Tongtong turned on the computer and immediately logged into QQ for buying ice. He found an account named Spiritual Leader and directly sent a message: "Are you there?"
"Yeah." The other party replied quickly.
"How much does it cost now?" Tongtong is an old man and didn't ask about ice and drugs at all.
"900." The other party replied succinctly.
"I often get them from you. I want two. Don't hold them in the middle or exchange things in them. I won't bargain with you anymore." Tongtong said quickly.
"Okay, it's okay."
"Where can we meet?" Tongtong asked.
"Fifth Avenue Rocks Slowly."
"okay."
The two briefly chatted for a few words, and then ended the QQ chat. Tongtong closed the computer, turned around, picked up the fake June 4th video from under the bed, and disappeared immediately.
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Half an hour later, Tongtong took a taxi and drove slowly to Fifth Avenue.
Since he had collaborated before and was the one he contacted, Tongtong was more supportive. After entering the slow rock scene, he wandered around the door of the dance floor, lighting the lighter in his hand.
Ten minutes later, a young man in his twenties or thirteen years old walked over, patted Tongtong on the shoulder, and then said with a smile: "Brother Tong, long time no see."
"Have you brought anything?" Tongtong asked with unusual concern.
"Haha, I brought it." The young man nodded.
"Let's go to the toilet."
Tongtong hugged the young man, quickened his pace, and rushed to the toilet. After a few minutes, the door closed, and Tongtong impatiently licked his fingers, meaning to take out the things quickly.
The young man also had no ink marks, so he reached out and opened the waistband of his trousers, and took out two sealed packets of ice and poison from the gap and handed them to Tongtong.
Tongtong took it and glanced at it carefully, and saw that the crystals were broken into tiny pieces, with some yellowing on the surface but not scattered at all. This jargon is called toothpick ice, which is considered a good variety in the Northeast.
"One thousand and eight."
The young man saw Tongtong finishing the test and said softly.
Tongtong licked his lips, stuffed the things into his coat pocket, then scratched his head and asked shamelessly: "Look, I'm here to get it from you, right?"
"Yeah." The young man frowned for a moment, then nodded impatiently.
"Can we get married together next time?" Tongtong made it clear.
"..." The young man was stunned for a moment, and after five seconds he asked, "What do you mean, you still have to pay for this on credit?"
"I didn't bring any money when I came out today." Tongtong was so thick-skinned that he had no friends. He licked his lips and continued, "I've been playing for so many years, how can I give you a thousand or eight hundred dollars?"
"No, Brother Tong, it's not that serious. We are in the business of losing heads. Don't make fun of me, okay?" The young man's face turned dark immediately.
"Haha, I won't give you any noodles." Tongtong clasped his fingers and asked sideways.
"Let's separate things, Brother Tong, I'm going to support myself through this." The young man didn't let up at all.
"I told you no, then look at this and tell you if it's okay." Tongtong directly pulled out the imitation June 4th shirt from his lower back.
The young man lowered his head and swiped the gun. The gun was mottled and the muzzle smelled of gunpowder. It looked like it was a real thing, so he was confused.
"...it's only eighteen hundred yuan, and you brought a gun, Brother Tong, that's not a big deal," the young man asked speechlessly.
"You know why I won't give you money? Because you are too deceptive. You can't sell anything. You have to sell this. What a loss. Come on, do you have anything else in your pocket? Take it all out for me. I have to." I want you to have a longer memory."
After Tongtong finished speaking solemnly, he punched the young man twice, forced him into a corner, and then started to reach out and turn over.
The young man looked at Tongtong sideways, feeling extremely aggrieved. He gritted his teeth and retreated to the wall. He stretched out his hand and pulled Tongtong's palm, and then said, "I have another one in my pocket. Don't dig through it. I'll get it for you myself."
"Fuck, you said it's just one, and I won't touch your basket. You panic, spread your legs, and I touch your trouser pocket." Tongtong frowned and scolded.
The young man looked at this idiot and his head almost exploded with anger, but since the other person had a gun, he didn't say a word and let Tongtong rummage around.
"If you take off your pants, you are willing to hide them in your butt eyes."
Tongtong scolded.
"Don't keep going, fuck, why don't you shoot." The young man was so anxious that he pushed Tongtong away with his neck.
Tongtong found out a gram and felt it was about the same. Then he robbed the young man of more than 500 yuan, put it randomly into his pocket and said, "Be careful, don't sell it in the future. It's unethical to do this, you know." No, there is no buying and selling, and there is no killing. It’s all because of you that I’m in this damn state now.”
The young man looked at him sideways and said nothing.
"You're such a good kid. If you don't do something bad, fuck it."
Tongtong Dayi cursed loudly, then turned around and left.
"Hey, I've tricked someone. Yes, he just walked towards the door."
When the young man saw that Tongtong had just left, he dialed the number directly, then opened the door and ran out.
About a dozen people stood up on the dance floor, cheering, and then they all rushed out the door. Among them, Jin Beibei was also among the crowd. He came with his friends to have a look and have a drink. He didn't understand what was going on. , joined in the fun and followed him out.
More than a dozen people rushed to the door. As soon as they walked out, they saw Tongtong preparing to take a taxi and leave. Jin Beibei was stunned, and then said: "Fuck, isn't this Tongtong? He dares to come out and be so stupid."
"Fuck you, Mom, stop here." A young man next to Jin Beibei shouted, opened the big circlip, and ran down the steps in two steps.
"Don't go." Jin Beibei said for a moment, but didn't hold him back.
"Little B. bastard, who are you scolding?"
Tongtong suddenly turned around, turned around, and faced him directly without taking a gun. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the young man's blade. Blood spurted out. The young man was stunned. Tongtong grabbed the circlip and struck his body with a bang. Two knives.
"Hold."
The young man clutched his stomach and fell to the ground. The remaining people rushed forward and a fight broke out at the door. Jin Beibei had a good relationship with the group and took two steps down.
"Get out of here. If you get too aggressive, I'll stab you all." Tongtong stabbed another person in the thigh, pulled out his hair, and cursed with squinting eyes.
Everyone couldn't help but take a few steps back.
"Your name is Jin Beibei." Tongtong scanned the crowd and recognized him.
"Ah, you have something to do." Jin Beibei replied.
"You have a mother." Tongtong was mentally ill. He stretched out his hand and slapped it directly on Jin Beibei's face. He pointed at his nose and cursed: "Baby B, go back and tell Xiang Nan , I will kill him sooner or later."
"Fuck you."
Jin Beibei felt angry, reached out to untie his belt, and was about to rush forward.
"Snapped."
At this moment, someone tugged at the corner of Jin Beibei's clothes.