"Boss Qin."
Qin Chuan stood under the eaves and turned around, calling him a bodyguard, and motioned to the room: "Our boss is awake, and I'm calling you in."
This is a semi-enclosed mountain village at the junction of H Province and Jinhai City, with inconvenient transportation and backed by deep mountains. Shark studied the aerial map when he took people across the border for the first time, and then let people set up a manpower base here. I didn't expect it to become a safe haven for supplying materials and weapons and hiding in the sky on the way to escape. His eyes are indeed poisonous.
Qin Chuan responded casually, took a few steps back, and suddenly caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, and his footsteps stopped.
Several off-road vehicles were parked in the open space at the entrance of the village, and drug dealers and horses were gathering in twos and threes. Farther on the edge of the cliff, a figure with a black assault jacket on his shoulders sat on the cliff rock, quietly facing the bleak valley in winter.
It is Wu Yu.
He is like a black basalt stone statue hidden in the secret place of the mountain, independent and cold and out of place. A young man took the freshly cooked rice and handed it to him, but saw that he didn't even turn his face, just shook his head, and the young man left angrily.
"He's still on a hunger strike?" Qin Chuan turned his head and asked in a low voice.
The bodyguard was a little embarrassed: "No, yesterday he boiled two boiled eggs and drank some raw water. At least I haven't seen him eat anything else."
Qin Chuan narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
Restricting all external drinking water, sitting still and concentrating to minimize physical exertion, this is a manifestation of extreme vigilance.
As expected of an agent-like physical quality... Or, as expected, an agent-like professionalism who spared no expense in order to achieve the goal, even the hard-won tricks.
Qin Chuan raised his eyebrows subtly, but didn't say anything before the shark's hand, turned and walked into the brick house.
Shark leaned on the kang and was listening to a confidant's report in a low voice. When Qin Chuan came in, he raised his hand to stop his subordinate, and said with a slight smile, "Boss Qin."
Qin Chuan recognized it with a glance from the corner of his eyes. The confidant was a Chinese-Russian mixed-race named Ken. This man used to be a professional killer. He had no obvious signs of mixed-race on the outside. It is very authentic. It is said that he has been loyal to the Mariana Trench for several years in North America, and it should be the cronies of the cronies.
In the blink of an eye, Qin Chuan retracted his gaze, and naturally pulled himself a creaky wooden chair and sat down: "Mr. Phillip looks much better already?"
In this low and dilapidated country brick house, the shark actually felt a sense of relaxation and comfort, like a wild beast in the jungle that had recovered, leaning against the kang table casually: "Yes, I have heard my subordinates say everything that night. What happened before and after is thanks to Boss Qin's proper command."
He didn't mention the sixteen boxes of blue gold that had been overturned in an "accidental" car accident right away, and he didn't even ask Wan Changwen why he was left behind before he got into the car.
Qin Chuan's heart sank slightly, but on the surface there was nothing different: "It should be the case of Lu Zhongren, the cannibal." After a pause, he breathed out regretfully: "But unfortunately, Boss Wan inhaled too much poison gas and injected a lot of naloxone, but he didn't relieve himself. I switched hands with the painter and did CPR for him for several minutes, and finally he had respiratory failure..."
"Really," Shark said flatly, "that's really unfortunate, and I really feel sorry for him."
The room was silent for a moment, only listening to the north wind whistling in the mountains and forests outside the window, and the sound of the pines suddenly became particularly clear and harsh.
Qin Chuan's eyes behind the lens are sincere and sad, but the muscles on his shoulders and back are slightly tense, and no one can see that his thumb nails are deeply digging into the pulp of his fingers. Every second of the suffocating silence was terribly long. After an unknown amount of time, the shark finally said slowly, "I only have one question..."
coming!
Qin Chuan said "Oh" naturally: "What?"
When the shark raised his eyelids, his azure pupils stared into his eyes. For a few seconds, Qin Chuan thought that what he should ask next should be: "Why did the car carrying two hundred million blue gold overturn?" "What did I encounter while driving?" Not coming back?" — but to his surprise none of that happened. The drug lord just stared at him like this, frowning as if very puzzled:
"Why didn't you take the opportunity to get rid of the surname Bu for me?"
