A long time ago, I saw a movie about paratroopers. There was a saying among paratroopers that "landing ass first is safest".
And now, I fully understand the meaning of this sentence.
To be honest, even though I thought I was so daring, I dared to do such evil things as murder and arson, but when I thought about it afterwards, I really admired myself for jumping down from a thousand feet in the air.
I don't believe in God, but I was very lucky, and the parachute bag opened smoothly. Although the high-altitude wind made me unable to open my eyes and mouth, when the altitude gradually dropped, the situation was much better.
This is a place southeast of downtown Vancouver, and the place where I landed is not too far from a road.
My body shook, and I shrank instinctively, and then naturally, my legs did not dare to use force, and I lay down on the ground. The buttocks touched the ground first, but the damn ground was bare, and There were a lot of gravel and pebbles, one of which was on my buttocks, I didn't care about the pain, I quickly pulled out a dagger from my shoe as soon as I fell to the ground, and quickly cut the parachute rope on my shoulder.
This is what I see from the movie, especially in a windy and open place, after landing, because the umbrella bag is open, the wind will drag the umbrella to run, if not even cut the rope - if you are unlucky , If the rope strangles your neck, you may even be strangled to death.
I rolled on the ground like a mud monkey, and then I stood up, and my high-end clothes were finished. After identifying the direction, I remember that before I landed, I saw that the road was not far from here, so I ran over quickly.
I have to say that the pilot technology that Yang Wei sent to me was quite good. The landing site I chose was very good, and the orientation was also very accurate. I ran about 500 meters in one breath and came to the road. From here Going north is Vancouver. Although it is night, there are very few cars on the road, and this is the suburbs. But I'm not worried at all. After living in Vancouver for several months, I already know that there are usually many trucks going back and forth between the urban area and the beach in the southeast. After all, Vancouver is a city close to the sea, and the ocean transportation industry is very developed.
I was right.
But to use an old saying: I guessed the beginning, but not the ending.
I waited on the side of the road for about half an hour, during which time there were three cars passing by, but unfortunately no one was willing to stop no matter how I waved.
After learning from the pain, I understood the problem.
First of all, it's night. Secondly, the area around here is relatively remote. Again, I was dressed in weird clothes, dirty all over, and my head and face were dusty. It looks three points like a fugitive, three points like a tramp, and three points like a stowaway who just ran from the sea. As for the last point, I guess I'm afraid it has a tendency to be a little mentally ill.
Let me ask, at night, in such an optimal geographical environment for highway robbery, any normal person sees a fugitive, a homeless man, a stowaway and a mental patient, blocking a car on the side of the road. I am afraid that ninety-nine out of a hundred people will not only not stop, but will increase the accelerator and speed up and run over...
I couldn't help it, I sighed... In fact, I wanted to be a good person, but it's just the reality... What a fucking prostitute!
Seeing a small truck approaching from a distance, my heart skipped a beat, I pulled out my dagger, quickly moved a stone as big as possible from the side of the road, and threw it in the middle of the road.
Sure enough, the car turned on its headlights first, and then slowed down immediately when it saw an obstacle in the middle of the road.
I was holding a dagger in one hand, and a stone I picked up in the other. If the other party didn't stop, I couldn't say it, sir, I had no choice but to get rough.
After the car slowed down, it seemed that it had no intention of stopping, but adjusted its direction slightly to go around the stone on the ground. I didn't care about it, and the stone in my hand was thrown out.
boom! Crash!
With the sound of glass shattering, the car braked suddenly, creaked, and stopped, and I smashed the left window glass.
I strode forward with a horizontal knife and shouted loudly: "Robbery! Get out of the car!!"
As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I realized that something was wrong. Under the conditioned reflex, I spoke Chinese. So I immediately changed my mouth and said it in English.
After the car door was opened, three or four strong men jumped out from inside, all of them were wearing dirty sailor suits, and they smelled a strong fishy smell head-on.
Just after I finished shouting, the guys who jumped out of the car were stunned for a moment, seeing that I was the only one holding a dagger, they couldn't help laughing.
