Beast

The night before the operation began, Love Saint had a dream.

He dreamed of a huge iron cage falling from the sky, trapping him in place.

There was a vague figure in the cage, the man was holding a dagger, rushing towards him like an arrow.Love Saint turned around to dodge, but was slashed by the sharp edge.Although I didn't feel any pain, blood gushed out of my arm immediately.

He was very scared and wanted to shake the cage and escape.

But the iron cage is firm and cannot be shaken at all.Then the black shadow came towards him again, and also drew a line on his back.

The love saint was knocked to the ground by him, and he raised his hand to grab the other party's neck.The man raised his dagger and stabbed it, as if he wanted to take the life of the love saint.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Qing Sheng grabbed the blade, the blade cut through the palm of his hand, and hung dangerously above his head.

The man's strength was so fierce, he pressed the dagger down little by little.The point of the knife was facing the eyeball of the lover, and the blood dripped into the eye of the lover.

His vision suddenly became bright red and blurred, making Love Saint unable to open his eyes.

He fought against it vigorously, until the man let go of his strength first, and the love saint took the opportunity to bend his elbow and knock him away hard.

Then the love saint quickly turned back to the guest, twisted off the man's dagger, rode neatly on the man's body, and without hesitation clenched his fist and threw it at the man's face.

He hit it again and again, and the sweat passed into his eyeballs, which diluted the blood in the eyes and made the redness slowly recede.

So he could see blood dripping from his fist, he could see the black ground and the brown railings, he could see the man's teeth, eyebrows, and hair. The range that was out was scattered again.

Love Saint's heart ached from being scratched, and the unbearable feeling was ten thousand times better than knife wounds and gunshot wounds.So he smashed harder until the man was dying and unable to fight back.

Finally, another punch, so that even the spasmodic twitch of the enemy disappeared.

Panting, the lover stopped, rested for a moment, and moved away from the enemy.He looked at the motionless corpse lying on the ground, and the pain in his heart increased a bit.

He has known him for a long time.But he didn't know him, never knew him.

Love Saint walked to the edge of the cage, holding the iron bars with both hands.

The crowd yelled at him, and the lights kept flickering in front of his eyes.

Love Saint knows that he still has a process to finish, the cage can't be opened yet, and he can't leave yet.To kill a man is to kill his soul, so the lover went back to the body, took the man's dagger, and severed the head of the enemy.

He put the head aside and cupped the bleeding.

The lines on the fingers were immediately filled with this eye-catching red, bending like a snake in a lake of fire.

He took a sip, and another.The sticky taste and rust-like smell filled his nostrils, making his heart beat violently again after he had just calmed down.

It was the pain and anger of someone else's soul being strangled. Feeling the anger of his defeated opponent, the lover poured out his blood inch by inch, filling his chest bit by bit.

Then, he lifted the head that had been separated from the body.He roared, with a beast-like stench coming out of his mouth.

And so the cage opened, and the cheers of the crowd reached a crescendo.They screamed, growled, thumped the handrail, and waved wine bottles.They are his companions, they are his audience.

The love saint came to the ink pool with his head up, and the man in the cloak asked him to lie down.The man tapped a nail on the part of his skin that was not inscribed with a medal, until they joined together into a small totem.

Ink poured down and embedded in the texture.

Love Saint raised his head and looked at the head.

The skull's eyes were not closed, and fragments of the soul still remained in its eyes.

It seems to say, go on, keep running forward, don't feel guilty, don't hesitate, don't look back.

Don't stop, never stop.

Love Saint opened his eyes, the phone had been vibrating beside him for quite a while.

The poet called Love Saint and told him that the explosives had arrived in Posai Bay and should be sent to the destination tomorrow morning or at noon. He asked Love Saint to keep an eye on it and notify them as soon as there was any news.

Love Saint knows, but he feels that everything is going well, just wait for a good harvest.

The more steps in the plan, the easier it is to make mistakes.But this time the plan can only last two or three links, shortening the information lag and action error, so there must be no problem.

The poet let out an oh and didn't hang up the phone.Love Saint asked him what else to explain, and he said very unwillingly—"Have you received the poem I sent you?"

The love saint smiled, and he said that he received it, of course he received it.

"Then you won't reply to my message?" said the poet, "You don't understand, do you want me to explain it to you?"

Lover said no, he was talking to Perot when the phone rang and I forgot about it.

"This poem is very good. I read it, and the owner also read it. He said it was very good." Love Saint added.

Satisfied, the poet happily hung up the phone.

Love Saint sat holding the phone for a long time before dispelling all the emotions left by the dream just now.

He opened the inbox and read the poem. In fact, he didn't quite understand it. Although he started serving Perot and mixed with Perot's subordinates every day, his language improved quickly, but it didn't mean he could understand those code words. Figurative reference and allegory.

It was Perot who told him several times with a translator before he barely understood what it meant.

Love Saint knows quite a few fighting beasts who have such a carefree attitude. The identity of fighting beasts has nothing to do with their hobbies and past experiences.

He knew wandering singers, farm workers, musicians who played violins on the street, painters who made their homes in poverty, and even a young man who was once rich and came from a wealthy family but was willing to enter the training camp for fighting beasts.

