Beast

Love Saint didn't drink too much, although he drank a lot, but for this kind of person who has been soaked in alcohol all year round, it is not to the top level.

If the drunk reaction is an early warning from the guards in the body, then the increasing drinking capacity proves that the guards in the love saint are probably almost dead.

In fact, since he came to this country, he has been curious why places with so many good wines don't mass-produce drunks.

There is no good wine in his place of origin. Those wines taste bitter and spicy, and they are very overpowering. Every time he gets drunk, he can't do anything the next day. He can only rest at home for a day with his splitting head.

But just like that, drunk people can be seen everywhere in their country.

Alcohol is a good thing, drinking is as necessary as eating and sleeping.

He spent his childhood in the war zone full of artillery fire, and he still remembers that when the guerrillas came to their village to pull people, they gave each of these little kids a bowl of wine.

The captain said, drink it up, don't leave me a drop.

They poured their necks up, the alcohol was so spicy that some children drool and snot.

The captain said, this is wine made from the grain grown by your mother, how can you not drink it.

As he said that, he asked people to stick in front of those children. If they didn't drink, they slapped them. If they couldn't finish drinking, they slapped them again.

So the child endured the strong smell and taste, opened his mouth and continued to pour.If they couldn't get it in, the team members pinched their cheeks and poured it for him.

Lover is gifted, and he fucked it hard the first time he drank.

He didn't know why he spit it out, he thought it tasted good, at least it took away most of his hunger.The hunger is so painful that it makes people restless and sleepless.

So the choice is between starvation and drunkenness - there's nothing to hesitate about.

After drinking, the captain gave them guns, one for each of them, and beckoned them to follow.

The little kids followed the team leader to the entrance of the village and saw a few war criminals who were tied up.In fact, the love saint didn't know what war criminals were at that time, he only knew that they were beaten with blood all over their faces, which was probably not a good thing.

Everyone talked and whispered.

The captain waved his hand and said, shoot them.

At this time, the child dare not move.

They have seen guns, and some even touched them, but seeing and touching does not mean they have used them.They are still children, and it has only been eleven or twelve years since they formed a life. Now they are going to bear their lives—not very good, not very used to it.

So the captain poured them another drink, and the captain said to drink until he dared to shoot.Whoever shoots can leave. If you don't shoot, I will spend time with you tonight.

That was the first time that Love Saint got drunk at the source of his memory, and of course he was not the only one who got drunk.

After drinking three bowls, he felt his stomach was bloated and uncomfortable, and he couldn't see clearly when his eyes dangled.The hand was heavy, and when I saw it, I remembered that I was still holding the gun.

I can't tell what it feels like, it seems to be anesthetized, and it seems to be very excited.He seemed to know what he was doing, but everything was blurry, making his mind so confused that he couldn't think clearly.

But he knew he couldn't drink any more. When he drank the third bowl, he was slapped a few times, which made him dizzy and his ears ring.The slap made him uncomfortable and angry, and it made him want to end the event.

He squinted to lock on the kneeling people, and it took him a long time to choose one.He stepped forward crookedly, took the gun and pulled the trigger on the man.

After several clicks, a guerrilla came up and opened the safety catch of the gun for him.

Then he was able to grab the man by the hair and kill the first life with a single shot.

His right hand was numb from the shock of the gun, but he felt no fear at all.Just restlessness, anger, and unspeakable anxiety bubbling through the body.

The scolding of the guerrillas and the crying of the child intertwined, making his mind feel like it was going to explode.

He originally wanted to hand the gun back, but after taking two steps, the extremely irritated mood forced him to stop again.

So he turned back and helped the other friends who were either crying, coughing, or hesitating for a long time not knowing which one to choose, and collapsed the remaining four one by one.

The guerrillas can't count. They have seven children, but the prisoners only have five. Haven't the guerrillas learned mathematics?

He looked up at the guerrillas, and the captain came over and pressed his shoulder solemnly.He thought the captain was going to give him another drink, but no, the captain took his gun, loaded him with bullets, and gave it back to him.

If you want to talk about how Love Saint got on this road, it's probably because of alcohol.

Alcohol deprived him of cruelty and pain, of sorrow and fear, of right and wrong, black and white—but could he see clearly without alcohol?He doesn't think so.

So alcohol is a good thing. When you can't think clearly, it makes you stop thinking and just act.

Since then, Love Saint has become a boy soldier.

It was his choice, but it wasn't his choice either.

But the good thing is that the boy scouts are treated well. At least every time they clean up a block or win a guerrilla war, the captain will give each of them a bottle of wine.

After drinking a bottle of wine, all the fear and bloody scenes of the previous second were completely burned away, leaving only the burning joy and endless courage.

So there are only three things in his childhood memory, alcohol, cocaine, and guns.

These three treasures filled everything about him, taking turns occupying his body and soul in his life.

He drank when he was free, took cocaine when he was fighting, and guns—guns and bullets everywhere, they covered his eyes like dense leaves in a tropical rainforest.

