Poland. Warsaw!

Located in the middle of the European continent, the mild climate attracts visitors from all over the world to enjoy the crash of the waves, seagulls and all kinds of seabirds hovering in the sky, or leaning lazily against dead trees to watch visitors, but again, their bird droppings really stink.

An Asian man with a height of nearly 187CM pushed the popsicle cart along the coast with great difficulty, his face was covered with sweat from the scorching sun, his bronzed skin exuded a manly smell, and his long black hair hung down to his shoulders, which looked quite literary.

“OMG！ Damn, you've overwhelmed my castle. Suddenly, at this time, a black child appeared from the front of the popsicle car, pointed to the shapeless rotten sand on the ground and said, after glaring at the other party, he also turned his head to complain, and shouted, "Dad, someone is bullying me." ”

Four or five black men who were playing beach volleyball not far away dropped their balls and hurriedly ran over, and the shirtless man who took the lead was tattooed with a famous quote from "The Godfather": "Pain is not so irreparable as death!" ）”

He touched the black child's head and looked at the Asian with two unkind eyes.

"Sorry sir, I didn't mean to." Asian's parched lips twitched, and her voice was slightly hoarse, "I'll treat you to a popsicle." As he spoke, he opened the popsicle car and was about to take out the apology gift, when he heard "Smack!" With a bang, a hand pressed against the refrigerator, and the black man cracked his mouth, revealing a mouth full of large white teeth, "50 zlotys!" ”

Extort?

In 1991, 50 zlotys was his food for two days.

According to the exchange rate: 100 yuan is about 50 zlotys.

Asians stared at each other's eyes and lip synced, "NO!" ”

The black man saw that he did not cooperate, several people came around, planning to give him some color to see, on the beach of Warsaw, brawls are as common as drinking water, the Asian bent down and took out an iron lock from under the popsicle truck, and did not say a word, but his eyes gradually became cold, gritting his teeth, as long as the other party dared to move, he called directly to the door of the head.

Fight?

Is it still called a man if you haven't been in a fight?

"Hey!"

A flirtatious whistle naturally wiped away the tense atmosphere between the two sides, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a middle-aged policeman walking over, his left hand down his hat, and his right hand waved very casually, just revealing the pistol in his crotch, "Gentlemen, do you want to go in and pick up soap?" ”

"You wait for me!" The blacks were unwilling to point at the Asians, turned around and left, they couldn't stand the investigation, most of the blacks in Warsaw were smuggled over, if they entered the police station, they would be deported, who just came to "heaven" who wants to go back to that dirty "hometown"?

"Thank you, Officer Smith."

"You're welcome, Don, do you need help?" Smith shrugged, looked at the jammed popsicle cart, pulled it out of the bunker with both hands, clapped his hands, "Do you need me to help you sell it?" ”

Tang Dao shook his head, looked at the old-fashioned watch that didn't move the second hand in his hand, and said lightly, "Today is the death day of my parents, and I will go to the cemetery later." ”

Smith was stunned when he heard this, and then a little sadness flashed in his eyes, and he forced his spirit, "That... Then I'll go with you. ”

Tang Dao glanced at him, didn't speak, and let the other party help him push the popsicle cart into the small storage room on the side of the beach, changed his clothes, got into Mies's classic car, bought two bouquets of flowers, and came to the National Cemetery, where teachers, soldiers, doctors, and beggars were lying.

Perhaps, for all industries, only death is fair.

Walking into the cemetery, you can see people sitting in front of the tombstone, whispering to the dead, Tang Dao naturally walked to a cemetery in the corner, the tombstone is very new, and the epitaph on it reads: "Here, lie the best policeman in Warsaw, Bruce. Don and his wife. ”

Smith placed the flower in front of the tombstone, took off his police hat, lowered his head and mourned in silence for several minutes, "Your father is a hero, Poland will not forget him, Warsaw will not forget, award him the Medal of Hero." ”

"Is that what you're talking about?" Tang Dao took out a medal from his pocket and tapped it a few times, "How many dollars is it worth?" ”

"Don! This is the honor that your father bought with his life, not with money..."

