Compete for crossing

Huo Pao waited outside for more than ten minutes, and he didn't follow in until Neibao nodded to him.

The interior of the casino is brighter than the exterior, and it is almost impossible to feel whether it is night or day outside when staying inside.The heating blows people very comfortably, and there are some pleasant smells in the air.

Ajinpu was overcrowded, but the artillery did not look aside.He couldn't hear the excited or annoyed shouts of the people next to him, only the sound of his own heartbeat.

They climbed the stairs, passed the roulette on the third floor, turned into the corridor, and walked to the end of the corridor.

The cannon and the inner security entered a glass door together, and after entering, all the noise was quieted down.

The glass doors are thick and double-layered. It can be seen that there are office rooms and monitoring rooms inside, and all the doors are closed tightly.

Among them, there were two bodyguards standing in front of the mahogany door facing the corridor. Nei Bao let Huo Pao stand where he was, went over and said a few words, and then turned back and told Huo Pao that Master Jin had a friend inside, so he just waited here for a while. Yes, Lord Jin will meet him later.

Huo Pao quickly nodded, and after the body search, he quietly leaned aside.

His hands were now as slippery as if they had been oiled, and a part of his left chest was even slightly aching from the shock.He didn't know what was waiting for him, and he wasn't sure whether Master Jin would let him integrate into his subordinates as promised after he was truly finished.

Shan Qing's face appeared in his mind for a while, and Uncle Leng's face appeared for a while, but he couldn't think clearly until the thick wooden door opened, and Jin Ye came out with another dark-skinned man covered in scars.

Jin Ye put his arms around the man's shoulders, and it seemed that the chat was very lively.The crutch hit the ground once and for all, with a firm and muffled sound.

Huo Pao hurriedly lowered his head, and Jin Ye, as if he didn't see him, chatted with his friend all the way outside the glass door.They stood there for a while longer before Master Jin watched his friend go away, and finally turned back.

Just as Huo Pao was about to speak, Master Jin interrupted him with a raised hand. He tilted his head slightly to let Huo Pao come in with him.

Master Jin didn't explain anything to Huo Pao that night, didn't tell him what to do, didn't tell him who he was going to attack, and didn't even mention the name "Uncle Leng" to him.

Jin Ye just asked him - how much money do you need, just tell me.

After the cannon reported the number, Master Jin opened the drawer and threw two small cakes on the table.

"Is it enough?" Jin Ye tapped on the countertop, motioning for the cannon to fetch it.

Huo Pao looked at the two stacks of pastries that were easily rewarded to him, and it took him a while to realize that it was enough, enough, not so much.

"Don't think it's too much money," said Jin Ye, smiling, "Just be good."

Huo Pao nodded like a chicken pecking rice again, then carefully stuffed the money into the inner pocket of his clothes, hesitated for a while, and wanted to bring up Uncle Leng's matter again.

But Master Jin still didn't let him mention it, and sent him out with a wave of his hand.

Although the artillery was slow, he understood what Jin Ye meant after he reacted.While thanking him, he retreated towards the door, and kept bowing outside the door.

What Jin Ye needs is a person who dares to do things and knows how to measure. He believes that Huo Pao dares to do things, but whether he knows how to do things depends on Huo Pao's own grasp.

Huo Pao returned to the rental house without saying a word, only to find that his back was drenched with sweat when he returned.

The monkey was about to go to work, but he didn't bother to talk to him when he saw the cannon turned back.

But Huo Pao didn't intend to talk to him, and now his mind is so messed up that he doesn't even know how to lose his temper.

He sits beside the empty bed where Lord Jin used to sit, smoking hard.

He didn't put out the cigarette until the monkey went out before him.He took two deep breaths and stuffed two small cakes into his pillow case.After thinking about it, he took out two more and put them in his pocket.

He walked two streets and bought a switchblade at a store.This switchblade is not big. Originally, he wanted to buy a fruit knife, but after hesitating, he still felt that the switchblade could produce a knife faster.

Although Uncle Leng would visit his bar every day, he was always accompanied by other brothers.There are not many opportunities for artillery to get close to Uncle Leng, and he must achieve the highest efficiency within a limited time.

It is impossible to cut off one hand.The switchblade was too slow to cut off one hand.

He thought about the amount Jin Ye gave him, and then thought about the expression on Jin Ye's wrinkled face.

In the end, he made a bold guess—Jin Ye wanted him to kill Uncle Leng.

Yes, this is indeed what Jin Ye wanted most, and it is also the easiest and quickest.

The reason why he was looking for Huo Pao was because Huo Pao was from the outside gang.Even if he was caught and hacked to death, it had nothing to do with his master Jin—this was a conflict between the outside gangs, and there were always many contradictions within the outside gangs.

Master Jin would not accept him, Huo Pao finally figured it out after a long time.

Uncle Leng is disobedient, so I want to get rid of Uncle Leng and help an obedient person come up.That person was not a close friend of Uncle Leng, nor a gang close to Uncle Leng, nor a monkey, nor could it be any other younger brother.

Jin Ye wants a clean person, that person is inexperienced, easy to control, has not yet formed his own power, but because of his identity as a foreigner, he can be accepted by the brothers of the outsider gang.

Such as artillery.

Huo Pao had heard about the settlement fee, but at that moment he didn't feel that he was collecting the settlement fee at all.

