Chapter 30 On the importance of knowing a foreign language
It's half past three in the morning.
Alacha was woken up from his sleep.
Aracha, who appears to be the owner of several entertainment venues, but is actually a notorious arms dealer in the local circle, has a natural and gentle personality, especially when he first wakes up. Normally, he might not even be able to speak.
Without saying a word, he directly took out the gun under the pillow and blew the head of the bastard who disturbed his sleep.
But now, he has no intention of doing so, because it is himself who is being pressed against the head by the cold gun muzzle.
After all, it was after the storm that he suddenly woke up. Alacha did not show much panic, and did not even look at the dark figure beside the bed. He simply said: "If you ask for anything, just say it, and I will give you my revenge."
The other party did not answer directly, but asked casually in fluent English: "CanyouspeakEnglish? YesorNo?"
"yes! yes!"
Never before at this moment, Alacha felt how blessed it was to be able to speak a foreign language, because he could clearly feel that if he had just said NO, then this guy who sneaked in quietly would pull the trigger without hesitation.
!
He moved the pistol away, "You're lucky. I asked your brother, the person in charge of the Sweetheart Bar, the same question, but he wouldn't. Well, I'm sorry about that."
Braving a cold sweat, Aracha waved his hands quickly: "It's okay, it's okay. He blames himself for not being good at academics. I usually teach them to have an international perspective in doing business..."
"Very good, we have a good start." In the dark room, the black figure left the bed and retreated to the corner seat to sit down. "Well, now you have two choices. One is to pull out the pistol under the pillow or press the button
The button on the left side of getting out of bed, the second is to help me solve a small problem, which one do you choose?"
Alacha's body stiffened, and he secretly moved his palm toward the pillow under the quilt and withdrew it like an electric shock: "The second one, I choose the second one!"
"No more gambling on luck?" The hoarse voice in the darkness was seductive, "Maybe you can kill me first before I shoot, or your little brother downstairs can rush up to protect you first?"
"No, no, just the second one, I've decided!" There was more cold sweat on his forehead, and it was about to drip into his eyes, but Alacha did not dare to raise his hand to wipe it, for fear that he could not see clearly in the dark and cause some fatal misunderstanding.
"Okay." There seemed to be a hint of regret in the tone, and then, a bright object was thrown over and landed on the quilt. Alacha was so frightened that he trembled again and almost jumped out of bed, "Don't be nervous.
It’s just a mobile phone, take a look, do you know this person?”
After settling his heartbeat like a drum, Aracha picked up the phone and looked at the obese man wearing a dome hat on the screen. He breathed a sigh of relief. He was still useful and there was hope of saving his life. He nodded affirmatively:
"know!"
Then, without waiting for the other party to ask further questions, he took the initiative and said, "I just met him a few days ago. His name is Mohadi, and he is Malay. But this identity should be fake. I am not talking big words. I have been in business for so many years and have the ability to recognize people."
I still have one, he should be a RB guy..."
"Tell the important point."
"Uh... Okay, he is here to buy weapons and equipment. They are very professional and have a lot of light and heavy weapons. They are enough for a small team to fight in an assault battle."
"that's it?"
"No, no, no, there's more, let me think about it, let me think about it... By the way! I also know where these weapons and equipment have been sent."
It has to be said that fear can stimulate the human brain to run at high speed. Seeing that the other party did not express his impatience anymore, Alacha breathed a sigh of relief, "You may also know that for a small business like ours, after the transaction is completed, if the destination is not far away,
As long as the other party is willing to pay another amount of money, we can help deliver it. But the other party did not do this. Instead, he found Tony... er, another arms dealer to help with the transportation, but he didn't know that we have a good relationship.
, As soon as Tony saw those weapons and equipment, he knew they were from me, and even called me to blame me for not counting him, and casually mentioned the delivery location, which was an abandoned power plant on the outskirts of Chiang Mai."
"Do you know the specific address?"
"I know, I'll write it down for you."
"No, please report it again."
Alacha honestly described the specific address and location. The shadow nodded slightly and stood up: "Yes, our cooperation this time was quite pleasant, but if I find out later that you lied to me..."
"If you come here again, beat me to death!"
He shook his head and smiled, "No, next time I will go directly to the third alley of Sukhumvit Road. You know where it is, right?"
The bed trembled again, and Alacha certainly knew it, because his lover lived there, and it was also his last resort to avoid the limelight. Not even his close subordinates knew about it, but now, it was obviously no longer a secret.
Before Alacha could digest the warning in his words, the shadow walked to the window and said calmly: "I'm sorry for bothering you late at night, but it's for a reason, and you can understand it. Okay, it's getting late, you should
Go back to sleep."
Alacha was stunned when he heard this, then he realized what he was saying and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I should sleep... No, I have been sleeping the whole time, I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything..."
Thinking of something, the arm holding the quilt to cover his head paused again, and asked tentatively, "Well, I have said everything that needs to be said. You won't kill me, right?"
Well, I really can’t blame Alacha for being cowardly. If he had been shot at the beginning, Alacha would have confessed without saying anything. He would always have to pay back if he came out to fool around. You should still be mentally prepared for this.
But now that I have worked hard for so long, it will be a blessing if I die again!
"If I say no, will you believe me?"
"..."
"Then let's try our luck again."
"……good idea."
Aracha was very lucky, or he had always been very lucky tonight, except of course being approached and touched by the bedside.
After a few dozen minutes of silence, Araza opened the quilt and saw that the man had rolled to the edge of the bed, holding up a pistol and pointing randomly. However, the room was empty, with only the open window and the curtain slightly lifted.
"Hoo...Fake!"
First he let out a sigh of relief, and then his face was so ugly that he could almost drink the water. Without wearing any shoes, he opened the door with a pistol and rushed out.
Don't get me wrong, he's not looking for a place, and he doesn't have the guts. He's looking for the boy downstairs. He spent so much money to support him and didn't even know if someone came in. It's hard to get rid of him without breaking a few people.
My heart is filled with anger.
It's a pity that someone has done it for you...
Standing at the corner of the stairs, Araza looked stupidly at the brightly lit hall downstairs. There were many people lying in a pool of blood. They were his unsatisfied younger brothers. Some of them were dragged without even wearing clothes.
When they came out, those who were wearing clothes were no better. They didn't even draw their guns. They were all killed apparently in a daze. The wounds were all of the same height, and they were all fatal stab wounds to the neck.
Realizing something, Alacha looked down at the pistol in his hand, shivering and pulled out the magazine. As expected, it was empty, not a single bullet.
It's both angry and scared, but it's a rather complicated and unspeakable voice.