Hearing the shout, I paused, then turned my head and wiped my blackened face and said to the visitor: "Do you still need me to go in, I am really strong." ”

It was one of the target's men who came. He immediately said, "No, no, no, this is already very appreciated, I came here mainly to ask if you have seen our boss." Besides, are you really okay? ”

I shook my head and said with a serious face: "It's just this old lady, others haven't seen it, I'm afraid it's hard to say such a big fire." I'm nothing, you guys hurry up and put out the fire, I'll go back and wash. The man answered and ran towards the fire, and I turned and staggered away.

When I got home in this broken car, it was half past two in the morning. I leaned on the side of the car and smoked a cigarette with a burnt smell, and my bare skin began to ache a little, and I touched my burnt eyebrows and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The night here is quiet, the street lamps that have fallen into disrepair tremble, and the dim light is surrounded by flying insects that love light. A long time ago, people were talking about moths fighting fires, and it was a kind of decision to run to death, but maybe I just wanted that kind of momentary brilliance, a bullet hit, or a life withering, and the lightning and flint could be seen immediately.

I put out the cigarette butt in the dark, the night is still long, don't waste it. I staggered upstairs, I took off my shirt and turned on the showerhead, the warm water fell on my body and I frowned in pain, the burning heat from my body, and the heat from the bathroom made me feel suffocated, I sat down against the wall, and suddenly fell asleep with some exhaustion. I dreamed again of that rainy night, everything was blurry, and then there was a bloody glow.

When I was woken up by the cold water, I got up and turned off the water, I shook my heavy head and dried my body. I glanced in the mirror, there were a few blackening on my face that I was afraid that I couldn't wash it off, my eyebrows were sacrificed, my hair was curly and stuck to my scalp, I smiled bitterly, hello black man.

Out of the bathroom, I took out my mobile phone from my burnt jacket, and the balance was credited, Brother Monkey's congratulatory text message, Mousse's reminder text message, and typhoon warning. Typhoon, coming.

I changed my clothes, called Mousse for the money, and called Brother Monkey to make an appointment to meet at that bar. After a brief tidying up, I opened the door, and sure enough, the package was lying by the door, and the black eye was looking at me, I threw the package back into the house, and turned to go out.

The weather was very gloomy, and I came to the bar with the eyes of the street all the way. Brother Monkey was already waiting for me there, and when he saw me, he almost laughed, and immediately took it back, with a very strange expression, and I ignored him and turned around to ask for a drink. Then he said, "I'm very happy, I have the opportunity to drink the wine you invited,"

"I'm glad to see you like this again." Damn, it's that look like laughing again.

"Recently, I heard that there is a popular surgery to remove the laughing nerve, and Rose has mentioned it, but I haven't found anyone to practice yet, so why don't you try it." I took a sip of wine, leaned back in my chair and said to him.

Brother Monkey coughed twice in embarrassment: "Ahem, let's change the topic, you shouldn't have seen the newspaper this morning." The eldest died, and the second came to power, and naturally took over the industry. He put this morning's newspaper on the table. The title is very eye-catching: "The black boss was tragically killed by a fire, and the undercurrent at home was surging, and the second boss came forward to reconcile all forces and restore social stability"

"The client is the second-in-command?"

"It should be, he is the one who benefits the most."

I shook my head, noncommittal, and then told me a little bit about what had happened last night.

"What's wrong with that?" Brother Monkey asked after listening to me.

"I think it's too easy, and people like him shouldn't drink like that. Actually, I don't think it's my luck. ”

"How much do I know about him, do I want to hear it?"

"Anyway, if it's raining, let's talk about it." I looked out the window and lit a cigarette.

"What kind of person do you think would make a mob boss?" Brother Monkey asked me suddenly

Ruthless, scheming, and ...... There were a lot of words that flashed through my head, but they could all be cultivated, and then I said, "I guess I've seen people who are desperate." ”

"Or are you knowledgeable, do you know that there was a community in the early years in the urban-rural junction?"

"I've heard that the newspaper said that it wasn't surrounded and suppressed by the police."

"Yes, the target Brother Long's home was there when he was a child, and because of the appearance of that community, the second-rate people who wandered there all day seemed to have found a home. Advocating violence and believing in unearned gains, they soon became a scourge there, and this trend was like a virus, which soon engulfed the region, and then became a terminal disease that could not be cured.

Good people are infected and violated, and vicious people become more and more arrogant, and you may not understand the dire situation and the violent madness of that time. At that time, he was only fourteen or fifteen years old, his father's surname was Mu, and his parents were honest people. Because the life of the hard-working family is a little better than that of the neighbors in the neighborhood.

He is a very smart child, his parents love him very much, he named him Mu Long, and he also hopes that his son will become a dragon, although the family is not rich, but they still insist on sending him to study.

It seems that the saddest twists of the story will use the word "good times don't last long", yes, good times don't last long. His neighbors said that he was a thief, and he was used to stealing chickens and dogs on weekdays, and people didn't care much about simplicity before, and besides, everyone was poor and had nothing to steal.

However, the existence of the community has made many people think that they can dominate everything. When the thief was stealing, he was discovered by the leader of a club, beaten half to death and crawled back home. When Brother Long's father, Lao Mu, learned about it, he went next door to visit the poor neighbor thief of his family, and slaughtered a chicken and sent it to the thief to recuperate from his injuries.

The thief was an orphan, and the hardship and humiliation had made him psychologically distorted. He resented, resented the rich man who was high above, resented the wicked man who beat him half to death, and resented the good man who gave him chicken to eat. The thief resented the laughter that came from the house next door every evening, and pretended to be kind to see him.

So he had an idea in his heart, if he can't get it, then it's better to destroy it......" Brother Monkey paused at this point, took a sip of water, lit a cigarette for himself, looked up at me, I lit a cigarette without speaking, and motioned for him to continue.