Beast

It was a clear summer morning, and Cuenca was standing on his pier, looking at the wide blue sea and the blue sky without white clouds.A continuous stream of workers unloaded the containers from the ships, and then transported them to the warehouse by crane or trolley and stacked them neatly.

The warehouse can't be seen at a glance, and the scale is so large that Kunka himself has never expected it.

But he just did it.

Cuenca recalled the scene when he first arrived at this pier.

Back then the pier wasn't that big or wide.The wooden fence is already old, and there are no huge freighters, only messy fishing boats.

That was the trophy given to him by Fukang, a reward for Kunka's successful removal of an important partner of Yushan.

In that battle, Cuenca took the lead without fear.After getting the address of the stronghold, he greeted a few off-road vehicles and carried a dozen people in full armor to the factory building.

But he didn't expect that what the informant leaked to Fu Kang was fake news.

When Kunka came to the factory building, he didn't see a single person.He tried to search the entire small building, but he was surrounded by the well-prepared Yushan people.

Cuenca and his men were surrounded, surrounded by nearly 30 people.

Of course Cuenka knew that he had no chance of winning, and the people in Yushan could see it, so one of their leaders came up and tried to negotiate with Cuenka. They said that as long as Cuenka gave the addresses of the three kitchens, Yushan would let Cuenka go. Life.

They had already prepared the plane, and after Cuenca confessed, once they verified that he was not lying, put him on the plane and left this place safely.

Not only that, they will also give Cuenka a generous reward. Although Cuenka cannot maintain the current expenses, as long as he saves a little, he can start another life in the new land.

Cuenca didn't need to face Fukang's questioning, nor did he need to witness Yushan's victory over Pu Saiwan.

It is the best thing for a person to be alive, let alone look - the people in Yushan spread their hands - right now I have the final say on whether you will live or not.

At that time, Cuenca did not reach his current status. Although he was considered a small leader, he had no docks and no connections with Perot.The people in Yushan are indeed merciful, but he is unwilling to accept this charity.

Kunka didn't talk about conditions, and the moment he knew he had been ambushed, he was ready to die.

He is indeed a drug dealer, but if he was really so afraid of death, he would have followed his sister's advice and gone back to the office, and now he would not play his life to this extent.

So Kunka raised his gun without hesitation and fired the first bullet first.

What an amazing thing is a gun. When you pull the trigger, all fear and worry disappear.

Every recoil of the gun body is full of energy, and that energy is like a needle full of cocaine piercing into the blood, injection after injection of near-death excitement and madness.

That day they fought in a group, the light of the gunfire was like the morning star shining in front of them after being hallucinated, and the sound of explosions and screams and roars was stirring the blood in their bodies.

What does it mean to live after death, when you are not even afraid of death - then no one can kill you.

Cuenca didn't feel any pain, and he didn't notice the blood on his side and arm until he and the three surviving people finally stopped firing and lit a cigarette.

The white powder was everywhere due to the fight, and the wound seemed to be anesthetized by it, and the touch became so distant and unreal.

Kunka looked down at the corpses and the messy blood and warheads all over the ground. The white powder flying in the air gave them a sense of historical confusion.

So Kunka also leaned down, dipped his fingers in a little blood that had dissolved white powder, and let it touch his gums, allowing him to return to reality faster.

It was this battle that made Vukang give him the pier.

It looks dilapidated, sparse, dirty, and messy, but only those who work in this industry know that this is a silver wharf.

When large freighters were underdeveloped, its treasures were hidden in the awnings of fishing boats.The foam created by the waves is business opportunities that keep emerging. Under the reef touched lazily by the sea, Fukang once carried the trust and admiration for Cuenca.

Cuenca has indeed worked hard to take care of it better and better. Watching it rebuilt day by day, the road is getting smoother and smoother.Watching the ships get bigger and bigger and more luxurious.Seeing that more and more goods come down every day, and the variety is getting richer-oh, how could Cuenca let it be taken away.

He died for it once, and he wouldn't mind dying for it again.

Cuenca called C4 and asked the people there—"How do you want me to cooperate?"

Kunka had seen C4, and that was probably the little guy in Mario's camp that he hated the least.

Although C4 always looked like he was on the wrong channel, perhaps it was because of his frequent disconnection of attention that he didn't show Mario's irritating aggressiveness.

