Is the world fair?

Definitely not.

Nina shook her head with a wry smile and looked at the night outside through the glass of the café.

The night is like a terrifying lion, and the flickering lights become the eyes of the lion, both evil and terrifying. No one likes a night like this.

is only sixteen years old, but his eyes are full of the vicissitudes of thirty years old.

In fact, in addition to the vicissitudes of her eyes, she can also be regarded as a beauty.

is not only beautiful, but also has a good figure, 36DX26X36 figure, it is absolutely unthinkable that she is only sixteen years old.

In addition to a good figure, the face is also first-class and beautiful, although there are thirty-year-old vicissitudes in his eyes, but the skin is definitely childlike.

And her voice is usually very immature, innocent, and durable.

She is also very hotly dressed.

A woman like this is usually also the most attractive to men.

However, Denzel only looked at her from afar. In his eyes, there is no primitive desire for a man's desire for a woman.

He could often see the girl here during this time of day.

2 o'clock in the second half of the night.

The woman who appears at this point, as you can usually imagine, is not a good woman.

But a man at this time, of course, will not be a good man.

Denzel wasn't a good man, but he didn't care much about this woman. He knew that the woman was a prostitute.

He didn't look down on her in the slightest, on the contrary, he even sympathized with her.

She used to be a person with dreams - she had a full figure, and she just wanted to wear amazing costumes, and she didn't want to be perverted or pinched, pinched, or burned with cigarette butts, leaving bruises or purple marks.

Her young and crisp voice is meant to sing tunes that will cheer all the audience, not to make those disgusting voices to satisfy these perverts when they ravage her.

Is the world fair? It's not fair.

She was only sixteen years old.

Like a delicate flower, when it was about to bloom beautiful in the hot sun, it was pinched by life, and ruthlessly trampled on it with its feet.

Flowers also have feelings, don't they?

The ringing of the phone interrupted the silence in the café at midnight.

Nina reluctantly answered the phone. She didn't want to speak, only "hummed" from her nostrils.

The coffee was cold, but it was too late to drink it.

Maybe she didn't come here for coffee.

After paying for the coffee, she lazily picked up her bag, pushed the door and walked out. She wanted to say hello to Denzel before leaving, but she didn't know if that was necessary.

Is there anyone in this world who would want to be friends with a prostitute?

The high heels make a "ding, ding" sound on the ground, and walk out into the boundless night.

Within a few steps of walking out the door, a silver car stopped in front of her with unmistakable accuracy. Judging by how shiny the car is, this expensive car is well maintained.

A man who measured more than three hundred pounds came out of the car, he looked Nina up and down greedily, such a level of beauty undoubtedly made his eyes shine, and the baby fat on her face made him even more excited.

He wished he had swallowed her on the spot into the fat belly that stretched out far away.

Compared to that fat man, Nina is simply a weak shallot, which can be chopped off at any time.

The car immediately roared away and disappeared into the night like a terrifying lion.

The neon lights in the night were like the eyes of a mad lion, staring coldly at Denzel.

Denzel glared back at it, too.

How long has it been since he had an expression in his eyes?

I don't remember! Maybe it's a year, maybe it's ten years, maybe it's a hundred years, right? After his wife left him, he didn't bother to remember his days.

All he knew was that the insomnia of the night was beating him like a demon.

He couldn't sleep, so he had to go to the café to sit and pass the time.

Habitually touched the place where the ring was worn on his hand, but the ring had long since been removed, and now there was nothing there.

He asked inwardly, "Hani, what do you want me to do?" ”

However, he didn't hear any answers, only the slow music of the café whispered softly to his ears.

Two days passed.

Nina didn't come to the café again.

It's unusual.

She's been sitting every day for a while.

Like a hound, Denzel sniffed out something unusual.

In a hospital emergency room, he sees Nina, who has been beaten to an inhuman shape—her companion tells him that she was "educated" by Viggin because she hit the fat man that day.

After the "education", Nina became like this.

The companion cried and told Denzel that the fat man liked to play with choking - he liked to choke people's necks.

But Vigin said that no matter what the guest likes, he can't refuse, he can't resist. This time it is a small punishment and a big precept, in order to set an example, and the next time you commit it, you will cut off your tongue.

