The Last Killer

Taking advantage of the short breathing time after dinner, Sha Qing walked to the door of cell 1316.

Timothy was leaning against the bed frame, playing poker with two big white men on the floor. "You're blocking the light, get out of the way," he said without looking up.

"I've come to talk to you about something," Sha Qing said, "alone."

Timothy raised his dark gray-blue eyes and examined him for a few seconds. "You better not waste my time, rookie," he said, motioning the other two out.

Sha Qing walked in, leaned against the edge of the long table nailed to the wall, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and stood in front of him. "Just now I saw Malvo's men come out of your room, is it because of the upcoming war?"

"You are straightforward." Timothy held the poker cards in his left hand, and his right fingertips slid across the cards one by one, as if he was about to pick out the one that was about to be discarded, with an unpredictable expression on his face, " Wolfstick sent you here as a lobbyist? It seems that he really trusts you, or...dotes on you? Now everyone in the whole district knows that he has a new favorite, and he can't wait to tie it on his trouser waist every minute."

"He and I are not the kind of relationship you imagined." Sha Qing replied calmly.

"Whether it is or not, I'm not interested in it. What I'm interested in is how you did it, one person knocked down nine of the other-don't try to deny it," Timothy held up an index finger, His eyes cut flesh like a scalpel, dragging out bloody secrets hidden in the opponent's body, "Someone saw you being taken into that room by the prison guards, and then left alone. Don't forget that this is a prison, and eyes are everywhere. I'm curious What's more, since you can easily take down Malvo's group, why did you commit yourself to the wolf stick? What's your intention in getting into the blood gang?"

Sha Qing stared at him, and the corner of his mouth slowly raised a slight smile: "As expected of the 'Godfather', I can't hide anything from you. In fact, I came to you today not because of some stupid red-blue battle—— Who cares if two niggas win or lose?"

These words reached Timothy's heart: Who cares whether the two groups of niggers win or lose?What he pursues is only his own interests, real interests, as always.

"Then what are you trying to figure out?"

"Li, I'm a pragmatist." Sha Qing bent down, pulled out a chain from his collar, and handed him the square metal plate hanging from the end, "You recognize this thing, don't you?"

"...Old Worgan's blood tags?" Timothy narrowed his eyes, "I thought they had been buried with that ridiculous old man long ago. I heard that he gave one to each of his seven adopted sons, just like the dog on the leash. Like a chain, he wants them to be appendages from body to heart—by the way, he was cut by one of his adopted sons, just like the idiom says, 'feeding tigers for trouble'."

"This is an outsider's opinion. In fact, this thing is not only a dog leash, but also a key."

"key?"

"The key to unlocking the bloody empire. Old Vaughn has been scheming all his life, but he doesn't even have a blood-related descendant. He intends to choose an heir from among the seven adopted sons and continue to lead the blood gang after his death. He gave the seven The adopted sons assigned their own tasks and stipulated the time for completion, and wanted to pick the best among them. This lucky one was Rafal Stock. But he was not the final winner, because he and the other five brothers all complied. The rules of the game, only one guy ignored the rules, broke the order, cut the throat of the adoptive father and boss, and finally got that position. Until now, the winner and his family still firmly occupy the west coast. Compared with him, the wolf stick is nothing He is a low-ranking little leader among the many branches of the Blood Gang. Farrar was hunted down and hid in prison. He would rather spend his life in prison than fall into his hands. The son of Seville, Shanier got this blood card in his hand."

Timothy listened patiently to the secret history of the Blood Gang, and said sarcastically, "What about benefits? I don't seem to have heard this word from a long piece of nonsense."

"It's on the sign, but it's not mine. You know the usurper's been hunting for his secret coffers since he killed old Worgan? That's half a billion dollars, even with inflation. Think Well, to whom will old Vaughan leave this money?"

Timothy's eyes suddenly lit up, as if casting a blazing sun on the gloomy sea: "Rafal Stock? Could it be that the inheritance is related to his blood card? Doesn't he know it?"

"I think so. Old Wogan died so suddenly that I didn't have time to tell him. Now that you know why I joined the Blood Gang, I will take this opportunity to get close to Rafal, exchange the two blood cards, and then Carefully study the secrets of the inheritance. Unfortunately, I thought Rafael was in the fifth district, but I have not found the slightest information about him these days, and I think only Wolfstick knows where he is."

"Five hundred million dollars. You just told me so generously, which made me doubt your true intentions. Elvis, what do you want from me?" Timothy stood up, with an elegant expression on his face And with a dangerous smile, he quietly stretched his empty hand behind him.

"One seat."

"So simple?"

"It's that simple." Sha Qing shrugged, "Believe it or not, I can't afford the money alone. If I don't want to be hunted by the blood gang for the rest of my life, I have to find someone who is strong enough and enough Reliable backstage. That's you, Mr. Godfather."

"Our seats are precious and cannot be wasted on an outsider who has no contribution value and no proof of loyalty. And you also need an introducer with enough weight." Timothy said.

Daqing smiled: "Oh, I happen to have all of these. If I get this money, I only need one-fifth, and the rest will go to the gang. Is it enough to contribute? As for the introducer, his name is Alessio. Alessio O Berardi."

