Beast

At the same time, the lover came out of the room.

He is not very sleepy. Every time he drinks alcohol, he can vomit, vomit, drink and vomit again, and wake up after vomiting, and he is very energetic after a short nap.

The guard at the door was drowsy when he came out, and another was listening to a Walkman.Seeing him appear, he quickly took off the earphones.

Love Saint originally intended to give a few words of advice, such as keeping your ears clear especially in the dead of night, and if there is any trouble, it is easy to find out.

But thinking about it, they couldn't understand what he said, so he confiscated the Walkman, walked out with the bottle, and sat on the porch.

The pleasant air surrounds the villa, summer and autumn meet, and the sky is full of stars.

Love Saint remembers when he was young, when he was still in those tropical rainforests, and every day, every day, when the cocaine or alcohol passed, he would lie on the grass like this.

The grass is soft, like an embrace.

At this time, he would think about what kind of people lived on those stars.

He hasn't read much, but people in his hometown love to tell stories.

A comrade-in-arms told him that fire lives in a star, and water lives in a star.One day water and fire collided and knocked out where they were now.

Therefore, both water and fire are indispensable to human beings, which make up our life and culture.But they are extremely ruthless and cruel, and sooner or later they will lose their temper and tear us apart.

The lover asked, are we the sons of water or the sons of fire?

The comrades-in-arms said, we are none of us, we are just... an unwanted pregnancy.Therefore, water does not recognize us, and fire does not recognize us.It not only wants us to surrender, but also hates our groveling appearance.

Love Saint said, that is still very harsh.

The comrade-in-arms said again, just wait, you will see whether you will be flooded or burned one day.

Love Saint doesn't like this conclusion, so he tries hard to find fire planets and water planets.He fantasizes that fire is a strong man and water is a wise woman, so the human beings produced by their collision are both strong and intelligent.

It wasn't until he grew up that he realized that there was no such thing as water and fire. It was that there were not many adults in their land, and there were a lot of orphans. They felt a little comforted and even pretentious by making up a nice story.

But the strange thing is that every time he looks at the starry sky, he always thinks of this story.

In fact, ever since he came to this country, or even just left the place where the fighting beasts were trained, he has been curious about what a normal family is like.

Just curious, no extra thoughts.

That kind of concern, that kind of love, that kind of burden that is obviously a burden, but is willing to carry it—what the hell is it like.

Every time a lover begins to minister to a family, that family falls apart before his eyes.But some things, although not very good up close, are still good when viewed from a distance.

Like these stars.

The stars all over the sky are like a pile of diamonds that no one picks up.

There was a little noise behind the lover, he turned his head, saw that the poet had also woken up, and he also came out with a bottle of wine.

He and the lover looked at each other, and then sat down next to the lover.

He asked, "What are you doing, you don't sleep at night, did you notice something strange?"

Love Saint smiled and let out a mouthful of alcohol, he said no, so he woke up and couldn't sleep, so he came out casually to get some air.

"What are you thinking about?" The poet squinted at him, and was half-filled with wine.

The lover pondered for a while, then turned to look at the poet.

Although the poet and he are fighting beasts, the poet is different from what he experienced at first glance.This kind of person should have a family, at least know what his parents look like, or——

"What's your home like?" Love Saint asked.

The poet froze for a moment, then stared at the lover curiously.

After staring for a long time, he was sure that the lover was just asking casually.

So the poet also answered casually - "Hell."

The poet doesn't like anyone mentioning the word family to him, he gets nauseous, sick to his stomach, and suddenly spits it out.So if the love saint doesn't want to vomit all by himself - very good, the love saint can see from his eyes that the topic is inappropriate, so he didn't pursue it any further.

Home is a prison, inside there are only cold bars and prison guards who do whatever they want.

All the people who yearn for the family make the poet sick, so that he thinks that the owner is not married until now, which is really the most correct choice.

Of course, this definitely does not include that he does not want Perot to be with the owner.

