113. Vignette

Bolivarian International Airport in Caracas, Venezuela.

Days of rain filled the air with the smell of decay.

It was already 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, and in the brightly lit airport, the international security channel was beautifully decorated, and several immigration officials in black suits stood at the entrance of the passage, staring coldly at the long queue. They appear to be targeting Asians, and as long as they are yellow-skinned and black-haired, they are taken into small rooms by immigration officers for interrogation in private.

Mo Lei carried a simple package, lined up in the middle of the line, and there were Chinese chatting in a low voice in the crowd, probably saying that the officials here seemed to pay more attention to the Chinese, and some people who had come a few times told everyone that they needed to spend some small money to solve the problem.

Mo Lei was not disturbed by this kind of disturbance, he was holding a British passport, and the security screener, who was charming and charming in appearance and figure, but had a frosty face and was as proud as a swan, looked at the passport in surprise, and then looked carefully at the Asian person standing in front of the counter - confirmed that it was the person on the passport. After that, he handed over the passport in his hand a little tangled, and did not forget to squeeze out a smile on his stiff face, and his red lips trembled slightly.

"Welcome to Caracas, Smith. Mr. Meng! “

Yes, Mo Lei used a full pseudonym in a bad way, but he still didn't forget to use a Chinese surname in his surname, but he didn't know in advance that this passport could give him the green light, and he made other plans.

Reaching for his passport, Smith. Mr. Meng smiled at the girl's lips and strode away from the immigration officer.

At the entrance of the airport, Mo Lei saw a long crowd of people in the orange painted taxi aisle, so he turned around and left without hesitation, walking towards the green sign on the right, where the arrow pointed to a light rail station that was also painted orange, and you only had to walk through the tunnel to the opposite side of the road to take the light rail to the center of Caracas. Behind the LRT station, there is a lively town, which is still lit up from the exit of the airport.

It's just that few travelers take the passage, after all, the tunnels here are all extensive, and if you are not careful, you will go wrong, and in the passage at midnight, it is inevitable that there will be some unexpected things happening, and safety is often the first element of travel.

This is not within Mo Lei's consideration.

He still has a bunch of questions in his head to think about - whether Ning Lili's disappearance will cause riots in the Chinese community; Although the gangsters who have always been rampant and domineering are bastards, they behave like men in front of the big right and wrong, but if they go to ask for someone with the professional team of Universal, they will definitely suffer; Can Wang Yuwei, who pretends to be stupid, win people's hearts......

Mo Lei sighed.

Walking down the stairs into the underground passage, Mo Lei stayed on the last step for half a second, looking at the dim lights in the empty tunnel, and the walls on both sides were painted with graffiti, most of which were monsters with teeth and claws. A homeless man sat on his knees at the corner of the stairs, with a large package beside him, which was supposed to contain all his belongings. When he heard the footsteps, he raised his head and glanced at Mo Lei from under his messy and boring hair, his eyes were indifferent and lifeless, but then he quickly lowered his head - the eyes that looked at him were not like human eyes, cruel and ruthless, like a beast that had been hungry for a few days.

Tightening the package on his body, Mo Lei didn't stop in front of the homeless man, and strode to the opposite side. He knew that if he showed a little nervousness, then the homeless man would probably become a robber, but he didn't want to do it, he came here because he had something to do, and there was no point in making a fuss.

But things often come unexpectedly.

The tunnels are less than 500 meters deep, but there are countless exits. Mo Lei walked around in the middle of the tunnel, a guy with a big beard and messy long hair covering his face, wearing only a pair of briefs all over his body, and his exposed skin was tattooed, sitting cross-legged on the side of the aisle, which was exactly the intersection that Mo Lei was going to walk, but in front of him was a rusty blunt knife that he didn't know where to pick it up, and his two eyes were staring at Mo Lei who was striding over.

Mo Lei walked forward indifferently, striding in front of the homeless man, his left foot just stepped on the steps, and the homeless man next to him suddenly roared.

"Hi, yellow people."

Mo Lei ignored him and continued to walk to the steps, but the homeless man reluctantly raised his hand and grabbed the blunt knife and threw it at Mo Lei's calf, Mo Lei suddenly turned around, stepped on the blunt knife under his feet, and then made up for it, kicking the blunt knife far away with his toes. But he still had no intention of making a move, just turned around and prepared to leave.

