Evil Awe-Inspiring

After that call, I was unable to contact the fat man for half a day. His satellite phone was always unanswered. I can't help but worry about him: Although I know that this fat man has a lot of power, on the previous call, the situation didn't sound optimistic ...

The room was full of messy dresses and skirts, and women's underwear. I was so crazy last night that I didn't even notice how many bottles we had drunk.

Anyway, there is a row of empty bottles of whiskey on the ground. I probably took a look. There are more than a dozen bottles. The sofa and floor stalls in the room were full of people. These girls were all dressed in different clothes and made of jade, which looked very attractive at such a fierce glance.

With the hangover and carnival, some people were still asleep until around 10 am. After waking up, some girls looked tired and ran over to find cigarettes. This kind of scene made me feel a little bit emotional. At least in the past, when I was working in a night club, I often experienced this kind of scene of carnival all night.

Some ladies woke up and didn't worry about wearing clothes-anyway, they went crazy last night anyway, they didn't care about nakedness, they just pulled over their outer clothes without knowing who they were, and simply put on them. Another generously asked me if I had a cigarette.

I smiled, gave one hundred dollars to one of them, and let her go out to buy cigarettes.

I know that the highest quality cigarettes in Vietnam are called Victory Cigarettes, and only about twenty packs of high-end cigarettes. The lady immediately opened her eyes and smiled, ran out with her banknotes, stomped, and returned a few packs of cigarettes a moment, and then a group of girls hurriedly came to grab cigarettes.

I rub my temples and feel a headache.

Although I didn't drink too much last night. But I had a long talk with Hong Da in the morning, and I had to think about too many things. Some feeling of lack of energy.

And that fat guy ... oh. I sighed and made another call and still couldn't connect.

After Hong Da talked to me in the morning. It seemed that the burden on his heart had been taken off. He was relaxed, and took the two girls to the small room next door to replenish their sleep, and I had to worry about thinking of the next step.

Siro

The three of us were leaving the nightclub in the morning. I sprinkled a lot of money down here, which filled up the uncle's style, and the tip from the foreman to the waiter in the nightclub.

I glanced at Siro, who was better than me. But his mood was low. I smiled at him, he grinned at me, and smiled hard. I threw a pack of cigarettes in the past, and Siro didn't say much, just smoked.

I know, he needs some things to figure out.

At this moment. I put a pair of soft hands on my head, and then I felt the woman's soft fingers pressed my sun zhen, and gently rubbed it to help me massage.

I glanced back at the mixed-race beauty, and I smiled at her: "Wake up"

Her hair was very fluffy, and she looked lazy just after waking up. But the eyes are bright. She gave me a gentle massage and whispered, "I'm fine. Fortunately, I went out with you last night ..."

I understand what she meant. Most of the people who stayed in the room drank a lot of alcohol, and she went out with a circle, didn't drink much, and made more money.

I glanced at her, and the girl looked more and more pleasing to the eye. She is very beautiful, with a touch of charming charm. Especially the appearance of just waking up in the morning, a bit of lazy and seductive taste, eyes are very attractive.

I took a long breath and hugged her with my backhand, then easily held her all over and placed it on my lap. She exclaimed, and soon calmed down. There was a smile in his eyes, and a pair of small hands began to fumble up my thigh ...

I gently held her hand and slowly said, "No ... you massage my head, my head hurts a bit."

There was a hint of disappointment in her eyes, but she regained her strength immediately, and I lay down on the sofa with my head on her thighs. Her technique is not skilled, and she is obviously not good at massage, but fortunately, her fingers are soft and I feel comfortable pressing.

A group of girls almost woke up, smoking and chatting around each other. They all spoke Vietnamese, and I couldn't understand a word anyway. I thought about it, pulled out my wallet, took out the banknotes inside, tipped them, and let them go.

I looked up at the half-breed beauty: "You can go back too, you can go home and sleep." Then I gave her money. She took the banknote and tucked it into her pocket. She thought about it and narrowed her eyes and smiled, "I'll stay with you for a while, and help you press for a while."

I smiled and didn't speak. I felt that this girl probably had a good opinion of me.

"How long will you stay in Hanoi?" The girl suddenly asked me after a moment of silence.

I smiled and didn't speak.

