176. The problem that the black killer is thinking about

Why do black people like to be called White? Why do white people like to call Blake?

Black Nixon was a black man with no racist ideas, he lived a refined life, liked expensive and elegant suits, liked ingenious watches, there was nothing wrong with it, everyone would like it, regardless of race, color, men, women, and children. So he was very confused by the not-so-funny joke of the Vaux woman Silly—this woman didn't seem so brainless, why would she say such a non-funny thing in front of a black man?

So although Nixon, who was sitting outside the luxury office on the 6th floor of Universal Corporation, had a smile on his face, he was not so happy in his heart, especially when Vaux asked him to move from behind the scenes to the front of the stage to protect his important subordinate Adam, Nixon wanted to refuse, but the price given by Vox was really exciting, after all, it was three times his usual work, of course, Nixon was not the kind of brainless killer, he knew that since it was three times the salary, I am afraid that the risk was far more than three times.

Adam, who was sitting in his office, was holding back his anger. Behind him is the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window, and the view outside the window is pleasant, but the view is meaningless no matter how beautiful it is that no one is watching. He looked at the three men standing in front of the desk: the three were Will's subordinates at the beginning, and they were probably used to following Will over the years, and suddenly they were very unaccustomed to changing their bosses, especially Adam, who lacks human touch, you do things well, he thinks you are a person who should do a good job, if you don't do things well, then it will be troublesome, Adam will laugh and scold you so much that you feel that you have become the best of the scum, you can die immediately, and staying in the world is a waste of resources on the earth.

The air conditioning in the room was great, but Adam, who was wearing a shirt, still ripped off the top button, and one hand kept stroking his short blonde hair, as if he felt extremely hot. He wanted to throw the three guys off the building and into the river to feed the crocodiles, but he couldn't find the right words to attack them, after all, it was difficult to come up with new words to scold these brainless guys every day.

Volks' request for Adam to come over here was to transfer part of the production to Kalka, which was a game of chess played by Volks, and Adam didn't understand the meaning, but Volks' was the boss, and he had the final say. The problem is that the three guys in front of them only need to mobilize the means of transport to transport part of the machinery from Bogotá, and they have not been able to arrive for three days. According to Adam's work, these three men should have died.

The well-read black man entered the office without knocking, which made Adam even more angry. He waved his hand weakly, motioned for the three idiots to leave first, and then looked sideways at Nixon, who was already sitting generously on the reception couch, and tried to keep his voice as soft and polite as possible - don't offend the person who protects your life. Vaux instructed Adam on the phone.

"Nixon, do you have anything to do with me?"

"How boring are you at work every day?" Nixon asked with a smile as he picked up a magazine from the coffee table and flipped through it, showing Adam on the cover dressed and radiant. This is an episode of Columbia's investment magazine, and Adam is on the cover as the CEO of a pharmaceutical group.

"To be honest, it's boring." Adam thought for a moment, then suddenly stepped out from behind the desk, walked to the reception couch and sat down with Nixon, picked up the bottle on the coffee table, and added half a glass of wine to the empty glass in front of Nixon.

"Thank you Adams, I can't guarantee your safety after I drink."

Nixon was elegant and well-spoken. But Adam couldn't look at this guy well, and even a very polite answer with Nixon made him feel weird in his heart. However, Adam considered himself a quality man, and even if he was disgusted, he would not write it on his face.

Why do black people have to dress up as well-read? Especially since he's still a killer with blood on his hands? The smile on Adam's face was charming, and he said in his heart.

"Okay, then, can you tell me now, what is the matter with coming in and looking for me?"

"I want you not to go out today, if you need to go out, can you arrange for someone else to do it? Because I'm going out on my patrols. Nixon stroked the ring on the middle finger of his left hand and smiled at Adam, revealing his white teeth.

He didn't know what Adam was thinking?

"Of course it's okay Nixon, with you, I'm much more relaxed, and I have no plans to go out today." Adam got up and walked back to his desk, the clock on his desk showed the time at 4.15 p.m., and there was still a lot of work to be done today. What else can a bunch of mud legs pose to you? The killer sent by Volks' main job should be to spy on himself, right? It is said that the owner has several drug processing factories in this neighborhood.

- In the basement, there is also a time bomb.

It's troublesome, I'm just a part-time job with a prestigious college diploma.

waited for Adam to turn around and sit in the chair, only to find that the elusive Nixon was gone, and even the sound of the door closing was so silent that he couldn't help but curse.

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In the Chinese community, there is no Wang Yuwei on the streets today, and the children playing are very strange. It is not surprising that some children ran to Wang's house to ask, only to find that the gate of Wang's house was locked, and it seemed that the whole family had gone out, which was the season of harvest on the plantation.

Mo Lei spent a little time in the mountains and did not appear in the Chinese community until 5:40 p.m. On the cobblestone streets, pedestrians greeted each other with food they had eaten at night, and they didn't notice Mo Lei in disguise, after all, a Chinese with gray hair and a full beard walking on the street was probably a relative of a certain family.

Walking through the courtyard of the Meng family, where he had lived for a few days, Mo Lei also saw the blackened house of the Bernicin family.

Mo Lei pushed open the glass door, there were many people in the restaurant, and Liu Dayou was helping the chef deliver food with his waist and apron. Seeing the compatriot in front of him, a smile appeared on his face, and he enthusiastically motioned Mo Lei to find a place to sit down.

"Brother You, delay you for two minutes?"

Under the guidance of Liu Dayou, Mo Lei walked to the position closest to the cashier counter and sat down facing the door, Liu Dayou just wanted to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Mo Lei. Mo Lei saw that when Liu Dayou heard his voice, his body stiffened, and then he turned his head, his face a little pale. But he still dragged a chair from the side and sat opposite Mo Lei.

