Chapter 17: The Killer's Season
I opened the envelope, and there were five targets for tonight, at all price points, in all kinds of goods. Brother Monkey has already planned the route, and we are rushing to our destination. The rain outside the window was very heavy, and with a strong wind of nearly ten degrees, the wipers had long since lost their effectiveness. Fortunately, in such weather, there are not many cars on the road.
"I like this weather the most, which makes me feel like I'm not taking your money for nothing." Brother Monkey said to me loudly.
"There shouldn't be many drivers as expensive as you who can afford to hire them." I looked out the window.
Brother Monkey replied disapprerovingly: "Isn't this stained with your light, I have to get a photo of you and put it at home when I go back, it is more useful than the God of Wealth." ”
"Well, I can't afford it, so you better worship yourself." As he spoke, the car had already arrived at the first target's residence. I glanced at a woman who was targeted, a cabaret lady. I heard Brother Monkey say that it was because she once laughed at the client in public, which embarrassed the client, so the client thought she deserved to die.
So the client took out all his savings of 50,000 yuan and asked me to send her to God. I'm glad to oblige, laughing at the client's words for the sake of the goal. The woman said, "A poor devil like you is not even worthy of a chicken." "She probably didn't expect her life to be worth much.
I asked her to come downstairs and easily broke her neck without even a single bullet. Dropped her in the compartment of the van and crossed out her name on a piece of paper when she got on the bus. I didn't care much about it, I just laughed at the poor and not at the prostitute. However, Brother Monkey felt very relieved, and kept praising me for how standard my posture was just now. I didn't bother to pay attention to him and waved him next.
The second target was a builder, because of cutting corners, the relocated residents found that the load-bearing wall was cracked as soon as they moved in, because there were some connections on the top of the tenants to complain to no avail. The leader of the complaint was also sent to the hospital, so the residents of the entire building jointly donated 200,000 yuan to buy his head.
This makes people very happy, both making money and the pleasure of eliminating harm for the people. So I very formally sent a bullet into his greasy head in his villa. By the way, I turned on all the faucets in the house and washed them properly. Hopefully, the police will find any hints of my presence on the blistered floor.
The car continued to start, Brother Monkey turned on the heater, I waved my hand and told him to make it a little smaller, it may have left sequelae in the fire, and the hot wind was still a little uncomfortable.
Brother Monkey started chattering again: "You are really desperate, and I didn't take you to the hospital for a check-up, and his subordinates are really unreliable, so they treat the heroes who are righteous and brave." ”
I leaned back in my chair and smoked a cigarette and asked him, "Brother Monkey, I heard that you have a child, when was the last time you told me?" ”
"Three months ago, now the child is more than three months old, and I told you when I was born, I didn't expect you to be weird."
"No, no, no, I just want to remind you, why don't you go home and feed the baby first, it's very annoying to talk here."
Brother Monkey was speechless. With a foot on the brakes, the third target's home arrived. said that she was a sixty-year-old old lady who lived alone, and under the banner of looking for her husband, she went around deceiving those old men who had a little money in their hands.
The settlor is the child of one of the old men. It may be that the old man was too deeply emotionally involved, and after being deceived again, he died because of excessive sadness. Now the old man's children are gone, and the retired old cadres who can add more than 10,000 yuan to the family a month are just leaving, and it is difficult to accept anyone else, although the lawsuit was won and more than 100,000 yuan was recovered, but they still felt unhappy, so they spent money to buy the murderer, and the blood debt was repaid, 100,000 yuan.
Then the corpse worth 100,000 yuan was lying in the cargo box like this, of course, an old lady is not worth so much, but there are only conditions attached. The client asked us to return the body to them. They want to bury the two old men together, and finally do a little filial piety, which is really amazing.
