164, the dead old gangster

In Mexico City you can find some of the best shopping malls and hotels in South America, as well as cheap hotels in the slums. The slums here stretch for dozens of miles, and the security management in the depths is very poor, neither the police nor taxis dare to go deep into it, but male tourists from all over the world like to come here, and hundreds of thousands of tourists pour into the slums every year, mainly male tourists, and their purpose is not to enjoy the scenery and experience life.

Sanchez once told Murray that it was a place where all negative desires — whether guns, drugs or pretty girls — would be cheap here.

Mo Lei has no need for everything, the only thing he needs is to be able to find a place to hide in a place that quickly blends in, no one investigates, and no one cares, then this area is the best choice.

The cramped rooms of the small hotel are hot and humid, the small bathrooms are dimly lit, there is an open mineral water and half-nibbled bread on the bedside table, and a 17-inch black-and-white TV hangs on the wall opposite the bed. Mo Lei moved the 90-centimeter-wide iron frame bed a little, leaving a half-meter gap between the wall and the iron frame bed. However, the nightmare that had not appeared for a long time suddenly entered his dream like a tide, and in the dream, he saw a bloody explosion, coyote and Zhou Rui supporting each other, and their faces were covered with blood.

The heavy nothingness suppressed Mo Lei, and he struggled desperately, waving his left hand in the air, slamming it against the wall on the left, and then sat up, sweating profusely, holding the dagger tightly in his right hand. Outside the window, the dark red light indicated that it was not yet dawn, and he looked at his watch, and the number on the dark green digital display was 3.48 points.

3:48 a.m.

The stuffy room emitted a pungent musty smell and other stench, and Mo Lei touched his T-shirt—his back was already soaked, and it was very sticky and uncomfortable. He sat up from the floor and steadied himself before remembering where he was.

Put down the dagger in your hand, wipe the sweat from your forehead, go to the narrow window and push the hinge window open a gap to look out, there are still people under the dim street lamp, the alley is full of cars parked on the side of the road, reducing the already narrow road to a path for only three people to walk side by side, the shadow on the sidewalk is like a monster with a huge mouth, a motorcycle carries three people through the alley, the lights sometimes disappear and sometimes appear.

It's like a psychedelic world.

Putting down the hinge, Mo Lei took off the T-shirt on his body, walked into the bathroom shirtless and rinsed his face with cold water, there was no mirror in the room, but he knew that his face must be very haggard now. He was thinking about what happened in the dream, but after waking up, some of the fragmented plots in the dream were not remembered clearly, except for the two faces full of blood, which were always dangling in front of him.

Nothing will happen.

Zhou Rui is in Lotus Village, which is an isolated place. There are Vasido, Sida, and the old fox Zhou Rui.

Coyotes are in the Chinese community, and according to his own words, they live alone in seclusion more than ten kilometers away from the plantation, and it is rare to see people. There are Wang Yuwei, Geng Yun, and Liu Da and a group of people there, and the early warning system is also very well set up, so it will be fine.

Suppressing his nervousness, Mo Lei took out the package from under the sheet on the bed, took out a dry and clean T-shirt from it and changed it, then put on a hooded jacket, tied the fighting dagger around his waist, and stuffed the rucksack into the strap under the bed board - a small trap was set here, and there was actually nothing in the bag.

After dressing himself up, Mo Lei looked at his watch again: 4:10 in the morning.

The corridors and stairwells were covered with dirty carpets that couldn't be seen clearly, and Mo Lei didn't know what the point of doing this was, but he walked quietly down the aisles and down the stairs in the early hours of the morning to understand the good intentions of the store owner - someone came in and left, and in the case of a broken camera, the shopkeeper didn't know what was going on.

In the hall on the first floor, the small window of the red light has been locked with a small sliding iron door, but the light still stubbornly shines through the gap. At the top of the small window is written in English and Spanish: "Please ring the bell if you have something." There is a long arrow drawn behind the letters, and it can be seen that the guy who draws the arrow must be a soul painter, and the half-meter-long arrow is drawn a hundred times like a mountain stream, and the direction of the arrow is pointed, the bell has been broken, and only an empty shell remains, which is alone in the wall, like a bloody scar.

Pushing open the dilapidated raw-edged glass door, the wind chimes on the door frame shook slightly, and Mo Lei reached out to grab it. The smell of water droplets and dampness seeped into the air, and he straightened his clothes, tied the rope under his hood, and looked left and right, and the light from the street lamp was cast down, and when it hit the shadows, the light was sucked in, and the shadows of the black seemed to be full of danger.

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As a gangster, Corrigan does have something to be proud of, 46 years old has been mixed for nearly 30 years, and there is not a single scar on his body. It's not that Corrigan always runs away, on the contrary, Corrigan always pounces on the front a lot of the time, but it's like God is possessed - the bullet and the knife are always a little away from his body. But although Corrigan avoided death, he was depressed in other aspects, such as until now, he couldn't get out of this street, and he could only take a few brothers to guard more than 20 prostitutes, and Corrigan couldn't get involved in other businesses, and once he participated in other businesses without permission, he would die.