"Do you hear me?" Mo Lei put his left hand under the table, touched his hair with his right hand, and said with a smile.

"You're back?" Liu Dayou's eyes stared at the tabletop, as serious as if he had found ants on the dining table.

"Hmm. Big brother, I understand your suffering, and I also know that there are many ideas that have not been realized for so many years, your father is a gambler, a drug addict, and the family property has been lost, and you can only open a restaurant here to make a living. In fact, these are nothing, how can everything go well in life? The wife is virtuous, the children are filial, and the health is already better than most people. ”

Mo Lei picked up the menu from the table and flipped through it in his hand, while speaking slowly. Liu Dayou's face became paler and paler, and his head drooped lower and lower.

"The Chinese community was earned by the older generation, and now, there are many people who want to leave after seeing the wider world, and I understand that. In fact, it is really difficult to want everyone to be united, after all, the thoughts of young people are incomprehensible to the older generation. Right. But all this is not a reason to betray your compatriots, right? ”

Mo Lei found that Liu Dayou's legs under the table began to tremble, and his eyes were glancing around, looking for something to take advantage of or a route to escape? This is unknown.

He put the menu in his hand on the table, and patted the back of Liu Dayou's nervous spasmodic hand with one hand, "I'm not here to ask about the guilt, everyone is very difficult, big brother, I just hope you can know one thing: when you really face life and death, you will know the preciousness of your compatriots." ”

With that, he stood up and walked down the aisle towards the door. Behind him, Liu Dayou still sat motionless. The guests in the restaurant were whispering, they were all discussing their own affairs, and no one paid attention to Liu Dayou being going through a life and death test.

Walking out of the door, Mo Lei found that his hands were clenched into fists, and the muscles in his cheeks were sore from biting.

He could not sit face-to-face with this creature who had betrayed him and be indifferent, he was not a man of great hearts, much less a saint, and for a moment he had the thought of rushing over and crushing the throat of the submissive fellow who was sitting opposite, and wanted to eat him alive and skin him alive. But he couldn't do that. Putting aside these disgusting things, in his bones, Liu Dayou is just a cowardly middle-aged man who has no direction and no dreams in life, and what he thinks about the most is probably the responsibility and responsibility of being a son and a husband and a father.

This is actually the same as most middle-aged men.

It's just that those who shout how calm and determined they are, how indomitable they are, who live in a beautiful era that has not experienced war, and who are in a comfortable state, have not really experienced real cruelty. If everyone is like Liu Dayou, I'm afraid the number of defectors among these men will not be small.

For most people, guns, wars, drugs, these things happen on screens, on phones, in books, not in their yards, kitchens, dining rooms, or children's bedrooms. People who have not experienced helplessness and despair are not worthy to judge others from a moral point of view.

Walking slowly and gradually relaxing, Mo Lei's heart was mixed, and he walked along the community square, towards the northeast side, where the cypress trees on both sides of the road were lush and green, swaying their branches and buds in the wind in the setting sun. The sky was dyed purple by the setting sun, and the edges of a few white clouds shimmered with gold, and stars could be faintly seen flashing in the clouds.

In the flower bed beneath the cypress tree, the undefeated flowers of the four seasons are still in full bloom, and a young couple leads a tall, imposing-looking German Shepherd dog, covered in smooth black fur, and walks meekly beside the lady. Seeing Mo Lei coming, the Demu took half a step back, showing a vigilant expression, but he didn't dare to pounce.

Mo Lei nodded at the couple and walked past them, the lady pulled the dog leash in her hand with some embarrassment, and Demu ran in front of the lady with relief, and looked back at Mo Lei's back.

Wang Yuwei, who jumped out of the roadside, walked towards Mo Lei and walked forward with Mo Lei, the two did not speak, but turned right at the intersection in front of them and walked to the Wu family's house. Wang Yuwei looked at the courtyard that was still a little dilapidated although it was taken care of, and sighed deeply.

"Brother Lei, are you going to let Liu Dayou go like this?"

"yes, did you really kill him?" Mo Lei smiled, picked up a piece of dead grass on the ground, put it on the palm of his hand and rubbed it with both hands, the dead grass broke into several pieces and fell to the ground from the crack in his palm.

"However, I'm always worried that this guy will hold back his big moves, after all, this kind of person looks honest and has a bad stomach in his heart. Damn it! Wang Yuwei cursed angrily, and his long legs kicked the lawn in the yard while walking. The servant he invited for the Wu family stood at the window, and when he saw Wang Yuwei, he hurriedly walked out and opened the door of the small building.

"Don't make a fuss, you kid is also a bad belly. Isn't this good or bad to anyone? Liu Dayou is also a poor person, forget it, don't talk about this. If the coyote is really dead, I'm sure he'll have to give him an explanation, or at the very least, I'll let him spit out what he knows. ”

Wang Yuwei on the side waved his hand at the servants, signaling that he would leave them alone. Then he looked sideways at Mo Lei, who was a cut shorter than him, and asked, "Are you so sure that the coyote is not dead?" ”

"Of course, I spent a day walking along the river today, and I was almost fucking spotted by the militants, do you think I can go for nothing?"

Mo Lei laughed again. Wang Yuwei also felt a little calmer.

In fact, Mo Lei is also comforting himself. But anyway, we'll talk about it after tonight.

"Brother Lei, will you go to my house for dinner? Let's talk about it again. ”

"Of course, where else would I eat? You're actually using a question? Mo Lei laughed, just looking at the courtyard of the Wu family, thinking about Old Man Wu, and Wu Xiaoqiao, who didn't know what was going on, his smile gradually froze.

What the hell am I doing?

I just want to get an inheritance, do I need so many people to die?

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