After the three goals were accomplished, it was almost twelve o'clock, and we decided to go to the restaurant of the fourth goal for supper. This is a dog meat restaurant, and the owner often performs his dog-killing stunts at the door of the restaurant, which is very tragic. Soon some people can't stand it, as a good friend of human beings, the dog has a very good mass base, so this is also a joint order, one life plus the additional condition of letting him die in the dog cage, 400,000.
There are still a lot of rich people. Brother Monkey and I ordered a bowl of hot noodle soup, and the taste was really not very good, and it is no wonder that this craft has to rely on dog meat. The weather is too bad today, and there are no people, and the boss is busy inside and out.
There was also a big brother at the next table, wearing an army green raincoat with a scruffy face, and asked for a hot noodle soup like us, and he started eating it without even taking off his hat. Brother Monkey and I ate quickly, after all, the list behind us was tight.
I went to the counter to pay, and while the boss came into the back kitchen to look for us money, I lit a cigarette and followed, and soon I stuffed the body into a fairly spacious dog cage.
When I came out of the back kitchen, it happened that the eldest brother was about to call the boss to settle the bill. I waved my hand at him: "I'll invite you this time, count you for picking up a small bargain." Do you want to get a ride when you go out later? ”
The man took off the hat of his raincoat and scratched his head, then grinned and said, "No need, I don't have to go too far." I nodded and waved to Brother Monkey to let him go. As I walked, I said to Brother Monkey, "There are really a lot of hard-working people. ”
"It seems that everyone's business is doing well today." Brother Monkey continued, "The noodles are really unpalatable, otherwise it's really hard to find peers." ”
I nodded, in such a ghost weather, how could a normal person make a special trip to eat such a difficult bowl of noodles in a hurry.
The car started again, and there was already a lot of water in my rain boots, which was uncomfortably tight. The last order was also a 100,000 order, not difficult, a little gangster, who was sleeping when I entered his room.
He was still alert and suddenly woke up, hiding a knife under his pillow like a wicked man on TV. He was standing in front of the window and gesturing to me. Unfortunately, I didn't have much patience to play with him today. So I used his knife to kill himself.
After a brief cleanup, I sat in Monkey's car ten minutes later. He went to the seawall and threw the body of the cabaret lady into the sea, and then put the old lady's body at the place agreed with the old man's family as requested. Of course, these complicated things are all done by Brother Monkey.
The rain outside the window was still very urgent, and the wind almost blew the monkey brother who got out of the car and threw his body into the sea. I watched Brother Monkey move the chains on the embankment back little by little in the car, and I wanted to laugh for no reason.
Survival and destruction are extraordinarily small against the backdrop of a typhoon, and the people who brave the rain are tireless. Some people stay up all night, or they can't sleep because they are excited or restless. In the same environment, different experiences emerge.
Brother Monkey played music on the way back, and there was a song that had a unique charm in the stereo of the truck:
On a warm afternoon
I sat at the end of the bus
Slightly long hair covers the forehead
Hold flowers to meet you
You have beautiful eyes
And a pair of beautiful hands
It's a pity that I'm waiting
It's not about being white-headed with you
It's a pity that I'm waiting
It's not to stay with you
So after the gunshots rang out
I dare not look into your eyes
You let go of the hand holding the flower
I blended in with the crowds
So after the gunshots rang out
I will no longer tremble
You withdraw your outstretched hand
I died on a busy street corner
"It's a tragedy." Brother Monkey took a drag on his cigarette.
"It's always miserable in hindsight." I replied.
"When are you going to stop?" He continued.
"I haven't thought about it yet, why did you stop?" I was half-lying in the passenger seat and asked him nonchalantly. I felt him shiver, then quickly returned to normal, and said, "I'm not as gifted as you, so I'm not a good fit for that job." ”
"I still came across something more meaningful that made you feel that it wasn't worth it for the sake of this business."
"yes, it's more energetic than I can go and see my son." Brother Monkey looked proud.
I nodded, listened to the wind and rain outside the window, closed my eyes, and seemed to return to that rainy night many years ago.