"Boom..."
Jiang Minghao walked to the front of the car and tapped on the glass. The driver's window immediately lowered slowly, revealing a middle-aged man in his forties. Jiang Minghao smiled at him, revealing a white mouth. With his teeth and sincere sincerity and admiration on his face, what Jiang Minghao admires most is these successful people who rely on his own hands to work hard, and only listen to him asking in fluent Yingguo language:
"Hello, sir, can you take me into the city?"
"Are you from Long Country?"
At this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly asked in a fluent Longguo language. Hearing this familiar mother tongue, Jiang Minghao was taken aback for a moment, but then he felt a sense of intimacy in his heart. He looked at the Asian man in front of him. The person who looked like also replied in the language of the Dragon Kingdom:
"Well, yes, you are also from Long Country?"
"Hmm, haha, it's been a long time since I saw my fellow villager, come here, get in the car, and I will take you into the city." The middle-aged man's face was immediately filled with excitement, as if he had seen a loved one he hadn't seen for a long time, and he leaned over. , Help personally open the co-pilot's door and let Jiang Minghao get in the car.
"Hey, good, thank you, uncle!"
Jiang Minghao said a few words of courtesy and got into the car. The middle-aged man kicked the accelerator and the car went away. Although the car was fast, he drove very steadily, and he walked as he did, indicating that this middle-aged man is also a man. People who pursue stability, especially this car stereo, turned out to be the traditional Peking opera of the Dragon Kingdom, which made Jiang Minghao more sure that this middle-aged uncle is a patriot.
"Little brother, are you also doing business in Goose Country?"
While driving the car, the middle-aged man hummed the emphasis of Peking opera softly, and asked intentionally or unconsciously. Jiang Minghao glanced at the middle-aged man secretly. There was nothing on his face except the excitement of seeing the fellow. Other superfluous expressions, so I told him frankly:
"No, I came here to find friends."
"Oh?" Jiang Minghao's answer made the middle-aged man interested. He continued to ask: "Does your friend live in the villa area?"
"um, yes."
Jiang Minghao nodded gently, but after hearing this, the middle-aged man showed a hint of surprise on his face, because the people in the villa area are either rich or expensive. The deeper the house, the higher the worth. Since This young man is a guest, how could he leave him alone, and still without transportation, so he tentatively asked:
"What about your friend? Why did you let you out alone?"
"My friend is not at home, so I will leave first and come again next time!"
Jiang Minghao was so perfunctory, but his mere light immediately caught a glimpse of caution on the middle-aged man's face. The original villager's excitement to see the villager had long since disappeared, and he tentatively said again:
"Oh, so, which building does your friend live in? I will tell them when I drop by. If you come back tomorrow, I will say hello to them and let them wait at home so that you won't run away again. "
Although Jiang Minghao is also from Long Country, the first impression of this middle-aged man is very good, but he still knows the saying that he must be defensive when he goes out, especially the Armani suit on Jiang Minghao, at least four hundred thousand. Dragon coins, but they don't even have a means of transportation when they go out.
And as a man, especially a successful man, suits, belts, watches and wallets are essential things, but Jiang Minghao has nothing except a suit. Imagine a man wearing a suit of 400,000, how could he not have a watch? How can it be equipped with a local stall belt that costs more than ten yuan? The only possibility is that Jiang Minghao's suit was stolen. He is a thief.
Therefore, as long as Jiang Minghao said that the number of the villa area is wrong, then the middle-aged man can be sure that Jiang Minghao is a thief, and he will find a way to send this young man to the police station.
"Oh, eight hundred and eighty-eight!"
"squeak·······"
Just when the middle-aged man heard the eight hundred and eighty-eighth, he couldn't help but brake and stop the car directly. His eyes were instantly filled with fear, and even sweat appeared on his forehead. He trembled. 'S voice asked:
"You···············Do you know········Know the owner of that villa························
Jiang Minghao's eyes were staring at him, and the see-through eyes had scanned him all over, and found that the middle-aged man's right back waist was stuck with a pistol, but Jiang Minghao could see that he didn't want to pull it out. Gun, because his right hand is still holding the steering wheel tightly, as if he has not recovered from his fear.
"Well, yes, I know." Jiang Minghao's voice was very soft, as light as dust in the air, but the middle-aged man sitting in the cab trembled. He nervously grasped Jiang. Ming Hao's hand, anxiously persuaded:
"Little brother, listen to what Uncle said, no matter who asks you in the future, don't say that you know the owner of that villa if you are killed, and then pack your things and go quickly. Don't come back as long as you go."
