At 7:30 in the morning, Heilong opened his eyes without missing a second, and got up from the bed without a moment's nostalgia. With some difficulty, he sat on the electric wheelchair skillfully.
Before brushing his teeth, Heilong came to the window and opened the curtain of a painting area, allowing the sunlight to shine on a drawing board that was almost finished.
The black dragon in pajamas came to the drawing board and hummed a nursery rhyme softly while mixing paints. The girl in the sun naturally exudes the light of a goddess after applying oil makeup.
At this moment, Xiao Yi was still jet-lagged quietly on the sleeping mat, and the only one who appreciated her beauty was Shen Ming who sat up from the sofa almost at the same time as Heilong.
When Heilong prepared the oil paints and was about to write, the bewildered Shen Ming pulled the curtains again and lit a desk lamp instead.
"Do you know that you hate it?" Holding the paintbrush, Heilong turned around and said resentfully, "This painting of mine depicts the street scene under the morning sun, not the night scene under the desk lamp. There is no sunlight and no feeling."
"I'm sorry I don't know art, but I know that for snipers, the place with the sun is the best ambush point, and the one sitting in front of the window is the cutest target." Shen Ming was as stubborn as a stone.
"I can't draw anymore, give me a new drawing board." Heilong threw away the drawing board in his hand, so he could only redeploy new paints and conceive new paintings. Over the years, drawing in the morning, like many people's morning exercises, has become out of her habit.
She is more used to numbering everything, just like her own paintings, before starting to paint, she will write the corresponding number on the corner, "1314" This is a new painting.
"Take off your clothes and stand in front with the lamp." Heilong ordered in a strong tone.
"What do you want?" Shen Ming wondered, he didn't provide physical services, even if he did, it would cost extra.
"It's pitch black, so I can only draw the figure. If you act as a model for me, I don't want you to kill people. It should be fine, right?" Black Dragon said angrily.
Shen Ming didn't say any more, unbuttoned his clothes, and put the suit and shirt neatly on the sofa.
"Carry the gun bag on your back, don't take off your trousers, I'm not Michelangelo, I'm not interested in drawing humans and birds." Heilong seemed to be directing a puppet, but when she saw Shen Ming's scars, she couldn't tell. Come on.
This is a man with a story, and the story must be full of blood and bullets. He stood under the lamp with a Colt Python revolver on his bare upper body, and his bronzed muscles glowed even without olive oil. The hideous scars are like mouths, telling the black dragon their origins.
"Did you crawl back from hell?" Black Dragon praised in disguise.
"I don't seem to be obliged to answer you." Shen Ming said coldly, "Or let's play a game, one question for another, if you encounter something that you really can't answer, just skip it and change to another question."
"You bodyguard, you really don't suffer from anything. I'm in a good mood, so I'll play with you." Heilong Liwo smiled and wrote skillfully. High-quality models have always been the favorite of painters, just like Da Vinci's Mona Lisa.
Shen Ming is definitely the most perfect male body that Heilong has ever seen. Not only are the muscles all over his body relaxed and the fat layer is extremely low, but the ingenious scars prove that he is by no means just a vase for bodybuilding, and what he shows is unique to men. The charm of fighting is as charming as the scars on the face of a lion.
"I joined the battlefield at the age of 16. I have fought various battles that have never been reported on TV for 10 years, so I ended up like this." Shen Ming calmly answered Heilong's question first, and then asked immediately, "You How did you lame?"
"14 years ago, I was in a car accident, and my legs and knees were shattered, and I couldn't dance anymore." Heilong quickly outlined the outline of Shen Ming, "Why are you a bodyguard?"
"This is a business that my parents have painstakingly managed. Now I am the only one left in the Shen family. I don't want to lose the business. I am afraid that I will not be able to explain to the elders after I die." Shen Ming sighed softly, "You are a girl, how can you be so confused? The head of the curtain society in the United States?"
"That's nice to say, isn't he just a mafia leader?" Heilong scoffed at the title, "What is the most important thing in the 21st century? Talent, of course. The underworld is actually the industry with the most talent shortage in the world. All of them are violence, vendettas, and crimes. And these are no longer in line with the times. I can’t change my thinking and use new ways to run the underworld. This is a sunset industry. I have a special ability, that is, I can’t forget it. As long as the number is edited, it can be stored in the brain and will never be forgotten. In addition, I have a master's degree in business administration and an IQ of 140. Let me ask, how long is your little brother?"
"This is relative. It depends on the environment. The longest is 18 centimeters." Shen Ming answered the unusually "sharp" question without changing his expression, "Do you still have any relatives alive?"
"No, the car accident took away my parents and my legs. How old was the first time you masturbated?" Black Dragon continued to ask sharply.
"15 years old. If you are smart, why would you join gangs?" Shen Ming sped up his speech.