He went from one guerrilla group to another, helping you beat me, and then helping me beat you.After fighting back and forth, he didn't understand what he was fighting for, but as long as he fought, he could survive.

I don’t remember if he was 17 or not. Anyway, he had no idea about his birthday. In his impression, many trucks came that day, and he was taken into one of them, and then left the rainforest far away.

Someone in the car told him that he would probably be sent to an international aid organization for protection. Some countries have started to intervene in their turmoil, so the children had to be sent away first, so that regular troops could come in to invade and wipe them out.

But obviously the insider didn't know about it either, because Lover was not sent to any welfare institution at all, he went to another base.

It was a private base, and what they cultivated was the best-selling beast in the market today—the fighting beast.

Who knew that his name was Fighting Beast, Love Saint also thought it was funny when he recalled it.

All he knew was that the environment was good, with air conditioning, clean water, plenty of food, alcohol, and cocaine.

He even encountered meth for the first time there, which was so expensive that he hadn't tasted it in four years.

He never faced the hail of bullets again, but the standardized training every day was similar to the hail of bullets.They were trained by a group of retired special forces. Up to now, he still felt that his instructor was a little psychopathic. He probably had to twist himself after playing alone for a long time.

The instructors tortured them every day until they were neither adults nor ghosts. Of the 21 people in the team that went in with him, only 12 survived four years.The fuck is half dead, it's better to throw them back into the woods.

But here, he also formally came into contact with cultural knowledge for the first time.

He began to learn language, characters, and basic calculation methods other than counting heads, as well as some basic computer and radio knowledge, like a child.

He had heard that school-aged children in normal countries had holidays, and during those holidays they would travel with their parents, take vacations, do things they couldn't do in school, and just relax.

The same goes for them, except that the vacations given to them are not for relaxation, but for indulgence.

At this time, the trucks brought in guns and training equipment, as well as countless women.

Qing Sheng dared to say that he was not born with a glib tongue, and he was originally very introverted, but those women trained him very well, and their tenderness and warmth are definitely not just about the body.

Apart from these benefits, there is the most important thing here that he can't bear to leave, and that is a good wine.

When he drank wine from the country where he is now, he knew that as long as he could leave this base one day, he would have to go to the place of origin of this wine anyway. After spending the rest of his life in this wine, he is dead.

Fate favored him, and four years later, he was put in a cage, changed from an airplane to a train, and from a train to a truck.

He finally left the secret training base, and his first stop—yes, it was the place he had been dreaming about for a long time.

He really likes this country, likes their rich humanities and less developed technology, likes their straightforward temperament and their fantasies and romances about love.

God was very kind to him. He had three owners, and the last one was the one that Cuenca said fell into the swimming pool and drowned.

Thinking of this incident, Sheng was very sad. He cried several times for the owner and went to the funeral.The owner is an old man with a beer belly, but he is very generous.

In many cases, it is not the love saint who pulls him to drink, but his wife does not let him drink, so he uses the love saint as an excuse to make it easier for his wife.The owner has no bad hobbies. Apart from drinking, he just goes home to grow flowers and play golf.

How could the love saint be willing to wipe away his interest.

I remember that at that time, every time the owner finished drinking, he would talk too much. The lover could not hear the fast speech, but seeing the owner was happy, he was also happy.

Sometimes the two of them talked and chatted all night. Although they didn't know what they were talking about, they were very happy.

In fact, the day he fell into the water was not because the lover was drunk and negligent, but because he asked the lover to go to the airport to pick up his wife.Who knew that such an accident would happen to the owner after such a trip.

It's really unpredictable, it's better to have a happy day.

Love Saint's next owner was a woman. Although this woman was a bit mean and nervous, she was also very generous to Love Saint.

Perhaps it was her rigidity and nervousness that few men around her dared to talk to her.Love Saint felt that she hadn't heard good things, so she had to listen more.

To put it badly is flattery, but to put it nicely, these compliments are women's skin care products.Even if this woman's family is rich, she still needs to be cared for.

Perhaps it is the awareness of the lover that makes women trust and love him.

However, this woman was not in good health. When he followed her, she just wanted to prevent several children from competing for the family property and murdered her.So Qing Sheng protected her well for two years, and she passed away in another sudden exhaustion.

Lover feels that actually having a family and children may not necessarily lead to good results. Sometimes, if it is not handled properly, it becomes the greatest tragedy in life.

He only remembered that he kept watch all night that day, during which time he took turns informing several children that their mother was critically ill, but no one came that night, and he later found out that they were busy informing the lawyer.

When the children finally arrived the next day, they were accompanied by their own eloquent speakers.Before he had time to tell them the doctor's conclusion, they started arguing for 10 minutes, and there was even a tendency to fight.

However, this is no longer within the scope of Love Saint's control. He has only one owner, and the owner's child—has nothing to do with him.

And counting forward, it is his first owner.

