White lotus cultivation system

"Red Forest" is a high-end bar integrating disco, KTV, and restaurant. It has complete facilities and regular customers. However, such a bar is located in an inconspicuous alley, and the signboard is low-key and unassuming. Among them, there are some hidden caves.

Such a place, in fact, can be seen by anyone with a little vision, and the discos and restaurants on the bright side will definitely not be his main income.

You can even catch a glimpse here and see some well-known figures in the society come here to have fun, and even some of their enemies in the traditional sense-such as those gangsters will be arrested because of their perfect secrecy measures. Came here for illegal deals and stuff like that.

Today is the day when the Tenglong Gang and the Red Blood Hall agreed to conduct a transaction.

These two gangsters, one of the best in City A, each have their own industrial advantages. The boss of the Red Blood Hall and a Russian arms dealer are sworn brothers. They hold such a black, long, straight road with good endurance by visual inspection, which makes the Red Blood Hall Take the top spot among the gangsters in city A.

The boss of the Red Blood Church likes to watch other gangs fight. At this time, his arms business is always very good, and no one will easily take his idea of ​​​​the Red Blood Church, because if he can’t take him down in one fell swoop, then wait. The ending is to go out with a sickle and fight with the hostile gang with an AK.

Today, the Tenglong Gang can be considered to have spent a lot of money.The old man, who has been in charge of the government for a long time, is getting worse and worse. When the two sons under his knees see a show, even if the old man is still watching with a sigh, the two brothers flick up their sleeves, and a great love and hatred unfolds vigorously.

The youngest son holds a lot of drugs and drugs in his hand, and there is money in his pocket, but he is short of firepower. Today he sent a capable officer, carrying a few boxes of shiny red and black money, waiting for a few boxes of handy guns with full satisfaction. , Go back and meet his good brother.

The traders from the two gangs walked into the KTV private room shoulder to shoulder, pretending to call a few young masters, one of the young masters was particularly weak, and he didn't know if he was too nervous to serve others or Naturally clumsy, the red wine bottle in his hand trembled, and red plums were printed on the pretentious black suit of the trader of Red Blood Hall.

The trader's mouth twitched, and he was about to have a fit, but he thought that this was not his home, not to mention that it would be better to keep a low profile when doing this kind of business, so he endured it, and left a group of people to wash in the bathroom. An Le, on the face, waved his hand righteously, took the opportunity to drive away this group of disgusting sissy young masters, and prepared to get to the point quickly, and go back to sleep with his newly acquired little beauty.

The sissy young master with a delicate face pushed the tinkling tea trolley around the surveillance camera, pushed the trolley directly into the toilet, took water from the faucet and held it on his small palm-sized face. It is the delicate face that reveals the stunning beauty.

Afterwards, he pushed the tea trolley to the bar, and people took away the beverages they wanted from the top of the trolley, and distributed them in a short while. new drink.

The bar owner with a flirtatious face sat in an inconspicuous corner, looking at the busy figure of the beautiful boy with an ambiguous smile.

At this moment, a man in a black windbreaker walked up to him and stuffed a thick dozen of US dollars into the low-waisted leather pants of the coquettish man. The man whistled and said in awkward Chinese: "You have a good figure, Tights can hold that much."

The coquettish man twisted his buttocks. His rich entertainment experience allowed him to estimate the generosity of the other party in the first place. He raised his head and cast a wink at the man in front of him: "I don't pay more than this price."

The man in the windbreaker raised the corners of his mouth and signaled with his eyes: "What I want is this little black cat under your command."

The coquettish man stretched out his right hand with three slender fingers.

"Greedy." The man said, but the man under his hand signed a check and handed it to him without hesitation.

When the bar owner saw the number on the check, his smile deepened: "As you wish, but this kitten has never been groomed, so you have to be patient."

"I've never been the least impatient," said the man.

Hearing the sound of footsteps coming towards him behind him, the beautiful young man hooked the corners of his mouth slightly in a way that ordinary people couldn't detect. He stopped pushing the cart with a tired look, stretched his waist, and leaned lazily on the Next to the cart.

The bar owner came forward with the man, and said with a smile: "Riel (Uncle Bing's pseudonym in this bar), this is a good friend of mine, let's get to know each other."

Xiao Baihua hurriedly rubbed her hand on her trousers awkwardly, stretched it out: "Hello!"

The man in the windbreaker smiled and held the little hand in front of him: "Nice to meet you, you are so cute."

The flirtatious bar owner: "Treat him well, if my friend is not satisfied..." He gave the beautiful boy a threatening look: "Think about your mother's condition."

The weak young man lowered his head slightly, and said in a low voice, "Okay."

Boss: "That's good, let's go with him, the box is ready... Oh, why are you still pushing the cart?"

The beautiful boy had a serious expression: "There are many kinds of drinks in the car, I think sir will be more satisfied if he has more choices."

Both men were amused by the boy's innocence.

The handsome young man silently pushed the drink cart behind the man in the black windbreaker. The man opened the door to let the cart go in, then closed the door and put his hand into the windbreaker pocket: "Let's play a game first..."

A gun was placed on the back of the man's head, and the youth's clear voice sounded from behind: "The rules of the game are—I ask you and you answer, Mr. from American imperialism."

……

"Tearing——" The handsome young man sitting in front of the desk paused, and the tip of the black ink pen made a long tear on the paper.

