[Black Street] The one-eyed man

There is a dark corner at the end of the street. Most people don't notice this remote and weird place, but when you turn it, you will find a completely different new world.

This is the bustling nightlife area in Sin City, mixed with laughter and playfulness, beautiful women in revealing clothes are smoking on the side of the street, their big red lips are thickly painted, and the psychedelic lights are seductive The tone makes people drowsy.

Warwick was inside.

I opened the glass door and went in, but no one paid me any attention.

I was hesitant to go upstairs to Warwick when he came down, just putting on his clothes, bowing his head down to button his shirt, and I could see the looming pectoral muscles and the down on his chest.He was biting his eyepatch, and his slightly long bangs hung down to cover his eyes. He was so sexy that I stared straight at him.

"Ella..." He was a little surprised when he saw me, and then he showed a teasing smile, leaning lazily on the armrest, "Come here to play?"

Do I see a bigwig who looks like he has money to spend here?

I shook my head: "Officer Chadu wants you to pay him back."

"God, the old man is so restless." He covered his eyes, "I really have no money."

I pointed upstairs and mouthed "Mrs. Philia of the Lyco family".

Warwick smiled wryly: "No, my wife has her eyes on a new boy, and we terminated the contract today."

I was silent for a while, not knowing whether I should comfort him for losing a big client, or savor the secret joy in my heart.

"...That's a pity." I held back such a sentence for a long time.

"Well, it can't be helped, after all, I'm at this age." Warwick shrugged, leaving the bottom button of his shirt too lazy to fasten, revealing a belt that was so old that it was peeling off, he didn't look like that at all. With a caring look, "After all, wives will always prefer young and beautiful boys. In a few years, when my face is wrinkled, I will probably really lose my job."

"No." I will always like you.

Warwick looked at me with a smile and held his chin: "Do you support me?"

Our eyes met, and Warwick's dark blue eyes were fixed on me. I knew he was just joking, but I suddenly panicked. I was the only one in his eyes. With the gentle music, I almost had the illusion that I was in love with him.

"Hey...don't be so scared." Warwick patted me on the shoulder, "I'm just kidding, how could a girl raise me."

I'm not shocked, I just feel like I like him more.

"Let's go, do you still want to stay here?"

"The Chadu Sheriff's money..."

"We'll talk about it when the time comes, we'll talk about it when the time comes."

It was dark when Warwick and I walked out, and I almost brushed his hand a few times, but never did.

"Do you like coffee sweets?" Warwick asked suddenly.

"?"

"I snuck a few pieces from Mrs. Lily, do you want to eat?" Warwick fumbled in his pocket but couldn't find it. It seemed that there were all kinds of mess in his pocket, and finally he just took everything Come out, a pile of change, keys, lighters, crumpled cigarette cases and crumpled handkerchiefs and crumpled waste paper, condoms, bullet casings and coffee candy.

"Eat." He shoved the candy into my hand a little embarrassedly.

I haven't eaten coffee candies for a long time, and my mother-in-law is so stingy that she counts the number of coffee candies every night to prevent me from stealing them.I peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed the candy into my mouth. It was sweet, and the coffee smell was very fragrant. I don’t know how it is higher than the poor-quality coffee candy from my mother-in-law.

I folded the candy wrapper and put it in my trouser pocket: "It's delicious..."

"Shh." Warwick suddenly covered my mouth.

I was too scared to vent my anger, and I bit the hard coffee candy between my teeth.

Warwick pulled me to hide behind a pile of oil tanks in the corner, and after a while there was a rustling sound in the alley.

Someone came.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!" I heard a woman crying in terror.

Warwick blocked me, he was much taller than me, I could only see his broad back, our clothes pressed together.The sound of fists hitting my body made me tremble with fear. I suspected that I was only four or five meters away from them, because I could even hear the sound of the soles of men's shoes rubbing against the ground.

"You're useless." The man's voice didn't fluctuate.

"Give me one more chance, please..."

"If you can't do it this time, can you do it next time?" The man said coldly, "You think too highly of yourself."

"Al, help me beg young master, next time I will do it well, I will do it well, I won't miss it..."

The woman cried, but the man didn't say a word. In the man's indifference, her crying gradually disappeared.

"Go to hell when you finish talking, I wish you a good life in heaven."

□□Loading, I heard the muffled sound of air rushing out of the muzzle of the silencer gun and the impact and vibration. I almost bit the coffee candy hard, and a group of crows flew out of the quiet and cold alley and rushed to the sky.

Cold sweat dripped down my back, and I stood motionless, not daring to move if Warwick didn't move.

"Is it fun? Mr. Convenience House." The man said lightly.

Warwick breathed a sigh of relief as if he had unloaded a heavy burden, walked out, and smiled: "Wow, that's too much, Mr. Al is killing girls again."

"The Lyco family does not keep anyone worthless." The man named Al was expressionless.I peeked at him from between the cracks in the wall, and he turned his head to catch me in an instant. His eyes were uncomfortably sharp, and I was so frightened that my legs gave way and I almost sat down.But he was obviously not interested in my existence, and slowly withdrew his gaze as if he was too lazy to pay attention to a bug: "Have you changed clients? If I remember correctly, you should be in Mrs. Philia's bed now."

"Well, who made Mrs. Philia of your family like the new and hate the old, so she went to find a young boy."

"You'd better pay attention, Mrs. Philia is the mother of Master Lyco after all."

"Hey, from what you said, Mrs. Philia and I have a legal transaction, and we each get what we need." Warwick took out his cigarette case, "Do you smoke?"

"I don't smoke bad cigarettes."

"Tsk." Warwick lit his cigarette, took a puff slowly, and sighed contentedly, "Why did Master Lyco start killing people?"

"do not know."

"You are the bodyguard of the young master, don't you know?"

The man was silent for a long while: "Guys in the convenience house, you'd better not worry about the affairs of the Lyco family. The family affairs will be handled by the family itself. If you want to live, stay away."

"It's terrible." There was no trace of fear in Warwick's frivolous tone.

"Do you really do everything in your convenience house?" the man asked suddenly.

"Ask with a price, it depends on how you pay."

"Get rid of this woman's body, so much." Hiding behind the oil tank, I couldn't see how much Al's "so much" was.

"Wow, there are so many, are the bodyguards of the Lyco family so rich? Have your young master hired new bodyguards recently?"

"You're useless." The man turned his head and walked away after saying a word.

I stepped out from behind the oil tank cautiously, my legs were sore from squatting for too long, and I was finally able to eat this poor piece of coffee candy properly.

The skinny, dark-skinned woman was dead to the core. The bullet hit her temple. She fell to the ground in a strange posture, dying. There was blood gurgling out from under her brain. The smell of blood rushed into my nose and then gradually dissipated.

I suddenly felt a little nauseous.

Warwick squatted in front of the corpse, watching the corpse quietly, the smile on his face faded, leaving only indifference.He tore a metal chain from the woman's neck, to which were fastened two small metal plates.

He whispered: "It has a brand name."

The author has something to say: Warwick is so handsome =w=