Amorous Short Stories

San Sai, a suburb of Chiang Mai, Thailand.

2 a.m. local time.

118 kilometers northeast of National Highway 52, passing through the Shanxi District to the northwest, passing through a wild tree growing randomly, the trees began to become regular, and a road gradually appeared. At the end of the road, the tree disappeared abruptly, and a white house was placed. In this vacant lot, the house is surrounded by bare land, and the grass has been cleared away, presumably for the people in the house to have a better view.The house is a Mediterranean-style two-story villa. Obviously, the silence of the night has not been conveyed here. All the lights upstairs and downstairs are on, and the porch lights at the door are also bright and eye-catching. The east side of the first floor In the hall, there were six people huddled on the ground, and one of them spoke tremblingly: "You must give her something to eat. It's been two days. She is not in good health. The dry food she gave is not good. Can you give her some bread? Just a little, just a little, just give it to her..."

The man who was speaking was about 30 years old, half of his glasses were broken, and his shirt was covered with blood stains from nowhere. His request was accompanied by a few foul words in Khmer.The four standing men with guns appear more anxious than those on the ground, talking loudly and appearing to be involved in an argument.The man kneeling on the ground relentlessly tried to join the conversation, switched to English and continued to beg for food for his wife lying unconscious on the ground, this time the anxious Cambodian stepped directly on his face, sandwiched between the ground and the sole of his boot, Another spectacle lens was also scrapped.

The chaos, the sound of sobbing, arguing, beating... suddenly ended in an explosion from the west wing, and at the same time, the whole house was plunged into darkness.

Yan Wu's team smashed the glass on the east side at the same time.Yan Wu, Yan Qiang, and Pudding huddled and jumped in from the window. After entering, they quickly searched for cover, and the sound of gunfire followed the sound of glass.Yan Wu held his Colt and waited for the gunfire from the opposite side to stop. They wanted to deal with these four people as soon as possible, but it would not take long for the others to realize the problem on the east side and come to reinforce them. The team responsible for the explosion on the west side could not Control them for too long.

The gunfire stopped.In an instant, the three stood up and fired.Four people fell down, and three people stepped forward.

"Stand up! Stand up! Follow me!" Smoking Gun shouted in English and commanded the hostages to stand up and rush towards the south side door of the hall, "Bend down! Bend down!" The team was driven back from the west at the corner of the south gate. The Cambodians cut it off, and some of the hostages who had been queuing up were frightened, screaming and running in any direction.Yan Wu grabbed the nearest hostage and threw it to the smoking gun near the door: "Take the ones who can go first!".In the chaos, several hostages were captured again, and the Cambodians scattered in the house with the hostages.

Yan Wu pointed to the pudding with the index and middle fingers of his right hand, then pointed to the stairs on the east side, and walked towards the stairs on the west side by himself.Upstairs, the first room on the second floor, the door was ajar, Yan Wu kicked open the door, the obviously unprepared Cambodian grabbed a thin man in his 60s with one hand, and a gun with the other. Pointing at Yan Wu, his hands trembling.If your hand shakes, you will shoot randomly.Sure enough, a shot was fired, and Yan Wu quickly retreated to the door. The Cambodian, who had no awareness of saving bullets, stopped shooting. Yan Wu rushed in, caught the hostage who was thrown over, handed it to the bong who came to meet him, and then took another step. Stepping forward, he grabbed the Cambodian who was trying to jump out of the window. The Cambodian turned around and used his right elbow to attack Yan Wu. After a quick slam on the throat, five or six times in a row, Yan Wu let go and retreated, and the Cambodian fell.Yan Wu and Pudding met in the middle of the second floor, Pudding also brought back a hostage, and they walked towards the door.

"Boss, one short." Poker's voice came from the radio.Poker is the fourth member of Yan Wu's four-member team, responsible for the explosion in the west and monitoring and sniping in the distance. "Go out first." Yan Wu replied.When Yan Wu led people to search the bushes, there was a horn sound behind him, and there were about five or six Cambodians left, yelling at Yan Wu and the others, holding a woman in his hand, probably wanting to negotiate.The Cambodian stood at the front of the house, illuminated by a few unbroken porch lights.Yan Wu and the others were 300 meters away, walking into the bushes and staying in the dark.One of them asked the person in charge to come forward to speak in broken English. Yan Wu raised his hands and took a step forward, which could be seen under the light.The people over there made intermittent requests, helicopters, vehicles, etc...

Pudding reminded him: "Boss, it's five and a half minutes." Yan Wu hummed and lowered his right hand slightly. At the same time, the gunfire lit up from behind, and the Cambodian and the hostage in front of him fell down together.

Yan Wu waited for a few seconds: "Call work." The four of them walked back and forth.

In the bright house, there were only two porch lights flickering on and off. For 30 seconds, there was silence, not even the sound of insects.

After 30 seconds, the plane flew low and dropped bombs, and the house was engulfed in flames.