Quite the contrary, he hoped.

He has been with Cuenka for so many years, and he can see that every time Cuenka's eyeballs pop out, he chases after Pero.

But Pero, the big brother, didn't know which muscle was wrongly wired. He seemed to be able to read words and deeds at ordinary times, but when he encountered Cuenca, all signals failed.

"Let me ask you." In order to resolve the apology and embarrassment of the lover, the poet first changed the subject-"Do you think my owner is straight or curvy?"

Love Saint raised his eyebrows.

The poet took the wine bottle of the lover and placed it between the two.

"If I win, you buy me a bottle. If I lose, I punish myself with a bottle," the poet swore, "I am willing to bet and admit defeat."

Love Saint thought for a few seconds, and suddenly felt that this is a matter of me buying you a drink and you paying for it yourself, and Cuenka is straight or curved, isn't that something that can be seen at a glance-"Of course it is curved , doesn’t he like my owner?”

Fuck, the poet swears a foul word.

This Lover is indeed a Lover. It has only been a long time since he came here, and he has already received such gossip information. He had been with Kunka for about two years before he realized the subtlety.

"Am I right?" Love Saint didn't care about the game, picked up one of the bottles and drank it.

The poet cleared his throat, and the power of gossip began to surge in his body.

In fact, he really wanted to suppress it. After all, it was not appropriate to spend time discussing gossip about his owner.But on weekdays, the poet suffers too much, he has to keep his face dark and long all day long to maintain the character of the leader of the fighting beast army, and finally catch a chat partner - how can he let him go so easily.

"Since you have seen it, I might as well discuss it with you." The poet said slowly, selecting materials quickly in his mind.

Did he start talking from the owner secretly practicing confession in front of the mirror, or the owner often started talking with a smile on the phone, or the name that the owner shouted when he was drunk can also be discussed, let alone having a big time for a while , I wanted to call Perot to confess my feelings, but I dialed the wrong number and called Fukang.

There are so many materials, it is difficult to weigh them.

So the poet was silent for a moment, and decided to start with the most recent one. For example, when the lover just fell asleep, but he was not asleep, he heard the conversation between your owner and my owner from the living room.

It's a pity that he just opened his mouth, and before he could utter a single word in the opening line of the messy verses that were brewing, there was a little rustling sound in the woods opposite them.

The faces of the two of them immediately turned cold, and they put their hands on their waists almost at the same time.

One held a pistol, the other grasped the handle of a dagger.

Jiu Jin, who had been dizzy before, woke up in an instant, and the eyes of the two of them stared at the depths of the woods that made the rustling sound without blinking.

After listening for a while, the rustling sound came again.

Not only that, it seems that there is also the sound of metal collisions.

Alarm bells were ringing in the two of them, and it was too damn hard to convince themselves that it was a mouse that ran over.

So they quickly looked at each other, and the lover immediately returned to the house to inform the two bosses.

The poet immediately drew his gun and kicked the guard sleeping by the door awake.

Perot had to be thankful that he bought a fighting beast in time, otherwise he would never have imagined that anyone would be able to determine the locations of his various houses so accurately.

Similarly, his security guards would never have imagined that this attack would be so frequent.

After all, the residence of drug lords is as secret as their drug manufacturing workshop, and sometimes the partners may not even know it.But now it doesn't count if he wiped out one place, and a second place came after a few days.

If he hadn't preconceived that Fukang was behind the scenes, Perot would even wonder if he had been wanted by the police across the country.

The moment he heard the lover knocking on the door, Peroma immediately turned over, put on a bathrobe, opened the closet, took out an Uzi from the pile of clothes, and immediately asked the lover to kick open the door of Cuenca's room to wake him up.

These two attacks made Perot very strange. Not only was the location determined too accurately, but the enemy's deployment was also too comprehensive.

A group rushed in ahead, and people immediately surrounded them to prevent the people in the house from escaping.

