264, Tang Jian's son mildew

In Bogotá, near the observatory at the intersection of Garnagas Road and Highway 3, there is an alley called San Diego, facing northwest.

The distance between the left and right sides of the alley is only three meters, and it is very difficult for the two cars to meet. The northwest exit leads to the Military Club, and a little to the left is the Fucha River waterway, which is crossed by a railway bridge and the famous racecourse on the other side. On weekends, the neighborhood is filled with luxury cars and celebrities, and the police get along well with the armed private security guards.

It's Wednesday, and as on weekdays, the area is deserted, and occasionally a car passes by with its windows closed, and the car is polished to the surface, and you can see who is sitting inside by looking at the car sign.

On the highest floor of a small 3-story building, the coyote is carefully wiping his Floating Shadow 23 Fighting Dagger. The curtains hung low, and in the bright light, the coyote's eyes staring at the blade were as tender as water, almost like looking at their intimate lover.

He wears a black combat uniform with a Kevlar vest underneath, a Yalikingrach pistol diagonally on his right chest, a smaller Glock 26 at his waist, a BCB scimitar on his waist, and an automatic rifle next to him, a Koch G36 of the Koch series of 7.62 mm caliber.

The effective range of this gun was somewhat worse, but on the handle in front of the optical sight, a front-mounted NVS80 night sight was mounted, and a prism in this sight refracted the enhanced image onto the sight. The Bull Demon King also improved the magazine, from 30 rounds to 45 rounds.

Sitting on the floor, the Bull Demon King Gao Bing was carefully adjusting his G36, his gun sawing off the barrel, modifying the sights, and expanding the ammunition capacity. Although he doesn't have as many bits and pieces on his body as coyotes, he has a dozen grenades in his backpack, and his weapons have been changed very handy - coyotes are different from Kamen, Kamen prefers demon-modified weapons, and coyotes are keen on using knives.

Whether it is a big knife or a small knife, as long as it is in the hands of a coyote, it will play a more effective role: taking people's lives.

There was also a giant sitting next to the curtain: it was a bit of a stretch to say that he was sitting, because the sofa by the window was like a little toy to this guy, and his legs crossed each other as if he were sitting cross-legged on the ground, and one person took up two-thirds of the two-seater's sofa. He was 'Mildew', a teenager who was not yet 18 years old.

'Mildew' now has a Chinese name, and his 'father' Tang Jian gave it the name of Tangba Niu. The surname Tang naturally follows Tang Jian, Ba is the abbreviation of Tang Jian's hometown, and as for the cow, Tang Jian probably means strong and healthy. But when the unlucky child said his name to the coyote and the Bull Demon King, the Coyote collapsed on the bed with his stomach in his arms in his arms, and pointed at the Bull Demon King with one hand.

The unexplained moldy Tangba Niu smirked innocently with the coyote, and the Bull Demon King also sighed that the randomness of Tang Jian's name was too fucking. Then, he kicked the coyote hard.

"Bull Demon King, there is one more person in your family, are you happy?" The coyote threw the floating shadow 23 in his hand, squinted at the Bull Demon King, and couldn't help but want to laugh again.

"Shut the fuck and laugh all morning, it's too low." The Bull Demon King buried his head in the gun, and didn't look at the coyote who was laughing like a fool, "Besides, Tang Jian called his son, don't you thank you, why are you still making fun of people's names here?" ”

Speaking of this, the coyote got serious, but before he was serious, he still thought about the child on the sofa and threw a wink, "I said Ba Niu, how old are you this year." ”

"I'm going to turn 18 soon."

Mildew was draped like a god of war, but the Koch 36 looked like a toy on his giant god-like palm. The coyote grinned again, but stifled the laughter. "Tang Jian, this grandson, if you don't fuck come, you can beg for it, what do you want your son to count? We're going to have to protect him the fuck, and if he's hurt, it's hard to explain. ”

"He certainly doesn't think so." The Bull Demon King shook his head and said seriously, "You have seen the combat power of Mildew, this is the purpose of Tang Jian's arrangement for him to come." ”

"What Tang Jian thinks about my bird matter, what matters is what we think." The coyote also shook his head, "Since he calls Tang Jian 'Dad', he is also our junior, if he goes in with me and us, there are three long and two short, even if Tang Jian doesn't say it, we can get by in our own hearts?" ”

The Bull Demon King was stunned, and glanced at the muscles all over his body, but his eyes were extremely clear, and he was a little big for a while. He knew that the coyote was right, but now Mildew could be used as a half of a new force, and it was impossible to say that he would not let Mildew follow. This kid is said to be a tendon, and Tang Jian said that he did it.

"So what do you say?" The Bull Demon King was a little angry, and by now, the combat power of the Demon Beast had dropped by 5 percent, and it had actually returned to zero. If you and the coyote still have to semi-protect the mildew to rob people, then fuck up.

