Two days later, Mumu, Dakang, and Li Guangguan and I finished handling matters in Liaoyang and started to rush to Shenyang. During this period... Duan Dawei arrived!!
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Shenyang, a black apartment rented one day.
Duan Dawei took a simple bath and walked out of the bathroom.
"Uh... ah... uh uh uh... be gentle, hubby!!"
"Damn it, don't you dare to scream! I haven't touched my mother-in-law for a long time, and I can't find my fucking rhythm!!"
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"Baby, boom, boom, push harder!!"
"Use it hard, I haven't gone in yet, fuck!!"
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"My dear, how long... how long... have you not touched a woman...!"
"How long?? I can't remember... That year, I bravely explored the depths of peach blossoms... I was still in the age of dancing spoons!!"
"Fuck! Dance with a spoon in Taohuali and do a hammer blow!!"
"I'm so convinced. I told you I wanted a cultured chicken, but I just didn't listen. These tiger bitches can't communicate at all!!"
“Do you want me to fuck you or not??”
"Fuck!! Must be fucked hard!!"
From several other rooms, there were brave shouts of killing...
Duan Dawei frowned, glanced at the room, said nothing with a sullen face, wiped his head with a towel, and said with a smile to the bamboo stick sitting on the sofa: "Brothers, you must be exhausted!!"
"It's a bit awkward to find a girl at this time. Who called her??!" Duan Dawei glanced at Bamboo Stick and Shengzi with a gloomy look, said lightly, and sat on the sofa.
"I called you here. The girl is sensible. She says what should be said but won't say what shouldn't be said. Men, when you get excited, why don't you care? Calm down!" Shengzi took a sip of water and patted Duan Dawei. said something over his shoulder.
Duan Dawei was a bit taciturn and didn't like to talk much. He nodded after listening to Shengzi's words and said succinctly: "Where are the things?"
"Bang!" Zhu Zhuazi picked up a black bag from beside the sofa and placed it on the table.
Duan Dawei opened the zipper, glanced inside, frowned and said, "Hebei product?"
"Haha, Brother Duan, what we are doing with you is not a business. We don't have much time to play with this, and we don't know many people. You'd better make do with it!" Zhu Zhuanzi said with a smile.
Duan Dawei looked up at him, took out an old May 4th pistol with a steel seal, threw it into the bag with a bang, and said: "This thing shouldn't be used. I don't know how many hands it has been used. It can be found!”
Zhuzhanzi and Shengzi looked at each other, lowered their heads and said nothing.
Duan Dawei once again took out a sawed-off five-shooter, glanced at it, and placed it on the sofa. He looked inside again, took out a pistol of the lowest quality that would become useless after six shots, and placed it on the table. Then he took out two boxes of shotgun bullets, closed his pocket, scratched his nose, and said lightly: "No need for the others!!"
"Brother Duan, your tactics are quite bluffing! What business are you doing outside?" Zhu Zhuanzi thought for a moment and asked as if he was quite serious.
"Wolf cub, you talk too much!!" Shengzi held his chin and said with a frown.
"Haha, if it's okay, I'll just ask!!" Bamboo Stick scratched his nose.
Duan Dawei took a towel and lowered his head to wipe the butt and barrel of the gun. Then he grabbed a handful of bullets and stuffed them into the gun silently...
"Brother Duan? You seem to have a good relationship with your brother. He just died and you came back!!" Zhu Zhuanzi lowered his head and said abruptly.
"Crash!!!"
Duan Dawei suddenly raised one hand, then pressed it down, the shotgun shook on his palm, and the bullet was loaded directly. Then Duan Dawei slowly put the shotgun on his leg, looked at the bamboo stick with an expressionless face, frowned and said
To: "Who are you? Do I know you?? What role do you play? Are you worthy of talking to me??"
"Dawei, old ghost brother, one of our own!!" Shengzi stood up suddenly and grabbed the muzzle of the gun with his hand.
"Look, I really can't stand the trouble, and I'm so anxious all the time!" Zhu Zhuanzi said as if he was aggrieved.
"I don't know you very well, and I don't want to know you. When you speak, please show your mind! I'm not used to your bad habits! You know?" Duan Dawei's voice was not loud from beginning to end, but he was very powerful.
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"Haha, you are a desperado, I am not. Whatever you say, just fucking do it!" Zhu Zhuanzi put his hands on the sofa, shook his legs, and said brightly, and stopped talking.
Duan Dawei raised his head and glanced at Sheng Zi, and said slowly: "You guys go first, I'll step on the spot!"
"Okay, don't be angry, let's have dinner together later!"
"Hmm!" Duan Dawei snorted with his nose.
Ikko glared at Bamboo Stick, then dragged him out of the apartment.
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After going out, Zhu Zhuanzi and Shengzi walked and talked slowly.
"Wolf cub, tell me, have you seen him...Qiqi?" Shengzi asked with a frown.
"Probably not!" Zhu Zhuanzi lost his idiotic second-generation ancestor's attitude just now. He was silent for a long time and said slowly.
"He is... very deep and a bit strange!"
"Damn it, you stupid desperado, just wait, I'm free and have nothing to do to study him!" Zhu Zhuanzi suddenly said something in a slightly crazy tone, and you couldn't figure out which of his words was true.
Yes, which sentence is false.
"Haha!" Shengzi smiled speechlessly and cursed secretly: "**, if you don't become an actor, the Chinese film industry will be set back at least ten years!!"
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Inside the house, Duan Dawei got dressed, put a pistol on his waist, and without saying hello, opened the door and walked out of the room. After he went out, he first drove his Mitsubishi Jeep and walked around Caesar's, and even opened a small card booth inside.
After drinking, he stayed for less than half an hour and then left.
Then I drove to a community in the late 1980s on Anguo Street in Shenyang. I closed the car door and stood in the community to smoke a cigarette. I stood there for more than an hour looking at the dirty surroundings.
This place contains all the childhood memories of him and Duan Dapeng. He walked out of such a community, and unknowingly he has not been back for seven or eight years. The place is still the same as when he left, with a broken building outside the stairs.
, a bench painted with green paint, a trash can with a square iron box...
Everything feels so familiar...
He seemed to recall the scene when he and Duan Dapeng went to school carrying schoolbags and pancakes, playing around with each other...
However, of the two people who vowed to go to college, one became a national A-class fugitive, and the other has died...
Duan Dapeng died, and his last relative was gone too...
Will you come back here again???
Maybe, in his heart, after killing me, everything here will be buried in his memory...
Unconsciously, the remaining cigarettes had been smoked out. Duan Dawei licked his lips and went to a canteen that had been open for more than ten years...
"Puffy!!"
Duan Dawei put his hands in his pockets and stood at the door and knocked several times. Less than a minute later, the lights inside came on, and an old voice came: "Is it Xiao Wuzi, drinking in the middle of the night again??"
Duan Dawei listened to the sounds inside, grinned, and said nothing. The door opened with a creak, and an old man came out with his clothes on and his drunk eyes dim. When he saw Duan Dawei, he was stunned. After half a minute, he said
: "Dawei?? Are you really back???"
Duan Dawei frowned after hearing this, was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Uncle Sun, let's go into the back room and talk!"