"I know very well that someone wants to go against my will and let Hong Da die early. Then your task is to ensure Hong Da lives! This trip... You help me kill someone...
I have always suspected that someone around me betrayed me, but this time is a chance to lure the snake out of the hole...
Remember to be careful of those around you! If you find evidence that he is up to something...then you kill him!
I can't give you any help, I can't even give you public instructions! Because Tiger has always been the person by my side. He is an old servant of the organization and has worked for the organization for half his life. If he is a traitor, such news will disappoint everyone and seriously damage our morale! Moreover, I can't kill him openly, that would make our internal instability...
So, kill him in Vietnam as soon as you find evidence...don't let him come back alive! "
I closed my eyes, thinking back and forth in my mind what Ba Ye said to me in Ba Ye's room the day before I came here.
Kill... Tiger!
I suddenly felt some soreness in my eyes and rubbed them vigorously.
Kill Tiger
A bitter smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.
Yes, Ba Ye suspected that Tiger had betrayed him... I was full of doubts about this too!
Will Tiger be a traitor
The first time I saw him, he was in Ba Ye's office. With a calm and indifferent face, such a person is undoubtedly outstanding!
When I completed the nomination certificate and was approved by Ba Ye to officially join the organization, Tiger smiled and said to me, "Now you are my own." At that time, his eyes were very sincere! I can see it!
And when he gave me that Tang suit... the way he looked at me was like a senior looking at a junior, with that faint smile, with a bit of warmth...
Tiger... a traitor? !
So, when I came out this time, I was actually conflicted before!
From the bottom of my heart, I don't want to believe what Ba Ye said! So, I have been very hesitant before!
However, after a series of things I encountered on the road... I finally had no choice but to face the reality!
Yes, Tiger has a problem... and only he has a problem!
If it is said that the series of assassinations on the ship could be explained as being done by others, but after landing in Vietnam, the poisonous needle in the pillow in the hotel room in Haiphong City cannot be explained!
Only Tiger knows we are in Haiphong! Only Tiger knew which room we were in!
And the funny thing is, it was me who told Tiger!
That was a test, a test of the authenticity of my words to Ba Ye!
The result is self-evident.
Originally, I pinned my hopes on Hong Da's bodyguards!
I very much hope that the bodyguard betrayed us, in that case, at least Tiger can be proved innocent!
But once again I was disappointed!
…
Now, I am sitting in a taxi, watching the night view of Hanoi city outside the window.
After I came out of the nightclub, I got into this taxi directly, and my destination was the famous "Thirty-six Streets" in Hanoi.
I made an appointment with Tiger to meet there!
By the way, there is another MM sitting next to me, that is, the French-Vietnamese mixed-race person in the nightclub who is said to be proficient in Chinese, French and Vietnamese.
I quietly pulled her out for a very simple reason: I was not familiar with the city and the language, and I was worried that I would get lost.
This MM started to see me pull her out, she seemed a little unhappy, and probably misunderstood me, when I just pulled her to the corridor, she pointed to the small room opposite, with a displeased look on her face. I knew right away that she had mistaken me for going to bed with her.
She hesitated, but finally she spoke to me and said that her Chinese is not very good, but I can probably understand her gesticulation. That means roughly: she doesn't go to bed with guests, if I really want, she can introduce me to a MM inside.
I didn't care about such words at all, anyway, I didn't pull her out to accompany me in circles, and it's not uncommon for some red-card ladies in nightclubs to not easily go to bed with guests. The top famous prostitutes in ancient brothels are not something you can get if you have money.
I told her that I wanted to go out for a while, but there was no one to lead the way, and if she would go with me, I would pay her a fee.
The girl stared at me for several seconds with beautiful eyes before agreeing. Probably because she was a little timid and worried that I was a bad person, but I offered a very attractive price: 500 RMB. This is probably what she usually earns in two nights. Now I don’t need to drink with the guests, let the guests cuddle, let alone go to bed with the guests, just take me out for a walk to make money.
