Beast

Perot was very happy, and kept looking at his new underling on the way back.

The country allows private armed forces, which also makes this type of private security, killer and escort industry very popular.Needless to say, the most popular among them is this group of carefully selected fighting beasts.

Fighting beasts are not mercenaries, people who put their heads on their belts for nationality or money.But their sense of desperation is no less than that of mercenaries, which comes from the fact that they have brute force but are useless.Many fighting beasts have been orphans since they were young. After being rescued from war-torn areas, some of them were taken away by child soldier organizations in various countries.

They grew up in the smoke of gunpowder, even if they have not received formal training, their ability to adapt to changes is better than those of regular background, otherwise they would not be able to live to this day.

Fighting beasts are not soldiers, nor are they people who throw their heads for blood and honor.But their loyalty is higher than that of soldiers. They call the person who bought them the owner, and they are proud of being able to successfully protect the owner's safety.

This shame is directly linked to his own price tag and integrity, so the beast chosen by Perot—if his owner hadn't stumbled into the swimming pool and fell to his death, I am afraid that his career will also follow the predecessor. end with the death of the owner.

Therefore, as long as their contract is not terminated, the beasts will die to protect the lives of their owners. This is the basis for their generous remuneration, and it is also the reason why they enjoy privileges and show off their might in front of their peers and even other civilians.

This privilege is very important, that is, as long as there is a breeder, killing will not pay for life.

And once they are held accountable, their owners will be punished for them.If you have money give money, if you don't have money go to jail or torture.But even if the cost of crime is so low, fighting beasts almost never defect after killing someone for personal vendetta.

After all, this is the life they chose voluntarily, so if they destroy it with their own hands, it would be better to simply kill them.

This is why Kunka must let Pero buy a fighting beast. Their loyalty, bravery, fearlessness, caution and extraordinary skills make them worth the money.

Cuenca bought a bunch of them himself, and added a few more to it every year.

Part of the money he earned was dedicated to raising fighting animals, which also allowed him to go anywhere without fear of getting drunk.

But now he's a little upset.

Because Perot is always talking to the beast, or the beast is always teasing Perot.

Can Perot understand what this guy is saying?Certainly not, so Perot always had to pat Cuenca sitting next to him and let him do simultaneous translation.

Kunka was in terribly painful pain. He picked a strong man and sent it to the man I like. He was very distressed about his wallet, and he wanted to repent.

This fighting beast is famous for its slippery mouth, so much so that the previous owner directly called him Love Saint.Kunka has met him several times, and is used to teasing him like this.

But at the moment he was not in the mood to tease at all, because he had to listen to the love saint teasing Perot.

Although fighting beasts are said to be beasts, their status is actually very high.The family bought a fighting beast, and he could immediately become the leader of all security guards.He will go anywhere with his owner, and even stay by the bedside in the bedroom if necessary.

Kunka knew very well about fighting beasts, and many rich people liked to use fighting beasts to protect their wives and daughters—it turned out that this was absolutely a fucking mistake.No one knows which day his wife or daughter will be fascinated by this muscle, so he protects it and goes to bed.

Now there is one more thing to add - it is not reliable to let them guard the man.

The title of Love Saint is absolutely well-deserved. Perot told him not to talk about it anymore, and he kept praising him.

From Perrault's hair to his eyes to his beard to the smell of his body, Cuenca is worried that he will use Quapello's bed skills next time he comes.

Perot is crooked, how crooked it is-it's hard to say, after all, there have been men around him, but it was only a flash in the pan.Cuenca asked about Perot's situation, but the two were colleagues after all. Even if Perot admitted it, Cuenca would not be able to clarify his mind.

But Perot really can't see what he means?Kunka didn't believe it. He thought Perot didn't like him, so he pretended to be stupid and didn't understand.

You can see that Perot's eyes are inseparable from lovers now, which is more curved than mosquito coils.

Is it that pretty?Forgive Cuenca's age for limiting his aesthetics.He glanced at the body filled with tobacco and alcohol, and then at the still muscular and collagen-rich lover.

What's the use of looking good, why don't you buy it for yourself as a fighting beast.

Cuenca made an excuse that he was tired and stopped translating.Then he closed his eyes and lay down on the back of the car.

Cuenca did give the right gift, and he made Perrault very happy, but Cuenca himself—he was not happy at all.

Kunka's own fighting beast hummed a song and steadily controlled the steering wheel.This is the fighting beast that Cuenka valued the most. After following him for six years, Cuenka called him a "poet".

Because he looks foolish and very greasy, but in fact he utters a few polite words when he has nothing to do.

In fact, Kunka was also surprised at the beginning. You can read those lines that show that you are more educated than me, but I can’t even read those poems. How come you are like a beast for us upstarts.

The poet said—brother, you don’t understand, this is faith.

Okay, Cuenca doesn't understand.His belief has long been in arrears, and even canceled his account.

So the poet can see Cuenka's expression of "I'm very tangled but I'm too embarrassed to say it clearly". He took out a bottle of wine, took out a cigarette and lit it for the elder brother.

"Actually, that's also good," the poet leaned against the car door, smoking a cigarette, and looked at the small house closest to the city from a distance, "People always like the new and dislike the old, and they always like what they can't reach. Now love It’s fresh to have a holy companion by his side, but if you look down and don’t look up—after a few days, he will miss your greasy and vulgarity again.”

Cuenca felt he should fire the poet.

"Love is sweet, but sweet things are easy to ferment. Especially in such a hot summer, the sweat on the body will accelerate the reproduction of bacteria. If it is too sweet, it will be sour, and if it is sour for a long time, it will stink. Yours is ready."

Why did those killers attack Perot instead of himself?

Kunka couldn't help sighing, otherwise, he might be able to use the attack to kill the literary fool around him.

The poet wanted to say something else, but Cuenca raised his hand to stop him, "Stop talking, what you said, the weather is too hot and dry, I'm afraid I won't be able to help but smash your head with a wine bottle."

The poet fell into a sad silence.

After a while, the poet took out a stack of photos from his coat pocket and handed them to Cuenca, "This is the camera record of the roads you asked me to check. I found it. It was indeed the people from Yushan who raided Pei Luo's villa on Nansha Street."

Cuenca took the thick photos and flipped through them one by one.

"What conflict do we have with Yushan?" Kunka was a little puzzled.

Although they didn't know where Yushan's old house was, when they passed one of the traffic lights, a car rolled down the window and dropped a cigarette butt.So the store's camera captured his face. Kunka recognized this face, and it was the killer under Yushan's flag.

Smoking is indeed harmful to health.

"We have no contact with Yushan, but there should be one on Perot's side," said the poet. "I heard that a batch of goods sank before Yushan. It was sunk, and 29 people died, all in containers. Sailors included. Including the smuggler head, there are 35 in total. It says it was sunk by customs, which is an accident, but there are rumors that Perot's people did it."

"Pero?" Cuenca was even more strange. Pero didn't seem like someone who would take the initiative to make trouble.

However, the poet nodded and explained—"Perot had a pet three years ago, and he gambled a lot. If Perot didn't give him money, he borrowed it everywhere, and he borrowed it from Yushan people. He couldn't pay it back, and was caught behind the trailer. Dragged two streets and killed."

Kunka was surprised that there was such a good thing—no, there was such a history.

It's all because Cuenca has been out of the province. Even if he wants to inquire about Perot's gossip, it's not convenient for him to ask. It's normal that the news is not well-informed.

Once we get here, we have to talk about the business they do.