"How do you know there is no defense in the manor? These rich people are very afraid of death. They will use a room full of bodyguards to protect their safety. Maybe after we enter, we will face a group of bodyguards with guns. When we get there It’s so much fun now!” The person speaking was Mickey’s neighbor, nicknamed Greyhound, who had been convicted of two robberies. Now he has nothing serious to do and makes a living by selling some narcotics every day.
The purpose of letting Greyhound join is so that Greyhound can buy some pistols, which are all black market goods and no one can trace them. And Mitch also needs Greyhound experience. At least he is still walking outside now, and he understands the specific steps of some crimes better than Mitch or others.
Mickey was not worried at all about the question raised by Greyhound. He chuckled lightly, with a smile full of superiority appearing on his face, "If there are groups of bodyguards inside, then we are going to negotiate. , If we have the chance, we can still hold the wealthy Guarte hostage. If there are no bodyguards inside, we can clear out the irrelevant people and wait for the ransom. "
The Greyhound's eyes lit up, this was a good idea and would not put himself in danger in any case. He nodded, "This can be done, what else do we need to prepare?"
Mickey made a gesture like a pistol, "We need at least four, but we don't have the money now. Is there any way to get them and use them first, and then return them to them later or pay more money."
This left Greyhound a little confused as to how to answer. These people who smuggled arms were doing business with their own freedom. They would rather not sell and would not do business on credit. After hesitating for a moment, Greyhound shook his head and said: "Credit is impossible. I don't have that much face, but I can introduce you to a guy who has money."
"Loan shark?" Mickey agreed without the slightest hesitation, "No problem, take me to pick up the goods tomorrow!" He looked at his companions around him and asked, "If anyone wants to quit now, I I won’t stop you. If no one wants to quit, just follow my instructions in the next few days. Believe me, we will all be millionaires after this!”
Perhaps under the temptation of millionaires, everyone's inner greed and yearning for money have defeated their reason. These people are breathing heavily, and it is difficult to suppress the power bursting out of their bodies when they think of the possibility of becoming a millionaire. . That's a millionaire. He squanders 100 yuan a day and 36,000 yuan a year... 500 yuan. It would take at least... thirty years to squander all the money!
Done!
Mickey read their eyes, stretched out his hands, folded his palms together one after another, and reached an agreement quietly.
There is an emotion rushing in their chests, this emotion is called struggle!
Soon the small group dispersed, and they all needed to prepare for the next "job".
Greyhound had been thinking about the plan Mickey mentioned on the way back, and he thought it was unlikely to be implemented. Until now, I have never heard that the rich man in the city was kidnapped, nor that anyone was blackmailed. These rich people have enough wealth to hire a professional bodyguard team to protect their safety. Coupled with their status and influence, if they don't want to go against the entire city, it's best not to touch them.
The reason why he agreed to Mickey's request was not because he wanted to participate. He just fooled Mickey first, then hid and waited until the matter was over before coming out. He even thought about how to avoid this matter without hurting each other's feelings, that is, surrendering. Selling narcotics may lead to a serious prison sentence, but smashing someone's window only requires a few days of detention. Just when he was about to turn himself in, suddenly something hard hit his lower back from behind.
He didn't quite know what that thing was, but it was definitely a dangerous thing.
"Don't move, keep moving forward. There is a car at the corner of the street. If you don't want your photo to be on the front page of the Ilian Daily tomorrow, you'd better cooperate." After the guy behind him finished speaking, the Greyhound He heard a strange sound, and he recognized that sound. It was the sound of charging the pistol after the safety was turned on.
He took the first step slowly, walking carefully, not allowing himself to make any movements that might cause the other party to misunderstand, "Man, look, I didn't bring anything with me when I came out today, and I'm just a street guy." You little guy, I have no money!”
The product in Greyhound's mouth is Purple Angel - a narcotic preparation. The main ingredient in anesthetics comes from the Grimace Mushroom, which is a substance that can easily cause hallucinations. This substance can cut off the signal transmission between pain-sensing neurons. Therefore, after many years of research at the Imperial Medical College, a usage standard has been formulated. On the premise of cutting off pain nerve signal transmission, the birth of hallucinations can be reduced as much as possible.