Jiang Minghao grabbed the middle-aged man’s hand and felt that his palms were full of sweat, as if he had received a great shock. He didn’t even dare to report the numbers of eight hundred and eighty-eight. How big is the shadow of this fear.
However, his reaction made Jiang Minghao feel that this sense of fear did not come from death, but a threat. It might have something to do with the later handling of the body of the Yang family’s villa, so he held the middle-aged man’s in one hand. Hand, patted his shoulder with one hand, and comforted:
"Uncle, don't be afraid, what happened?"
"Hey, little brother, the day before yesterday, just the day before yesterday, there was a gun battle in that villa, and more than 20 people died. I heard that most of them are from our Long Country."
Jiang Minghao naturally knew what the middle-aged man said, but he still pretended to be surprised and asked: "Really or fake, how come so many Longguo people suddenly appear? And all of them are dead, then I What about friends? How are they?"
"I don't know about this!" The middle-aged man slowly pulled his hand back, gently rubbed his temples and said:
"Anyway, early the next morning, a group of Goose people came and removed all the corpses in the villa, and also refurbished the villa, as if nothing had happened."
"Then why didn't you call the police?"
"Call the police?" The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at Jiang Minghao, as if he was looking at a childish child, just listening to him continue: "Don't we know that we should call the police? But the call is not possible in the villa area. Going out, the signal seemed to be completely blocked. By the next morning, a dozen or so men from Goose Country were knocking on the door from door to door with guns."
"Goose country man? Knock on the door? Still holding a gun? Is there still a king?" Jiang Minghao said indignantly, but the middle-aged man just sneered:
"Haha? Wang Fa? Perhaps only in the Long Kingdom is there the word Wang Fa?" He said these words with a trace of homesickness on his face, but he continued:
"They stuffed each of us with one hundred thousand goose coins and told us to shut up with the money, otherwise, their black cloud party would kill us all without mercy."
As the middle-aged man said, the right hand holding the steering wheel trembling unconsciously, his voice seemed to tremble and deepen because of fear:
"That's the Black Cloud Party, the leading gang in Goose Nation. Even if they don't give money, we dare not say anything to outsiders. These Black Cloud Party guys are simply inhuman beasts. Who would be so stupid? To make fun of your life for strangers?"
Jiang Minghao finally knew why the Goose National Army and police, who was waiting so hard, did not come. It turned out that the signal was blocked. As for Heber, no one called the police. It seems that the Black Cloud Party deliberately suppressed everything. , In other words, he can be very sure now that the members of the Black Cloud Party are doing things for Zhao Ritian, otherwise, why do they need to wipe the ass of the assassins and gangsters sent by Zhao Ritian
Seeing the frightened middle-aged man in front of him, Jiang Minghao did not speak or blame, because survival is a human instinct. No one can judge or criticize anyone from the commanding heights of morality, and even makes him feel at ease. Abandon one's own life, to maintain the so-called shit morality, people, only alive is the most important, only alive can have hope, and soldiers, only alive can have the capital to fight back.
"Uncle, this matter, you just do what they say. When it hasn't happened, it will be rotten in your stomach forever." Jiang Minghao suddenly comforted: "There are some things that ordinary people like us can afford. It’s good to live a good life, to be peaceful and happy."
"·······" The middle-aged man did not speak any more. He nodded seriously, as if Jiang Minghao's approval gave him incomparable comfort and reason to forgive himself. He continued to start the car and slowly moved towards The city drove, but this time, he drove very slowly, as if his heart was full of thoughts.
Jiang Minghao looked at him, knowing that he should get off the car, and let him be quiet, so he suddenly shouted at the fork in the city: "Uncle, you just put me at the fork."
"okay!"
The middle-aged man replied softly and the car stopped on the side of the road. When Jiang Minghao got out of the car, the middle-aged man suddenly poked his head out and asked Jiang Minghao: "Little brother, where are you going? Why don't I give it to you!"
"No, no, uncle, go ahead and do it!"
The middle-aged man stared at Jiang Minghao’s smiling face and squirmed his lips slightly. It seemed that there was something he wanted to say but couldn’t say. Jiang Minghao looked at him in embarrassment and simply said for him:
"Uncle, do you want to say, why is my face so calm when I hear about Villa No. 888? The owner of that house is my friend, why can't I see a trace of sadness on my face? ?"