131, the mountain rain is coming

City of Juarez, Mexico.

Even in the glittering city centre, the streets are bleak after 12 a.m. There were still people on the streets, but everyone's eyes were shining green, and the occasional passer-by was wrapped up in clothes and hurried away. In the darkness where the light does not shine, there are also people curled up on the ground and shivering, one hand half-open to the sky, as if asking for a gift from heaven. Heavily armed police officers turned a blind eye to the midnight crowd roaming the streets. Next to the modern and arrogant high-rise buildings are precarious dilapidated houses, like the intersection of history.

Close to the 45-storey Mennonite Plaza Hotel on Lakeland Boulevard, the lavishly decorated ground floor is still peaceful with the singing and dancing of the birds, and the guests sit in the bar and chat. Vaux in a white linen shirt and light brown linen trousers. Turan and his little lover Slayley sat in the corner of the dining room, the tableware on the table was cleaned, and only a half-bottle of whiskey and red wine leaning in the ice bucket remained, three wine glasses, and the amber red wine reflected Slaylie's delicate makeup face in the goblet, but the face was a little uneasy.

At another table next to them, "Tomahawk" Gordon was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a silver suitcase and a glass of mineral water on the left side of the table in front of him, and a small mobile phone in his left hand. The other bodyguards were scattered around the corner, seemingly idle, but secretly vigilant.

Directly across from Vaux, a 60-inch television set sits on a wooden bracket and is broadcasting a boxing match, and now it's only the second round, and the Voks fighter is wearing blue shorts with white stripes, and now looks visibly overwhelmed, being hit in the face by his opponent's left hand hook and his right uppercut in the chin, and is crumbling when the second round ends.

The expressionless Vaux took a sip of the square glass on the table, and the glass in his glass was a small batch of vintage bourbon, and for red wine, it could only be said that he occasionally accompanied the little lover to take a sip. But he is not in the mood now, if his fighter fails this time, in addition to the loss of money, he will not even be eligible to participate in the finals.

Slaily looked around boredly, took a sip from her glass, and was about to speak, but saw her man raise his chin, and she looked back to see Gordon walking over with his phone in his hand. Slaly winked at the man playfully, "Honey, I need to touch up my makeup." ”

Nodding wordlessly, a smile appeared on Vaux's face, and he pointed to the seat next to him, "Brother, sit down and talk." ”

"I wonder if we can arrange air support." Gordon didn't sit down, his body straight. He has always been like this to his boss, and he has been like this to all the financiers. But this is precisely one of the reasons why Vaux likes him, after all, he has seen a lot of groveling, and it is also a pleasing thing to have a subordinate who does not treat himself as Satan.

"In addition to your team, I have also arranged a combat team, thirty people, to work in my manor, and you are afraid that they will run away? Is there something wrong with your people? Or is there something wrong with your tactics? Volks, holding it to his lips, smiled at the corners of his mouth.

It was a precursor to his anger.

"I'm going to be worried, it's hard to keep a good plan, if they escape again this time, they won't have such a good chance." Gordon didn't care about the signs before the storm, and continued to elaborate on his thoughts.

"You go ahead and arrange it." Vaux took a sip of his wine.

A man who doesn't know how to control himself often can't control the overall situation. Vokes often pushes himself, and ordinary people will never understand what the emperor is thinking, and this is the result that Vokes needs.

"Okay." Gordon nodded, lowered his head and sent a set of text messages on his phone, and was about to turn around and leave, when he was stopped by Vokes.

"Why don't you sit with me for a while?"

"I don't want to interfere with your conversation with Ms. Slaylie."

"Oh my God, what do I have to talk to her, sit down."

The waiter, who was watching not far away, quickly brought an empty cup, and Vaux pointed to his square cup, and the waiter nodded apologetically, but was stopped by Gordon raising his hand.

"Just give me a glass of water."

"Sir?" The waiter looked at Vaux in embarrassment.

"Let him do it." Vaux nodded, and when the waiter turned to leave, he turned his head to look at Gordon, his eyes warm, "Gordon, are you always so cautious and don't you get tired?" ”

"Vaux, I'm careful, so you don't have to be cautious." The muscles on Gordon's face twitched to show his smile, and then he looked down at the phone that suddenly vibrate, the text message was a string of numbers, but Gordon understood that it was the time of departure and the estimated time of arrival.

"My dear, I ...... Can I sit back? ”

Slayley walked out of the bathroom hallway accompanied by bodyguards, removing the purple scarf she was draping on, her bare shoulders and slender thighs, her fingers running over Vaux's shoulders.

"Sit down." Vaux took Slaylie's hand, his lips brushed lightly on the back of his hand, and then looked at Gordon again, "You're not kidding, relax, Gordon, we don't need to live in tension all the time." ”

"It's my job, Volks." Gordon nodded without humility or arrogance.

"I'll tell you a joke." Slaylie leaned half-back on the couch with one hand on Vaux's lap, and she saw Vaux absent-mindedly glance at the TV screen, where the third round of the boxing match began, and Vaux's fighter, the black fighter named White, didn't look very good, his left leg shaking.

Without waiting for the two men to express their opinions, Slailey hurriedly pointed to the TV screen and asked with a smile, "Why do white people like to name themselves Blake, while black people like to call themselves white?" After saying that, he laughed first.