I waited two minutes for her to change, and two minutes later we walked out of the nightclub and she changed into a suspender T-shirt and cropped jeans. This suit immediately perfectly highlighted her proud figure, especially her round buttocks and small waist. This kind of figure is absolutely impossible for a purebred oriental yellow girl.
After getting in the taxi, I kept looking out the window and thinking about my own affairs. And this girl was secretly looking at me curiously.
I know she will find it very strange: Why would a "rich person" like me (compared to Vietnam's economic level) go to nightclubs and spend so much money to find so many girls, and then pull one girl out be a guide…
I heard the taxi driver in front of me humming angrily all the time, and I don't know what he was muttering. But the tone was definitely not friendly.
Because when I got on the bus just now, after I reported the address, he offered a price of 20,000 VND. This was obviously bullying me and a foreign tourist slaughtered me, but when the MM around me negotiated with him in Vietnamese, the price immediately dropped by half up!
The driver who failed to kill the customer was also a little listless in driving.
"What are you looking at?" The mixed-race MM beside me finally couldn't bear the silence and spoke to me.
"Look at Hanoi." I answered very briefly.
"Are you from China?" The mixed-race MM pointed in one direction, and I knew she was referring to the north.
I smiled and said nothing.
This mixed-race MM seems to be very professional. After charging me 500 RMB as a guide fee, she worked very hard to introduce me to various buildings and night scenes passing by along the way. Although I didn't have much interest in these, I still listened politely on the surface.
Thirty-sixth Street.
This is a famous place in Hanoi, which is roughly equivalent to the Xiangyang Market in Shanghai, Silk Street in Beijing, the Clothing Night Market in Guangzhou, and the street stalls in the Confucius Temple in Nanjing...
But here is very close to Hoan Kiem Lake in Hanoi, and the place where I made an appointment with Tiger is near Hoan Kiem Lake.
Before getting out of the car, I looked at my watch, it was ten o'clock.
The mixed-race MM held my arm very enthusiastically. She was very energetic when she walked, bouncing around like a rabbit, isn’t she? My arm bumped against her soft chest, But she didn't care at all, probably because of professional habits. I have no distractions, and after getting off the car, I will carefully observe the terrain!
Thirty-sixth Street.
It's not actually "a" street. It is an area where many, many small streets are mixed together.
The so-called "Thirty-Six Lines" is also a general term. The small streets here are densely intertwined. The strange thing is that only one kind of thing is sold on each small street! For example, all the small vendors on a small street sell bamboo products, and all the vendors on a small street sell small jewelry... That is to say, when you go shopping on a street, you can only buy one. If you want to buy other kinds of things, you have to go to another street.
This habit is completely different from the domestic small commodity market.
I just walked slowly on the narrow streets with the mixed-race MM, and there were many foreign tourists on the road. There is no shortage of backpackers. I just walked on the small street without saying a word, from one street to another, I took the path, direction, all in my mind very carefully. At the same time, observe where each intersection leads to.
Gradually, after an hour, this intertwined and complicated area no longer seemed like a maze to me when I got off the car, and I could even simply outline a complete topographic map in my mind! There are several intersections in each direction, and how the small streets intersect with each other, all of which are kept in mind!
I smiled and glanced at the mixed-race MM beside me.
She was a little unhappy. After getting off the car, she enthusiastically introduced the local customs to me. She really thought that I was a foreign tourist who came to shop, so she took the trouble to introduce me to various commodities and local specialties. But soon she found out that I was absent-minded, so she stopped talking, and walked slowly all the way with her arm around me.
I checked the time again, it was exactly eleven o'clock!
Sighing slowly, we walked to a small T-junction, where there were a few snack stalls, the kind of roadside stalls surrounded by a small stove, with a few small wooden tables and small benches next to them .
I thought about it, pointed there and said to the mixed-race MM beside me, "Sit down and eat something, I'm hungry."