"But it makes an excellent Stanford student drop out because he can't pay the tuition, because it makes a child lose his parents and have no financial resources from now on, and it is scrap metal for me." Tang Dao suddenly became emotional, and directly interrupted the other party with red eyes, "Why are they coming?" Why aren't you lying inside? ”

Smith lowered his head, and after a moment of silence, said, "I'm sorry. ”

Tang Dao's chest rose and fell rapidly, clenching the Heroic Medal tightly, and the sharp corners easily pierced his hand, and the blood flowed. He took a deep look at the tombstone, then turned and walked away, leaving Smith alone alone in the wind.

……

"Bring me a glass of whiskey."

Tang Dao pushed away and sat down at the counter, and put the few five-dollar bills in his pocket, on which Abraham Lincoln's stinky face was unappetizing.

The bartender looked at it with a little disgust, and went to redeem it without saying much, and it was served in a few minutes, Tang Dao was like drinking boiling water, and he poured it with his head held high, and the bartender who saw this scene had straight eyes, except for a few Russians who often came to the west of the city, this was the first time he had seen Asians drink whiskey like this.

Aren't they very subtle?

Is God crazy?

"Ahem, cough, cough..."Tang Dao bent over and coughed violently, propped up the table, his face was red, he pushed away the bartender who was about to be supported, his eyes were straight, he was confused, what should he do in the future?

Actually, he's always had a secret, he... Lived the second life!

In his last life, he lived to be 72 years old and was finally found frozen to death on the streets of California.

And in this life, he lived directly to the day when his parents had an accident, but it was too late to stop him...

That damn God always likes to treat people's hope as a cigarette butt on the ground, bringing you hope and despair!

"Do you want me to do it all over again, just to feel the pain?" With a trembling body and bones, with a low sob, he vented the resentment of both lives on Smith, if his parents did not die, would his later life be like this?

Successful Stanford University Students!

With an annual income of at least PLN 150,000, you are in the middle class!

And now?

He is not even eligible for Polish unemployment benefits!

Tang Dao's chest was depressed, and only whiskey could relieve it.

He was drunk alone in the whole bar, and he didn't know how many glasses he drank, and when he was about to get up, two men suddenly rushed in at the door, knocked over a few customers very rudely, and cursed in his mouth, "Get out!" ”

One of them vaguely looked like he was injured, clutching his stomach and pale.

The bartender was puzzled, and was about to walk over, when four or five people rushed in, wearing suits, sunglasses, and short rushes in their hands! Seeing the two people, he didn't say anything, and first came to strafe for a while, but no matter what the accidental injury.

Gunfight!

“shit！” Tang Dao's bladder trembled, almost scared to pee, holding his head like a wild dog, hiding under the counter with his hands and feet, and on the wine cabinet at the back, the red wine worth hundreds or even thousands of zlotys was beaten to pieces, and the liquid was like blood on the ground.

“OMG，OMG！” And under the counter there was already a freckled waiter, holding a silver cross in his hand, trembling, the voice was trembling, when he saw Tang Dao, his pupils shrank, and his buttocks were so frightened that he wanted to stand up directly, but his head hit the wooden board above, and his painful face was distorted.

"Shhhhh

He's not thick enough to reach out and touch it in front of others...

Just moved his ass in embarrassment, but suddenly he felt that the gunfire had stopped?

Tang Dao was bold and slowly raised his head, and first saw that the two people who had broken in before were already lying in a pool of blood, with two pistols lying beside them, and those murderers had long since disappeared...

"Gollum..."

Tang Dao swallowed his saliva, this was the second time he saw the corpse, he still had a little numbness in his scalp, and his eyes were gradually attracted by the pistol, pursing his mouth, he didn't know where the courage came from, he bent over and rushed over, and directly picked up a Cobra revolver produced by Colt Company, the muzzle was still a little hot, he didn't care, he stuffed it directly into his clothes, and hid under the small table on the side, there were few people in this bar, and the lights were dim, and no one saw what he did.

At this time, the low-frequency siren of the Polish police sounded at the door, and I have to say that the security system in Warsaw is still very strict, and it was only five minutes before and after, a total of eight policemen in two police cars wearing body armor and carrying Makarov pistols rushed in, and one of them, a black policeman who looked five big and three thick was racing in a disgusting dialect of English, "Get down, everyone lie down, put your hands on your heads." ”

In Poland, you must listen to the police, or ... They can say that you are threatening their lives with your mind, which is very good to learn from the Yankees.

