Akbar and Abdul were standing on the roadside at the train station in Jiu City.
Abdul squinted his eyes, stretched, and took a few deep breaths: "This place is really nice. It's cool!"
Aikbal hugged his chest and said with disdain: "Hmph, the hills and rivers are so petty and petty. No matter how you look at them, they are not as magnificent as our new J."
Abdul looked around and said with a smile: "It's not like I'm going on a trip to see the scenery. Look, there are so many people here, are you still worried that things won't get done?"
Akbar was stunned and asked doubtfully: "Abdu, are you planning to do something big here?"
Abdul put his hand on Aikbal's shoulder, pointed at several places where foreigners were, and said with a smile: "Do you understand?"
Akber looked at the white-skinned foreigners who came out of the train station happily with their luggage on their backs. He smiled coldly and said, "You mean to deal with these foreigners?"
Abdul leaned against Akbar's ear and said, "You are stupid. The foreigners have no grudge against us, so why bother with them?"
"What do you think..."
"The compulsory market is the largest concentration of small commodities in China, and there are a lot of foreigners gathering in the city. As long as we make some noise in this city, even if it is just a few firecrackers, the whole world will probably hear it.
Come on. Do you think it feels good? Hehe, it feels so good!"
Abdul squinted his eyes, and a boundless darkness was reflected in the narrow slits.
Aikbal clenched his fists. He was afraid of Abdul. If killing people without batting an eyelid was considered a good virtue among them, then Abdul's pleasure in killing people was even considered a good virtue among those who had good moral character.
People will use the word devil to describe it.
However, those teachers with Western faces seem to like this kind of people the most. They talk about resisting the invasion of the devil for the sake of hypocrisy, but in actual actions they express their love and praise for Abdul far beyond others.
Thinking of this, Aikbal gritted his teeth and said: "Abdu, I know that you have always been the smartest and most popular student among the instructors in the training base. Before setting off, I was also prepared in my heart to follow you.
.But we have to go to Dongzhou because Chen Shu..."
Just as he was talking, Abdul tugged on Akbar's sleeve, then turned around and walked quickly to the temporary taxi stop.
Aikber's reaction was not slow, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that several heavily armed special police officers were looking towards them from a distance.
"Damn! That's so discriminatory!"
The two of them swayed and quickly disappeared into the crowd.
After wandering around the city for a long time, there was either no room, there was a problem with the room and no one could stay there, or there was a computer problem at the front desk that was temporarily unable to handle check-in.
The hotel always pushes people out for various reasons.
"Mom, these Chinese people don't do any business that comes to your door! They really eat so much meat that their brains are rotten!" Aikbal stood on the street and alley and spat on the ground.
(ps: big meat = pork)
Ah Bu didn't say anything, he just stared at the hotel lobby where they were invited out earlier. Through the transparent glass door, the scene inside was clearly visible.
Not long after, a young couple dragging their luggage came in. After staying briefly at the front desk, they both entered the elevator next to it.
"Mom, don't you have a room? Then how did they get in!"
Following Abdul's line of sight, Aikbal also saw all this. This kind of naked discrimination and rejection caused the emotions he had suppressed along the way to completely burst out at this moment.
He kicked over the trash can on the side of the road. Not satisfied with his anger, he then raised the trash can that had been kicked over and threw it into the alley. With a loud "bang", several stray wild animals were heard.
The dogs whined and ran away with their tails between their legs.
Passers-by looked over and pointed.
Abdul pulled the dejected Aikbal into the alley and left without looking back.
After wandering around for a long time, almost from morning to night, the two finally got the room card in a guest house in a very remote alley.
If the old woman sitting on the stage hadn't happened to be unable to find her glasses and couldn't check their ID cards carefully, I guess they would have been looking for a place to live in the free market, and maybe they would have to live in Qiaodong tonight.
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Although the guest house is small and shabby, the computer used to register guests is brand new. Facial recognition and ID card recognition are very convenient, which is very convenient for both the registrant and the registered person.
With two clicks, the old lady without glasses successfully registered the tourists who were checking into the store.
However, convenience means that information can be transmitted quickly.
Entering the room, Aikbal looked at the scattered hair, dark brown oil stains, and some unknown liquid on the quilt and sheets, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
On the contrary, Abdu was more casual. He threw himself on the bed and covered his head with the quilt, intending to have a good sleep and wait until he woke up to do other things.