After drinking a bowl of chicken noodle, which is said to be a special snack in Vietnam, the mixed-race MM is happily peeling an egg...it is a duck egg...probably the same as the "living pearl" we eat in China, but it is domestic Live beads are unhatched eggs, and duckling eggs... as the name suggests, are unhatched duck eggs. Looking at the fluffy dead duckling that hadn't formed yet inside the peeled eggshell, I felt a little disgusted. I only took one look and then continued to turn my head to look in other directions.
There are two intersections on the left and one on the right. In front is Hoan Kiem Lake, and after running out and turning a corner, there is a big intersection!
I calculated the time, calculated the length, distance, etc. in my mind... After everything was calculated, I smiled calmly and patted the mixed-race MM beside me. She had already pulled out a tissue and looked very delicate. Action Wipe fingers.
I noticed that many of the diners sitting next to me were locals.
To be honest, I have a very bad impression of Vietnam as a country! Not so bad!
Because almost all the Vietnamese people I met had an indifferent face, with a gloomy expression on their faces, and they were very unfriendly. These locals seem to have this kind of expression towards all foreign tourists, and they don't know why. As for those vendors, taxi drivers, etc., they don't even look good.
All the asking prices are definitely killing you without negotiating! Even when I sat down to eat, I found out that the asking price here is two kinds! One is for locals and the other is for foreign tourists! Moreover, the servings are much smaller than those served to the locals!
Almost all Vietnamese people have this attitude.
Probably because the Vietnamese have fought against foreigners for nearly a century, so most people here hold a kind of hostility towards foreigners.
When you sit in a place full of Vietnamese people, even if you don't speak, you will feel that the eyes are very unfriendly.
When I took out the money to pay, I clearly felt that the eyes of the locals around me were a little gloating and hostile.
A wretched country. I thought coldly in my heart.
I walked a few steps with the mixed-race MM, and then I gave her a hundred dollars and pointed to a small herbal tea stand not far ahead: "Where are you going and wait for me for a while."
"Um?"
I glanced at her: "I have something to go away, where are you going to wait for me. If you have something to do, you can go first."
The mixed-race MM looked a little nervous at once. Because I was acting so weird. She hesitated for a moment, looked around, lowered her voice, with fear in her eyes: "What the hell do you want to do?"
"I have to do something." I said calmly.
She suddenly seemed to think of something, took half a step back, and looked at me up and down: "You...you are not a drug dealer! You tricked me into trading with you?! I don't do those things!"
I laughed. This girl is a bit too reckless. If I'm really a drug dealer, she might be asking for trouble if she speaks out so boldly.
I didn't have time to explain to her, so I just said lightly: "I didn't do that, I just went to do something, you can go there to drink tea and wait for me, if you don't want to, you can go back by yourself first. Anyway, the money is enough for you to sit The taxi is back."
After I finished speaking, I turned and left.
In fact, I knew she would not go back first, the reason is very simple: I haven't paid the 500 yuan tour guide fee I promised her.
Sure enough, I walked a dozen steps and looked back. The mixed-race MM had already sat helplessly on the herbal tea stand.
I walked towards Hoan Kiem Lake. On the way, I randomly bought a bottle of milk at a food stall, drank it in one gulp, and then bought a piece of French bread, held it in my hand, broke off small pieces, and put it into my mouth leisurely stuffed.
This kind of inferior so-called "French bread" actually looks like a loaf of bread, with a bland taste, similar to steamed buns. taste very bad.
But I seemed to be eating very deliciously, I stuffed small pieces into my mouth, and walked leisurely all the way. On the way, I even bought a set of clothes woven from local homemade cloth from a small vendor nearby. They were dark in color and looked like farmers, but many tourists bought them. It's as if foreigners buy Tang suits when they come to China, and tourists in Hawaii buy floral shirts.
I thought about it and picked out another bamboo hat.
This is the standard Vietnamese people's dress. I smiled and held it in my hand. If it wasn't for my height, the locals rarely have a tall person like me, then after I put it on, as long as I don't speak, I will almost be no different from the locals.