It was at this moment that he dispelled the idea that the other party was the police or the government army. After all, during the official operations, those who could be caught would not be killed, because the ones who were alive could help them follow the vine to catch more.

What's more, after Perot reflected on it, no one wanted to arrest them, and he didn't resist arrest at all, so there was no case of being shot dead due to resistance.

But judging from the fact that the enemy is shooting directly with heavy weapons, it seems that they are all going to be put to death.Apart from the people from Fukang and Yushan, there was really no other option.

This time is good, this time Cuenca doesn't need Perot to help him confirm his guess, and the argument directly slaps Cuenca in the face.

Perot's window was shattered by bullets in an instant, and then two grenades were thrown from the window.

Love Saint just wanted to do things according to the instructions, but when he saw that the owner was in danger, he immediately disobeyed the instructions and changed his course of action.

He didn't care about Cuenca, that was the poet's responsibility.So he turned around, shielded Perot, and dragged him to the other side of the bed.

The grenade exploded, shaking the whole cabin.

Then the lover directly lifted the bed and used it as a cover on the unobstructed window.

Perot didn't dare to stay, so he took up his gun and went to the living room. He grabbed one of the security guards and asked him to open the tunnel, and directed everyone to retreat while covering.

He himself remained in the living room, and began to fire at the gate windows, supporting the poet.

When Kunka was mopped up last time, he brought a fighting beast team, but now there are only two lovers and poets, which is obviously not enough.Perot didn't want to lose any more people, not even ordinary security.

He turned his head and saw the two heads of Yushan who were still on the table, and the anger burned through his limbs and bones in an instant.

Love Saint tried to make Perot go authentic with others for the first time, but was pushed away by Perot.Perot never let go of the trigger, so angry that he couldn't stop firing.

Damn, Perot has been in this business for more than twenty years, twice a week-those people think he is just a small drug dealer who kills casually to make up for it.

He kept firing and kept approaching the gate.

He yelled to tell his subordinates to retreat, and immediately retreated, but the shout was mixed with the artillery fire, so it seemed so weak.

The bullet hit the wooden porch, stirring up waves of smoke and dust, which drenched the small villa like a storm.

Seeing that Perot was unwilling to leave, the Lover had to change to another method of protection.He also picked up the gun on the ground and joined the poet in the fight with the enemy, so that the poet could spare time to save his owner.

The poet stepped back while firing the gun. Just as he was thinking about why his owner couldn't be woken up by such a loud noise, the door of Cuenca's room suddenly opened.

I saw Cuenca wearing a nightgown with nothing underneath.There is neither a jacket nor underwear, and it is as clean as if it had just been created by heaven and earth.

He walked out of the gate in three steps at a time, raised the machine gun in his hand, and fired a burst of fire at the black shadows that could not be seen clearly.

The flames shone from the muzzle, brighter than the stars in the sky.

Cuenca fired the gun wildly, like an enraged brown bear, until the muzzle of the gun was scorching hot, and a brand new magazine was completely used up.

Pero glanced at him, and Cuenka's nightgown was gently blown by the night wind, revealing his lush chest hair and - a lot of indecent things.

Perot sighed, probably this is the picture of the nude shot.

The exchange of fire continued until most of the security guards went down to the tunnel, before Pero and Cuenca got in late under the cover of a few people behind the outflank.

Before entering, Perot seemed to think of something, and suddenly grabbed the arm of the lover, and ordered him—"Catch me a living one, and I want to ask questions."

The poet at the side heard the instruction, and immediately translated it, the lover nodded, and slipped back into the hall of the villa again.

This secret passage leads directly to the parking lot, and they split into two ways. The poet guarded Cuenca, and the other two guarded Perot, squeezed into two off-road vehicles, and drove towards the distance while being escorted back and forth.

Perot turned his head to look at his villa, and the gunfire had stopped by this time.

The enemy also wanted to drive after him, but was blocked by two security cars behind him.

