A few days later, on a deserted street in the suburbs, a Ford car and a black van, one behind the other, were speeding in the early hours of the night.
There were two men sitting in the back seat of the Ford car. The one on the left side was a little fatter. His leather coat was open, and a large gold chain hung from his neck. The woolen sweater underneath was held up by his bulging belly. His eyes were slightly narrowed, as if he was worried.
He closed his eyes and rested his mind, and seemed to be listening to the tall and thin man next to him talking, a little absent-mindedly.
"Brother Huo, I still feel that this is not appropriate... You also know what kind of person Pi San is. He has been around for so many years and has nothing to do with anything. When someone calls him "Brother Pi" to save face, he is actually just an old man.
You can't do anything with the meat and hob meat, but now you suddenly need so much explosives... There is also the issue of money. He paid most of the deposit in advance, but that money is definitely not his, and he doesn't
If he can’t get it out, someone behind the scenes must have taught him to do this...Should we consider this matter again?”
Some words don’t need to be said clearly, because people around you will definitely understand them. For example, people who sell firearms are not like their foreign counterparts. As long as the weapons are released and the money falls into the pocket, they don’t care at all. If it’s not the case in China, check it out.
They are very strict. When they pull out the carrots and bring out the mud, they have to consider the subsequent effects. Otherwise, if the buyer actually commits any major crime with these weapons, they won't be able to escape.
In fact, they have already suffered a loss a while ago...
"Consider it?" Brother Huo, who had gained weight, sneered, "Who is thinking about it for me? I will deduct half a year's labor bonus and if I don't open the business, what the hell am I going to drink from the northwest?!"
It's fine if he doesn't say it, but the more he talks, the more angry he becomes, his eyes widening, "Tell me, why does the boss scold me? Why does the boss deduct money from me! If people give me money to buy, of course I have to take the money to sell. I don't have to sell.
Others are selling it, I know he kidnapped the guy, and he kidnapped me..." After a pause, he was probably a little scrupulous, so he vaguely skipped it, "I don't have to pay less for the monthly payment, right?
, which business is the boss’s and they don’t get any money? I’ll do the joint business, I’ll bear the risks, and if something goes wrong in the end, you throw me out, there’s no such fucking logic in the world, damn it!”
After venting his anger, seeing the tall and thin man next to him hesitating and wanting to speak, Brother Huo immediately waved his hand to interrupt him impatiently, "Stop talking, I don't care who is behind Pi San, whether it's blowing up a dam or robbing a bank, I'll take the money now."
, I will ship the goods to anyone who pays me... What are you afraid of? Even if the labor and management are unlucky, they won't be hit twice in a row. Besides, I am just cheating this time to make money for running errands. If there is any problem in the end, you shouldn't find me.
Here it is.”
After he finished speaking, he took a breath. The following words were not so much for the people next to him as to comfort himself. But his attitude had already been shown, and the tall and thin man on the side had no choice but to persuade him. At this time, the speed of the car slowed down, and the driver in front of him
He said, "Here we are, Brother Huo."
"Well, I'll tell you brothers to be smarter later, those bumpkins are doing something secretly."
"clear."
When the car stopped, the co-pilot boy ran down and opened the door. Brother Huo and the tall and thin man carrying the box walked out. He tightened the collar of his leather jacket and glanced around subconsciously. It was an ordinary small street in the suburbs. Except for the yellowed street lights, the street
There was no one in the sky.
At this time, the shops selling milk tea and hardware along the road have naturally closed for a long time. Except for a shop with a certain snack hanging on the door, the rolling shutter door is only half closed, and there is a weak light shining inside, and a few figures can be seen guarding it.
People on the sidelines must have noticed this, and they all extinguished the Spark cigarette butts in their hands.
"A country bumpkin is a country bumpkin. You can't do a KTV bar. Why do you come here to do business..." He muttered disdainfully. When the boy in the van got down and was in place, Brother Huo led a group of people and walked away.
It was obviously not the first time they had interacted with each other. After simply acknowledging the person, the rolling shutter door was raised. When a group of people filed in, it was completely closed again. Brother Huo curled his lips when he saw this and said nothing. After all, he couldn't see it.
Naturally, the more secretive one's transactions are, the better.
"Brother Huo, I've been waiting for you for a long time. Come over for a late night snack."
Not to mention, although it is just a street food shop, the space inside is quite large. There is a price list hanging on the wall, and rows of iron tables are arranged neatly. Only a fluorescent lamp in the middle is turned on, so the surroundings look a bit dark.