Across the bushes was another clearing where the exhausted hostages were scattered around the Humvee, the bong helping to get them into the back and back into the driver's seat.The others sat with the hostages, Yan Wu took off his mask, and saw a more energetic girl staring at him: "How could the four of you..." Pudding whistled arrogantly beside him, challenging He raised his eyebrows: "This is called a masterpiece." Yan Wu turned his head to close his eyes, and a person wearing glasses patted him on the shoulder: "Excuse me, is my wife in another car? Can I talk to her?" Riding in a car, she hasn't even drank any saliva in the past two days, I think... ".

Yan Wu turned his head and glanced at him impatiently. The man took off the worn-out glasses hanging from his nose, and changed to a more humble attitude: "Please, really. She is pregnant. If I don't come over, you Can you let your people take care of you for a while... ".Yan Wu finally looked at him, avoided the man's eyes, and softened his attitude. Just about to speak, Pudding called him: "Boss, let me do it, I'm good at it."

Yan Wu looked at them, turned his head and climbed to the co-pilot.The bong gave him a cigarette, and Yan Wu smoked a straw-flavored homemade cigarette, listening to the noise in the back, weeping, and looking out the window into the dark night.

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Thapae Road East, Kampay Andin Street, Chiang Mai, Thailand

Nine o'clock in the evening.

There is a bar on this street called Yashi Club. It is a gathering place for stragglers. The owner is a transgender person who has not yet completed the operation and is still taking hormone drugs. He does not know where he came from.Although Yan Wu translated the bar as "Ya Shi", it is actually a very simple "YEZS", which doesn't even make sense in English.It turns out that the owner of Yashi Club is a short and thick German with a white beard that has never been trimmed. His brows are always tightened. Loud and clear, the mantra is short and continuous: "Kakfif, Kakfif".Every time the old man finished speaking, his lower lip would twitch nervously for a while, probably because he drank too much alcohol when he was young.There was a time when many people who came here imitated him and said "Kakfif", the German "absolutely impossible" is useless in quarrels or fights, but it is very useful for scaring dogs.Eight years ago, he suddenly disappeared one day, and a new boss took his place, which has been up to now.

The new boss looks like an Asian-European mixed race, about 35 years old, thin and tall, nearly 1.9 meters tall, with red and sometimes green hair, when leaning against the bar, he looked like a traffic light pole, but later his breasts protruded, so he didn’t So much like it.The new boss is nicknamed "Bridegroom". People who speak Chinese will call him "Groom Officer", and people who speak French will sometimes call him "Don Juan". No matter what, he accepts it with a smile, and then calls everyone "Dear" of".Once a guy crossed the bar and put his hand up the "groom's" ass, accompanied by a dirty word, so the "groom" smashed a bottle of whiskey with Mr. Disrespect's head, then crawled over the bar, and with the disrespect The husband started a hand-to-hand fight and won by blinding the opponent's left eye with his bare hands.After the groom became the boss, the business of the bar gradually improved. He is very good at managing the business and mixes the drinks very well. The most important thing is that although he doesn’t know where he came from, he can speak Chinese very well. Yan Wu and the groom walked very well. Very close, can be regarded as friends.

The groom was handing a glass of vodka to the guest, and he also got a glass for himself. He glanced at the Asian man who walked in from the door.A man in his mid-thirties, with straight eyebrows, peach blossom eyes, and a nose that rises from the base of the mountain, with a pouch nose. He should have the appearance of a handsome man in the book, but because of his short face, the curvature of his jaw is not smooth and graceful, and the lines are rigid , coupled with the dark complexion of the whole person, the whole face looks tough, this temperament overwhelms the handsomeness that can be studied deeply.From the face to the bottom, the upper body is the same. Although the muscles are well-proportioned and the abdominal muscles are neat, the waistline of the upper body is not long enough. Fortunately, the legs are long and the whole body has earned 1.8 meters three.The whole person's gestures are full of sloppy energy, not to say that they are sloppy, but more like a kind of alienation that has nothing to do with themselves, and it is coupled with a smile that is not a smile. Sometimes it looks like a beating.

The groom watched as he approached and sat down at the bar.

Yan Wu touched his face: "What's the matter?" The groom smiled meanly: "He shaved his beard." Yan Wu raised his eyebrows casually, and tapped on the table with two fingers.

"So, how about it?" The groom took out a square cup. "That's it, old fashioned. Hey, fill it up." Yan Wu stared at his glass, preventing the groom from collecting the wine.

Another waiter next to him came over and looked at Yan Wu curiously: "What kind? Which set?".

The groom tapped the waiter's head symbolically, seeing that Yan Wu didn't mean to condescend to explain, he said, "The Koreans who were supposed to be escorted to the United States by the US military were robbed by the Cambodians and thrown into Thailand by hired workers." The army went to save people, and after they were rescued, they were handed over to the Americans to take them to the United States. Finally, the Thais took the lead. The Americans here are born in a small place, and they don’t want to take the risk of saving them. Mercenaries, it’s easy to push if something happens. Many parties are involved, just want to be quick, so as not to cause trouble. I just don’t know where the Cambodians came from, and they are probably sold. No one will pick up the people they robbed. Speaking of , did someone die?"

