Chapter 5: Suit-Suited Thugs

"Haha." Ochoa smiled and said, "When it comes to arms dealers, Evans is not counted at all, at most the children who deliver newspapers to every family every morning. One of the three bosses of Helmet, Alan Heathman, is the real arms dealer, the real boss. That guy sells not just guns, aircraft cannons. In many ways he was an agent of the government. Where it's inconvenient for them to come forward, it's up to Alan Heathman or someone like him to do it. ”

"I see." Pete nodded and said, "Then his business should be good recently." Since we're all so busy, there must be somewhere to go to war. ”

"Who knows." Ochoa waved his hand and said, "Anyway, the money he earns won't be shared with us." ”

Ochoa's words made Pete laugh and say, "You always make me feel like you're short of money." ”

"It's not like, it's really lacking." Ochoa smiled wryly and said, "I want to retire early." Change jobs, to be exact, but before I can make enough money. After all, I am a big family, not only a large group of children, but also two minor siblings, and my wife's siblings, but they are all counting on me. ”

Pete nodded and said with a look of understanding, "You are really a big family." How much is missing? Are you still far from your goal? ”

Ochoa shrugged and said, "It's almost there." It's going to take a while, but it's going to be fast. I'll move then. I don't like the Northeast, it's too cold in winter. It's better to be in California, where there are a lot of people like me who come from Mexico or other places. Maybe you'll meet two people you've known before. After saying that, he looked at Pete and said, "What about you?" What are your plans? Do you keep doing it? ”

"I don't know." Pete looked a little confused and said, "I don't have the meticulous planning of life like you. Maybe it will take a few years. ”

"How many years?" Ochoa looked surprised and said, "Are you going to continue to work for a few more years?" I mean, how many years will it take to do this kind of intensity? ”

"yes. What's wrong? Pete asked, looking at Ochoa in confusion.

Ochoa shook her head and said, "I think it's different now than before. Before you came, most of our tasks were that kind of security, I mean real security or escorts or whatever, there was no real conflict, although a lot of the cases were planned in advance, but apart from that mission in Nigeria, you may have heard, we didn't have any major battles at other times. At most, they were ordinary armed men, and most of them were the kind of people who didn't dare to actually do anything to us, just pretended. But now, how long has it been? We don't even have enough men because of the continuous fighting. That's not a good sign, really. I always had a hunch that the days ahead were going to be very difficult. What we have to do may become more and more dangerous. ”

Pete pursed his lips and said, "I don't know how it was before. But I don't have a plan for where I'm going to do anything after that. So I had to do it first. Hopefully I'll be lucky enough to get out of the way. ”

"I hope so." Ochoa picked up the cup and touched Pete's before saying, "I wish we all walked out." ”

"Go home safely." Pete picked up the glass and touched Ochoa before pouring all the wine into the glass.

The two of them chatted casually about something else, but it wasn't late, and they left the bar at about ten o'clock, and just as they walked out of the door, a motorcycle came from the road, and the movement of the car could tell that it was a Harley.

The motorcycle quickly left the road and went straight to the door of the bar, and after stopping the car, a man got off the motorcycle. This man is very strange, because generally the person riding this kind of motorcycle should be wearing a jacket and jeans with a beard. But this one is not, after this car is parked in the parking space on the side of the road, he takes off his helmet, and through the light, he can see that this person is about forty years old, wearing a formal suit. That is, a black suit with a white shirt and tie inside, and a clean face that you can't even see the stubble.

The man took off his helmet and straightened his hair in the rearview mirror, an act that made Pete, who had stopped to look at him out of curiosity, recognize him.

In fact, this person Pete didn't really know each other, and the two had never met. But Pete knew about the man before he came to Hermet, and included basic information about the man in the homework he had done beforehand. This person is the Alan Heathman, one of the three bosses of Hermet, who was in the arms business, mentioned by Ochoa earlier.

Pete looked at the man and then turned his head to look at Ochoa and didn't say it explicitly, but said, "It's the first time I've seen someone riding this kind of motorcycle in a suit, is this the legendary thug in a suit?" ”

Ochoa also recognized Alan Heathman, whom he had met in Helmet and had seen more than once. So he quickly pulled Pete and continued to walk forward, "Don't talk nonsense, that's Alan Hesman, the one who sells arms." One of the bosses of Hermet. ”

Pete continued to feign ignorance and said, "Really? It's pretty handsome. What is he doing here dressed like this? Have a drink? ”

"Whatever? This is the big shot. Maybe you might want to meet someone important. Ochoa said as she continued to pull Pete to the side of the road. Pete, on the other hand, watched as Mr. Heathman, one of his own bosses, walked into the bar.

Ochoa came to the side of the road, looked left and right, and said, "Take a taxi home." What about you? Won't continue to bike, right? Do you want to take a taxi together? ”

"No need. The bike was good, that's my means of transport. Pete said.

"Can you? If you drink too much, it's just a bike, but it's just as unsafe. For people like you and me, it's best to avoid all the possibility of capsizing in the gutter. Ochoa smiled.

"Huh. I'll be careful. Pete said and glanced at a taxi coming by on the road, he reached out to the taxi and said, "Actually, we don't drink much." No problem. ”

"What are your plans for the holidays?" Ochoa asked, looking at the taxi that approached them.

"Ready to go on vacation." Pete said: "The exact location has not yet been decided. That is, to be distracted, so there is no specific plan.

"It's good." Ochoa said and opened the car door and said, "Good luck." See you when you get back from your vacation. ”

"Good. Good bye. Pete closed Ochoa's door and watched the taxi move away. l0ns3v3