239, the heart knot of Warcraft

Brazil, Campo Grande, near Mato Grosso Pedagogical University.

Because the water of the Andui River has been flowing unchanged for thousands of years, the willows on both sides of the river are still brightly lit. Young people stroll in pairs along the edge of the embankment. The shops on the street mix the smell of coffee with the smell of food.

It's five o'clock in the afternoon in Colombian time, and it's already eight o'clock in the evening in Campo Grande.

The Big Camp is not as chaotic as expected, this is Warcraft's first impression of this place. Over the years, he has traveled all over South America and many places in Brazil, but he has never been to Campo Grande. He loved the thickets on the outskirts of the city, the smell of coffee in the air during the day, and the singing and dancing of the farmers who lived nearby. It's a pity that without my brother and Athena, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, I can only enjoy it alone.

Nixon left him here and disappeared without a trace, and it has to be said that this guy subverted Warcraft's perception of black people. When he left, Nixon left behind not only enough food, but also weapons: a 9-mm modified Makarov pistol with four magazines and a VZ58 automatic rifle with only one magazine. Nixon regretfully told him that he couldn't buy too good automatic weapons here, and that the VZ58 was a bit old, but it was still a good weapon for family use.

As for where Nixon went, Warcraft didn't care at all, after all, he was a cripple and couldn't take care of so many idle things.

He spent two days indoors, and after he had done everything he could, he thought of giving Athena a call. Out of instinct, the monster did not choose his own mobile phone or use the indoor landline, but when he saw his neighbor driving out, he went out and made a small request to the neighbor with a meaty face and a fierce face, and the neighbor didn't say a word, so he took him into the city with him. Leave him near the Pedagogical University of Mato Grosso and make an appointment to go back before driving to do his own business.

The monster was still wearing the same jacket that came to Camp Grand, and it was wearing the same hat. At a clothing store near the river, he threw his jacket and hat in the locker room, enough to buy a black patterned suit and a hard-brimmed cowboy hat, and his pants were replaced by a pair of loose, comfortable khaki slacks. He lowered the brim of his hat, just in time to hide his face with shadows, and then settled the bill with cash, and when he went out, he dragged his aching leg as much as he could, trying to be as natural as possible, and continued southward.

He walked in the windswept back streets, and finally walked past a fish market and came to another street.

It is not too much to be cautious when sailing the ship of ten thousand years. Warcraft thinks that it survived the rain of bullets, not only because of skills, but because the back of its head has an extra eye than many people.

Walking along the street to the south, I walked more than ten meters to the south, and the newsstand in front of me had a few large words written, "The world of journalism, everything is under control." Warcraft walked over and bought two newspapers, an English-language version of the Brazilian Post and an English-language version of the Global Daily. He first stood in the light of the newsstand and browsed the news pages, and by the way, he looked at the pedestrians who came and went, and searched for the phone booths.

A few minutes later, he rolled up the newspaper and tucked it under his armpit and chose a phone booth where a girl in a headscarf had just finished calling and left. He walked into the phone booth, locked the glass door, and looked at his watch.

Ten minutes away from 9 p.m., Athena should be around 8:40 p.m. They agreed that Athena would wait for her call at home if La Palma was 9 o'clock, but they also set aside about twenty minutes to buffer in case the phone line was not blocked. If there is no phone call for three days, then the next call will stop at 1 hour the next day, and Athena only insists on one thing, that is, even if the monster simply says 'hello', because she needs to know that the monster is still alive and fine.

La Palma is close to Colombia and Venezuela, with a time difference of more than half an hour.

The monster was filled with joy when he thought of Athena. He finally came out of the gloom and found something to cherish besides brotherhood, something he thought had been lost forever. He originally thought that the so-called love had long been a pile of dead ashes, but now it has revived. He was also looking forward to talking to her, and was ecstatic to hear her voice, and overjoyed to be touched by her. He met Athena at the most inopportune moment of his life, an encounter that gave his life a meaning not seen in years. He misses Athena and everything about her.

If you want to live, you have to grow old with Athena. Once, life was just a walk in the world in the eyes of Warcraft, but now with her, everything has changed. He had never thought about what to do when he was old, but after being with Athena, the matter took root in his mind.

The premise is to assist Mo Lei to do those things.