"For the sake of life, a lame girl, a hooligan who can call and drink around, so that bad guys don't dare to bully me, how wonderful. Have you ever had any sexual fantasies about Long Legs 2?" smirk.
"... Yes..." Shen Ming admitted softly, "Can you survive the current disaster?"
The black dragon in the painting stopped and looked at Shen Ming, "Skip."
"Do you know the whereabouts of 3 billion US dollars?" Shen Ming seized the initiative of the question.
"Skip."
"Are the accountants and you in collusion?"
"Skip."
"Can you tell the truth?" Shen Ming said coldly.
"Yes, what I told you just now is the truth, so answer my last question, why are you willing to take this business even though you are aware of my predicament?" The black dragon is the most curious.
"Because you need me, and I need money." Shen Ming's answer ended this tense game. The human portrait number 1314 on the canvas in front of the black dragon was also completed.
"I don't understand art, but you paint very well." Shen Ming put on his clothes and walked behind the black dragon. For the first time, he felt that he was still a bit handsome. The eyes of the man on the canvas were as sharp as a knife, and the lines of his muscles and The scars echo each other, and the brushwork done in one go can be called a master.
"If you like it, I will give it to you. If I die, this painting will be very valuable, and I will treat it as a reward for your honesty." Heilong washed the brush with clean water, and then woke up 2, and she was going to take a bath again …
Heilong has to take a pure milk bath twice a day. It is estimated that her family owned a ranch in the past, so they have the strength to spoil her like this.
Simple, eat some breakfast, the Black Dragon team is about to start again, today is the regular meeting of the leaders of the 7 major gangs, once a month, must attend, this system was first proposed by the Black Dragon 3 years ago, in order to facilitate everyone's communication Communication, if there is a conflict, put it on the table and make it clear to avoid violent violence.
In the past, the location of the regular meeting was often changed, but in recent months the location was all in Vegas, and it was all caused by the missing black gold.
"Put this on." After getting into the nanny's car, Shen Ming handed each of Xiao Yi and Hei Long a body armor.
Xiao Yi put on the suit obediently, but Heilong pushed it aside, "Thank you, if I need to wear this, I don't need to pay you."
"2, wear another one." Shen Ming said and handed the other one to Xiao Yi.
"Wear two pieces? Are you out of your mind? It hurts your chest." Xiao Yi frowned. Obviously, bulletproof vests don't consider women's comfort, especially for a girl with a 32C figure like Xiao Yi. .
"Let's wear it. If we are in danger to block bullets for our employer, 2 pieces of thickness should be able to withstand 7.62mm bullets." Shen Ming's sentence "should" made Xiao Yi's face darken, and he dared to love himself as a bodyguard assistant. "Human flesh bulletproof vest".
A convoy of 5 cars drove out from the headquarters of the Bamboo Curtain Club. Vegas in the morning is far less lively than at night. The scorching sun and dry air are killers of passers-by. In Vegas, more than 70% of the People are nocturnal animals, and the remaining 30% are mostly local ordinary shopping residents.
Not far from the city center, there is a "Little Hualien Shopping Street", which is abbreviated as a "Little Chinese Street" by Taiwanese businessmen who moved here. It mainly sells fruits and vegetables, and some simple daily necessities. Of course, this is also the tradition of the Bamboo Curtain Club. territory.
After getting in the car, Heilong was also very busy, using his IPAD to check all kinds of e-mails sent by his subordinates. Heilong's request to his subordinates was that everything should be reported in detail. If there is no need for Heilong to take care of it, she will read the instructions, and if necessary, she will handle it herself.
"By the way, go to Xiaohualien Shopping Street." Heilong told the driver.
"At this point in time, there are too many people in the shopping street." Shen Ming reminded.
"There are major matters related to the survival of the gang that need to be dealt with, even death." Hei Long was more stubborn than Shen Ming.
Reluctantly, the convoy changed direction and drove directly to the entrance of Xiaohualien Shopping Street. Heilong insisted that everyone else stay in the car. Those vicious attendants would scare others. Only 1 and 2 accompanied her to the incident. Place.
The major event that Heilongkou said was about the survival of the gang turned out to be a quarrel between the bosses of two businesses #406 and #407, which attracted many shoppers to watch inhumanely.
The old Pao who was in charge of managing this street brought his two little brothers here to persuade them to fight, but both of them had paid protection fees, and they both thought that the person who came was there to help them, so they quarreled even harder. The uncle is blushing with a kitchen knife in his hand and has a thick neck, and the seventh grandma of 407 is not showing weakness, carrying a watermelon knife on her shoulder like the thirteenth sister of Hong Xing.
"Do you want to take care of this too?" Xiao Yi, who was pushing the wheelchair, frowned.
"Of course." Black Dragon smiled.