I heard that the price given by the customer will be higher for the mute girl who has her tongue cut out.

This world is really unfair.

Nina and her companions, as well as some girls, were deceived from Russia, thinking that they could be big stars in the United States, but they didn't know that they would become tools for making money in the underworld, and they would even worry about their lives at any time.

Denzel was still sitting in the café with Vigin's business card given to him by his companion.

Looking at the dark night outside, he asked again, "Hani! What do you want me to do? ”

There was nothing in the night, only demonic eyes staring at his neon lights.

He's not a good guy.

He couldn't count even the number of people he had killed.

Because he believes that the world is not fair, someone has to do something.

However, he also lost the most important thing because of it.

He was once alive like the walking dead.

However, he has blood in his bones. Seeing the injustice of the world, the blood flowed.

He had to do something!

Denzel wasn't a good man, and he certainly had a way of finding out Wiggin's whereabouts.

Vigin is an underworld member who has never been accompanied by less than seven or eight strong bodyguards.

But Denzel had no fear in the slightest—he had dealt with people who were even more terrifying.

At eight o'clock on Saturday night, in a luxury suite on the eighth floor of the Sigol Hotel, Vigin and seven or eight of his bodyguards were imagining the future.

He, a Russian, came to the United States to work hard, and now that he has such a status, he is of course proud in his heart.

Usually, when a person is proud, it is easy to get carried away.

Vigin half reclined on his leather couch, smoking a fine Cuban cigar. In front of him, there was a giant mahogany office desk.

Seven or eight bodyguards sat or stood in this luxuriously decorated hall, waiting for him to give orders.

There was a knock on the door of the luxury suite.

Vigin looked at the bodyguards with some puzzlement - the food and drink here have already been gathered, and room service is not needed, who would bother at this time?

The bodyguard vigilantly opened the door.

An extremely ordinary middle-aged man walked in.

Middle-aged, he even has some gray hair.

A search was conducted, but no weapons were found.

Vigin and seven or eight bodyguards watched Denzel walk in. They were a little strange that such an ordinary middle-aged man walked into such a luxurious suite, but his face was not a little restrained, or frightened.

Vigin's seven or eight bodyguards were all people with scars on their faces.

Not only that, but they were very unkind-looking, very burly, and each of them had torn a wolf with one hand - and even, as they had hinted at, each of them had a gun in his hand.

Denzel walked in slowly.

The luxury Persian carpet of the luxury hotel absorbs all the footsteps. Even if he jumps on the spot a few times, it is estimated that there will be no sound on the next floor.

Denzel stepped forward slowly, and he said in his heart, "Hani! I will remember my promise and give them a chance before I am sure to kill them. ”

Walked over to the giant mahogany desk in front of Vigkin.

He pulled out Viggin's business card and shook it casually.

Vigin nodded with a smile - **** in this industry, he sends business cards to all men every day, and he hopes that all men are his customers, no matter tall, short, fat or thin.

Every cigar he smoked was paid for by the men.

However, the person in front of him made him not so comfortable, so he began to laugh: "Old man, can you still play? Hahahaha......"

Denzel put away his business card and said slowly, "I'm looking for Nina!" ”

"Who?"

"Nina!"

Vigin stared blankly at one of the bodyguards next to him.

The bodyguard reminded him: "Boss, he may be talking about Shalian." ”

Vigin immediately understood.

Salene is her original name, and Nina is her American name, or stage name.

Vigin suddenly smiled kindly, and this smile didn't even have the slightest element of embarrassment: "Oh, Nina! She's been sick these days, how many better ones can I recommend to you? ”

Denzel propped his hands on the mahogany desk.

To be honest, the setting of the table was a little uncomfortable for him - Virgos can't help but want to clean up when they see that the table is not tidy.

Just like this world, when he encounters unfairness, he wants to do it.

He really just got his hands dirty.

There were only two or three things on the table, ashtrays and wine glasses, copper toads, and so on. But he also put them neatly together one by one.

Then he looked into Viggen's eyes: "I want Nina!" ”

Wiggin's eyes narrowed.

When he was about to explode, the middle-aged man in front of him took out an envelope: "There is $8,690 in it, it is cash, it is not serialized, you accept it, don't let Nina take it in the future!" ”

Vigin laughed.