Tang Dao was very consciously lying on his stomach, and he raised his hands high, but the revolver in his clothes was a little panicked.

…

When follow-up support came, everyone in the bar was allowed to get up, and each of them was almost repeated several times, perhaps because Tang Dao was Asian, and his inquiries were particularly sharp.

"Where do you live?"

"Conway Street."

"What profession? Waiter? Foot washer? Or..."The tip of the pen in the hand of the white male policeman who asked paused, and there was some banter in his eyes, "The thief? ”

Tang Dao's fist clenched suddenly, his face turned red, he suddenly raised his head, and asked, "Sir, are you discriminating?" ”

The sound was very loud, and it naturally attracted the attention of everyone around him.

"Hey, what's the matter with Jackson?" A bald head with a second-class superintendent turned his head and frowned in question, and his hand couldn't help but touch his waist.

"It's fine." Jackson turned around and shouted, closed the notebook, and leaned forward aggressively, "You're insulting the professional ethics of the Warsaw police, and now, you're squatting on the ground for me!" Immediately, immediately! ”

Tang Dao's breathing gradually accelerated, and the eyes of the Poles were disgusting!

I really wanted to punch this bastard's nose, but the only reason told him not to do that, after all, the Polish police were notoriously legitimate murderers, and he squatted down with his head in his hands, and a strong sense of humiliation instantly surrounded him.

Fack!

Jackson was pleased with Tang Dao's eyes, and the Chinese on Conway Street and the black people in the southern community should look at whites with this kind of "respectful" gaze.

This is Poland!

"Now come with me back to the police station to investigate......"

"Jackson" was about to handcuff Tang Dao, when he saw Smith running over panting, swallowing saliva in embarrassment, grabbing Jackson's wrist and looking at Tang Dao, "He is a child of our Warsaw Police Department, and his father is Bruce. Tang Dynasty. ”

Jackson raised his eyebrows, and remembered a slightly thin figure in his mind, the one who was often used as a handyman in the police department... Chinese?

"He's hindering..."

"His father was a hero and had died." Smith directly interrupted the other party and glared back unceremoniously, and the two of them just watched like this for dozens of seconds, Jackson put the handcuffs back on his waist with a dark face, and turned to leave.

"Leave this Mexican descendant alone, Don, are you alright?" Smith picked up the Tang knife and said worriedly.

Tang Dao looked at the deep worry in the other party's wrinkled eye bags, panicked, pulled out his hand vigorously, waved his hand, and his voice was a little hoarse, "I... I'm going back. After saying that, he was almost so embarrassed that he fled into the wilderness, and almost stumbled under his feet.

Smith looked at the thin figure that disappeared into the darkness and sighed helplessly.

……

Conway Street, a small two-storey western-style building.

The darkness of the night was reflected on the bed through the window, and a figure could be seen shaking its head unconsciously, his eyebrows tightened, and his breathing became rapid, as if he was suffering from a dream.

"Dad! Mom..."

Tang Dao suddenly opened his eyes in horror, as if he had installed a spring and sat up, his chest rose and fell, the cold sweat on his forehead was a little cold under the moonlight, he rubbed his temples, he was a little swollen, he stretched out his hand and touched the water cup at the head of the bed, sipped it gently, and pressed back the heart that was jumping abnormally in his chest.

Just now, he had another nightmare, dreaming that a bullet passed through the skull of his parents, and both of them fell in a pool of blood, this scene has been hovering in his mind for a long time, and sometimes, Tang Dao even needs sleeping pills to sleep, according to the words of the Chinese community doctor: "irritating nervousness." ”

If left untreated, it can lead to a range of sequelae, including depression or a stress response (aggressive).

Tang Dao shook his head and wanted to go to the bathroom, as soon as he lifted the quilt and put it on it, the dark brown coat fell to the ground, and a revolver fell out, he was too nervous, and the shooting made him a little forgetful, forgetting that he had "stole" a revolver, bent down with a little effort, picked up the gun and looked at it, and suddenly, a piece of information flashed in his mind.

"Name: Cobra Revolver."

"Manufacturer: Colt."

"Date of production: 1986."

"Official Price: $240!"

"Rest of the Black Market: France..., Germany..., South Africa......"