"Will you come to me again?" Her voice was soft.

But I understand that this "gentleness" is also professional! Her purpose is to hope that I will come here to cheer her up again ... Just kidding, I shot so generously last night. Of course, such a **** of wealth, others certainly want you to come!

This girl is very smart, no wonder it is the red card lady here. Do n’t think it ’s easy to be a red card, and do n’t think that being a lady is just willing to go out and let the guest hold the guest model. Only idiot men or anxious ghosts who have not seen women will like this set.

This mixed blood MM is obviously very technical. She will not drill into your arms, and will not deliberately take off your clothes to seduce you, but like now, after the hangover, you will be happy to make a gentle look, gently massage for me, and then use an affectionate tone Looking at you with gentle eyes waves ... this means much smarter!

I smiled: "I don't know. I'll see you again if I have the chance."

There was a bit of resentment in her eyes, and I couldn't help sighing. This Nizi Daoxing was too deep ... in the country. It is almost a super red card lady who can do such a realistic act!

I felt her fingers slowly slipping from my forehead, sliding over my face intentionally or unintentionally, and my fingertips rubbed lightly on my skin ... and finally landed slowly on my chest. Her fingers smartly opened my collar and suddenly smiled, "Yi? What's this?"

Her fingers lightly gripped the ring I hung around my neck.

I didn't speak, but she seemed very curious: "Is this silver ... why did you hang the ring around your neck?" I didn't answer, just slowly took her hand away and laughed: "The secret I can't tell you. "

She made a face at me.

After a break, I looked at the time and it was almost eleven o'clock. I immediately turned around and sat up. She patted her face: "Okay, I should go now."

I asked Siro to go to the next room and call Hong Da, and then I started to sort my clothes. The half-breed beauty handed me a business card with two fingers, with a smile on her face: "This is my phone. Remember to come to me when you have time."

I took a look at it, and there was a faint aroma on the business card. A small business card simply wrote a name and a phone number.

"This is my personal business card, not for guests." She explained with a smile: "My real name on top ... you remember my name."

After that, she came over and kissed me on the face. There was something sly in his eyes: "Can you tell your name?"

"Little five." I answered briefly.

"Little Five ..." she murmured in my ear against her. Then she smiled softly and whispered, "You are fine, I like you very much."

When walking out of the night club, Hong Da's spirit was very good. He seemed to put down a heavy burden, and the whole person was obviously much relaxed. I glanced at this guy, and I felt helpless. Siro looked much better, at least he didn't look so gloomy.

I patted his shoulder: "Okay, let's find a place to eat now. Fill your belly." He smiled at me ... and then said to me seriously: "Little five, I figured it out Now. "

"Well?" I froze for a moment.

"You are my good brother." The boy looked earnestly: "You will not lie to me! No matter what you say or do, I believe you!"

We went to a Vietnamese restaurant and ate something. I ate two bowls of shredded chicken noodles, but Hong Da killed all ten "headless eggs" in one go. I sighed into the mouth with those fluffy little things, I could only sigh, anyway, I couldn't eat such things.

Finally, around 12 noon, I got a call! It's Fang Fat!

"Boy, are you still alive?" The fat man on the phone had a weak voice.

I was relieved: "I should ask you this sentence, right?"

The fat man smiled on that end: "Fuck, it's my luck this time, I was almost sunk by the boat into a salty soup and old dog." He chuckled, and then his tone quickly became serious: "Okay Where are you now? "

"Hanoi." I looked around and reported the street name.

The fat man smiled on that end, and said, "It seems to bother you to be a bodyguard for a few more hours. I'm in Xialong Bay now, and I can only trouble you to bring that guy over to see me."

After the fat man said a cough, I heard something wrong, and frowned, "What's wrong with you?"

"Damn, it's a point, but it's okay." He laughed on the phone, his voice still imposing: "You can rest assured, Lao Tzu's life is very hard. Hurry and bring that guy over. I can only Stay here for a day. "

Xia Long Bay is not far from Hanoi ... Vietnam is not that big anyway. I simply stopped a taxi on the spot and asked him if he would take us to Halong Bay.

The driver looked at the three of us in surprise, hesitated, and then Luo Luoyi and Hong Da talked about the price.