"Give the monster a headache." The coyote looked at his watch, "He should be there soon." ”

"The mask will be handled more properly." The Bull Demon King pursed his lips and put the pistol into the holster, "The Demon Beast should not let him move this time, or give him a sniper rifle to cover the retreat." ”

"You tell him, I don't say it." The coyote fell face back on the bed, letting out a long sigh of rage with a fierce look in his eyes.

He knows more about Warcraft than the Bull Demon King.

"His wife died at the hands of Volks, and now I am afraid that I am just like me, kill people with a knife." The coyote suddenly raised his head again and smiled at Mildew, "Tangba Niu, do you like to use knives?" ”

"I like it!" Mildew cracked his mouth wide, smiled happily, pulled out his BCB scimitar of his choice from his waist, and shook it at the light.

……

Far away in Medellín, Mo Lei sat in front of the glass window of a street-side café, with one hand under the table and a mobile phone in the other to call the Botero estate. On the street, three Indians dressed in characteristic costumes, sitting under large parasols on the side of the street, weaving elaborate handicrafts that attract several white people with backpacks to watch. Across the street, someone was also looking at a few colorful graffiti.

Vaux's voice was a little tired, but he still talked to Mo Lei very politely, "Mr. Mo, I'm really sorry, I had a meeting, you know, not everyone can understand the thinking of a leader. ”

"So, do you still have the desire to talk to me now? We're going to have a time to come soon, do you have any suggestions? Mo Lei took a sip of hot coffee, his eyes fixed on the window.

"In fact, there are similarities between us in terms of practice and guiding philosophy, and I can't deny that, Mr. Mo, you are a person worthy of respect, you have your persistence, and you also have the strength to persevere. But have you thought about it, isn't everything I did meaningful and history-making things? I understand what you need, you want to protect your fellow citizens, and this can be done in the near future, even better than you think, why should you be so stubborn and insist on riding your great future? ”

"Are you done?" Mo Lei also replied with a smile, "So, my dead compatriots are counted like this?" That kid, so counted? Do you mean to trade their deaths for the safety of my fellow citizens, or my own? I can't count this account. After a pause, Mo Lei added, "By the way, there is also Ning Boyuan, Old Man Qian, oh, and the matter of hexavalent chromium ......." ”

"That's enough." Volks' words suddenly interrupted Mo Lei, "Actually, what's the big deal?" The number of staff who die of heart disease is far greater than the number of people who die in their bags, so you don't want to discuss this with me if you have time to read the obituaries in the newspapers. Why don't I send a car to pick you up? We meet and talk again, and we are more intuitive with each other. ”

"Forget it, I'll do it myself."

"There's no need to be hostile."

"It's not hostility, it's prudence. I'm a coward at heart. I prefer to stick to my schedule conscientiously. At 6:30 p.m., I'll show up at the Botero Mansion, and I'll see Juliv and Tina leave in my car, and then I'll walk into the mansion and listen to your sermons. At that time, it was no problem to say whatever you wanted or how to convince me. ”

"You'll have to give me time to check if your USB stick is real." Volks quibbled, "What if you give me a fake one?" What's the use of me keeping you? I have to ask you some questions so we can trust each other. ”

In Vaux's words, the cut-off point of time is an obvious weakness. His guards opened the cast-iron gates, which Juliv could not close until they left. But for Mo Lei, every minute they spent was at risk, if the iron door was closed, even if he could divert the attention of some of the guards after the bomb on the perimeter was detonated, he still couldn't stop them from shooting inside the car. Therefore, Juliv and Tina had no choice but to leave first.

"USB sticks actually mean nothing to you." Mo Lei froze and retorted, "If it's not a USB flash drive at all, it's just a means you use to divert the attention of your competitors." ”

"That's what you think, Mr. Mo." Volks' guns.

"He gives you three minutes, you arrange for the equipment and technicians to wait for me in the concierge room, and let them check first, of course, during this time, the iron door must be left open until my friend leaves."

"No problem, you are a very logical person, a little conservative, I can accept it." Vaux smiled softly, his voice sharp, "Looking forward to your arrival, Mr. Mo." ”

"There's no logic, just try. Mr. Vaux. Before Mo Lei hung up the phone, he also laughed softly, "Then we'll see you later." ”

Carefully tear the bread on the table piece by piece, stuff it in your mouth and chew it slowly. Mo Lei knew that he had to eat something to maintain his strength, and there was still nearly an hour left, and he had to calculate all the details in his mind again.

And, what if Santo doesn't come in the end?

The bread was a little dry and hard, Mo Lei took a sip of coffee and swallowed the bread, and after putting down the cup, he removed his mobile phone and replaced it with a new card, and called Santo's number.

Whether he comes or not, prepare the plan first.

At least I have other backup systems, not to mention leaky, but as long as it is implemented properly, there is still a chance to leave.

If so, what if?

Mo Lei looked down at his work boots and slacks, and grinned.

Later, let's get the right clothes, and if you really want to die here, you have to die neatly and cleanly to meet your brothers.

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