"What did you say?"
I looked at Hong Da in surprise, and then I immediately forced myself to calm down, squinted my eyes, and carefully looked at the fat man in front of me.
"You heard me right, what I said is true." Hong Da sighed.
We are still sitting in the private room of the nightclub.
Crazy last night, this guy Hong Da seemed to be crazy and desperately vented! I roughly calculated that he dragged the girl into the small private room next to him three times a night. Even though the music outside was loud, it still couldn't cover up the girl's excited screams and gasps from inside...
This fat man is really venting, he seems to want to vent all the fear in his heart in this way.
But at this moment, it was already dawn, this fat man was wearing a pair of underwear and a shirt casually draped over his body, sitting in front of me with a lonely expression, with a cigarette in his hand, and said something that shocked me!
"I'm not going to Saigon anymore."
…
According to the plan, Hongda’s original destination was another big city in Vietnam and the largest city in South Vietnam, Saigon! There, General Hong will meet with Vietnamese drug dealers. If their deal goes well, the Vietnamese will control more North American drug shares...
Of course, to prevent that from happening, I'd kill Hong Dae in Saigon—along with the Vietnamese who joined him.
But now, Hong Da sat in front of me and told me very seriously: he is not going to Saigon anymore!
I frowned, stared at the fat man carefully, and began to figure out what his plan was...
"I'm telling the truth." Hong Da took a deep breath of cigarettes, looking tired... Apparently, last night's carnival made him a little bit overwhelmed. At this moment, the girls had all left, and the room was still filled with the smell of perfume, tobacco and alcohol.
I smiled: "Why? According to your plan, isn't it necessary to go to Saigon to meet your business partner during this trip?"
A wry smile appeared on the corner of Hong Da's mouth, and he looked at me unabashedly: "I'm worried that I will die, and I will not return."
I raised my eyebrows and said nothing.
Hong Da extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray with all his strength: "Brother, I have been out playing since I was eighteen years old. At the beginning, I followed the boss as a horse boy, and I also worked as a fanboy, and as an airplane boy..." (Fanxian , a person who specializes in providing drug deals to drug addicts. Airplane Boy: a person who acts as a drug transporter in a drug organization)
"... Later the boss was killed... I ran all the way to North America, relying on the support of a group of brothers back then, and started a new life in North America... Up to now, half of it depends on luck, and half depends on my carefulness to survive today. What now? No matter how I say it, I can be regarded as an independent drug dealer. I deal with a lot of drugs flowing from Asia to North America every year. Many drug lords in the Golden Triangle are related to me, and I am also involved in the major Asian gangs in North America. I’m on the client list of my client... I’ve been around to this day, I don’t talk about my other strengths, but every time danger comes, I can always survive! It’s all about being careful!”
Hong Da sighed, and leaned back on the sofa. The fat all over his body was piled up like a mountain, and the fat around his waist was like a dilapidated sack.
"I'm not greedy. It's not that I don't want to be greedy, but that I don't dare!" Hong Da smiled wryly, "I'm afraid that I will make money or spend money... I have been careful all my life, and it is because of this cowardice that I have lived until now... Let me tell you, Many people who were in this business with me back then were more courageous than me, ruthless in doing things, and more cunning than me... But now they are all dead!"
He stared at me: "It's because they are greedy!"
I smiled, guessed something vaguely in my heart, smiled and handed him a cigarette, and then lit it for him myself.
"... Huh..." Hong Da slowly exhaled smoke, and said with a wry smile, "I'm not greedy. I would rather earn less. When encountering danger, my first reaction is to turn around and run away... Many times, I would rather bear some losses , and I don’t want to take risks... Back then, many people laughed at me as a 'mouse', which means that I am less courageous than a mouse. But now I am still alive... Those who laugh at me are either dead or squatting Inside the prison."
I didn't say anything, just quietly waiting for his next words.