I took the bag of clothes in my hand and walked slowly to the edge of Hoan Kiem Lake.
There are many western restaurants and small coffee shops here, and I walked into the most upscale one. This place is also what I saw from the tourist map. This is one of the most high-end western restaurants in Hanoi. Most of the dishes in it are French, of course, there are also Vietnamese dishes.
I walked in slowly, and there was a waiter leading the way at the door, and I said a few words to him in English. He immediately led me inside.
Although it is a western restaurant, everything here will taste bad, imbued with a deep local color.
In the inner row near the wall, there is actually a row of small boxes, although the walls are made of simple bamboo and wood, and a curtain is hung on the outside.
I saw Mawei standing there from a long distance, his face was a little gloomy, he looked a little nervous as he watched me coming from a distance.
I sighed, and the ponytail really belonged to Tiger and his gang.
I also saw an old acquaintance—it was the stripper! She was wearing a sleeveless dress, her plump figure was tightly wrapped in the dress, and her hair was tied into a ponytail. Seeing me coming, she immediately lifted the curtain and walked into the box and said something.
I held a paper bag in one hand, which contained the clothes I bought, and in the other hand I continued to hold the French bread that looked like a steamed bun. Look like a fool.
The curtain was lifted, and I saw Tiger sitting inside, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, and looking up at me.
"Hello." I greeted the ponytail, and then winked at the stripper: "Beauty, we meet again!"
I saw a murderous look in this woman's eyes, but I didn't care. I took a deep look at the ponytail and sighed.
Ponytail's face was a bit ugly, but he still stopped me, and said dryly: "...I want to check first."
I curled my lips and turned around, the stripper immediately forced her up honestly, stretched out her hand and copied it down my waist, I chewed the bread in my mouth, and mumbled: "Hey, beauty, be gentle .”
The stripper's complexion sank immediately, she pushed me without showing any signs, her movements were very rough, I just opened my arms slightly.
"What is this?" She looked at the paper bag in my hand.
"Clothes, souvenirs." I smiled.
She snatched it and opened it for a look, then handed it to Ponytail. Ponytail also checked and found nothing wrong.
I have already brought it back, and said with a smile: "Okay, this is my souvenir, and I will take it back."
The stripper was probably very hostile to me: "Let's talk about it when we get back!"
I looked at this woman with disdain, hum, a no-brainer.
I casually threw half of the bread in my hand to Ponytail, and then Ponytail came up and searched me, but only found half a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He was so careful that he even held the cigarette in his hand and squeezed it.
"I didn't bring a gun." I smiled lightly, then ignored the two of them, lifted the curtain and walked in.
The box inside is not small, a full ten square meters. I saw Tiger sitting on a chair with a cup of tea in front of him.
"Sit down." Tiger glanced at me, and his expression was a bit complicated.
With a calm face, I conveniently put the clothes I bought aside.
Tiger sighed, raised his hand and waved to Ponytail and the stripper standing at the door: "Go out first and watch outside."
Then, Tiger looked at me again: "Okay, Xiao Wu, you asked me to meet, what do you want to say to me?"
With a sneer at the corner of his mouth, he put his hands on the table, tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously, and said slowly, "Or, you decide to admit defeat and hand over Hong Da to me?"
I smiled, continued to chew the bread in my mouth, and leaned lazily on the chair, slurring my words: "Tiger, to be honest, I'm really surprised by you."
"You knew it a long time ago." Tiger said noncommittally: "Before I came out, Ba Ye told you, didn't I?"
I sighed, this time I didn't laugh, but looked at Tiger seriously: "Why?"
"Why did you betray Master Ba?" Tiger shook his head, his expression was a little tired, and then he asked me: "Xiao Wu, do you know how long I have been with Master Ba?"
Before I could answer, he slowly opened his hands, straightened them, and then reversed them.
"Twenty years. A full twenty years." Tiger's eyes flashed: "How many twenty years can a person have in a lifetime? These twenty years are my golden years. I sold my life to I will do the dangerous things, and I will do the things in the early stage... Everyone knows that Mr. Fang is beautiful! The boss of the North American circle! But we have worked hard for him! It has been twenty years , what did I get?"
