Beast

It's a sunny day, and it's officially autumn in Posai Bay.The leaves will not turn red or yellow, but the temperature drops very comfortably.

Perot transported everyone to an open space at the junction of Pusai Bay and Yushan, where you can see the beautiful waters of Pusai Bay.The blue of the sea and the sky are connected together. Standing on the edge, you can see the Pusai Bay on the other side and the Yushan Mountain on the other side.

Only the hilltop facing the water is exposed from the small Yushan Mountain, which looks like a green island floating on the water.

Cuenca was able to go out to the field two days ago, and the poet can already serve him tea and water, and even go out for a walk occasionally.

Perot said that he must get up before today, what an important day today, how could he be absent.

He locked Saga in a small room with a big screen all night. There was nothing in the small room, only the electronic screen kept playing the videos he had collected.

Perot hoped that those images could be remembered by Saga so that it could occupy a corner of his soul firmly before his death.

Seven captives were also transported here from different places, and the fighting beasts hung them on the wooden frame in the open space.Six of them had given up struggling. Weakness and despair made them exhausted. Only his wife was still crying and twisting her body from time to time.

Cuenca got out of the car on crutches.The poet supported him with gauze and sent him to Perrault's side.

"She must have shed few tears before," Perrault said to Cuenca, "otherwise she would have so much stock."

Kunka turned his head to look at the seven captives wrapped like cocoons, and then looked around the surrounding layout.

At this moment, 27 fighting beasts were fully armed and surrounded the entire venue.They smoked, chatted, played with the few remaining small animals, and wrapped detonators for them.

After the ceremony starts, the remnants of Yushan will definitely receive the news.Therefore, Posai Bay still needs to make the final defense, lest those Yushan gangsters who have nowhere to retreat will fight with them.

In addition to the fighting beasts, dense security guards are interspersed.

At the moment they were moving several oil drums and brought a bunch of small stools.

Perrault had something for his enemies and a seat for his guests.

He would like to know whether the remnants are more willing to be their enemies or guests after seeing all this.

"Is it really going to be like this?" Kunka sighed and took out the cigarette tremblingly.His arms were still weak, and it seemed difficult to light a cigarette.After finally lighting up the smoke, he puffed out the smoke for a long time, "Kill the whole family, you are not so cruel to Fukang."

"So I was immature at that time." Pero raised his eyebrows, paused, and shook his head helplessly, "What difference does it make if you kill early and kill late. Do more and do less, maybe you're still doing it."

"This time it was done so suddenly and so decisively. I am worried that other people will hate and fear you. If you take Yushan away, it may not be easy to manage." Kunka was slightly worried, but in fact, he did not express his concern. use.

Perrault had demonstrated his new habit by the way he governed the Bay of Posai—it was scary, and that was okay.It doesn't matter if people hate it.As long as they don't say it or show it, Naperot can pretend not to know.

And once it comes out, kill it.Killing one is not enough, killing a group.Killing a group is not enough, killing the whole family.Killing with relatives and old friends, killing by uprooting, killing until there is no strength to draw a gun, killing the other party is dead, or oneself is dead.

"Do you think those people will be convinced if I don't kill his whole family?" Perot asked back.

Cuenca didn't answer.

He can see the changes in Perot. Perot, who was cautious at the beginning and valued peace as the most important thing, is disappearing bit by bit.

When Saga was brought, his complexion was already pale.

Perrault had him pinned on a chair, facing the hanging sausages.He didn't want to listen to Saga, so his mouth was gagged, and his hands and feet were tied up by the way.

Perot didn't think he could come up with any new ideas, and if he scolded his whole family and the eighteen generations of his ancestors—no need, Saga has already proved that this is not a good choice with his failed actions.

When Saga calmed down a little and began to accept the desperate situation, Perot nodded and asked the security guard to pour gasoline on it.

So a tall ladder was set up, and the seven sausages were poured thoroughly from top to bottom.

The man who still had strength continued to squirm, making Perot regret for a moment that he had done this during the day.How much better it would be at night, if the surroundings are completely dark, this light can illuminate the sky.

He beckoned the poet over and gave him a lighter.Then slowly paced to the side of Saga, reached out and pressed the other's shoulder.

Saga's last strength was only enough to tremble, and when Perot said softly to the poet, "Light up the lamp", Saga couldn't even tremble.

He closed his eyes and didn't dare to look. If it wasn't for his hands being tied behind his back, he might have covered his ears and dared not listen.

The seven sausages screamed pitifully, igniting their last vitality in the flames.Behind them is the blue sky, far away and vast, boundless as far as the eye can see.

Perot stared at the bodies turning black for a moment, waiting for their roars to dissipate.

The world seems to have quieted down because of this, and everyone is waiting for an ending.

Perot remembered the day many years ago when he had witnessed such a fire.

At that time, he managed to find a dilapidated house, which creaked when the wind blew, as if it would collapse at any moment.

But Perot stayed there all year.

He covered himself with hay and someone's leftover cloth, and used a plastic basin he picked up to catch the dripping water. Every day when he was exhausted, he would curl up in a corner near the stove, which was the most airtight corner. , is also the safest.

He survived the coldest winter in his life in that dilapidated house, and when the spring returned to the earth, he also had a new life.

He cleaned the room day by day, and bought an iron bed and a thin quilt with the money he exchanged for running errands. After a few months, he bought new pots and pans, and even bought a pair of new shoes.

He does need a good pair of shoes for his errands, and he'll probably need a new suit soon.

So the nest of vermin, nothing but weeds and rags, became popular, and it was the prototype of a house that Perrault cleaned up day after day.