"... I originally planned to retire after completing this vote." Hong Da grinned and said, "I'm different from you... Of course, I'm still not sure whether you are from the big circle or those Chinese clan members But you gangsters are different from me. I am a drug demolisher. As long as I cover my head and find a place to drill, no one can find me. The circle I live in is more dangerous than yours, but it is also more dangerous than yours. You have to be simple. I don’t have so many thugs, and I don’t have so many guns... We work as drug demolitions, and we rely on a few horsemen to get around the world.” When he talked about his profession, he suddenly became excited, his face With a smile on his face, he said: "The goods are available today. I will personally go to the Golden Triangle to find those drug lords to buy the goods, and then let a few horsemen come over to find someone to transport them. I have done drug swallowing human body transportation, and I have done black ships. , I did it with legal goods... Then when I arrived at the destination, those horsemen threw the things at the designated place, and then took a share of the money, and each left, no one knew anyone... Brother, do you know what drug demolition is? Is it?"
I shook my head, in fact, I really don't know much about it.
"Actually, to put it simply, you may understand... We drug demolition companies are like freight companies, similar to DHL, TNT, and global express companies. It's just that they deliver legal goods, and we It's drugs."
"The so-called house demolition, the key lies in the word 'demolish'. I got the goods from the drug lords in the Golden Triangle, and got them in whole batches, and then according to the lists of various gangs in North America, the demand, one by one Allocate them, and then send my 'couriers' to deliver them one by one... I don't take any risks, because the money is sent directly to the Golden Triangle by those gangsters. I have no money dealings with those gangsters, I am only responsible for delivery. North America The gangster directly gave the money to the Golden Triangle, and then the Golden Triangle gave me the money. In this way, I don’t have to worry about being hacked. This is a word for’demolition’.” Hong laughed and said: “There is another one that is ‘home’ , in fact, this home should be called "adding" for processing. I got the whole batch of goods, and those goods can't be sold. They have to be processed before they can be eaten. The process is very simple, just like a food processing factory. Boil it , chill it, add some additives, make it into the kind of drug you see on the market, and then send it out to those buyers."
He sighed: "So, we are the ones who demolish the house. The word "demolition" and the word "addition" are inseparable."
He casually took a pack of dried fruit kernels from the table, which is a snack provided in nightclubs, then slapped open the outer packaging bag in front of me, picked up a few and threw them into his mouth, chewing a few Next, he smiled and said: "It's like this thing, this dried fruit, is a fruit bought from a fruit farmer, but the food processing factory dries it, reprocesses it, then puts it in a packaging bag, and then sends it to various supermarkets... Those in the Golden Triangle The drug lords are the fruit growers, and the gangsters in North America are the supermarkets... As for me, I am the food processing factory in the middle. Do you understand?"
I was a little puzzled: "Why are you telling me this?"
Hong Da didn't answer my question directly, he sighed a long time: "I'm old."
He patted his belly hard, and the fat on his belly made a crackling sound. Then he looked at me and smiled wryly: "Damn it, I almost broke my waist with a few girls last night... If this was a few years ago, I would have fucked them so badly... As it turned out, yesterday Night... Wow, it's me, I'm sorry!"
He laughed twice, took another puff of his cigarette, and looked at me solemnly: "I am a house demolisher, but it's really not necessary. I didn't have my business in North America, but now I'm flocking to North America. There are too many people... They can't get goods from the South American market, they can only transfer goods from Asia. In this case, I have room to survive. What am I? I'm just a middleman. Save everyone The trouble of transportation is just a little commission. To put it bluntly, I have mastered the drug sources of many Asian gangs in North America. To put it bluntly, I am actually their deliveryman!"
"So, the thing I think about the most in the past two days is: Where is my value... Who is killing me... If I die, who will benefit the most." The fat man pulled out a forced smile, and then blinked at me. Eyes: "Guess what conclusion I came to?"
"What?"
"I suddenly realized that I am not of much value." The fat man smiled: "I cooperate with the Vietnamese, and I can only help them get more goods. But other Asian gangs, Chinese, Indians, Iranians, they The supply will only be tight in the short term, but after a long time, they will naturally find other houses to be demolished... I am not the only one who demolishes houses in the world. It’s just that this year, there was a natural disaster in the plantations in South America. Those of us from Asia Drugs demolished houses, and it became popular overnight. Besides, the biggest value in my hands...is the evidence."