"You? Robbery?" A white man standing at the front, a full head taller than me, wearing a denim canvas dress with rolled up sleeves, exposing muscular arms, with an unshaven face, licked Lips, walked towards me: "Boy, are you courting death?"
As he said, he clenched his fists with both hands, his joints creaked, and he stretched out a palm as big as a cattail fan to grab my collar.
"Ah." I dodged it as soon as I dodged, sighed, and looked at him with pity. Although this guy is big, he is far from my opponent. He has a bit of brute force at most. I slowly said: "I just want your car, give me your car, I won't hurt you. Well... By the way, I just borrowed it. You can leave your phone number for me. I will return it when I arrive in Vancouver. Yours. I will pay you some money as a reward."
"Boy, first let me crush the bones in your chest, and then we will take you to see a doctor in Vancouver." The big man grinned twice, and punched me.
I stepped up, turned sideways and twisted his wrist at the same time, and then took advantage of the momentum, his huge body fell forward, and I kicked him in the ass, this guy It slapped to the ground with a thud, and then I stepped on his back, the dagger pressed his neck, and shouted in a deep voice: "Don't move!"
The edge of the dagger lay across the back of his neck, and he froze immediately. I made a threatening gesture: "Quick, give me the car keys! Or I..."
Just before I finished speaking, suddenly, a pretentious voice came from the car...
"Oh! God! What happened?"
A tall and thin man jumped out of the car. I couldn't see his appearance clearly in the dark, but he had a hat on his head, which was the captain's hat on a ship.
Vaguely, I felt that this voice was still somewhat familiar. Just as I was stunned for a moment, this person had separated from the crowd and walked in front of me. He looked at me with surprise on his face: "God, it's you? Oh , My God, Chen... well, Mr. Chen Yang, I remember I sent you to Vancouver a long time ago, it has been a few months, how did you become such a down-and-out look? God, you look Like a bum."
I froze.
The man in front of him wore a captain's cap, was tall and thin, and his facial contours showed traces of mixed race between the East and the West. When he smiled at me, his teeth were slightly yellowed by cigarettes, but his smile was very kind, and his eyes held A typical joke of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.
Seeing this person, I was startled for a moment, then immediately remembered, the dagger in my hand was released, a smile appeared on my face, I took a step back, and let go of the guy on the ground.
"It's you? Captain Wick? I remember your name right?"
"Oh, it's so embarrassing, you can't even confirm my name? You know, I saved your life once!" The guy smiled exaggeratedly.
Yes, he was right, he did save me.
The man in front of me was just picked up by his boat after I jumped into the sea and drifted for many days when I first came to Canada. And this Captain Wick took the two packs of banknotes I got on the smuggling boat at sea as a reward, and sent me to the shore safely.
Wick is still the same, but his clothes are a little dirty, and his hat is more crooked than before. He looked at the dagger in my hand and said with a smile, "What's the matter? Do you still need to hold this when you meet old friends?"
I immediately put away the dagger without hesitation, and went up to shake hands with him, but Wick did not shake hands with me, but hugged me vigorously. After we parted, he looked at me, shook his head and said, "Mr. It's been so long, why are you still so down and out? Have you been living a wandering life for the past year?"
I laughed and cursed, pointed at my clothes, and said, "Damn, have you ever seen a homeless man wearing 'Armani'?"
"Oh!" Wick's eyes lit up immediately: "So you got rich? But why did you..." He pointed at me.
At this time, the guy on the ground got up, limped and walked over to Wake, and looked at me angrily, with a depressed look on his face.
"Okay, Victor, don't be depressed. Our Mr. Chen is an old friend of mine. He once escaped from Martin's boat alone! His skill must be quite good, you are not his It's not a shame to be an opponent." He patted the strong man on the shoulder, looked at me, and narrowed his eyes: "Oh, so, Chen Yang, are you in trouble? Do you need help?"
Depend on!
His eyes looked like he saw Kaizi.