"… "
Is it just this
Qin Chuan sat there and stared at the shark, and all of a sudden, a lot of guesses went through his mind, both good and bad, but he didn't show the slightest on his face. His instinct immediately made him adjust the most suitable, smooth and natural expression— That's a wry smile:
"Yes, I want to send him on the road with a gun, but the painter is doing CPR for Boss Wan. If he sees me killing Bu, he gets emotional and accidentally breaks Boss Wan with a snap. What about two rows of ribs?"
"Besides, Mr. Phillip and I are here to make money, not to court death." Qin Chuan paused, and his helpless expression showed a bit of a broken pot: "Even if the painter didn't care about it at the time, he would think of his old lover one day later. I got excited again and snapped my neck... Mr. Phillip, are you promising to avenge me or what?"
The shark stared at Qin Chuan's pupils quietly, and saw a smile slowly appear on the face of the drug lord. After two or three seconds, it suddenly turned into a loud laugh.
"—As expected of Boss Qin!"
Qin Chuan's heart was relieved, he breathed out inaudibly in his laughter, and shook his head with a self-deprecating laugh.
"Every back path has been thought of for myself, never put myself in a dead end, yes, yes." Shark smiled and got off the kang, patted Qin Chuan's back with a coat, and said with a smile: "It is important to know the current affairs. One of my favorite things about you, please keep it, you know?"
At that moment, Qin Chuan's smile froze at the corner of his mouth.
The shark leaned down, and this posture made his vulture's sharp blue eyes stare at Qin Chuan's eyes at close range, but every word was actually very casual and relaxed:
"Be aware of current affairs and never put yourself in a dead end, understand?"
The smiles of the two of them did not disappear, but the air seemed to be still for a few seconds. Qin Chuan nodded and said sincerely, "I understand."
"Boss!" At this time, the bodyguard who had just passed the word to Qin Chuan hurried into the house from outside and whispered in English, "The painter heard that you are awake and wants to find you!"
Shark seemed to finally feel a trace of real happiness: "Ah, just right, I want to see him too!" As he spoke, he patted Qin Chuan's shoulder as if to encourage him, winked at his confidant Ken, and looked out leisurely. go.
Qin Chuan was sitting on the old wooden chair, with countless thoughts running around in his mind, and it seemed that he had nothing to think about. I don't know how long it took, he finally let out a sigh of relief as if he had collapsed. Only then did he feel that his back was soaked with cold sweat, and he turned his head towards the outside of the house.
—Shark had passed through the open space at the head of the village where the off-road vehicle was parked, with a bowl of food in his hand, he walked straight to the edge of the cliff in the distance, stood behind Wu Yu and said warmly:
"Painter."
Wu Yu stood in front of the gray and white valley with his hands in his trouser pockets. Shark motioned for his subordinates to take two steps away, lowered his head and thought for a moment, before whispering: "I have heard everything about that night, and it was you who arrived in time to grab me from the police officer Bu and get the antidote. Thank you, painter, for saving my life."
Even if Shark's own mother came over now, he would probably be shocked into disbelief, because the drug lord had never shown such sincere, gentle and sincere feelings in his life.
"I don't know how to thank you, and maybe you don't need to either. But I'll keep my promise no matter what, and in a few days we'll cross the border back to North America, and you'll be sent to my little island in Europe, and you'll be peaceful from now on. Enjoy the rest of your life in abundance."
Wu Yu was unresponsive or even indifferent, but the shark paused slightly when he said this, looked at his indifferent profile and asked softly:
"—but before that, I have one last thing to do, which could be very dangerous and might be blocked by the Chinese police."
"Can you help me, painter?"
In the open space not far away, Qin Chuan's pupils suddenly expanded, and a chill suddenly hit his throat from the bottom of his heart—
It was impossible to see from Wu Yu's point of view. After the shark asked this sentence, the hand that was facing away from him secretly reached into his lower back, and he took out the gun at the same time as Ken, the bodyguard behind him!