I sat up straight!
"It's evidence." Hong Da rubbed his temples vigorously, and said with a wry smile, "I'm connected to the Golden Triangle with one hand, and the gangsters in North America with the other. People, accounts... I have all of them! If the police get these things, it will be a huge piece of evidence! But after thinking about it, the person who came to kill me this time must not be the police... And you, I said , if you are a policeman, then I am the President of the United States!"
I smiled.
The fat man continued: "The only explanation is that someone doesn't want me to trade with the Vietnamese. So in order to stop me from trading with the Vietnamese, I have to die." His eyes dimmed a little.
"I can't give the Vietnamese anything. I can at most give them a little more drug share. Give them more transportation channels... I know why the Vietnamese suddenly want so much drugs. They are here to supply the Hells Angels. What is North America now? I understand the market situation very well. So the only explanation is that the one who killed me was either the Chinese, the Iranians, or the Indians. Now that I think about it, the Chinese probably did it. So I have been thinking about it for the past two days One question is: which side are you really on?"
Fatty's tone has always been slow, but when he said the last sentence, his tone suddenly became sharp!
He looked at me with wide eyes: "You are Chinese, and the one who killed me is also Chinese. This makes me, Lao Hong, a little confused. Well, aside from other people, I only think about you... you What purpose do you have for me?"
He shook his head, as if he was talking to himself: "The Chinese, whether it is the Huabang or the big circle, want me to die. You are a Chinese, so why don't you kill me, but save me?"
I sighed, and said silently in my heart: Who said I won't kill you
I am going to kill him! But because I want to lure out the traitor Tiger, I have been protecting him...
It can be said that if there was no such thing as Tiger's betrayal of Ba Ye, I would have killed him long ago.
That's why Ba Ye's order was to wait for Hong Da to meet with the Vietnamese before killing him. In fact, this order has no meaning, it is purely to spare time on purpose, so as to attract Tiger to take action!
I looked at this fat man, feeling a little bitter in my heart, and thought: If it wasn't for Tiger, you would have died long ago.
This situation is ironic: Tiger is the one who wants to kill him, but Tiger's own existence motivates me to keep him alive.
The fat man shook his head and smiled: "Then I thought about the end and faced a very simple problem..."
He looked at me and said word by word: "It doesn't matter that you treat me well now, but in the end...will you kill me?"
He seemed to be talking to himself: "From a general point of view, you must kill me. Because you are Chinese, the Chinese will definitely not let me cooperate with the Vietnamese. No matter how things change, this big premise It can’t be changed.” The guy glanced at me after speaking, and sighed, “I’m not wrong, am I?”
I am speechless.
"Okay, brother." Hong Da waved his hand, looking very tired: "I dare to tell you today, because I figured it out. Now I have a knife across my neck, and I will cut my head with a knife. Stretching out the head is also a knife, so... I can only beg for mercy."
He blinked and looked at me: "Let me tell you something, no matter which side you represent, I have decided not to go to Saigon now, and I will not cooperate with the Vietnamese. Whatever you want, I will give it to you." .”
He sighed and said: "Oh, I have been careful all my life, but finally capsized... This time I stayed in North America well, and the cooperation with Huabang was also good, but I was infatuated for a while, and the Vietnamese offered me a high price. , I’ve been saying ‘don’t be greedy, don’t be greedy’ all my life, but when I was getting old, I couldn’t help but be greedy once... but I still hit a wall.”
He patted me hard and sighed: "Brother, you are so smart! You are clearly protecting me, but you are actually controlling me under your control, right? You killed my bodyguard yesterday... At that time I I have been doubting, but I dare not say... You are too powerful, my bodyguard and I are no match for you. To put it nicely, you are protecting me. To put it bluntly, I was actually kidnapped by you It is. Right?"
I'm at a loss.
This fat man actually came to such a conclusion!
"You protect me while approaching me. When I reach the end of the mountain, you turn your face... I, Lao Hong, have no choice but to give up the Vietnamese obediently and turn around to join you. The cooperation of the Vietnamese, fuck it That's right. My life is the most important thing, so I can only submit obediently." Hong Da smiled wryly, and looked at me pitifully: "Now you are satisfied... I admit it. Who is your boss, you tell him, I, Hong Da, are convinced. You are amazing! This year’s deal, I, Hong Da, will do it for your family! Is this finally over?"