Gail had known Corrigan many years ago, and he had a crush on the old gangster, and thought that this kind of man was probably the only one in the movies - loyal and true to his word. This quality may not be able to become a hero, but it must be a brother. It's a pity that Gail was still young at the time and didn't have much time to deal with Corrigan, but even in this case, when Gail came back to find Corrigan, the latter did not hesitate to agree to help. Of course, Gail also paid a lot of money for it.

He had heard that Corrigan had never been married, and the reason stemmed from his resentment at reality and his silent cry and rebellion against the world that was about to be destroyed. But Gail wondered, in that case, why did Corrigan need so many dollars? However, he didn't have much curiosity about it, as long as the other party cooperated with him loyally.

Corrigan was faithfully keeping his word, and six of his men were still watching suspicious people on the streets in the early hours of the morning, while Corrigan himself and three other men were lying in their modest but spacious apartment, each sleeping with a girl in their arms. Corrigan's purpose for treating brothers is very simple, money and beauty go together, there are very few disobedient people, and some words will disappear silently. He doesn't like to live too high-profile and knows the true meaning of life very thoroughly, so when everyone thinks that Corrigan is God's protector, only he understands what is going on.

The phone rang out very inopportunely, especially frightening in the quiet of the night. Corrigan reached out and grabbed the phone almost as soon as it rang, then pressed the call button. Whoever it is, there must have been something going on when they call so late. That's Corrigan's second purpose – to never leave a handle in the hands of someone else.

"Corrigan, I saw a man, a lot like the one you said, but not the same skin color and hair."

The call came from one of Corrigan's subordinates outside, a very responsible person, who was considered Corrigan's cousin, named Ruvi.

"What about people?"

"I asked Crewe to follow, I was on the sidewalk on his left, and just now I passed by the street lamp and the other party lit a fire and smoked, and Crewe saw his appearance clearly."

"You wait for me to come, don't do it yet." Corrigan hung up the phone, put on his clothes, picked up the pistol on the bedside table, thought for a moment and found a spare magazine in a drawer and stuffed it into his pocket. The woman on the bed woke up, but she just rolled over and continued to close her eyes. After all, she's just Corrigan's product, so dare you ask.

Calling another subordinate, or bodyguard, the two of them hurried down the lodgings and on their motorcycles, Korrigan clutching his pistol in his hand and guarding carefully: although the neighborhood was nominally given to him, it was not wrong to be cautious. He was a cautious man.

It had only been drizzling and the streets were empty except for people who had to work at night. The rain soaked the streets, and between the paving stones, small puddles gathered, and then the light from the street lamps on the side of the road reflected again, emitting thousands of bright lights, and bursts of damp wind carried the rainwater, blowing out of the gaps between the houses, shaking the sparkling water.

The motorcycle was still six or seven hundred meters away from the area Ruwe was talking about, and Corrigan asked the bodyguards to drop the car on the side of the road, and the two men trotted along the shadows on both sides of the road. Corrigan remembered that Gail had said that the man only needed to find him and make a phone call in exchange for a large sum of money, ten times more than what Gale had to give. It was a very blood-burning number, and Corrigan thought that it was worth such a large sum of money, and that this man must not be easy, so he made the call after Gale left, and he was a cautious man.

Sure enough, the person on the phone said that it was true, but he told Corrigan that the death or life of this person would not affect the collection of money, but if the person was alive, the price could be increased a little. So Corrigan repeatedly stressed to his opponent that he had to catch it alive, but he could break his leg. But he was afraid that Lu Wei's brains were overly eroded by heroin, and it would be a pity to kill him.

Ahead of you past an architecturally unusual building, and then turn left uphill to find where Ruwe is now, where there is a 24-hour convenience store owned by Corrigan, who also has a man, and at this time, Ruwe reports that the man has entered the store. There was some joy in Lu Wei's voice, and the wealth he threw himself into the net could be exchanged for many things he wanted.

As I passed the building, the double doors suddenly creaked open. Frightened, Corrigan, who was immersed in the battle thinking of waiting for a while, hurriedly turned around, hid in the corner, and pointed his gun at the door with both hands. He saw the old black man who was guarding the house coming out of the doorway, carrying two garbage bags in his hand, and staggering out of the yard. Corrigan closed his eyes and cursed inwardly, put down his pistol, and prepared to continue turning back and rushing towards the convenience store.

A cold hand suddenly came from behind him and grabbed Corrigan's mouth, and then a cold and tingling sensation came from his throat, and his intuition told him that it was the blade of a dagger. Corrigan didn't dare to speak, he didn't dare to make a sound, but his eyes were purring, and the pistol in his hand was thrown or clutched.

He saw his bodyguard, lying on the waterlogged ground, holding his throat with both hands and twitching a few times before he stopped.

A voice spoke softly in his ear, and his tone was like ice.

"Who are you? Why are you tracking me. ”

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