Beast

The poet arrives 15 minutes later than the lover, and he must ensure that the lover does not see him trailing behind, so as not to affect the performance of the lover.

So when he saw the two bodies lying down and bleeding all over the kitchen door, he knew that the lover had already started working.

He got out of the car, listened to the fight coming from the kitchen, picked up the wine bottle on the floor, took a sip, and put it back in place.

In fact, he has heard of such geniuses as lovers. Don't look at this kind of people as foolish on weekdays, but they are actually very quick in doing things.This kind of person is admired by the poet, at least he tries not to drink alcohol when he is working--the sip just now does not count.

The poet took out a cigarette and lit it, watching the bloody pips splatter on the mushy glass window.

It reminded him of his hometown.

In his hometown, there is also a forest of maple leaves. When the season comes, the leaves will blow down with the wind.The leaves fluttered and fell on the glass panels of the skylights on the roof.

Every time he lay on the bed like this, watching the leaves cover the sun one by one, and finally turned bright red.

At this time, his adoptive mother would knock on his door and say that his adoptive father called him.His brother would also kick his door panels, kicking the dust off the beams and falling on his face.

He doesn't cough though, and he always pretends to be asleep.After all, he couldn't sleep and had to go out to meet his adoptive father, and when he saw his adoptive father-he really regretted that he hadn't learned how to use a gun earlier.

Now the glass windows are also staining red little by little, and he can't remember how long he hasn't been back to that city.

Is that still a city now?he does not know.In my impression, it was just a remote suburb, so remote that only rich people who escaped from the world would have enough time to buy a villa there.

There is no shop in front of the village or behind, and I don't know how the water and electricity come through.But it would be better if the water and electricity were stopped, and the adoptive mother would have 1 reasons to ask the plumber to come to the house.

At this time, he will be urged back to the attic, but this is meaningless, he can always hear the creaking sound of the bed board from the bedroom directly below, hitting his wire bed slightly. Tremor.

He said that he never once knew what his adoptive mother was doing, and never once wanted to admit what his adoptive father had done to him. He didn't know where the scars on his body came from at all, and he didn't want to have anything to do with his brother.

Since they have never been related, are they related?There may have been, but eventually it evolved into a relationship between hunter and prey.

On the day he escaped, bright red maple leaves were everywhere, and the monstrous maple leaves paved a bloody road for him.

His clothes were also dyed red by the maple leaves, and he felt that he was one with the forest.

He ran for a long time, and didn't think of taking off his clothes until he couldn't run anymore.But taking off his clothes can't change what he has done, and his pants are all red.So red, so bright, as if the setting sun was chasing him, ready to swallow him into the night at any time.

He looked down at his hand, which was a silver pistol.

His adoptive father took it out of the drawer countless times and pointed to his head to teach him to be obedient.But the gun never released a single bullet from the adoptive father's hand, and today, instead, he warmed the barrel.

Cowardly people must pretend to be arrogant and evil, because they are afraid that others will see through their cowardice.

He recalled the expression of his adoptive father when he faced the barrel of the gun, recalled the tears of his adoptive mother and the snot of his bloodless brother, it was so beautiful, it was a very real joy that he had never experienced before.

He turned his head and took one last look in the direction of the villa, but unfortunately he could no longer see its outline at that moment.

Night hid behind the setting sun, and it devoured that disgusting height early.

He cleaned the pistol and put it in his pocket, and didn't throw it away until he boarded a well-meaning truck.

The glass window was shattered, and a man who had been shot fell backward and flung himself out of the window.His head hit the ground first, squeezing out more blood.His feet were still on the glass window, disrupting the layout of the red leaves.

The sound of fighting finally stopped, the poet put out the cigarette, and watched as the mistress unscrewed the door and came out dressed in blood red.

The lover took off his clothes, wiped the blood and sweat on his face indiscriminately, smiled at the poet, and then walked straight to the wine bottle.

He took a sip, sipped his lips, and was about to say something when the poet suddenly drew his gun and fired two shots at the gate.

The love saint turned his head, and the man who was still breathing finally softened his body and let go of the gun he was holding.

"After finishing the work, remember to clear the scene," the poet reminded with some dissatisfaction, "There is a beginning and an end, didn't your mother teach you?"

The poet forgot to activate the human translator, and this guy probably didn't understand what he was talking about.So the Lover just smiled gratefully again, picked up the bottle, and drank the rest of the wine.

Perot is very satisfied with the performance of Love Saint. He thinks it is normal to have some flaws. No one is perfect. You can see that the two heads on my table are very good. Although they are a little ugly, they are full of weight.

I don't know what the people in Yushan will look like when they find out that they are missing two heads.

Perot was debating whether to send his head to someone from another place in Yushan.

At this moment, the four of them were sitting around the table, admiring the hideously ugly booty while drinking some wine.

Perot felt that he could have a good celebration tonight, and it was also a way to suppress the shock of his brothers who survived the raids and escorted him to safety.

The poet and the lover had taken a bath, and since they had no suitable clothes, they each put on a bathrobe.