For a moment, a chilling light flashed in Timothy's eyes, but it disappeared quickly, as if the coldness of that second was just an illusion. "My dear brother, what is your relationship with him?" He said softly, with an indescribable anger in his voice.

"We are friends, the kind that are closer than ordinary friends - 'close friends'." Sha Qing replied in a tone of "you know some things can't be said on the stage", "we lived in the same room in MCC."

"Then you should know that there is an old scar on both knees."

"Do you mean the ankles?"

"That was left in a street fight in his year."

"I think it should have been earlier, 15 years old, and it wasn't as simple as a street fight. He suffered so much that he almost had a mental breakdown at one point, but I'm glad he survived and put those who hurt him. Tossed in a meat grinder. He told me he never took the scar off just to remind himself: If you get hurt by someone, it's easy, kill him. He did. He's more than he looks Much stronger, isn't it?" Sha Qing still smiled, but behind that dazzling smile, a sorrow full of love and compassion was slowly released, this emotion was forbearing and strong, so much that it seemed that the whole body couldn't hold it , had to overflow.

Timothy's body was tense, like a sculpture with an expressionless face. After a while, he said: "I didn't expect him to tell you this past. Although he looks gentle, he never talks to anyone. Maybe When we were kids, he would tell me everything, but now..." He stopped talking.After just a few seconds, his expression returned to the original one, looking stern and arrogant. The previous warmth was like the ripples after a gust of wind blows across the lake, short and nothing left.

"I can make room for you, not the kind who do errands on the fringes, but a real member of the family. But this promise will not take effect until you hand in the four-fifths of the contribution value." Tiny Moxi said lightly, "Now, tell me, how do you plan to make Wolfstick tell Rafal's whereabouts?"

Sha Qing stretched out his right hand, and his fingertips slid across the back of the row of playing cards in the opponent's hand.He lightly pulled out one of them and held it between two fingers. It was the biggest trick card: "Then I have to rely on your strength, 'Godfather'."

Timothy grabbed the metal chain under the opponent's neck and pulled him closer.The two sniffed each other, so close that they seemed to be able to smell the fishy and sweet smell emanating from the depths of each other's souls.He is familiar with this smell - it is an extreme desire for money and power, no matter which skin it is wrapped in, their essence is the same. "You know what I hate the most? Deceit, betrayal. If I find out that you have cheated me, and Alessio," the mafia leader whispered in the ear, as soft as a lover's whisper, "you will die Very slow, very painful, I promise."

"You got him? You mean, not 'stand by', but 'alliance'?" Wolfstick raised his voice incredulously, "How did you do it?"

"To be precise, it was an 'unstable temporary alliance'. I had a good talk with the 'Godfather' and made him understand that we can get him more benefits than Malvo. For this reason, I am self-proclaimed. Promise, no matter what benefits the Lame Gang gives him, we will give him [-]% more—is it okay, boss?" Sha Qing looked at the wolf stick, and there was a little anxiety in his consulting eyes.

Wolfstick rubbed his hair vigorously: "Of course. If we win this war, our prestige will rise, and the benefits will be more than that. In fact, I have sent someone to talk to Timothy, but he always A look of lack of interest. I really want to know, what did you use to impress him?"

Sha Qing shrugged: "Personal charm? I think so."

Wolfstick grinned his thick lips and showed a row of white teeth: "Maybe I shouldn't let you touch him anymore, baby, I'm worried that that Italian guy isn't as 'straight' as he looks."

Sha Qing replied indifferently: "I also don't want to be vigilant about the serrated knife on his back when talking to him face to face. He will discuss related matters with you personally. I guess apart from the conditions we agreed on, he I will also ask for additional benefits, if it is too much, let's think about it again."

"You don't have to worry about that," Wolfstick said. "I'll pull the Italian into the boat and kick the fat man's ass."

During the afternoon release time, the prisoners played ball, chatted, played with fitness equipment on the playground, or lazily basked in the sun.

Da Qing and Lang stick's men are playing checkers.He had gotten to know the crowd well enough to force his opponents to use cartwheels, and then mercilessly won two packs of cigarettes, a box of chocolate beans, and a homemade knife.

Prison guard Simon came over and said, "Elvis, someone is visiting the prison, come with me."

The time for group visits has passed, and I guess it was this talkative prison guard who opened the back door for him, and gave him a grateful smile: "Thank you, sir."

Simon nodded to him and led him across the playground and into the open visiting room.

The visitors were quite a surprise.He had thought it was Lawyer Canning.Although he has pleaded guilty and been sentenced, Canning is still in charge of some related legal documents, and very unscrupulously serves as a dialogue window between him and the publishing house and the media.

But it was not Canning who came to visit the prison today.

The visitor was a tall and lean man, with well-groomed short golden-brown hair, a pair of dark green eyes, long and deep, with a high nose bridge that was a bit mean, and thin lips that were sharp, but overall, he was still a personable and charming man. man.

"—Yo, Shanier." Sha Qing folded his hands on his chest, leaned back in his chair, and greeted with a half-smile.