This is not a request or multiple choice question, this is another fatal test!
Answering "yes" or "no" may seem simple, but there are countless reactions and possibilities between these two diametrically opposed answers. There is only one standard answer that is correct in the shark's heart, but this standard answer is extremely subtle and complicated. As long as Wu Yu has any word or even the slightest reaction that does not match, the front is the cliff and the gun is behind, and the painter can't escape the god of death with three heads and six arms. Clutch.
Now how to do? !
Qin Chuan's heart was beating wildly, and he took two steps forward as if unintentionally. At this time, Wu Yu finally responded, turned his head and asked:
"—Is this for me?"
"Yeah." Shark handed the food in his hand, still very gentle and earnest: "I heard that you haven't eaten well for three days, you have to add some heat—"
bang!
Before he could finish speaking, Wu Yu took the lunch box and threw it with his hand. The iron box threw an arc in mid-air, hit and rolled on the mountain rock, and disappeared into the mountain stream!
"I don't believe you anymore, Mr. Phillip. I've been waiting for you to wake up these three days just to say goodbye."
Wu Yu turned to the shark under the shocked gazes of everyone around him, and said lightly: "Even though the Southeast Asian mercenaries are dangerous, they are obviously more credible than your lies. From now on, we will return to the bridge and return to the road. Let's say goodbye to each other."
Wu Yu turned around. Ken, the bodyguard, was so shocked that he even forgot to put away his gun. Even Qin Chuan took two steps back in disbelief, watching him walk along the cliff into the distance.
"Wait!" Shark woke up like a dream and grabbed his wrist, "If you mean the police officer, of course I have a reason to kill him..."
"How long are you going to lie to me?" Wu Yu's tone was more stable and sarcastic: "As soon as you hang up the phone at the dock warehouse, you will immediately kill Bu Chonghua, and he was a police officer at that time. It hasn't been exposed yet, what did you say when you tempted me with a private island in Mao County?"
Shark was speechless.
"Whether I still like it or want to kill Bu Chonghua, that's my business, you can't deceive me with what you have promised, doing this is the same as using my spy to catch Arthur Hodgson ten years ago. It doesn't make any difference." Wu Yu grabbed the shark's hand and tried to break free from his wrist, and said coldly through the gap between his teeth: "I'm sorry, Mr. Phillip, I even doubt whether the island in your mouth actually exists, after all, you are in my eyes. I've already been in the same boat as those scumbags."
He pulled out his hand, turned around and strode forward, and the shark stepped forward and grabbed him again, and blurted out: "Wait!"
No one has ever dared to speak to a shark like this, and the last drug dealer who dared to shout in person has long been smashed into a bloody scum. But the few confidants around didn't dare to do it. Even Shark's head was pounding, and he couldn't believe that he had actually measured the only one that perfectly met his expectations—no, this was simply beyond his expectations, and he even let him An unanswerable answer!
The painter did not try to save him at such a critical moment because he did not want to cooperate with the police to capture him alive; he also did not want to inquire about his next move, so as to inform the police. The painter simply smashed the stall and didn't want to do it!
"... I'm sorry," Shark's chest kept heaving, and he managed to calm down after a while: "I didn't mean to lie to you, it was true that the situation was very complicated at the time."
The cold wind from the mountain stream was cutting his face like a sharp knife, but the shark jumped suddenly in the temple with fire. After a long while, there was nothing to do, and he exhaled forcefully: "I assure you that the island is real, and I have no intention of taking advantage of you... Thank you for saving my life, painter. There are not many people in this world who would be willing to save my life, and I really hope you stay."
- Enough, even if you try to play hard, then it's time to get off the hill!
The silent stalemate was extraordinarily long, and no one around dared to speak or even move. After an unknown time, Wu Yu finally turned his head slowly, and the shark's heart jumped suddenly.
He saw Wu Yu's dark eyes full of suppressed anger, so real that he could touch it, but every word was cold and clear, smashing his heart to the bottom of the valley:
"Dream. Let go!"