The lover did not rant this time, and he justly expressed the poet's assistance, otherwise his negligence must have caused him loss, and it may well have disgraced Perrault.

It's great, you don't take credit for completing the task so quickly, how Perot likes the lover.

After everyone ate a little at night, they opened their stomachs and drank.

Perot is a sentimental person, so drinking is not counted, and some music has to be played.A group of young people swayed while drinking, and Cuenca finally found a chance to let Pero get close to him.

Who knew that the lover was the lover, and before Cuenca asked Perot to dance with him, he stretched out his hand in front of Perot.Perot shook his head and said that he drank too much and couldn't jump steadily, but the lover insisted on pulling him.

Perot can dance, Cuenca has seen, he has seen Perot dance with many people.In terms of dancing well, it really doesn't count.But as long as it is done by Perot, Cuenca thinks any action looks good.

Although seeing him sticking together with the lover—especially when the lover was only wearing a bathrobe—Cunca was a little awkward, but in the final analysis, Perrault just wanted to be happy.

As long as Perot utters a bad breath and the expression on his face relaxes, Kunka will inevitably be complacent.After all, if Cuenca hadn't come in time that night and made a good suggestion, how could he have gotten this pleasure tonight.

Pero finished a song, watched Cuenca drinking alone, and hurriedly sat down nearby, blindly asking what Cuenca would like, so that he could express his gratitude.

Kunka said, "Then you hug me too."

Perot didn't understand, and asked—"What do you mean?"

"Just hug me, like you hug a lover." Cuenca said while taking a sip of wine, squinting at Pero.

Perot was stunned for a moment, and finally realized that this was indeed a literal meaning.He nodded to let Cuenca get up, and Cuenka put down his wine glass and wrapped his arms around Pero's waist contentedly.

Cuenca can also dance, but strangely, they don't dance much.Maybe everyone has known each other for too long, so long that there is no need to use this method to get closer.

But when Cuenca vainly put her arms around Perot's waist, what rushed to her forehead was a fresh and exciting feeling.

I don't know if it's the alcohol or the music, but after taking two steps, my mind becomes more and more unconscious.Perot's face was flushed, and when he got close to him, there was a burst of heat.

It was so comfortable, so comfortable that it tickled his heart.

However, Pero didn't really regard the dance as a simple dance. He put his head close to Cuenca's ear, pulling the relationship between the two back to the boundary of colleagues—"Tell me, Cuenca, how many kilograms do you want?"

When Kunka heard this, he almost stepped on the wrong footstep.

He said in his heart, Perot, you can do it, you even knew that a batch of goods I was swept away a month ago.I don't want to take advantage of you myself, and now you mention it-then you offered it.

"Three hundred." Kunka said, paused, a ball of anger was about to pop out of his chest, and he couldn't hold it down for a long time, but couldn't help adding angrily-"I didn't miss a fucking steel coin." Customs, I really don’t know who did it this time, damn it, I’m going to ship the goods at the end of the month, so I demolished the wall at this time!”

Pero smiled, his arms tightened, and he took Cuenca to a more secluded corner.

They were still dancing, but Perrault's next words shattered the entertainment.

He said—"I know who it is."

"Who?" Kunka asked.

Perot glanced at the dance floor. In order to lower his voice, he rested his chin on Kunka's neck and said softly—"Our boss stabbed it himself."

This time, Cuenca didn't stop, and stomped Pero's foot inadvertently.

Kunka was horrified - "Why?"

Yes, Cuenca and Perot are bosses, but not absolute bosses.There is someone above them, and that person is the real leader who controls the country's drug exports.

They have a very good relationship with Longtou, they have been loyal for many years, and Longtou also calls them brothers and sisters.

Cuenca and Perot helped the boss squeeze out countless opponents like Yushan. They are really conscientious, hardworking and brave. If it weren't for the fact that this industry didn't mention praise, he and Perot don't know how many good employees they would get. The pennant is up.

And he dares to assure you that he and Perot have never thought of overthrowing the boss himself. After all, the market to be conquered has not yet been taken up, so they should work together to conquer the world and become the big devil. It is not the case to engage in internal fighting Time to do it.

But Perot's eyes didn't look like he was joking, he nodded towards Cuenca, and motioned Cuenca to go to his small hall.

Kunka really didn't expect that the day when he drank and danced with great difficulty to make Pero happy, and even entered the small hall with him, he didn't feel any romantic feeling at all.

The moment the door closed, he didn't think anything wrong, because the news from Perot made Kunka's heart ring loudly.

"The boss sent his wife and two daughters abroad three months ago. It is said that his mother-in-law has already opened an account abroad, but we don't know anything," Pero said coldly, "This shows that What?"

Cuenca swallowed, "It means he is going to run away."

"Yes, a major drug lord in the country got away after transferring his property. Why do you think the people in the government agreed?" Perot asked again.

Cuenca quietly looked at Perot's expression, and took a light breath—"Because he made a contribution."

To make a contribution is to confess his companions and make meritorious deeds.

Unfaithfully sacrificing Cuenca and Pero in exchange for the freedom of his family.