Yan Wu raised his eyes: "A woman."

"Oh." The groom filled the glass and prepared to collect the wine.

"Pregnant woman."

"Ah..." The groom paused, changed to a big cup and refilled Yan Wu's wine, and handed it to him.

Yan Wu raised his wine glass and raised the bottom of the glass to the groom.

"Hello, is this Mr. Xiao Yan (YimJr)?" Yan Wu turned his head to look at him.A red-haired white man with freckles stretched out his hand to Yan Wu with great interest.Yan Wu shook hands with him, looking at the shield of David tattoo on his forearm, he was probably a Jew, and he sat down next to Yan Wu familiarly, "My name is Kyle, I'm training in Kathmandu, and I'm going to Africa soon Yes. I just want to tell you how much I admire your actions in Ouagadougou. Seven men, twelve days, to overthrow the Nesser regime, really well done. I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to meet the legend. I heard that you retired from NT Company. I mean that people like you naturally have no worries about where to go. In fact, I also thought that one day I would be able to work in NT Company. That is the company that mercenaries should stay in. Such a company now There are fewer and fewer mercenaries, and mercenaries exist for war, and those assassinations and robberies are different from wandering mercenaries and killers!" The Jew was a little excited, chatting about career prospects and the "chaos" of the industry , can not help but feel a little angry. "Look at me, I just said it for myself. Mr. Yan, will you continue to be a mercenary? Go to another company or legion?"

Yan Wu finished his second glass of wine: "Eight people. Ouagadougou, eight people."

"Huh?" The Jew was a little embarrassed.

The groom poured him a glass of wine and began to drink mud: "He drank too much, leave him alone. You said you were trained in Kathmandu, so you are a Gurkha mercenary?"

Yan Wu re-enters the realm of Zen where people are present and the mind is outside the white clouds.

"So? What are you going to do next?" The groom called Yan Wu's soul back.Yan Wu made up his mind, the Jews had already left.

"What should I do?" Yan Wu began to touch the cigarette on his body.

"Don't be stupid, you have been retired from NT for more than a year, and you only have a few days to work this year? You still have to regularly give money to the families of your comrades-in-arms who haven't come back, and you also have to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble. Do you have money?" The groom rolled his eyes.

Yan Wu took out his cigarette and decided to ignore the false accusation of "eating, drinking, whoring and gambling". "I basically retired from NT three years ago. At that time, they no longer let me be the person in charge of war operations. They just took charge of small troubles. They even asked me to come here, and Africa and the Middle East were not allowed to go. But you I also know that NT belongs to the Yan family, and they will never kick me out, maybe they are waiting for me to sit on the bench for a long time, so let’s go by myself.” Yan Wu lit a cigarette, “I’m still Yan’s family, other companies and The Legion will definitely not be able to go, and the Yan family will not allow me to go, so I have no idea where to go."

"Then don't join the mercenary army and work as a skirmisher..." The groom looked at Yan Wu's face, "Will you do it?"

Yan Wu didn't answer, exhaled smoke, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "The war dog becomes a war dog, and then becomes a stray war dog."

"Then, discuss it with the Yan family? After all, the family..."

Yan Wu raised his eyes and interrupted him: "Being a straggler, do you have a place for me?"

Chalompatti Road, Iron Bridge, Chiang Mai, Thailand.

Four p.m.

Ding Wu leaned on the lamppost, looking at the flower shop across the road, with two cigarette butts under his feet, after smoking the third cigarette, Yan Wu walked towards the flower shop.

"Flower seller", a local straggler intermediary, is responsible for connecting money and soldiers and drawing a share.

Two weeks later, Yashi Club.

09:30 pm.

"Long time no see, dear." The groom approached Yan Wu with winking eyes, and poured wine for him with a glass, "How is it? How is it?"

"It's done." Yan Wu looked at the very happy groom with a little amusement.

"Great, let's settle your accounts for the past two years today!" The groom clapped his hands.

Yan Wu smiled: "Not now, wait for me to come back."

The groom looked at him lying on the bar: "So soon?"

"Well. They're understaffed."

"Ah, how many people are there?"

"Myself, simple tasks, and plenty of time."

"Where to go?"

"China."

"Ah! China!" The groom suddenly excited, "I've been there!"

Yan Wu looked at him, feeling as if he explained the groom's pure Chinese, Yan Wu stared at the groom: "You, you speak Chinese very well."

The groom teased and patted Yan Wu's hand: "You can just ask directly, I'm cute and tell stories." The groom added wine to Yan Wu, poured himself a glass, and supported his face with his hands, looking fascinated: " I was sixteen that year, and he was sixteen..."

Yan Wu rolled his eyes, took out a cigarette and lit it for himself: "Stop talking." The groom laughed and patted Yan Wu's arm.