Vaux, what exactly is he trying to achieve? The chaos created came in waves, but he let go several times when he could kill Mo Lei. What does he want to do? Simply creating chaos? And whose benefits will fall.

While thinking about the mess, the monster dialed Athena's phone, rang according to the pre-agreed code, and after 4 rings, he hung up the phone and dialed again, as long as it rang two more times, Athena would pick up the phone.

Her voice is always so trickling and refreshing, as gentle and crisp as a lark.

When the phone rang four times, Warcraft hung up the phone, waited for thirty seconds, and dialed the number again.

There were two rings.

No one answered.

Three, four, five......

Still no one answered.

The monster looked at its watch, and the hands pointed to nine o'clock. He hung up the phone, thinking that Athena was probably rushing from outside to her lodgings. I don't know what kind of clothes she is wearing today, the weather over there is hot, and it is the peak of tourism, will anyone pursue her? But this is also normal, Athena is so beautiful and dazzling, and there are more people who like her.

She's not in danger, is she? Zhu Lifu should have followed her. However, in the past few years, she has taught Athena how to save herself, and Athena has also applied what she has learned, and has taught several strong men who came to extort money at the Lion Awakening Hotel.

Fifteen minutes passed, and Warcraft kept holding the microphone to his ear, and when someone came to call, Warcraft pointed to the microphone and motioned for others to go somewhere else. He re-dialed Athena and followed the procedure one more time.

Still no one answered.

Don't panic!

Probably to eat?

Or maybe dance with someone else?

Warcraft thought about it and began to call Mo Lei's phone, he wanted to know about his brother's situation.

Mo Lei's mobile phone was turned off.

Everything is not going well, I haven't read the yellow calendar.

The monster smiled bitterly and dialed the coyote's phone again. This time, the call was connected. The coyote's voice was a little hoarse, and he told Zhou Rui that Mo Lei went to Barranquilla, and Mo Lei did not elaborate on the specific plan, and he did not say what he went to Barranquilla for, but he left straight after talking to a guy named Santo on the phone. They had agreed to talk at half past ten in the evening, and it wasn't time yet.

Santo.

Zhou Rui and Coyote didn't know who this guy was.

When the two of them left Bogotá, Nixon only said that someone was escorting, but he didn't say who the person was sending it, and the coyotes and monsters wouldn't ask questions, and if you trust someone, you have to believe it wholeheartedly.

After hanging up the phone, Warcraft called Athena again, and after still no answer, Warcraft walked out of the phone booth. He suddenly remembered that there was a telephone downstairs in Athena's house, where a retired policeman who was almost 70 years old lived, who used to drink tea and eat at the old man's place, and cooked a table himself.

He closed his eyes and pondered the number, and by the time he remembered, someone had already entered the phone booth and was starting to make porridge on the phone. The monster dragged its injured leg and walked towards the next block.

He walked a little along Piccardy Avenue, past the Karlian Ford department store, where there was also a phone booth. He walked extremely fast, a normal person would be about ten minutes away, and he only walked for 7 minutes with his injured leg. The phone booth was empty, he quickly pushed open the door, locked the door after entering, picked up the phone and threw coins, and after hearing the call tone, dialed the old policeman's number.

The old man's voice was polite, but the monster still took a moment to explain who it was. However, when the old man told him that he had not seen Athena for several days. The monster's heart exploded in an instant, and he propped one hand on the glass, suppressing his panic, and asked the old man for details.

To be exact, Athena went out at half past two in the afternoon the day before, 30 hours ago, and greeted the old man when she left. But the old man did not hear Athena come back before he went to sleep. The old man recalled that at about 1 o'clock in the morning, he vaguely heard the door opening, but he had not seen Athena for the whole day.

The monster swallowed the heart hanging in his throat: Athena either went out early, maybe she was lying in bed and didn't hear the call?

He entrusted the old man to go upstairs and have a look, and asked Athena to call back. If Athena is not at home, then she will call the old man again in ten minutes.

Ten minutes later, the monster dialed the old man's phone again.

The knuckles of his fingers holding the microphone turned white, and the palm of his hand propped up on the glass clenched into a fist, and then put it down weakly.

Athena is gone, and the house is in disarray.

Hanging up the phone, Warcraft began to call Zhukov's phone. He had to ask Zhukov to take a look, to investigate. Then, he booked himself a ticket and flew directly to Barranquilla.

How dare you mess with my woman?