He watched the car being forced to stop, watched the two cars collide with force, watched the final flames and gunshots, and then there was a silence and overbearing darkness.

Although these are all little soldiers he can't name, they are bastards who have long been prepared to be cannon fodder, and they will have nothing to eat without him as a big brother, but every time they see them die in battle, Pero's heart aches endlessly.

They deserve better, and that's Perot's responsibility as the boss.It was also this pain that made him brew his hatred more violently.

At that moment, he figured it out. Fu Kang killed his brother like trampling an ant to death, but he wished he could cast a golden fortress to enclose his family.

It doesn't matter if Fukang wants to get out of his body, Perot is not afraid of dying.

Perot gritted his teeth and waited quietly until he saw another car come out from behind, sharply accelerated the gas to catch up with them, opened the window and poked his head out. Perot looked away.

Although I don't know how Love Saint did it, but he finally completed the task.

Several cars galloped in the dark and circled the city for two hours before Perot suddenly gave a third location and asked the driver to take them there.

These are a few very inconspicuous cabins, and I have never lived in them.It was originally used to live in the nearby kitchen workers, and occasionally the accountant went to settle accounts, and would take a rest there for a while.

He thought that no one would know about this, at least not tonight.

When they actually arrived at the doors of these cabins, the sky was already slightly bright.It was the moment he stepped out of the car door that Perot felt tired and sleepy.

He has not slept well for many days in a row. This is definitely not the rhythm of life that a 40-year-old should have.

The workers were still surprised to see Perot's face, and those who were asleep ran out quickly.

Pero raised his hand to tell them all to go back, and asked Lover to drag the man who was tied up by him out of the car.

The man seemed to have realized his own fate, so he opened his mouth and began to curse, as if this could reflect his loyalty and bravery.

Perrault brushed the butt of his gun across the man's face to silence him a little.Then he looked towards Cuenka's car, waiting for Cuenka to walk down slowly with a look of hostility.

Perot looked Cuenca up and down, pointed to the gadget that Cuenca showed, and said—"Let them take you to put on a pair of pants first, and I'll wait for you in the study."

As he spoke, he asked Lover to drag the hostage and walked to one of the wooden houses used for office.

When the love saint really came over wearing a pair of calico beach pants, the hostage had enough rest and was about to be tortured.Kunka almost beat this man into an idiot, even after the beating, he found pliers and cut off his fingers one by one.

This young man was also stubborn, he didn't say anything until he lost one arm, but in the end he said yes, but he only said something related to Yushan.

Let him give a specific example, such as the address of any kitchen in Yushan, even if it is not a kitchen, and just say a few other nightclubs under the flag of Yushan besides the well-known ones, to prove that he is indeed from Yushan.

Too bad he couldn't tell at all.

Perot sat on the sidelines and listened, and at the end he still felt that the young man was not from Yushan, otherwise he would have said the name of Yushan, but he didn't know a single location-this is not normal.

In the end, Cuenca's anger was almost exhausted, and he couldn't figure out what to do. When he was about to shoot him, Perrault stopped him and asked his men to drag him out. alright.

Afterwards, he closed the wooden door, looked back at Kunka, who was covered in blood and wearing only a pair of beach pants, and raised his chin—"Do you need more proof?"

Cuenca's chest heaved violently. Yes, if it wasn't for the official and Yushan, there would be no one else who could inflict such a big blow on Perot.

"I made an appointment with Fukang to meet today, and I won't break the appointment," Cuenca said, paused, and looked up at Perot—"Even if he really wants to mess with us, I don't believe he dared to kill me on the spot. "

Perot nodded silently.

"Take a shower before you go," Perot urged - "don't come back to me after meeting, just fly back to your site. My side is not peaceful, and your side probably won't be much better."

"What about you?" Kunka asked.

Perot thought for a while and replied, "I have a plan, and I still have reinforcements. I will contact you when I make arrangements."