I know this driver is making excuses, the purpose is just to simply raise the price. I was too lazy to talk to him, throwing out two hundred yuan directly, and said lightly: "That's all, if you don't agree, I'll find someone else."

really. The driver immediately had a bright smile on his face, and spoke quickly with Hong Da in local words, and even jumped out of the car to open the door for us.

Hong Da sighed to me and said, "You kid, you're really generous."

I slipped my mouth: "Time doesn't wait for anyone. We spend money on time. Besides, for every minute you spend here, there is another minute of danger."

The car drove out of Hanoi quickly. I looked at the distant city and sighed in my heart. I thought that I would never want to come to this place again in my life!

The driver charged a high fare and it was quite hard to drive. After more than three hours, we have arrived near a private pier in Xialong Bay.

I found this place according to the address of a telephone call with Fatty on the road. Here is a boat dock. There are some yachts moored on both sides, but many of them are from tourist companies. Not far away is a fisherman's wharf with many people coming and going.

This place is a bit shabby, it's on the pier, and many of the wooden boards underneath it are aging and loose, and crunching on it. I searched for a while. Looking for the figure of the fat man in the densely packed boats moored on both sides, but suddenly saw a figure standing in the distance, beckoning at me.

I looked at it and recognized it. This is the Vietnamese under Fatty!

It was the Vietnamese who drove me out to sea, the motorboat! It was he who gave me a bottle of glucose water before I got on the ship. That bottle of water later saved my life!

He was short in short clothes, barefoot, dark-skinned, standing next to a white yacht, beckoning at me. When I walked by, I saw a gauze stick on his hand. I gestured at him and he grinned. Then he pointed at the yacht next to him and motioned for us to get on board.

He quickly got busy and untied the cables. Then carry the bucket ashore to store fresh water.

This is an old yacht. The hull has not been painted for a long time, and it is a bit run-down. After going up, Hong Da's eyes were a little vigilant, but I relaxed, because I heard a familiar laugh!

The laughter of the fat man came out of the cabin. I kicked the door open in the past and jumped in first. Sure enough, I saw the fat man leaning on a chair with a bottle in his hand. He crossed his knees, exposing a wound on the calf of his left leg, and he was carefully pouring some medicine from the bottle onto the wound. He was obviously in pain, the muscles in the corner of the eye kept twitching, but the more it hurt, the The sharper the smile on his face.

"What the **** are you doing?" I frowned, with excitement in my face: "Brother, we're meeting again!"

The fat man raised his head and looked at me with a smile on his face and beckoned, "Come here! Come on, you happen to be here, help me take medicine! I also have a lottery on my back!"

My heart sank, and I frowned, "What happened to you?"

I saw that the wound on his calf was very deep, the meat on both sides turned over, a lot of blood bleed, and a lot of cotton **** and gauze stained with blood were thrown on the ground. The fat man inhaled and kept breathing. Shaking his head.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Fuck, because it hurts!" The fat man stared. "I'm such a big man, I can't cry! So I have to laugh! The more it hurts, the more I laugh!"

I sighed, took the medicine bottle in his hand, helped him to deal with the injury on the calf, and wrapped him in gauze. The fat man sighed and took off his coat again. I saw a lot of blood on his coat, and he threw the clothes onto the ground, then pointed to the two seats in the cabin, looked at Shiro and Hongda standing at the door, and laughed: "Two guests, despite sit down."

I frowned, staring at the back of the fat man. There was a wound on his back, which was clearly marked. I glanced at him in confusion, and he exhaled: "Shrapnel. Damn ..."

I helped him with the medication and frowned. "You need a suture for this wound. Do you have a needle here?"

The fat man waved his hand: "No, you do n’t know the technique of stitching the wound, do I still not know? The stitching is crooked, happy, and the hand will go back to work, and I will remove the heavy stitches! You first help me apply medicine, simply handle it, go back I'll find someone to get me. "After a pause, he laughed:" Some minor injuries can't kill anyone! "

"What's going on?" I whispered.

"At sea, we met our opponents. Everyone did it. I sank them a boat and ran away." The fat man gave me a glance: "It was Vietnamese."

His tone is a bit vague, and I know that there are outsiders present, and he can't make it too clear. So I don't ask anymore. Just quickly wound him up. Then handed him a cigarette: "Is there morphine on board?"