He didn't even realize the danger of doing this. He didn't realize that in addition to preventing being hacked to death, he also had to prevent the wind from leaking out, being pulled away by a police car, and being imprisoned before he had a good time. Such reasons disappeared.

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and artillery is that one.

He was very lucky, so he did not experience any of the above disasters.But he was unlucky, because after tonight, his body was forever branded with unclean stains.

Uncle Leng has a habit of going to the bathroom behind the bar when the show is about to end.

There are two doors to the bar, one is the main entrance and the other is the side entrance leading to the alley behind.Whenever there is a card checker who didn't say hello, all those who brought goods or played high will retreat to the back, to the spacious bathroom, and wait until the card checker has left before returning to the bar.

So the bathroom is huge and there are lots of cubicles.This is not only a place for temporary shelter, but also a place where some people like to do business.

Every time the show was about to end, Uncle Leng would go for a walk inside.See if anyone falls unconscious, or an overdose or two dies in there.

He didn't bring many subordinates with him. If there was a situation, he would help him drag them out. If there was no situation, Uncle Leng would put a soak in the water and go home contentedly.

That was the time when Uncle Leng had the fewest men around him, and it was also the only chance for Artillery to act.

But even so, the artillery had to deal with those who came in with Uncle Leng.Not many people, three to five.

Huo Pao felt that he could run away, at least he could get out from the other side of the alley.And when the big troops reacted, he had already found a place to hide.

After dawn, he will return to Lord Jin, and he believes that Lord Jin will give him proper protection.

So after pretending nothing happened that night, the artillery stayed in the bathroom.

He sat on the toilet, listening to every sound outside.The voices in the bar seemed to come from nowhere, and occasionally someone would enter the cubicle to urinate or have a good time.

Every time these sounds were heard, the heart of the artillery was lifted to the mouth of the throat.

He was very worried that he would not be able to hold the knife firmly and find the wrong direction later.He was also afraid that if he met Uncle Leng's eyes, he would disarm and surrender.He was also afraid that he would not be able to deal with those brothers, that the plan would always fail to keep up with the changes, and if it was really going to be implemented, there might still be unexpected situations.

His mind was in a mess, and he smoked one cigarette after another, throwing cigarette butts everywhere at his feet.

Finally he smoked out the whole pack of cigarettes, and rubbed his face vigorously with his hands full of smoke.

Just then, he heard Uncle Leng's voice.

That's right, he assumed thousands of situations before he acted, but the moment he actually took action, he didn't feel too nervous.

It was as if he was holding a knife against him and going up a tall building. Every step he walked made him terrified, but when he really stood on a high place and jumped down, everything was relieved.

Because he could no longer go back on his word, he could no longer retreat, the knife went in and then spun around, floor by floor passed before his eyes.

The centrifugal feeling seized his muscles, bones and blood, and his arm was inserted into it one after another like a spasm, and then pulled out violently.

He covered Uncle Leng's mouth, so that the vocal cords that had been worn away by the years could not make a sound.He wrapped his arms around Uncle Leng's shoulders, and pressed Uncle Leng against one of the sinks where needles and tinfoil had fallen.

His head exploded with a buzzing sound, and the blood flowed warmly, through his callused hands, through the palms that used to hold a hoe and a dustpan.

Uncle Leng would never have thought that the honest and responsible artillery would do such a thing.So he turned his head suddenly and stared hard into the eyes of the cannon.

Cannon thought he would be afraid, but he wasn't.He just looked at Uncle Leng like this until the other party lost the strength to struggle, and slowly put weight on his arm and the stained pool.

Hearing the sound, the subordinates rushed in, let go of Uncle Leng and rowed towards the nearest person.He couldn't see the faces of those subordinates clearly, he was worried that some of his acquaintances would accompany Uncle Leng tonight.

So he slashes, slashes, kicks, kicks.

He forced himself not to know anyone, he convinced himself that it wasn't him who was holding the knife.

The glass windows of tall buildings reflected the sun, and he saw the sun through the mirror.He fell from the highest floor, and people from every floor of the office walked up before his eyes.

They go up, he goes down.

He was cut in the shoulder, hit in the neck by a glass bottle, and kicked in the stomach a few times, but he didn't fall.

He held on to the creaking plastic door to stand firm, and the next second he jumped at his brother with whatever weapon he was holding.

He clutched the switchblade tightly in his hand, like a dragonfly he had grasped as a child.With a red body and translucent wings, it fanned out a little bit of wind and a series of bloody flowers.

When he finally squeezed out of the bathroom, he ran like hell down the alley.

He heard footsteps chasing after him, and the lights above his head flickered wildly.

The baffle glass was lifted, and the sunlight was condensed more intensely.He knew that he had descended below the tenth floor, and he could even feel the heat coming from the office.

He ran out of the alley and onto the street again.He walked through the barbecue stand, avoiding the place where he would have a bowl of porridge for supper every day.Drill into another alley, and turn from the alley into a smaller group of private houses.

He kicked down a row of beer bottles, and more curses came at him.

Wave after wave, burst after burst.The tide is churning and overwhelming.

He hit the ground, and at that moment the sky exploded before his eyes.It shattered into countless spots of light, shining brightly and falling beside him.

The hustle and bustle came and went, and the huge waves hit the beautiful sandy beach of Hill City.

He was leaning against a trash can, panting, listening to those familiar or unfamiliar brothers running past him.

He looked up at the sky, the moon was hanging high in the sky.

But he felt that what he was looking at was the sun, and the sun's rays shone fiercely on his face.