There was mockery in his tone: "I'm just one of his followers now, a follower beside him... Although I have become the highest-status among the followers... But the follower is just a follower after all! Originally, I thought that the eighth master was getting old and he wanted to When cultivating successors, I will have great opportunities... But it seems that he never seems to really take me into his heart... Who am I, Tiger? It's a dog and a knife of his Fang Bazhi!"
He squinted his eyes, looked at me with a smile, and then said lightly: "Little Wu, do you think Ba Ye really values you? Do you think you can rely on Ba Ye to get ahead? Do you know that Ba Ye is a what kind of person?"
"When I first came to North America, besides Ba Ye, there were three elder brothers, one was Seventh Uncle, you have met them before. There were also two other elder brothers, both of whom dared to fight! It wasn't Ba Ye at that time. One person is the boss, there are four! But now, twenty years have passed, look at our situation now? Besides Ba Ye, who else does everyone know? Everyone only knows that the boss of the big circle is Fang Ba Ye! The rest of the people didn’t even keep their names! Hmph, Seventh Uncle is pretty good, he’s irritable, he’s not good at strategy, he’s a rough guy, that’s why he saved his life! But now he’s too A cripple, Jinpen washed his hands and withdrew from the rivers and lakes... How much do you know about the story here? How much have you seen the methods of the other party's eight fingers?"
I didn't speak, just looked at Tiger calmly.
Tiger sighed slowly: "I know Eighth Master better than you... He won't let go of the power in his hands... He won't give up even a single cent to others! There have been many times when I stood up for him From birth to death, he has faintly revealed some intentions that he will help me up in the future... But now, after twenty years, I am still working as a follower under his eighth master... Hmph! Drug dealing, arms dealing, the most core things, No one can touch it! We are all just his thugs, thugs!"
"What are you doing for?" I shook my head, a little puzzled: "What can you gain by betraying Ba Ye?"
"Money!" Tiger answered me very simply.
Then he smiled, a little desolate, with a feeling of twilight.
At this moment, I suddenly understood one thing: Tiger is actually old.
Sure enough, Tiger sighed: "I'm old, I spent my most golden twenty years working for Lord Bazhi, I was young, impulsive, and loyal to Bazhi! Now I finally figured it out I realized it was too late... I was old!" He smiled self-deprecatingly: "If I had figured it out ten years earlier, I would have competed with Fang Bazhi! Fight with him! Find a way Get rid of him, and then I'll take over! But now... it's too late."
At this moment, Tiger's eyes suddenly showed a trace of sincerity: "I'm old, and the days left are not many. Even if I can kill Fang Bazhi, how long can I be prosperous? Three years? Five years? I'm young I was beaten and killed when I was young, but now I am covered with wounded soldiers. In less than three to five years, my body will degenerate quickly. I was wounded when I was young, and I will suffer when I am old! Now whenever it is rainy, My joints all over my body will be aching... I don't have the heart to compete with others... Now I just want to make some money, and then when I am old, I can have a place to live comfortably For half a lifetime, find a place to be a rich man and enjoy your last years slowly."
"But..." I sighed: "But Master Ba is very good at his subordinates, and will arrange a way out for you in the future..."
"Retreat!?" His eyes seemed to be as sharp as a needle point: "What retreat will he arrange for me?"
There was sarcasm in Tiger's tone: "Uncle Qi, have you seen it? He was also the top figure in the big circle back then! He has been famous, admired, and awed... Now? The majestic boss of the big circle, after retiring, only He can just sit there and guard a car wash shop! He has worked hard all his life, and he has worked hard all his life. What did Ba Ye give him at the end of the day? A small sum of money, a car wash shop! What is this? Send a beggar Well?"
I'm speechless!
"Uncle Seven is an honest man! The idea is simple, he will take whatever Eighth Master gives him, neither fight nor snatch it... This is also his luck, if he fights, he snatches... Do you think Uncle Seven can live till now? "
Tiger's words made my heart faintly move.