"I've used it." The fat man smiled. "Well, let's talk about light matters."

I haven't seen a fat man for many days. He is still round, but his skin is a little dark, and he may have been exposed at sea. The body is still very strong, and he is still so brilliant and heroic when he laughs, and he is not afraid of heaven. There is still a sly light flashing in Xiaoyan Qing ...

The fat man was also looking at me, he looked at me up and down several times. Slowly sighed: "Little five, you have changed so much!"

"Oh?" I smiled.

"You look like that." The fat man smiled. "You look much more mature. It's not like when I first saw you.

I smiled briefly, and then pointed to Siro and Hongda behind me: "This is the brother who came to work with me this time ..." I glanced at Siro: "Boy, call Brother. This is Our old predecessor. "

The fat man waved his hand, smiled at Siro, and then focused on Hong Da's body, with a smile in his eyes: "This ... is this our VIP this time, right?"

"This is Mr. Hong." I took a breath. Indifference: "I said it on the phone."

The fat man nodded and glanced at Hong Da. Laughing: "This man, I'm inconvenient, I can't get up to shake hands with you. Now everyone is in a boat, take care of each other!" After a pause, he said lightly: "I've already connected to it. Tonight Just take my boat and go with us. I'll take you to a safe place ... then the person in charge of our business here will meet you and talk. "

Hong Da nodded, his face was serious.

The fat man glanced at me: "Okay, little five, your task is done. Let me give it now ... I'll do the rest."

"Well, should I also leave on your boat?" I asked.

The fat man laughed: "It's up to you. If you're willing to leave on my boat, it's just a few days of bumps at sea. Don't shout when you can."

I frowned and glanced at Siro and Hong Da: "Why a boat? We just go back by plane."

The fat man sighed, and he springed at me with a weird smile, and shook his head: "Are you stupid? By plane? The two of you guys are naturally fine with the plane. But if Mr. Hong is in the plane, he is equal to Cast it off! "

He smiled: "After all, it is Vietnam, it is a Vietnamese territory ... Mr. Hong disappeared for a few days, and now the Vietnamese must be looking for him everywhere ... I honestly, you have been cats in Hanoi for a long time, and have not been Vietnamese Find it, you're lucky! "

I smiled and said nothing.

The Vietnamese must also be looking for Hong Da, because Hong Da has been with me since going ashore, and has not contacted the Vietnamese anymore.

After speaking for a while, Hong Da was very wink. He knew that we must talk about some private things. He must not be present as an outsider. He just made an excuse and rested in a cabin inside.

"Let me walk up to A." The fat man sighed and glanced at me. I nodded, leaving Siro in the cabin.

The fat man was injured in the leg, and his body was half-hanging on me. I supported him and laughed, "Brother, you have lost a lot of weight."

The fat man cursed with a smile: "Nonsense, I've been floating on the sea for a long time this time and should have lost a lot of weight."

When I was on the armour, I helped him sit down, and the fat man's face became serious. He looked up at me: "You did a good job this time!"

I didn't speak.

The fat man sighed: "Before you came, I contacted Fang Bazhi ..."

"I ..." Just what I was about to say, the fat man shook his hand and smiled: "You do n’t need to tell me about your business. Although Fang Bazhi and I are nominally an organization, I am in Southeast Asia and he is hosting in North America In this situation, each other will not bother about each other's affairs. If necessary, they will help each other. Do you understand? "

I nodded and a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth: "I understand ... 'Airborne Mode'!"

There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the fat man: "Oh, you understand even this. It seems that in the past six months. You have learned a lot."

Then he sighed: "This time, you are airborne to work on my site. Your difficulties, I will naturally help you ... just ..."

He frowned. Hesitated, then turned to look at the sea in the distance ...

Suddenly, I heard him say softly: "The situation in Canada is complicated now, so be careful yourself."

After a pause, the fat man slowly said again: "The guy, Tiger, I also know ...... I want to say to you: Don't follow his old path!"

My heart moved, I couldn't help staring at the fat man, and looked at his face carefully.

Fat man looks at the sea. The expression on his face was calm, and he could not see any emotional fluctuations. The tone of the speech just now seemed to be very smooth ... but I don't know why, I always think he seems to have something in his words!