The moment Shanier really saw the finale, he had a physical shock.The experience of being exhausted on an isolated island and being teased and driven by this crazy killer left such a deep impression on his memory that he later met those handsome Asian lovers (yes, he did it on purpose) (picking someone with a similar appearance) to bed, from time to time, he imagined that a sharp knife quietly cut his throat from below, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Are you a masochist?of course not!Shanier said to himself, at that time you had no money, no power, and had to be controlled by others, but now it is different, times have changed, you are a successful person with status and status, but he has become a prisoner.Why can't you do whatever you want?

Thinking of this, a hypocritical and condescending smile appeared on his face, and every strand of hair exuded a sense of superiority: "Long time no see, kill. Are you still used to living in the 'grave'? Oh, maybe It was difficult at first, every prison has one thing in common, love to bully newcomers, after all here are murderers, drug dealers, gangsters, serial killers are not so outstanding, right?"

Sha Qing replied calmly: "It's true that I'm not used to it. But compared to the outdated people who have been abandoned and destitute after squatting here for seven years and four months, I think I'm still alive. Moisturizing."

The mouth is still sharp, and Shanier hates it so much that his teeth itch.He leaned forward, conveying a threatening message to the other party from body to language: "It's different today, Sha Qing, I have money now, and I'm cleaning the dirty boots with the blood of the enemy--that traitor informer!" The first is the first one, he is so dead that he can't even recognize his mother. Then there will be those ungrateful villains who made trouble, and those shameless thieves who stole my status and power..."

"You can kill people like hemp, what does it have to do with me." Sha Qing stretched his waist lazily, almost putting his feet under his nose on the table, "In my eyes, you will always be that bluffing, unlucky What a terrific little wolfhound."

Chanel choked out a sigh of relief.He couldn't bear it and grabbed the other party's skirt: "Can you stop clinging to the old mess! I am no longer the loser who can't even pay for whoring, I have regained my strength! You You can't treat me like this!"

"What's the problem?" Simon, who was standing by the door, pressed his baton and walked over cautiously.

Sha Qing raised his hand to stop him: "It's okay, sir, he's just a little hysterical, especially in an unbearable environment."

"Let go, or the meeting will end here." Simon glanced at the visitor as if warning, then turned and walked away.

Shanier let go of his hand in grief and indignation, and muttered: "This prison guard is new here, if the old man here would never dare to speak to me in such a tone..."

"Come on, my little wolf dog." Sha Qing crossed his fingers, put his chin on the back of his hand, and smiled sexy and dangerously, "Tell me, what are you doing here? Are you looking for the bone biscuit I want as a reward after picking up the Frisbee?"

Chanier had almost given up on his original plan to return home with his clothes, and said helplessly, "I want my necklace back."

Sha Qing's slender fingers pressed between the collarbones, and slowly slid down the fabric on his chest: "You mean this, the 'souvenir' you gave me?"

The last word emphasized by the other party's accent made Chanier's face slightly hot with guilt.Of course he didn't want to do such a shameful thing, but thinking of the huge benefits hidden in that blood card (if only he knew about it earlier) - even though he still has some mixed fear and desire for killing (it's sad , he thought), that would not be able to compete with this interest.He made up his mind and said shamelessly, "Yes, I regretted it now and want to come back."

Sha Qing couldn't help laughing out loud, Shanier had never seen him laugh so wantonly, it could almost be called happy. "Oh, oh, you are really the best, Chanier." He smiled, bent his middle finger and thumb, and flicked the other's eyebrows, as if he was not harshly scolding a puppy that bit its owner: "I don't It will be returned to you, if you have the ability to grab it yourself—or you can come in again, how about it?"

With a livid face, Shanier gritted his teeth and said, "You think I have no other options? I just flew over from Los Angeles a few hours ago. Guess who I saw at the airport over there? That's right, you Your FBI mistress, alone, in a hurry. Do you think if there is a gun pointed at him in the dark, there will be a sixth sense to help him avoid the bullet that fired at no time?"

Los Angeles?A secret string in the bottom of Daqing's heart was plucked, and there was a sour sound that had been dusty for a long time.He replied calmly: "Because he sent you to prison at the beginning, you want to take revenge? Very good, take mine as well. But don't expect me to thank you, I'll wait Report this news and get a meritorious service and reduce your sentence, and then you can happily come in and be a prison mate with me."

Shanier felt that staying any longer would be humiliating himself, so he turned and left resentfully.He won't give up just yet, anyway, he will be locked up in prison, and he has plenty of time and means to get back the blood card that belongs to him.

"He's a little nervous." Simon came over, ready to send Sha Qing back to the prison area.Although he couldn't hear the content of the conversation between the two, he was deeply impressed by the way the visitor spoke.

"Indeed, but it's quite refreshing, isn't it." Sha Qing replied with a smile.

Beside him, the young prison guard deliberately slowed down. The warm winter sun slanted in from the iron gate at the other end of the corridor. They walked side by side like this, stepping step by step in the grid of sunlight.This is also very good, very good, Simon thought, some things, let it come a little longer.