Indeed, Ba Ye's gloomyness, Ba Ye's city... I can't tolerate these things and I don't doubt them!
Tiger sighed: "Seventh Uncle Besides, I often think... In the future, when I get old, what kind of 'retreat' will Ba Ye arrange for me? Give me a grocery store and let me be a small boss in Chinatown ? And then spent the last few years of my life humble... "
Suddenly, Tiger's eyes widened, and he raised his hand and slapped it on the table! !
"I've been fighting and killing for a lifetime. Is this the end? I don't accept it!!" Tiger's eyes widened! There was a flash of brilliance in his eyes: "I don't accept it!"
I didn't speak, just kept my mouth shut and looked at Tiger.
Tiger's chest rose and fell, and he took a few breaths before the anger on his face subsided: "Xiao Wu, none of the words I said was to lie to you!"
"You said you were doing it for money... But what does it have to do with Hong Da this time? Why are you so anxious to kill him?"
Tiger smiled, and said lightly: "Things in the Jianghu are not as simple as you think."
He slowly took out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table, lit one, took a sip, and his mood calmed down: "I have always been in contact with the Vietnamese."
I raised my eyebrows and smiled, but didn't speak.
"The Vietnamese give me money, and I provide them with some 'information', which is fair." Tiger said lightly: "The Vietnamese compete with us in the drug business, and they need me as an insider. I don't do much, just Just tell the Vietnamese about our drug sales and our prices. I’m not doing too much, it’s just that it will make Baye less money.
This time we cooperate with Hells Angels, we give up our drug supply to Hells Angels, the Vietnamese also want to compete, but these Vietnamese do business very unruly! On the one hand, they asked me to continue to cooperate, and at the same time, they also asked Hong Da. Hong Da is a drug demolisher, and he has more resources than me. So once the Vietnamese successfully cooperate with Hongda, they will definitely give up on me... At that time, with the usual style of the Vietnamese, they will get rid of me... This can also cause some troubles for our big circle by the way. I can even guess what they will do... They just need to let the wind out and announce my secret collusion with them, and I will die! After all, they have Hong Da's cooperation, so I have no use for them... So, I can't let Hong Da meet with the Vietnamese! Hong Da is dead, so I can continue to protect myself! Vietnamese talents must continue to cooperate with me! "
"But Ba Ye has already discovered you." I kept my face.
Tiger sighed: "So, I have no way out now. Hong Da must die, and then I can take his place and cooperate with the Vietnamese! I hold a large circle of drug sales channels and some sources of supply. These I have collected them bit by bit in the past 20 years. If Hong Da died, the Vietnamese had no choice but to ask me to cooperate, and I could get a sum of money from them, and then find a place to go back Forget retirement."
"Retirement... Are you willing?" I sneered.
"Why don't you want to?" Tiger said disdainfully: "I tell you, I can get up to 100,000 or 200,000 under Eighth Master's command, and then find a place to be my little boss... This is the care of Eighth Master's subordinates." '! Now... hmph, I can go to the Caribbean Sea, buy an island! Then live the rest of my life on the island with peace of mind!"
I sighed: "It seems that you got a lot of money." I stared into his eyes, and my tone changed, becoming sharper: "It's just this money, I don't know how much money I spent to get it back with the blood and sweat of my brothers." of?"
The muscles on Tiger's cheeks twitched a few times, but he remained calm: "People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves."
I was silent, just slowly reached out and took the cigarette case on the table, took out a cigarette and lit it, and took a dull puff.
Tiger looked at me, his eyes were somewhat complicated, and slowly he said: "Xiao Wu, you are very similar to when I was young." Tiger's expression was a little sad: "You are young, dare to fight , to be loyal to your brothers, and you also have a brain, but you are still a little pedantic. Many things are not understood... All this is the same as I was back then. I was like you back then. I dreamed of relying on myself to spell out a golden light Come on! But after twenty years of hard work, I realized that I have always been just a knife in someone else's hand!"