C4 said that Fukang's daughter was performing at the children's theater on Wednesday night. Grandma and mother would go there. Fukang's security guards could not enter the theater, so we will take his family away from the theater at around 08:30 on Wednesday night.

"During this period, I will send you a courier with three packages in it. You can use it to blow up three Fukang's villas, distract him at the same time, and immediately cut off the communication with the outside world so as to Protect yourself."

"Did you send the explosives?" Kunka couldn't laugh or cry, "Did you send it by yourself or—"

"There is no problem with the C4 explosives passing the security check. I will send the remote control along with it. You have to detonate it at about eight o'clock on Wednesday evening—after his daughter started performing—and don't allow time for Fukang to react. Only in this way can we grasp the rhythm and not give him the opportunity to inform his wife and daughter to transfer."

Kunka went through it in his mind, and asked uncertainly, "Even if you can deliver the explosives, I can't send this courier directly to their villa. There are many people standing guard around the villa, not to mention suspicious packages. Even if there are suspicious vehicles passing by their vicinity, they will be closely watched."

"My package is not suspicious, it's three little snowmen," C4 said aggrievedly, "it looks very cute, and it has a carrot nose. Just write a small card and say it's a birthday present for Cuenca's daughter. , they'll put it in."

"What about after that?" Kunka hesitated for a moment, then asked—"Wait for Fukang to contact you after that?"

"Yes, if everything goes well, he will call his wife and daughter after he arrives at the safe house, then we can negotiate with him," C4 explained, "You can go back to Posai Bay and Perot the next day. Let's meet up and watch out for Yushan to wait for an opportunity to attack."

Kunka thought about it and felt that this plan would work.

Although the explosion of Fukang's three villas will attract the attention of the police, but such a big provocation must make Fukang not the police, but his family members in the first place.

As long as he gets in touch with his family, Kunka will be sure—even if Fu Kang is taken away by the police in the end, he won't say a single extra word.

Kunka hung up the phone and went through the whole context in his mind.

Although he was still skeptical about the package of explosives on the phone, when the three packages were actually delivered, Kunka took one apart and looked at it, not to mention, it was really cute.

Two little snow balls stuck together, and a smiling face was drawn next to the red nose.

Just when Kunka was lamenting that the little guy C4 was really ingenious, the poet happened to come in from outside the house. He glanced at the little snowman and said disdainfully—"This is C4?"

Cuenca laughed, he said yes, how do you know?

The poet pointed to the snowman's nose and said, isn't this the detonated detonator, which is so ugly and has no aesthetic feeling at all.

Kunka was surprised, looked at the snowman again, and suddenly felt that it was not as cute as before.

The poet opened a bottle of wine, curled his lips in distaste, "It is crudely made, kneading it like this is not as good as my craftsmanship, do you believe that I can carve a prose poem for you on the C4 dough the size of your fingernail?"

Cuenca raised his forehead.

The poet took a deep breath and said—"Although the end of the explosion is ashes and smoke, poetry can give meaning to its soul. So in this kind of explosives, in this situation, and in this kind of plot where best friends turn against each other, The poems I choose must be about betrayal and confession. I once read one that went like this, and it went like this—"

"I'm a bit hungry." Cuenca took the bottle, took a few sips, and patted the poet's shoulder. "I'll go to the kitchen to see if there are any chicken legs."

Looking at this vulgar and incomprehensible back, the poet suddenly understood the reason why Cuenca was not accepted by Perrault.This owner is just like this snowman, just like a black bear, with no sense of beauty at all.

But the poet's poetic nature was not finished, and he couldn't hold down a few sips of wine. Under anxiety, he took out his mobile phone, quickly typed the inspiration on the mobile phone, pondered it several times, and finally felt comfortable and refreshed.

He flipped through the address book for several rounds, and after he couldn't find anyone to send to - he chose the number of the lover.

He's helping Lover learn the language, he's awesome.

Cuenca called Perot after dinner and confirmed the mission process for the third time.

Perot's tone was unhurried, and he didn't say anything superfluous. He just told Cuenca that he would keep an eye on Yushan first, and that he would send someone to the airport to pick up Cuenca after Fukang was taken away by the police.