However, if an overdose is injected, long-term hallucinations will still occur. Many people like this tune, so anesthetics have always been in the market. Ernst, who is now serving a sentence in Al Ordo State Prison, was not only selling bootleg liquor but also smuggling narcotics for profit.
Greyhound is such a guy who sells narcotics on the street. He really doesn't make much money. For a bottle of fifteen yuan, he can only get a commission of one yuan at most. The rest has to be turned over to his boss, plus he Now I am still alone and need to relieve my loneliness occasionally, so it is difficult to save any money.
It was precisely because of this experience and seeing too many things on the streets that he concluded that Mickey's plan would not work.
Something hit his waist, and he was suddenly frightened. The absence of a gangster selling narcotics in a city with millions of people was nothing at all. The police didn't even bother to investigate. He said He walked forward slowly with pain in his heart. At the intersection, he saw a gray, shabby car. This kind of car is almost everywhere in the third district. People who can't afford a new car are willing to spend a little money to buy an old car that may be third-hand or more times to save their face. This kind of car Like those handguns circulating on the black market, it's difficult to tell who ended up in their hands.
He got in the car and sat in the passenger seat, with the thing poking him behind his head. He had no choice or the right to resist, so he could only let these two people take him to a place he didn't want to go.
The car quickly crossed the highway intersection and entered the fourth district, and stopped in a place that looked like a factory warehouse. He was pushed into the empty warehouse by the two men. At this moment, several lights suddenly lit up in front of him, which stung his eyes and shed some tears. Raising his hand to block the strong light, he saw a guy wearing a suit and a round felt hat sitting on a chair in the center of the warehouse.
Because of the strong backlight, he couldn't see what the person looked like, he could only see an outline.
"I think Mr. Greyhound wouldn't mind repeating what you heard and saw last night, right?" The guy sitting spoke, his voice was male, very young, and somewhat magnetic. He was wasted like this for about ten seconds, and the back of his head hurt suddenly, and a hard object hit his head. There was also a force coming from the crook of his leg. He lost his center of gravity and fell to his knees with a plop. A stream of heat surged from his nose. He touched something transparent and brought it to his eyes.
"Don't, don't hit me, I said, I will cooperate!" Greyhound knows very well how these people do things. He is not the only insider, which means that if he doesn't tell the other person how he feels before they run out of patience, He might close his eyes forever if he was interested in something, "Mickey suddenly contacted me at night..."
He began to narrate, and in order to avoid being beaten again, he endured a strong sense of dizziness and recounted everything that happened that night in detail, including his inner activities after leaving. The dark figure in the warehouse, whose outline could only be seen, was very patient and did not interrupt his complicated and long-winded narrative until he finished telling everything he knew. At this moment, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind. These people couldn't be... Mr. 350,000's people, right? !
He shuddered, knowing that this son of a bitch Mickey couldn't do anything good except bad things. Are these rich men so easy to offend? Look, the other party already knew about his perfect plan before it was implemented, and even came to his door. He was really killed by that bitch!
The Greyhound lowered his head and did not dare to look back or look around. He knew that the less he "discovered" at this time, the greater the possibility of survival. He doesn't want to die yet. Although his life is rotten like a pile of shit, he loves this pile of shit and he doesn't want to leave this world yet. The muscles on his face began to tremble uncontrollably, and there was more and more transparent snot, and even tears flowed out.
Slowly, a small cry appeared in the warehouse. The voice had been suppressing intense emotions. He did not dare to cry loudly. He was afraid that his voice would disturb the person sitting and be killed by them, but he I just couldn't help but want to cry, cry sadly.
The rhythmic tapping of the soles of leather shoes on the ground covered up the cry of the greyhound. He saw an elongated shadow covering him. He did not dare to look up. The person who was killed because he "saw too much" It's really not that small. He doesn't know what kind of fate he will face next, but at least he doesn't want to be killed just because he sees the other person's appearance.
A handkerchief suddenly appeared in front of him, the tapping sound passed by him, and there was a faint voice in his ears.
"People like you should just find a job honestly!"
(End of chapter)