He sighed and stared at me: "I am surprised that you are willing to come to me today... But I would still like to talk to you..."
I smiled: "Guess what I asked you for?"
"Kill me." Tiger said lightly: "With your character, since you dare to come to me, you probably have already settled Hong Da and ensured his safety, and then you are going to kill me single-handedly! Hmph... I guess Right?"
I didn't speak.
But Tiger continued to say calmly: "I believe you have the guts... But I also have a little hope in my heart... Maybe you are willing to cooperate with me! If you are willing to hand over Hong Da to me..."
"What can you give me?" I said coldly.
"Money!" Tiger said quickly: "How much money I get, I will give you half of it! You have no future with Ba Ye, he will not really support you to the top! I know him too well! Even if he The moment you die of old age, you will never give up even a little bit of power in your hand! You might as well get a sum of money and fly away! The world is so big, with your skills and brains, where can you not go?"
After saying this, Tiger looked at me: "You are very brave, so I can't confirm now, what is your intention to seek me...to negotiate with me? Or to kill me?"
Then he seemed to be mocking: "I hope it is the former. If you are willing to cooperate with me, I am very happy... If you are here to kill me... then I will admire your courage, but you have no chance!"
"oh?"
"I know your skill very well." Tiger said lightly: "Your skill is very strong. It can even be said that I may not be able to beat you in a one-on-one fight with you now. But it will be difficult for you to kill me... you Now here I have three! We have guns, what do you have? A cigarette? Or a lighter?"
He suddenly took out a gun, held it in one hand, and slowly placed it horizontally on the table, pointing the gun at me: "Now, you can make a decision. I appreciate you very much, but it doesn't mean I won't I have the heart to kill you."
"If you kill me, you won't find Hong Da." I smiled.
"If I don't kill you, will you hand Hong Da to me?" Tiger sneered: "Don't challenge my patience. At least kill you here, and I can continue to look for Hong Da. But let you go back, Continue to protect him? I'm not that stupid." He seemed very confident: "So, your courage to come to me today is certainly admirable, but it's too reckless."
"Tiger, turn around." I looked into his eyes: "I respect you very much. At least when I first joined the organization, you took care of me. During this time, you taught me a lot every day... I never Deep down in my heart, I don’t want to be your enemy.”
silence…
Tiger flicked the cigarette ash lightly, and he looked confident: "Turn back? How? I can't go back now."
I picked up the cigarette, and in the smog, I said seriously: "Give up now, leave here immediately, find a place anywhere, and spend the rest of your life. Eighth Master can't find you. At least you can live in peace go down."
"Without Hong Da's life, I can't get the money from the Vietnamese!" Tiger sneered, and his smile was mocking: "It's very expensive to buy a small island in the Caribbean Sea!"
I shook my head: "Then I have no choice but to kill you." After speaking, I took a deep breath.
Tiger immediately squinted his eyes, he was still very confident, raised his hand to hold the gun, pointed the muzzle at me, sneered and said disdainfully: "How do you kill?"
I smiled, and slowly opened my hands facing him, spreading them out. I don't have anything in my hand, but the smile on my face is calm.
"Xiao Wu, let me ask you one last time, you..." Tiger wanted to say something, but suddenly...
I opened my mouth a little, and suddenly a puff of cigarette smoke came out of my mouth!
In the smoke, a cold light shot towards Tiger like lightning!
Tiger reacted very quickly, almost like a conditioned reflex, he immediately raised his hand to block it... He raised his right hand, which is the hand holding the gun!
That cold glow silently landed on the back of Tiger's hand, and at the same time, I moved!
I have already grabbed Tiger's arm with my hands! Now with Tiger's skill, he had a chance to shoot me before I caught his hand!
But his movements were suffocated! His arm suddenly went limp... No, it should be said to be stiff!
I squeezed his wrist with one hand, Tiger's face changed drastically, he opened his mouth and was about to shout