Kunka still felt uneasy. He sent explosives from far away. Even if the other party wanted to rush over to fight him, it would take an hour's flight.

Ke Peiluo and Fukang are in the same city, and it takes more than an hour to drive a car with more horsepower.

What's more, Fukang knew the location of so many villas of Perot, even if he didn't have time to do it, he should have leaked all of them to Yushan.

"It's all right, Patriot is here," Perrault said.

After these words had a soothing effect, the next second made Kunka feel sour again.He knows that Perot will employ people, and he is much more cautious than himself, but if he likes it, he will worry, and if he is worried, he will--

"When it's over, I want to have a good talk with you." Perot added.

This sentence dispelled all the sourness in Kunka's heart in an instant. He froze for a moment, holding the phone, carefully thinking about the meaning.

His instinctive reaction was that Perot wanted to revisit the issue of the division of power in Pusai Bay, but he felt that Perot would not be so alien to him.Although the two are in partnership, Kunka never thought of grabbing the top spot after defeating Fukang.

He knew that his qualifications and influence were not as good as Perot's, so he listened to Perot's arrangement.

But in fact, Perot didn't want to talk about this. Like Cuenca, he didn't want to compete with the other party at all.It would be best if the original cooperation method can be continued well, and if Cuenca wants to grow bigger - that doesn't matter.

No matter how the situation develops, Perot always believes that Cuenca will never turn his guns against him.

So what he wants to say is - "If Fu Kang leaves smoothly, then our next enemy will be Yushan. Although I can hold them back for the time being, people from other gangs may not think so."

Perot was right.

Although Pu Sai Wan is the largest drug smuggling group, there are many small gangs around it.Those gangs are their branches, and they pay them a certain amount of tax every year, and they also escort their business.

But if Fukang leaves, the gangs below may choose sides again.

Just like when the old storyteller of Yushan was killed, many small gangs that were originally protected by Yushan turned against Posaiwan.

Everyone is always skeptical of the new young generation, so even if Perot or Cuenca sits on the dragon seat, it will take a year or two to prove whether they are firmly seated.

"I'll talk to them when the time comes, don't worry about that." Kunka said, "I haven't seen those people for a long time, and I happened to be walking around."

Pero knows Cuenca's method of "talking". It's nothing more than I set a price, you increase the price, and I pay another price. After two or three rounds, we can make a compromise, and if we can't compromise-kill pull down.

And Perot's routine is that I won't talk to you first, I will find out about you, the location of your warehouse, the route you took the goods, the troubles you broke through, your report materials-then I will put these in front of you , let you bid.

Each of these two approaches has its advantages, but also has its fatal shortcomings.

Cuenca's method is easy to attract hatred, and he has made thousands of enemies. From time to time, people bleed to death, and the gunshots continue.Although it is easy to reach an agreement at the beginning and the efficiency is high, it is inevitable that the other party will not accept it orally, and will turn his face when he finds an opportunity.

Although Perot's method is relatively peaceful and everyone does not shed blood, it takes time to obtain the materials, and it takes time for the materials to take effect, but the validity period of the "materials" is still very limited-this leads to long nights and dreams, sleepless nights, and easy maintenance. The inertia and arrogance of others, it is not enough to talk about the price neatly.

So Perot thinks that the best way is to combine the two.

He can collect materials and talk at the same time, but if they can't reach an agreement, then let Cuenka make an example to others.

Using both grace and power, both soft and hard, perhaps this is the maximum value that the parabola can take.

"I really need your help," Perot said of his suggestion-"I want you to come back and sit with me in Posai Bay."

As soon as these words came out, Kunka's thoughts instantly galloped to the front of the house and the backyard of the two people. You and I clocked in and went to work. Meaning, "How?"

"You move back in," Perot said. "Let's live together for a while, at least let other people see that you and I can't split Pusai Bay, and they don't need to find another backer."

"Live with you?" Kunka pretended to be calm.

"Well," Perrault replied, "I'll buy you another house if you don't want to."

Willing, why not, very willing.

This idea is so good that Kunka immediately wanted to rush back with the little snowman in his arms.

Cuenca wiped his face, secretly glad he was talking to Perot on the phone instead of face to face.

He glanced at the glass of the wine storage cabinet, and he felt that the smile on his face was a bit obscene.