He originally thought that this middle-aged man was a ruthless character, but he didn't know that the other party took out the money without saying a word: "Hahaha...... The old man seems to be emotionally attached to Nina. We Nina are very skilled. But listen to me, don't learn what other people play in the morning and dusk, Nina is not something you can afford! It's better to change someone, it's all the same. Besides, at your age, can you still play? ”

"Hahahaha......" The rest laughed together.

There is no need to be wary of dealing with soft eggs.

"This is more than 8,000 dollars, Nina won't be able to earn it back for us in less than two weeks, silly old man!"

"More than 8,000 want Nina to stop taking jobs, the tone is too big!"

"Take this money and go back and play by yourself!"

They laughed a lot.

What a mess the world is!

Denzel looked at Vigin and said seriously, "You should take my money!" ”

He put the money back in his pocket, turned and walked towards the door of the luxurious room.

On the way back, he regretted that he had fulfilled his promise to give them a chance, and it was clear that they didn't take it to heart.

So, it's time to get your hands dirty.

An unfair world, no matter how it is placed, is still chaotic. Before turning around, he put the cups on Wiggin's table back in their place.

Mess up, mess up!

Somebody has to come out and do something.

Walking to the door, he twisted the gilded doorknob, and the door opened.

As if remembering something, he turned back to look at the men. Seven bodyguards, three on the left and four on the right, were still enjoying the fun they had just had.

Denzel's mind raced: the man closest to the door had a wine opener in front of him, which could be pierced through his jaw. The rest of the people will definitely react immediately, then they can take the gun that the second person pulls out and deal with the one on the left.

Then he stood behind the second person, because the person next to him had already taken aim at this time, and the second person could block the bullet for himself.

The man had a fruit knife in front of him, and he could stab him in the neck while he was still in the astonishment of killing his companions.

At this point, four of the seven have died, and the rest will change directions. But he jumped to the side again and dealt with the man next to Vigkin. The copper toad on the mahogany table can be used.

Wigin also had a gun in his hand, and with the cover of the mahogany table, it would not be a problem to solve him with his gun.

At this point, the last remaining person may want to run away from the door, which can be dealt with with Vigin's gun - provided that the door is locked so that he doesn't actually escape.

In the flash of light, he rehearsed what he was about to do, and then he literally closed the door and pushed the lock on the gilded doorknob.

Denzel had never doubted his actions, and he checked his watch, it was 8:12:00, and he estimated that it would take him thirty seconds to do it.

Vigin and his seven bodyguards saw that the middle-aged man who had been laughed at by himself turned back again.

Everyone sensed that something was unusual and quickly prepared to draw their weapons.

But Denzel is faster.

Everything was just as he had rehearsed, the room was filled with gunshots and the sound of all kinds of metal entering his throat, blood splattering, and figures flying.

The thick Persian carpet absorbs all sounds.

The luxurious decoration makes it impossible to hear what's going on inside, even if there is only one door outside.

In 28 seconds, it's all over.

Vigin was shot in the lungs and lay on the ground, bleeding a large pool. Now every time he tried to say something, a cloud of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"You...... Who is it? ......" was asked by a blood-soaked voice, and there was nothing but terror in Vigin's eyes.

One person, just kill his seven bodyguards! And right now!

"Don't talk!" Denzel crouched down, looking at the fading pupils. "You really should take my money, although that's not much!"

"You...... Finally...... Who is it? Vegin's mouth was blistering with blood.

"Your lungs are broken, and as soon as you speak, you will inhale a lot of air in your lungs, and then you will be more and more out of breath, listen to me, stop talking." "In about 30 seconds, you'll start to lose consciousness, so what's the use of asking?" ”

“30……”

“29……”

“28……”

“……”

Vigin's consciousness was getting weaker and weaker, and he couldn't hear the number that this unknown person had reported for him.

Denzel slowly stood up, looked at Vigkin's corpse, and said in his heart, "You really should take my money!" ”

No longer nostalgic, he walked towards the door.

Vigin is a local gangster, and the death of a group of them here is only good for the police, not harm.

The cameras in this area have long since been broken by him, and there is no record of him being here.

The world is inherently unfair, and there are always people who have to do something.