There were about a dozen people standing scattered around, faintly occupying half of the space. Under the light, a seated bald man turned his head and raised his voice to say hello. It was not the local accent of Lingjiang, but a strong northwest dialect accent.
"No need, I've lost weight recently."
A group of people walked over and took up the other half of the space naturally. Brother Huo walked into the light and glanced at the heatless chicken drumsticks on the table with rice.
Sit down opposite.
"That's a shame, the chicken drumstick rice is pretty good, ah..." He took another sip of soda from a glass bottle. The bald man put down his chopsticks, trembled on his face, and looked over with a half-smile, "Brother Huo, I heard that you have recently
Being targeted by Big Block, I thought this deal would never be completed."
"Tsk, in our line of work, there are three or five people staring at you when you go out to buy a pack of cigarettes." Brother Huo sneered disdainfully and said, "Or are you afraid of the bald wolf? If you are afraid, don't do it."
"I'm just afraid you can't give me the money!" The bald man raised his hand and hooked his fingers backwards. A boy came over pushing a small cart with several large bags of things piled on it. "The things are here, let's check them...
Brother, please don’t test it. If this thing is set alight by you, there won’t be enough corpses for everyone present!”
"Fuck!" The nickname was used as a joke. Brother Huo was naturally unhappy, but he was really feeling a little angry. He waved his hand, and the tall and thin man came up. He first put the box in his hand on the table, opened it, and exposed a stack of banknotes.
Under the light, the red color is alluring, and there seems to be a scent called money emanating from it, and the breathing around it can't help but become heavy and rapid.
The two parties made a transaction, and the banknotes were easy to verify. They took a banknote detector and scanned them a few times to solve the problem. After indicating that there was no problem, the box was re-covered and placed at Brother Huo's feet. On the other side, the tall and thin man who checked the bag was
Frowning slightly, he raised his head and said, "Brother Bald Lang, your goods are so popular, can this still be used?"
"Do you know what you know? These are the stocks of regular coal mines. They are useful for blasting mountains. I got them with great difficulty. Do you think they can be used?" The big bald man waved his hand impatiently, "They are all used for this.
Okay, please be more professional. If you still think it’s trendy, why don’t you go out and find a place where no one is around and play it for you to listen to? Silly!”
After saying those words between the gun and the stick, the tall and thin man's face suddenly became gloomy, but he couldn't help it. Brother Huo also looked over, hesitant.
"Let me know if you can do it or not, please hurry up!"
"Do it!" In the end, Brother Huo made up his mind. This thing was not for him anyway. He didn't care whether it worked or not. He agreed and was about to lean over to lift the box for the transaction when he heard a soft sound from the wave.
A tall figure emerged from the crowd, holding a soda bottle in his hand. He walked carelessly into the light, sat at the table, inserted the straw, and looked sideways at Brother Huo, "Wang Deye, nicknamed Brother Huo, it's you.
Bar?"
The scene fell silent. Brother Huo and Bald Wolf looked at each other subconsciously. The former couldn't help but cursed angrily: "Fuck, Bald Wolf, what do you mean? You didn't treat me like this. You can just put a more juicy little girl in there. Get one."
The man... is so handsome! Are you kidding me?"
"What are you talking about? Why can't I understand you?" The bald man looked puzzled. "He's neither big nor small. Isn't this your little brother?"
"ha?"
Brother Huo was stunned, then suddenly turned his head to look at the young man who looked like a star. At the same time, he quickly raised his right hand under the table, holding a pistol in his palm, and pointed it directly in front of the uninvited guest, grinning fiercely, "Haha
, that’s interesting, who are you!”
"Fuck, don't shoot, you're dying!" The big bald man on the side almost jumped up when he saw this, and kicked out without thinking. The cart full of explosives rolled out and kept sliding.
When I got to the rolling shutter door, it banged against the wall.
At the same time, there was a clatter, the sound of various long and short knives being pulled out, and there were crowds of people around, unconsciously pressing forward, and the atmosphere in the store was instantly depressing to the extreme. Brother Huo had a ferocious look on his face,
"Shut up, bald wolf. You chose the place, and your people arrived first. Are you telling me now that you don't know him?" He held up the pistol, "Then tell me, you! Who!?"
Under the muzzle of the black hole, the handsome man had a dull expression, biting his straw and looking sideways: "So, you are Brother Huo."