They come from different societies, different experiences, different family backgrounds, the only thing they have in common is their desire to fight all the time, for whatever reason.It seems that only in this way can they feel the motivation to continue to live.

The lover put the phone in his pocket and went out to find some wine.When I came to the living room, I saw the door of Perot's bedroom was open, and Perot was not asleep, standing on the balcony smoking a cigarette.

The lover knocked on the door, and Perrault nodded to let him come.

Love Saint took out his mobile phone and opened the simultaneous translation software.

"Are all the arrangements for tomorrow?" Perot asked.

Love Saint nodded, "I have divided into six groups, guarding our six warehouses. There are a total of seventeen security guards accompanying us, and I am also divided into three groups. The first group is stationed on several main roads that can pass through. The second group is on standby in the backup villa, and there is another group—I will let them follow you wherever you go.”

"Where are the guns and bullets?" Perrault asked again.

Love Saint replied, "It's all been allocated, and I counted it before dinner. I left the two RPGs for the accompanying group. Once we are surrounded, we can break through."

Pero was satisfied, but Love Saint was still a little worried. He hesitated for a while, but still couldn't help asking—"Master, do we want to guard against Cuenca?"

Perrault turned his head to him. "What's wrong?"

"I told you that Cuenca met Saga from Yushan a few days ago. I asked my brothers to inquire, but I haven't found out what they talked about for the time being."

Love Saint reported truthfully, "If you are worried about destroying his relationship with you, then I can send a few people to change into plain clothes and rush to his pier overnight to secretly monitor the movements of Kunka and the poet. If something unexpected happens , so we can prepare in advance.”

Perot opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out.

He turned his head back, thought for a moment, and finally shook his head.

"Forget it, it's not necessary," Perot smiled, "don't cut our manpower."

And in a hut in a neighboring country, Mario and C4 are already sharing theater tickets with some of their subordinates.

"Have you ever watched a children's show?" Mario asked C4.

C4 shook his head, "I haven't been to a regular theater, but I have seen the condolence song and dance troupe when the troops came."

"Consolation group?" Mario narrowed his eyes.

"Well," C4 explained, "Give us some morale-boosting performances." Seeing a wretched smile begin to appear on Mario's face, C4 corrected—"The kind of performance that puts all discipline buttons on."

Mario laughed and exhaled a thick puff of smoke.

C4 thinks that his owner is good at everything, but sometimes his thoughts are too dirty.How could such a pure person like him follow such a filthy owner? It must be a trick of fate.

He handed the ticket to Mario, pointed to one of the girls, and brought the subject back—"This is it."

Mario took the ticket and looked at it. A few children like swans were in the center of the ticket. The light was very good, and the smooth stage was as calm as the surface of water.

The faces of several starring children could be seen clearly. He took out a few other photos from his pocket, compared them, and threw the tickets and photos on the table to signal everyone's attention.

"They're all children, so keep a low profile when the time comes." Mario said to the other four people, "Take away his wife and mother-in-law first, and take them away from the backstage after the intermission. Remember, it's not a last resort. Don't shoot in front of these parents."

Mario is still very careful about this point, he is a philanthropist in his own city, he doesn't want to accidentally hurt any child, let his parents who are dying of heartbreak make a fuss, and ruin his whole life of wisdom.

So he won't be there, because he is afraid that if something goes wrong on the scene, he won't be able to clean it up.

He and C4 will wait in the safe house. Once the three people are brought out successfully, they will be sent to the safe house to meet him. After that, he only needs to turn on the TV and wait for the explosive news, and then wait for Fukang to start his attack. Wife's phone.

In fact, Mario had other ideas, which he did not confess to Perot. After all, he was in a life-and-death situation, and he might be suspected of taking advantage of the situation by doing so.

But when I think about it, I can't give up.

What he was thinking about was the goods that Fukang hadn't shipped.

The attack was so sudden, Fu Kang must have a lot of inventory that he hadn't had time to deal with.Anyway, the family's wife and daughter have already been tied up by him, and he can be considered to be able to contribute if everything is done this way, so let Fukang transfer the goods in stock to him-it's not an exaggeration.

Perot would definitely be upset if he found out, but what if... he didn't know?What if this was Mario and Vaucon's little secret?

Mario rubbed the center of his brows, and he saw Perot's forehead with bulging veins, but suppressed anger, which made Mario a little bit tangled.But soon that face turned into Cuenca's greasy look, so Mario made up his mind again.

After all, he had to take people to Posai Bay to pick up Cuenca and Perot later, so he really deserved a little more pay.

But Mario didn't think about it, just such a little careful thought, not only did not trap Kunka, but almost killed Pero.

How could he have thought that the goods were no longer in Fukan's hands, but in Perot's warehouse.Fukang fled overseas in order to exchange for cash as soon as possible. He gave all of it to Perot on credit last month.

But now this has become a ransom in exchange for the lives of his wife and daughter, so Fu Kang had no choice but to bite the bullet and grab it back.

Not only that, he didn't even have time to explain clearly to Mario what method he would use to snatch it back in time.