Zhao Jiayan sighed lightly, put down the pen in his hand, waved his hand, the phone next to him was touched by a button, the screen "swiped" and lit up, and the first name in the number book was displayed in front of him.

……

Near midnight, some nonsensical things started to play on the TV channel, and the rest was blank. Han Yi turned off the TV in boredom, looked at the wall clock on the wall, and muttered: "This kind of work... ...I'm going to take care of those bars in the future."

As a husky that was hunted down by enemies all over the sky, oh no, the wounded, Han Yi squeezed the abdominal muscles that seemed to have softened in the past few days, and said silently: "My injury is not healed yet, I should eat more... …Whoever told you to make the meal so tempting and criminal is all your fault." Standing up, she swayed into the bedroom in a particularly carefree manner, and buried herself in the bed.

Outside Mo Huai's house, a group of heavily armed people were surrounding the whole house and ambush them. Watching the lights in the house turn off and turn black, the group of people held their breath. After a long time, they just looked at each other. A signal was confirmed in the eyes: "Go!"

When one of the attackers climbed up the wall and put his hand on the window frame, Han Yi, who was about to fall asleep in the room, felt that his body was empty, and the entire bed board was tilted downward at an angle of 75 degrees. Before he had time to react, he rolled straight into a special space under the bed board, and the bed returned to its original state.

"!" Han Yi was shocked. However, as a person who is used to fighting and killing all day long, he would no longer let out a scream due to instinct. He gasped and stretched out his hand to grope in the dark. around.

The space is not big, and what you can touch is dense plaster, which feels gray to the touch.

If he remembered correctly, this is... soundproof and fireproof material?

How could this room exist like this?

However, just as he was thinking, he vaguely heard the sound of a group of people walking outside. Someone slowly moved to the side of the bed, as if he was afraid of something. After a while, the sound of turning the bed was heard, followed by a strange man Speaking in an American English voice: "The quilt is still warm, the person must be hiding. Be vigilant and guard against sneak attacks."

"Understood!" There was another sound of scattered footsteps from many people, and at the same time, Han Yi heard a familiar voice mixed with the sound of footsteps——

"Click" - this is the gun with the safety on!

Come to kill yourself?Han Yi gently withdrew his exploring hand, covered his mouth and nasal cavity, and took a long and slow breath, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

Hopefully, a wall of soundproofing material can help him avoid this crisis.

At this moment--

There was a pleasant piano sound in the next room.

"Pfft!" The sound of a silenced pistol firing also sounded at this moment.

"He! It's him!" The strange man's voice was full of excitement and uncontrollable fear. The sound of successive footsteps rushed in one direction with the sound of the piano, and soon they ran away and gradually disappeared.

Han Yi didn't dare to relax at all, he was always worried that someone would trick him, so he lay there quietly and motionless.

——Li Mohuai, who are you?

……

In a corner of a street away from Li's house, three unremarkable cars were parked, and a slender figure was running towards him. Surprisingly, his footsteps were silent, but there was a faint sound of a piano behind him. Following a group of people, the figure stopped in front of a car, stretched out its slender white fingers, and knocked on the driver's window.

The dozing driver opened his eyes almost instantly. After seeing the person in front of him clearly, he immediately took out the pistol and blurted out in surprise: "Why is it you!"

Amidst the melodious sound of the piano, the stunning boy raised the Colt large-caliber pistol in his hand, and fired at the occupants of the car, ignoring the window glass.

Blood was all over the inside of the car. Mr. Mercenary reached in and opened the door, threw the body on the passenger seat, and sat in and started the car without being too dirty.

"Our car!" The assailants who followed behind cursed, and quickly got into the remaining two cars and followed.

A car with a shattered window was speeding down the street at midnight, followed by two cars. Someone in the car stuck out a gun and kept shooting at the cars in front of it—regardless of the road monitoring equipment.

Mr. Mercenary drove the vehicle at a speed of 250 yards per hour, turned a corner, and the dilapidated car rushed straight into the Swan Lake Park in the city center. He reached into his pocket, took out the mobile phone he brought out at home just now, and pressed Press the answer button.

"Hey?……"

The car behind followed closely, and the three cars roared and disappeared in a piece of green grass. The moon was covered by dark clouds, which added a chill to the park.

A homeless man sleeping on a park bench grumbled dissatisfiedly, turned over and continued to sleep.

……

In the box of the "Red Forest" bar, the two traders finally rushed to the topic while hiccupping after some exchange of pleasantries.

The leader of the Tenglong Gang picked up the box at his feet, opened it, and it was full of soft sister coins, blinding people's eyes, but the representative of Chixuetang frowned: "Black money? You can't use it after you get it, and you have to launder the money at last." Trouble."

"In order to show our sincerity, we are willing to buy arms from you at the rate after money laundering."

"Isn't this necessary?" Chixuetang muttered dissatisfiedly, but didn't say anything more. Money laundering is a bit annoying, but this is only for individuals. Their Redxuetang has serious businesses and plenty of time , it is relatively easy to wash up.

No one is going to let money go unearned.

After the box full of money was taken away, the trader of the Scarlet Blood Hall put the ammunition box on the table: "This is a submachine gun produced by our Russian military factory... huh?!"

The box was opened, and it was full of wine bottles, which seemed to be still radiating the cold air just taken out of the freezer!

"You're kidding me?!" The leader of the Tenglong Gang stood up, pointed his gun at him.