It was a very handsome man like Perrault.

But he was still young when Lover was with him, so he should be like 22.And Perot should be nearly 40 years old, and his beauty is still discounted.

It was the second son of a large consortium, and he probably felt that Lover had just done his first business, so he couldn't assign someone who was too vulnerable to danger to protect him.Therefore, Love Saint's daily work is to send the second son to school, after school, to the bar, and then back to his villa.

This man beat himself to death.

His drug addiction was serious, not the occasional ice skating or cocaine pick-me-up.He mixed many kinds of drugs, and when he took off his clothes, there were small blood holes all over his body.

Adhering to the professional spirit, Lover has advised many times, use less ice skating and cocaine, have fun at parties, and use them to add to the fun, but never use heroin, especially not to inject frequently.

But the Second Young Master didn't like these fighting beasts, in his eyes they were just a bunch of beasts.

He started taking a shot of cocaine every morning for a whole day, and at three or four in the morning, he took a shot of heroin to sleep.

This fucking law is also regular, but this is tantamount to speeding up the progress bar of life.

His father noticed something, but he never knew it was that serious.It wasn't until one time, at a family dinner, that he couldn't hold himself back, that his addiction was so severe that he began to act a little mentally, that my father realized how deep he was.

Love Saint was reprimanded for this, and three months of rations were withheld.

But he can't help it, his owner is not only the second son, but also the father of the second son.

The second young master asked him to keep a secret, so it's hard for him to turn his back and tell the truth.

In the end, of course, his father sent a group of security guards to forcibly lock him up at home for drug rehabilitation.

But the thing about genetics is really amazing, the second son is rebellious and paranoid, it all comes from the fact that the old man is also very paranoid.

The second son had a bad personality and was prone to extremes. Locking him up in the villa without even sending a psychiatrist is not saving people, but harming them.

Sure enough, not long after, the second young master cut his wrists and died while lying in the bathtub.

No one noticed when he died. After all, the bedroom had its own bathroom. It was impossible for them, the group of security guards, to refuse to let him lock the door when the young master said he was about to take a shower.

The old man cried so much that he almost fainted, and the rations for the last two months were not given to his lover, saying that the protection was not in place and he deserved to be withheld.

Love Saint had no choice but fortunately, everyone didn't think it was Love Saint's fault, so his price was not lowered.It's just that since then, he has kept an extra eye on him. He generally doesn't accept business from playboys.

But Perot is different.

At a glance, he felt that Perot didn't need his protection, because Perot's own vigilance was already very high, which could be seen from his eyes.

So keeping fighting beasts is just an insurance policy, but the main job——Love Saint knows, is to carry out some vendettas as it is now.

In this way, of course he is willing to be with Perot, which will not only allow him to indulge his alcohol addiction, but also allow him to kill himself.

Love Saint took a taxi there, and when he arrived nearby, he walked for a long time. He encountered a small shop on the way, and he bought another bottle of wine and swayed forward.

The farther you go, the fewer houses and people, the more trees, and the more uneven the road.

Until he saw the small bungalow with smoke curling up from the kitchen, he knew he had found the right place.

Of course he was right, this place is so fucking remote, but there are so many men.There were two people sitting at the door, and there were probably three or four people inside.Thick smoke drifted out from the roof, and Love Saint couldn't help taking two deep breaths.

The two men at the door saw him, but probably thought he was just a drunk, and let him leave after shouting a few times.

He also responded a few words, but in the language of his own country, pretending to be a drunk outsider.

He staggered forward, breathing heavily from his mouth.The two men stood up, looked at each other, drew out their guns and approached him.

The lover was chattering in a foreign language, and when the two came close, he suddenly staggered and fell on one of them.

He spilled a little of his wine on the man, who was also startled, but he didn't realize the danger, so he raised and lowered the muzzle of the gun, and then gave the lover a hard push.

The love saint took advantage of the situation and fell to the ground, putting down the wine bottle.

The man wanted to slap him on the head, but the lover refused.

The moment he stretched out his hand, the Lover suddenly grabbed his wrist, using the strength of the other person to lift himself up, while the other hand touched the belt, pulled out a small shark knife, and pointed it at the man's neck Just two slashes.

These two strikes were so fast that his companion didn't realize it, so Lover quickly turned around, grabbed the hand of the person next to him and twisted it, twisting the gun in his hand, so as not to make the gunshot attract the attention of the people in the kitchen.

Then immediately plunged the shark knife into his chest and turned it violently.

Before the man fell down with the gravity, the lover immediately pushed him down, covered his mouth while he still had the strength to make a sound, and then cut his throat.

The love saint took a break, wiped off the blood stains on his face, took a sip of the wine bottle that was set aside, and put it back in place.Then he wiped the blood from the shark knife on the hem of his outer pants and put it back in the leather case.

Finally, he picked up the two guns on the ground, checked the bullets, hiccupped, and walked towards the door of the kitchen.