celebrity effect

The grey-breasted and blue-backed jay gracefully slid across the sky and landed on the window sill, pecking at the nuts that Xing Yang intentionally slipped between his fingers.The beautiful little blue creature belongs to the Corvidae family. It is clever and quick-witted. It tilts its head and looks at Xing Yang, and tentatively snatches a whole pine nut from Xing Yang's palm with its long beak.

Xing Yang peeled a pistachio, waved it in front of Cong Ya, and threw it into his mouth.The bird being teased fluttered its wings, but it was not angry. It folded its wings and stood there waiting for Xing Yang to show kindness and give it a fruit.

As if he had become a genius, Xing Yang murmured to himself, throwing a melon seed to it, what the hell, everyone looks like Shao Zhixing, even watching a bird, he thinks it was changed by a little reporter.

"John." Rupu called out.

Xing Yang stood up, Cong Ya stretched his wings and flew up to the branches.

"Follow me to the warehouse to carry wine." Rupu said.

"Here we come." Xing Yang trotted over, and in half a month he learned a few simple sentences of Spanish, and with his mixed-race face, he became more and more like a native of Mexico.

Rupu turned the key to lock the door and held a fanny pack in the other hand. He whispered, "You will be responsible for the translation later."

"Translate what?" Xing Yang was stunned, "I don't know Spanish."

"Translate Chinese." Rupu said, "I didn't hire you to serve me dishes every day."

Xing Yang recalled the Chinese language assessment when Rupu recruited him, and nodded: "Okay." He was a little curious about Rupu's secrets, and now he is a foreign tourist who can go far and wide at any time. It doesn't matter whether it is dangerous or not, he just wants to be fresh and interesting.

However, facing the black muzzle of the gun, the person holding the gun is a local Chinese gangster. Xing Yang held his hands high, swallowed, and said cautiously: "My fellow, I have something to say."

Rupu looks calm, it seems that this is not the first time he has faced such a scene.He opened his pocket, and the bag of white powder inside, [-] grams per bag, was unfolded neatly in front of the leader. He said to Xing Yang in English: "Pay with one hand, and get the goods with one hand."

Xing Yang tremblingly translated into Chinese: "Pay the money with one hand and get the goods with the other hand."

"Bring me to check." The leader patted Xing Yang's arm with a smile, "You speak Chinese very well."

"...Thank you." Xing Yang said.

Rupu handed over a bag of powder to the leader of the Chinese gang.When the leader lowered his head to check, a bullet brushed his eyebrow and nailed into the wall, and the muzzle aimed at Xing Yang suddenly deflected and fired in the direction of the bullet.

With crackling gunshots and sparks flying everywhere, Rupu dragged Xing Yang by a wrong step and hid behind the shelf in the warehouse.

It was the first time that Xing Yang experienced a gunfight scene in a movie, his brain stopped spinning, and he could only hear his bellows-like panting and the frantic pumping sound of his heart.

Rupu removed the goods on the iron shelf, and looked in through the narrow gap, he gasped: "It's Helena."

"Who?" Xing Yang asked in a low voice.

"Helena, a Russian gang." Rupu said, he was about to tell Xing Yang about Helena's glorious history, but was silenced by a bullet that grazed his forehead.

"Come out." A female voice said coldly, the language was English with a Russian accent.

Rupu pulled Xing Yang into the aisle and stood still. He said, "Dear Ms. Helena..." He was stuck, not knowing how to address the 1.8-meter-tall, blond-haired, green-eyed woman in front of him.

The woman has a gorgeous face and a body of strong muscles. Her eyes turned around on Xing Yang and landed on Rupu: "Are you that drug dealer?"

"My name is Miller," Rupu said.

"Who is he?" The woman looked at Xing Yang.

"John." Rupu said, "He is my translator." Rupu prepared for this first transaction with the Chinese gang for a long time, and he specially invited an authentic Chinese translator to make the leader feel at home.He was eager to reach a long-term cooperation, but he was completely destroyed by the violent Russian maniac in front of him without saying a word.

"Bring the goods." The woman stretched out her hand.

Rupu handed out the bag of powder with a sad face, and he was mentally prepared for the goods to be snatched.The woman opened the plastic bag, sniffed it with her fingers, and said, "How much is the price?"

Rupu was overjoyed, and relaxed his tense posture: "Three hundred dollars a bag."

The woman's gaze stayed on Xing Yang many times, and she said, "I want all the goods you brought, and I will lend you your translator for two days."