He doesn't remember how old Perot was that year.All he knew was that it was the first thing he earned for himself, and he thought it could be his home.

So he would put new wooden doors on it, climb up the eaves and fill in the tiles, buy paint to paint the walls that were no longer visible, and carefully stuff the money into the pillowcase.

A lot of shredded banknotes are accumulated, and the new gadgets we exchanged are weaving the outline of a new life stitch by stitch.

A year later, however, it was destroyed in a fire.

Perot didn't know if someone broke in and stole his money and inadvertently set the house on fire, or if a gang fight ended up implicating his cabin—he still doesn't have an answer.

After all, in that kind of slum with an abandoned house in the east and an unfinished warehouse in the west, it is quite normal to be a little surprised from time to time.

So he only remembered that day when he ran back excitedly, wanting to stuff more money into the pillowcase, before he could get close, he saw the fire from a distance.

The flames were so dazzling that there were crowds of spectators all around.

He pushed through the crowd and came to the front row.The fire is almost burnt out, and the fire is decreasing.He could see the blackened beams and hear the crackling and crackling of logs and falling bricks.

I can't tell what it feels like at that moment, or maybe I don't feel anything at all.

He just watched silently as it burned to the last bit, and the smoke billowed straight up to Xiaohan.

Then the crowd dispersed and it was terribly dark.

For passers-by, it is just an opportunity to watch the excitement, a dilapidated house that should have been destroyed a long time ago, a daily life in a slum that seems superfluous to talk about after dinner, not to mention that there may be no one living in that house at all— — Now it's all right, and now a new house can be built on it.

But for Perot, it was his savings, hard work, and hope for more than a year.

But at this moment, they were all reduced to ashes in front of him.

"Do you know why I can win?" Pero turned his head to look at Saga, who was already soaked, leaned over to his ear, and said softly—"Because you are a coward, look, you don't even open your eyes I dare not."

Perot squeezed Saga's shoulders hard, and pulled out the gun from his waist.

He squinted his eyes and waited for the flames to die down, then raised the pistol, pressed it against the back of Saga's head, and squeezed the trigger crisply.

Saga's men arrived too late, and when their car arrived, Perrault and Cuenca had already smoked half a pack of cigarettes.

When they clamored to enter the field of vision, showing their fighting spirit to fight Perot to the death for Yushan, all of Perot's security guards raised their gun barrels.

The first floor was raised, the second floor was raised, and after all the cars drove in, the beast stood up and wrapped up the third floor.

So the fighting spirit dissipated under the blue sky, like thin clouds blown by the wind.

The seven cars parked well in the middle of the road, the security guards did not move, and neither did the people on them.

It wasn't until the love saint walked out of the crowd, knocked on the window of one of them, and said to them-"The owner asked you to come down for a drink", slowly, someone opened the car door.

Perot said, send out stools.

So more people got out of the car, their expressions were solemn, with fear and anger in their eyes.But these people can still walk, at least they can walk to a certain stool smoothly, and then sit down obediently.

The security moved slowly to make way for these people.

Perot didn't even ask security to take their guns away—it wasn't really necessary, and if anyone was stupid enough to draw a gun in such a siege, it was probably for suicide.

Perot knew that all the guys who came to Yushan had some staff.They brought their most powerful thugs, but also the most disturbed hearts.They have seen with their own eyes the seven sausages hanging and Saga lying in a pool of blood, so they know exactly what is going on in Yushan at this moment—and they know it well.

After everyone was seated, Perot spoke.

He had the bodies put down, and then walked among the corpses.He put the pistol back in his waist, and re-examined the faces of every visitor.

He said, as much as Saga gave you, I will give you as much.Change the people above, not the money in your hands.

"I don't dare to say other big words, but as long as you continue to do your job well and don't cause trouble for me or Pu Saiwan, I, Pero and Cuenca, can guarantee that - the days will only get better and better. , will not get worse."

The people below were silent, their foreheads were bulging with veins, and their anger was about to come out, but since they didn't make a sound, Perot could continue talking.

So Perot took a few more steps and walked to Saga's body.

With a kick, he turned Saga's body over and stepped on the corpse's chest.

He said that now that Saga no longer exists, we should not mess up.I will fully take care of your business, and all my brothers in Pusaiwan will also help Yushan take care of your business.

"Until we all work together, there will be lasting stability. We were never supposed to be enemies, but we have been killing each other for so many years. Now, the day of peace is coming, and we will finally become a family."

During the pause of speaking this time, the people sitting there began to commotion.

But Perot didn't mind. Leaders only talked about three points in their speeches, and he still had one last point to make clear.

That point is the conclusion—"From today on, don't mention Qinglan's Pusai Bay and Yushan to me. There will be no Yushan in the future, and everyone will belong to Pusaiwan."

As soon as these words came out, the commotion broke out again.

One of them finally couldn't take it anymore and stood up from his seat all of a sudden.He wiped his nose, pointed at Perot and cursed—"What do you mean, you stinky bitch also wants to eat our fishing mountain, you fucking—"

Unfortunately, he didn't finish his sentence.

As soon as he finished uttering that indecent word, another person who was also sitting on the bench stood up. He swiftly drew out his pistol and immediately shot his former ally twice.

The commotion subsided again.

Perot glanced down at Saga at his feet, and removed the shoe from it.

He squinted his eyes and walked on until he was completely in front of a group of people who were sitting.

This distance is better, so that he doesn't have to muster his breath and speak at the top of his voice.

So he lowered his tone and asked softly—"Anyone else have any objections?"