"Help...... help me!"

A female voice came from behind the passage, Mo Lei looked up and sighed.

"Sir, help me......." In the passage, a woman wearing a beige T-shirt and light blue jeans on her lower body hurriedly ran over in the dim light, her delicate face was full of sweat under her brown curly hair, and her face was only 18 or 9 years old.

"Haha, you still want to run?" Behind the woman, a stout man in a vest strode after him, the guy was holding an open folding knife in his hand, his bare skin was covered with tattoos, and a monster was tattooed on his shaved head.

Mo Lei stood on the first step with one foot, looked sideways at the panting woman, and then at the big man, the corners of his mouth cracked, shook his head and just wanted to turn around, but he pulled the placket of the woman's clothes.

"Sir, please help me, help me ........"

"Boy, you want to be nosy?" The big man with the folding knife approached the naked homeless man and kicked him in the upper body, knocking him to the ground, and the homeless man let out a low roar in his throat, got up and ran towards the middle of the aisle.

"I don't want to." Mo Lei reached out and held the woman's hand and pushed it away, striding towards the steps.

The man and the woman were both fluted.

It's not a common sense.

But think about it, it's normal for a foreigner, alone in the deep tunnels facing a stout man with a weapon, to be afraid.

A fierce glint flashed in the bald man's eyes, "You can't leave either, and you have to leave your wallet." Before he could finish speaking, he took a step forward and demonstratively tossed the folding knife in his hand.

And the woman who was trembling on the side suddenly laughed, and the hand holding Kun Bao stretched out, and she was also holding a jumping knife in her hand, she looked at Mo Lei who was in place, and sneered and reached out to tear off Mo Lei's backpack.

"Smack!" A crisp slap sounded in the tunnel.

The woman's empty hand covered the five clear fingerprints on her face, and she stared blankly at the tall man in front of her, and she didn't react for a while.

??“ You dare to hit my woman? The bald man also froze, suddenly roared, pounced on Mo Lei's hand holding the folding knife and stabbed it, Mo Lei's leg that was originally placed on the steps raised and moved a step to the right, his left hand grabbed the bald wrist holding the knife and dragged it backwards, the bald head screamed, the knife in his hand fell to the ground, and his wrist was dislocated by Mo Lei.

"Get out!" Mo Lei snorted.

"I'm ......." The bald head still opened his mouth fiercely and wanted to scold, but Mo Lei didn't plan to let him go like this, he took a step forward close to the bald head, and forked his right hand at the bald head's throat, but he didn't dare to use all his strength, on the first day of his arrival, it would always be a little troublesome to kill someone.

The bald head hung one hand at his side, and the other covered his neck and screamed, and his mouth grew up and he inhaled desperately.

Mo Lei just wanted to retreat, but suddenly his eyes froze, his body retreated suddenly, turned to the left, threw his left elbow backwards, and stretched forward his right hand, hitting the woman to the ground, and grabbed the snatched pistol in his right hand and looked at it, and the anger instantly rushed to Tianlinggai from the bottom of his heart - the woman was holding a 9mm Liama Comarche revolver in her hand, and the shot was already halfway through.

Mo Lei didn't have the slightest sense of pity, he didn't hesitate to aim the pistol at the woman, but after thinking about it, he stretched out his left leg and stepped on the neck of the woman on the ground, and turned the pistol to the bald head.

"Who told you to come?"

"Huh? Yes? The bald head looked crazy, but his throat gave Mo Lei's palm a fork, and he couldn't take a breath, so he could only stare at the little man in front of him angrily, his eyes full of fierceness and unwillingness.

Mo Lei let go of the woman, took a step forward, and slashed the vagus nerve on the bald head's neck with a palm, and the bald head fainted without saying a word.

He turned and crouched on the ground, holding the barrel of the gun against the woman's face, his eyes fierce.

"Say, Who called you here? Why look for me? ”

"Ahhh Do you dare to kill? The woman in the underground struggled desperately and raised her hand to attack Mo Lei.

"If you don't say it, I'll kill you."

Mo Lei highlighted the word also, and sure enough, the woman's originally fierce eyes turned into horror.

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