Xing Yang looked at Rupu, how dare he object, the woman had two guns pinned to her waist, and a short knife on the side of her calf.Xing Yang felt that he dared to say a word, so he drank a bowl of Mengpo soup and met the little reporter in his next life.

Rupu smiled apologetically: "He is my employee, not a foreigner. Besides, he doesn't speak English well, nor Spanish, so he is purely illiterate."

The illiterate Xing Yang nodded repeatedly.

The woman chuckled, slowly took out her pistol, and pressed it to Rupu's forehead: "Do you want to borrow it?"

Xing Yang was startled, he stood beside the woman spontaneously, his face was full of obedience and obedience.

Rupu didn't know where the courage came from, he held the woman's gun barrel, and said imposingly: "NO."

Xing Yang was a little moved. In just three weeks of working as a part-timer, Rupu refused to fight against the boss of the gangster. Who would have thought that this drug dealer, who was blind to money, would have such persistence.

The woman gestured to the subordinates at the side, and the two Russian men carried Rupu away. The woman looked at Xing Yang and said, "Follow me." Her tone remained unchanged, and she turned around and left neatly.

Xing Yang was cautiously half a step behind the woman, he pretended to be calm, and secretly worried, for fear that the woman would turn around and shoot him to death.There were five shiny black commercial vehicles parked at the back door of the warehouse. The woman sat in the co-pilot. Xing Yang wanted to ask where he was sitting, but before he could ask, a black cloth bag covered his head and pushed him into the back seat.

When the car started, Xing Yang raised his neck and leaned against the back of the chair. He was tall and had long legs, so it was very uncomfortable to shrink into the narrow seat.He adjusted his posture silently, when his knee hit a hard object, a cold tube, his movements froze, and he quickly retreated.

After about half an hour, the car stopped and the woman communicated with others in Spanish.With Xing Yang's meager reserves of Spanish, he didn't understand a single word.The man beside him took off the cloth bag on his head, picked up a blindfold and put it on for him.

The car door closed with a bang, and the woman asked in English with a Russian accent, "Where are you from?"

"Netherlands." Xing Yang said, "Amsterdam." He tried to deceive the woman through his mixed-race face, but he didn't know that the woman didn't care about his origin.

The gorgeous woman had a smile in her eyes, and her fingertips rested on Xing Yang's brow bone: "Someone will draw blood in a while, so bear with it."

Through the blindfold, Xing Yang couldn't see the surrounding environment, and let the woman's nails make gestures on his face, he asked tentatively: "Is your name Helena?"

"No." The woman denied, "My gang is called Helena."

A gangster named Helena sounded a little weird, Xing Yang shut his mouth, holding the truth that the more he knew, the faster he died, Xing Yang wanted to cover his ears.

The car door opened, a cotton swab was dipped in alcohol and circled on Xing Yang's elbow, the thin needle pierced into the skin, and dark red blood flowed into the syringe.A tube was full of blood, the needle was withdrawn, and the woman took Xing Yang's left hand and pressed the needle hole through the cotton.

"What are you drawing blood for?" Xing Yang asked.

"Paternity test." The woman said frankly.

A guess emerged in Xing Yang's mind, he asked uncertainly: "Who is looking for you?"

The woman avoided answering and said to the driver, "Go back."

Xing Yang had no right to speak, until the car stopped again, the woman took off the blindfold on Xing Yang's face and said, "Get out of the car."

Pushing open the car door, he saw a small brown-gray two-story building. For no reason, Xing Yang was suddenly not so afraid of the gun in the woman's hand.He is very poor now, and he is too happy to have the opportunity to live in a small bungalow for free.Not paying attention to the woman's face, Xing Yang stepped into the courtyard, stood by the open-air swimming pool and sighed that he is indeed a gangster, and he is really rich.

Mexico is famous all over the world for its drugs and gangs. Its poor law and order and chaotic regime have naturally become a hotbed of crime.Xing Yang was cautious and law-abiding this time, yet he was still involved in gang struggles.

The woman left two thugs in black to look at Xing Yang, walked into the small building by herself and changed into home clothes, and even spread out an omelette and brought it into the small courtyard, asking in a blunt tone: "Are you hungry?"

Xing Yang was stunned, not knowing whether to say he was hungry or not.He glanced at the dusky sky in the evening, and the whole day's experience was wonderful, drug dealing, gun battle, kidnapping, blood test, eating a gangster's omelet was nothing.

Xing Yang nodded and said, "I'm so hungry."