Don't follow Tiger's old path ... The meaning of this sentence, on the surface, seems to simply tell me: Don't betray the Eighth Lord. ... don't be a traitor ...

It seems like a very simple warning ...

However, with the relationship between the fat man and me, and his understanding of my temperament, he knows. I, I will never betray my brother!

Fatty knows me well. He didn't have to tell me such a word of "sincerity" at all.

So what does this fat man mean?

Don't follow Tiger's old path!

Is it ...

My face changed slightly!

Does the fat man want to say to me: Don't be too loyal to Yaye like Tiger!

Tiger has reached the point where he is today, objectively speaking, he is a traitor, of course, **** it ... but it is hard to say that there is no Yaha's responsibility!

Like Tiger said, "I have been working for my eighth **** for twenty years, and now I'm getting old, what have I got?"

The atmosphere was a little silent. I obviously felt that the fat man wanted to imply something to me, but from his standpoint, it seemed that some words were not well expressed.

Finally, the fat man laughed a few times and said, "Okay, I've been busy for a day, and my stomach is hungry. You go to the back of the cargo ship and move out the bottom box! Feed your belly first!"

The fat man from Vietnam returned quickly, he replenished the boat with fresh water, and brought back a lot of food. As per the fat man's explanation, I pulled out a box from the cargo ship, which was all gray.

I lifted it out and opened it, only to find a few bottles inside!

The above are crooked, and I don't know what the problem is. If I am happy, I just learned English recently, but the bottle is obviously not English.

"This is Russian!" The fat man patted my head with a smile: "Boy, this is the most authentic vodka! Old Maozi's favorite thing! My collectibles! If you were not here today, I wouldn't be willing to take it Come out! "

There was also a small refrigerator on the boat, and I pulled out a large glass jar from it and glanced: "What is this?"

The fat man quickly snatched the past, with a distressed expression: "Fuck! Be careful when you take it! Don't fall to the ground, you can't afford to chop you!"

He sighed and laughed: "This is also a good thing, the most authentic Russian caviar! I usually can't bear to eat a few mouthfuls, and today is cheap for you!"

We were on the armour, just vodka, eating caviar, and some dazzling food brought back by the Vietnamese, and we settled for dinner.

I'm not used to eating that caviar, although the fat man said it was precious. But Hong Da was clearly aware of the goods. He saw vodka and caviar, and his eyes were immediately clear! So the two fat men, through drinking, quickly became familiar.

Although fat people are injured, it is not advisable to drink, but this kind of fluctuating man of the rivers and lakes ignores these. Still vomiting vodka into his mouth.

After being drunk, the fat man let the Vietnamese take Hong Da into the cabin to rest.

He glanced at me and slowly said, "I'll be sailing tonight ... you ..." He thought for a while and said, "Don't go on my boat."

He sighed, smiled, and said, "It's not very safe at sea. You and Sir, you two go back to Hanoi and leave Vietnam by plane from Hanoi. Anyway, the Vietnamese are looking for Hong Da, you two People are safe in Vietnam. "

I nodded: "Be careful then at sea."

The fat man smiled and said, "Recently we have been out of touch with the Vietnamese. We have done a few trades with each other for several transactions at sea ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Now I let Hong Da take my boat to leave, too As a last resort. He ca n’t show up publicly at stations and airports. It ’s dangerous to show up. It ’s safest to walk from the sea. As for you ... you go back by plane. ”

I didn't say anything, but Siro hesitated. He seemed to want to say something, but I immediately held down his hand and stopped him from speaking.

"Just do it." I said simply: "Let's go back to Hanoi by plane."

The fat man didn't say much, he asked the Vietnamese to take us to the dock, and he stood on the boat and watched me and Siro go away.

"Xiaowu ... is this okay?" Siro was a little worried: "Hong Da is the one we control, and he is now giving him to him ..."

I smiled: "Rest assured, the fat man can definitely be trusted ... he must not let us follow the boat, there must be a reason."

I clenched my fist, holding something in my palm, a very soft ball, a small piece of paper, and didn't know what was written on it.

That was just before the separation, when the fat man hugged me, he quietly stuffed it into my palm!