangster's head and said indifferently: "Or call someone, maybe you can still see the sun tomorrow."
, or I will be shot by the head now, you can choose it yourself!"
The gangster's head clearly felt Feilun's murderous intent. He shivered and looked at Feilun in fear, looking pitiful and embarrassed.
Feiren continued: "Don't be cute with me. I count three numbers, either tell people or die, one... two..."
"I'll call, I'll call!" Life is still important. Seeing that Feilun's fingers really pressed the trigger, the gangster finally didn't dare to gamble on his life.
"Then hurry up! Oh!" Feiren said this and couldn't help but use the butt to knock on the gangster's head, which immediately caused blood to flow on his left forehead, "Damn, I just stumbled on me.
Daduo, are you calling now? He is so fucking a gangster, hurry up!”
Hearing this, the gangster didn't dare to wipe the blood from his forehead. He trembled and took out his cell phone. When he was about to dial, a thin bald man entered the bar hall and greeted the kittens two or three from time to time.
"Bang!" Feiren patted the back of the gangster's head again: "What are you looking at? Call, or do I really break up?"
"I believe, I believe, boss!" The gangster head raised his hand and surrendered, "But brother, that bald head is a small fan selling house nearby!"
"That bald head is? You dare to lie to me, be careful of your head!" As he said that, Feiren suddenly reached behind the gangster's head, put his gun down, and then collected all the Sand Eagle and the searched usp.
He walked in front of the bald head with one shaking step and three shaking steps.
The gangster was sitting at the bar with a weak head and his body was already thinking of flashing people but he couldn't move his legs anyway, because he suddenly realized that Feilun had already discovered that he had a gun, but he had not had a chance.
Whoever has the tolerant personality will be anxious if Faren is drunk. However, after thinking about this, the gangster's head became more and more sweaty and wet his back: Such a fierce person should not be enemies!
Feiren couldn't care about the idea of the gangster. He slowly shook his head to the thin bald man and asked, "Brother, do you have any fans?"
The bald man turned his head and glanced at Feiren. Seeing that he had a naive face, his eyes became alert and said coldly: "There is flour, five dollars a bag of each, or?"
Feiren was not concerned about his vigilance and sneered: "Can flour be sucked? Can it cause hallucinations?"
The bald man glared at Feiren again seriously, and smiled suddenly, "You... are interesting!" As he said that, he took out a small bag of cocaine from his butt pocket, "Originally this pack of stuff."
I kept it for myself, but if you suck it in front of me, I will sell you powder!"
Feiren glanced at the small plastic bag between the bald man's fingers and said in surprise: "I'm afraid this is not 30 grams, right? If you suck it in one go, it will probably kill you!"
"What? Are you afraid? Then just play, I don't have time to pay attention to you!" The bald man waved impatiently, as if he was using Faren as a fly.
Feiren, however, said: "But what I am worried about is not the life-threatening problem, but my wallet is not enough. If you suck all these dozens of grams of powder, you will look for me to pay the bill. I will not be able to pay so much money for the time being.
ah!"
"Don't worry, as long as you dare to suck, just think I'll treat you!" I have to say that these drug dealers are really weird enough. They invite heaven and earth to dinner, but this group of people actually invite people to attract fans.
Unexpectedly, Feilun rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "So... I'll be disrespectful!" After that, before the bald man came back to his senses, he had already taken the small bag of cocaine into his hand.
"Why……"
The bald man was quite surprised. He actually just wanted to use the excuse of [Please attract fans] to drive Feilun away. Unexpectedly, Feilun was really fucking desperate and planned to absorb a lot of cocaine at one time. He understood that the other party was
After looking for death, he hugged his chest with his hands, and the old god said to Feren on the ground: "Brother, do you have any tools to attract fans? Do you want me to lend you a set?"
"No need!" Feiren waved his hand and poured the whole bag of powder into his palm as if he had sucked ice before. Then he got closer to his nostrils, and a powerful whale sucked all the cocaine powder into his lungs.
Seeing this, the bald man was stunned.
But Feren patted his bald shoulders like he was fine and howled, "It's great—"
The bald man rolled his eyes wildly, thinking that when he felt it, you shouldn't be happy. Just watch a few seconds of silence for you!
Unfortunately, one minute, two minutes, five minutes... A quarter of an hour passed in a flash, and Feilun's face was still as usual. After discovering this point, the bald man changed slightly and was planning to fool Feilun and him to return to his boss's private research.
So, Feiren took out a stack of Franklin and stuffed it into the bald hand, patted his shoulder and said, "Why... are there any fans? Let me have half a pack as I did just now!"
When the bald man heard this, he was speechless because the bag of cocaine was the amount he had sold in the first half of the bar today. After all, ordinary addicts were satisfied with sucking up to two or three grams at a time. Not like Feiren,
Nearly forty grams of them were sucked into the lungs, which was really good and powerful!
Just as the bald man was hesitating, Feilun took out the sand eagle and pressed it on the bald man's head: "Say... do you sell me my fans? Hey, why did your head change two?"
When the bald man heard this, he suddenly felt a sudden sneer in his heart. He had originally hoped that the gangsters who were fond of the gangsters, but the second half of Feiren's words showed that the powder he sucked in had a good effect.
In other words, the sand eagle in his hand may get out of fire at any time. If the fire reaches his head, it will be a big problem!
After thinking about this, the bald man immediately saved the plan to ask the security guard (the gangster and the others) to come over to solve the problem. Instead, he followed Feilun's tone and said: "It's okay if you want fans, but I don't have that much.
You have to go to the warehouse with me!"
"No problem, let's go now!"
Feiren promised to do it, so he pushed his gun into the bald head in front of everyone and headed towards the back door of the bar hall! Many bar guests made a fuss when they saw this, but in the end no one called the police. Because
The bar guys who came early had more or less a relationship with the truth. They knew that the bald man's gang was so powerful that they were not afraid of the local police station at all. Moreover, they were the most concerned about the face of the gangster, so they would definitely not want the bald man to be tied up.
The police intervened in this matter, so in order to avoid flattering the horse's legs, everyone did not call. One and two were still watching silence for Feren, knowing that he would probably be thrown into the Persian Gulf the next day to feed him.
shark.
Feiren besieged the bald man to the back alley, and found that the sky had dimmed. The lights nearby were on, so he deliberately shook his head and asked, "Where is the warehouse?"
The bald man noticed Feiren's head-swinging action, and did not dare to neglect, and said bluntly: "It's just a fork in front!"
.(To be continued...)
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