This time, I was really stunned.
But I'm going home right now!
Things have developed to this point, I really didn't expect it! Unexpectedly, in order to lure the traitor Tiger, he deliberately protected him for a few days, but this guy Hong Da suddenly became afraid of death! Afraid of death, he actually gave up cooperation with the Vietnamese and prepared to take refuge with us!
I thought about it, took a breath, and made a very calm expression: "Dude...you know...you saved your own life."
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When we came out this time, Xi Luo, Tiger, and I each brought a new mobile phone with a new number.
When you come out to do things, it is impossible to make random calls with your own home phone! This is for security and confidentiality.
So, I always only have Ciro and Tiger's calls in my mobile phone.
Of course, there is also an additional number. This number was given to me by Ba Ye. Tell me to be right back when I'm done - this is the number to call if there's any trouble.
It's an emergency number, and both Ciro and I have it.
But there is one thing... When you are away from home, no matter what happens, the rule is: it is absolutely forbidden to call back! Under no circumstances should you call Baye! No calling back to the garage either!
This is the rule.
In other words, even if we die outside, it has nothing to do with Baye or the garage!
The emergency number is not too long, it is a satellite phone number without an area code, and it belongs to a well-known international satellite phone company.
After I had a long talk with Hong Da, Hong Da bowed his hands to me and said with a smile: "Brother, my life is in your hands... Brother, for the sake of everyone getting along well these days, please be merciful." ah!"
This half-truth and half-false joke made me feel a little bit emotional. But then I dismissed Hong Da and let Xi Luo watch him, and I went outside to make this emergency call.
"His grandma, at this terrible time, which bastard called!!!"
As soon as the phone was connected, there was such a thick voice from the other end, with a feeling of laziness and carelessness.
The sound made me startled immediately! But then I reacted quickly.
Indeed, we are active in Southeast Asia, and the closest contact person can only be him...
I suppressed the excitement in my heart, and said with a smile: "Fatty Fang! Brother Fang! Did you recognize my voice?"
"..." The other end of the phone was silent for a while, but this time the voice was much clearer, and the fat man's familiar voice came steadily from the other end: "The guy with eight fingers said he sent you to work, and said that if there is any trouble Will look for me... I guess you will definitely get into trouble again... Well, sure enough, everything you encounter will always be trouble... Damn! Are you still alive and well?"
"I'm in Vietnam." I took a deep breath, and then told the story briefly.
On the other end of the phone, Fatty Fang remained silent. Then he smiled and said, "I know the matter. I have been watching that guy Hongda's whereabouts. Otherwise, do you think you can find him so quickly? That guy is faster than him." Mice are still hard to find! As for the matter you mentioned..."
The fat man sighed, and he said slowly: "Let's find a way to meet first... I am also in Vietnam, and I am driving a yacht to drink the sea breeze at the moment!"
I was in surprise when suddenly there were several gunshots on the other end of the phone! Then vaguely, there was the sound of explosions, the sound of hydration splashing!
I couldn't help being stunned, holding the phone: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"
The fat man's heroic laughter came from the other end of the phone, mixed with the sound of gunshots, and his voice was a little intermittent: "It's okay, I met some Vietnamese devils at sea, damn it, I had sex with them, and now I'm being chased Running with tails! Don’t worry, I’ve spent a few laps with these guys on the sea, and it’s settled... They... just... go find you... Fuck, they have guns, but we don’t! Lift out the big guy under the box ... fuck the fuck..."
The phone is disconnected right here.
I hung up the phone, feeling a little weird.
Before I hung up the phone, I clearly heard an explosion, and that sound seemed familiar—I remember when I was on the stowaway, when the stowaway was chased by the Coast Guard, and when the gunboat bombarded the stowaway, it was that kind of explosion Voice!
In other words, Fatty was being chased at sea...the other party had guns on his boat!
Depend on! Who is he fighting with