Just a few minutes after resting, while Aikbal was still standing beside the bed struggling, Abdul suddenly stood up with a sudden jerk, moved to the window in a few quick steps, slightly opened the curtains and faced downstairs.
Looking over, I saw an off-road vehicle with red and blue police lights flashing suddenly parked in front of the guest house.
"Looking for us?" Aikbal looked over Abdul's shoulder and also saw the policeman downstairs, "Abdu, are you running?"
Abdul pondered for a moment and shook his head slightly: "None of the police along the way have arrested us, and the police here will not arrest us either. And we haven't done anything now. Don't worry, they won't come looking for us."
Akber breathed a sigh of relief, sat down when he returned to the bed, and then lay back down, no longer having the previous entanglement and discomfort.
Abdul stood by the window and watched for a long time. After confirming that only one police car came, he became even more convinced that they were not specifically looking for them.
Thump thump thump.
The unique footsteps of boots sounded in the corridor, making an unpleasant creaking sound on the old wooden floor.
Starting from the stairs, we headed towards Abdul's room with a clear purpose, without stopping in any other room.
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There was an unexpected knock on the door.
Aikbal sat up immediately and looked at Abdul with his huge eyes: He was not afraid of death, but if he was afraid of being caught by the police without doing anything, he would not be able to go to heaven to meet his family.
Abdul's figure couldn't help but swayed, and he was almost ready to jump out of the window and escape, but then he remembered that the police were knocking on the door so politely, and there was indeed only one police car parked downstairs, so he finally calmed down.
As he walked towards the door, he stabilized his breathing.
After opening the door, two policemen were armed, with guns on their waists and cameras with green lights on their bodies.
"Hello, I'm sorry to disturb you two from resting. We're just here for a routine inspection."
The policeman who bore the brunt was very kind and friendly, and the younger one behind him also had a smile on his face, but if his hand stuck on the handle of the gun at his waist could be resting elsewhere, the effect would definitely be better.
The next questioning by the two policemen was similar to that of the police on the high-speed train. They also asked for ID cards first, and then asked where they were going, why they were going there, how many days they planned to stay here, and when they were going back.
After the questioning, the policeman politely returned the ID card and then said, "Excuse me." His attitude was so good that Aikbal could not understand it.
When the door of the room was closed, Aikbal rarely yelled, but could not stop praising that the two-legged pig that eats seafood on the coast is still much better than the one with its mouth.
Abdul returned to the bed and looked down through the gap in the curtains. He only waited for the two policemen to get into the police car and leave before returning to the bed and sitting down.
Aikbal mocked: "Damn it, Ah Nang! These damn policemen came to the door face to face and couldn't find us. God bless us, we will definitely gain a lot from this trip."
Abdul looked solemn and said: "Akbar, we have to leave."
"Why? Didn't the police say they conduct routine inspections? What are you afraid of?"
"I just calculated the time, and they have already made a routine for the two of us in the entire guest house."
"..."
The two quickly packed their luggage and slipped out of the back door of the guest house without even checking out at the front desk. They didn't even ask for the deposit.
We came to the main road and stayed away from the guest house.
Akber let out a breath, but he was still resentful about being forced to leave the rarely opened room. He could only tease the two policemen to vent his anger: "Those two dead policemen, don't look polite on the surface, I guess deep down they are full of resentment."
Our discrimination!”
Abdul raised the corner of his mouth and said casually: "The police here are good. Don't look at them. They always discriminate against this and that, but this is a good thing."
"Good thing?"
"Think about it, in Nanjing, there will be only two policemen coming to check on us? Will they stand at the door with big bellies in front of them, smiling, waiting for us to open the door inside?"
Does it mean low vigilance?
Akber lowered his head and thought, indeed, in Nanjing, the police are eager to wear bulletproof armor from their hair to their toes, and then come over for routine inspections carrying submachine guns and explosion-proof shields.
There should be at least four fully armed police officers.
Then there must be a full squad on guard downstairs, and there will be three or four squads within a hundred meters waiting for possible support.
He somewhat understood what Abdul meant.
Abdul kicked off the gravel on the roadside and laughed and said: "Please give me a hundred policemen like this, hahaha! It's so cool!"