"Honey, you're so witty." The muscles in Vaux's face twitched, and he raised his glass to Slayly. Gordon didn't know where the joke was at all, but in order to cater to this woman who was good for nothing but facial features and figure, Gordon symbolically twitched the corners of his mouth, and also nodded appreciatively as Vaux.

When White was knocked to the ground by a combination of punches from the opposing fighter and the referee began to count the seconds, Vokes finally couldn't stand it. He pointed to the TV and looked at Gordon, his face full of helplessness and anger, "Work, this kind of person's work ......." ”

"I see."

"What do you understand? Gordon, you're not Victor's muscular guy, I mean, such a fighter is actually my man, I'm ashamed, but my shame doesn't mean I'm going to kill him, you know? ”

"He's only 22 years old, he's strong, he just needs a better chance to train, give him a new coach, don't let him indulge in spirits and women, and he should have an easy fight against an opponent like today." After Gordon finished speaking, he took a sip of water and looked down at his phone again, which was still a string of numbers.

"I knew you had a vision." Vaux grinned and finished the glass of liquor in one gulp. The smile on his face was completely different from the smile on Slayley's, sincere, warm, and full of affinity.

"I have to ......." Gordon nodded in acknowledgment of Vaux's compliment, and held up his phone, indicating that he had something to do. But Volks' hand was raised and told him to sit down first.

"I know about you, it's nothing more than Sasa failing again? Air support hasn't arrived yet? It doesn't matter, this person can't run away, and the Russians won't let him go. I have some other things that I would like to discuss with you. Vaux turned his head and looked at Slayly, "Honey, go back and take a shower and think about how we're going to spend the long night, okay?" ”

Without waiting for Slaley to say anything, Vaux made a gesture, and the bodyguard who had escorted Slayly to the bathroom just now walked over, Slayley stood up and kissed Vox on the face before turning around and leaving with the bodyguard.

In this city, Slaly didn't dare to be coquettish or do anything to upset Vaux, the "City of Beasts", even if Vaux himself came over, he was cautious, and he was polite to deal with those customers. And Slaily knew that Volks' mood was bad tonight, and at this time, it was wise to let men do what they wanted.

"Do you know what my poor nephew bought from Valenko?" Looking at another boxing match on TV that had just begun, Vaux asked abruptly.

"We Germanic people have a famous saying that even the most sacred friendships may have secrets lurking." Gordon suppressed the anxiety in his heart, the text message on his phone was not good news, but it was ambiguous, and he needed an answer urgently.

"Beethoven." Vaux smiled and gave a thumbs up, "Great composer, words are so intriguing. ”

The two perfectly bypassed the story about the dead ghost Will. Turan's secret, but Vaux didn't intend to let Gordon go, he had something on his mind, and he really wanted to talk to Gordon. Of course, Vaux knew from beginning to end that Gordon had always been in contact with the shadow behind him, but he didn't care about it, no matter who it was, he didn't dare to mess around without knowing his hole cards, not to mention that the shadow behind him still had too much to rely on him.

"The affairs of the Chinese community can be postponed a little longer, half a month, and the documents will come down. Restrain your people, especially Victor, it is said that they have suffered and suffered in Caracas, you should keep an eye on it, and you must not attack anyone in the community head-on, otherwise, even if we get the land, it will not be easy to do things, understand? ”

"Okay Vaux, I agree with you."

"In addition, the factories in the mountains will increase shipments. Don't worry about pollution things, these things are the government's problems, what does it have to do with us? Right? Adam's pharmaceutical factory needs raw materials, we need finished products ourselves, we can't be too kind, Gordon, every penny we pay is earned. ”

"I understand, Volks." Gordon nodded.

"Victor the knife, it's your man, understand?" Vaux blinked, raising the cup in his hand. "I'm getting more and more interested in Mo Lei, if Sasa fails again this time, then, find a way to let Mo Lei know how much money he needs, as much as he wants."

"I'm afraid it's difficult, if he just needs money, there should be too many ways to get it quickly." Gordon also raised the water glass in his hand and touched it with Vaux, his face embarrassed.

"Then you can see what you do." Vaux nodded understandingly, "But don't use kindergarten methods anymore." ”

He didn't tell Gordon that the people he was going to meet tonight would most likely raise the issue of the transfer station and the finished product processing plant, but in fact, the land in the Chinese community needed to be brought forward more than expected. But Volks' knowledge of when and under what circumstances can put pressure on his subordinates, it is not that he has to shout to kill to be afraid, sometimes the appropriate gentleness and leniency will make people even more afraid.

Several drunken men came in through the side door of the bar, speaking loudly, and one of them staggered to the bar, his gun hilt peeking out from under his dirty leather waistcoat.

Volks' bodyguards stood up from the corner, but they saw two strong men with short hair suddenly rush out of the bar, and they walked up to the drunks and seemed to whisper something, and the drunks suddenly became very conscious, and fled for their lives.

After the hiccup, the bar returned to tranquility. Robertson's deep, deep voice echoed through the bar, and a man in an expensive suit swirled onto the dance floor with his female companion in a drunken hug.

Peaceful and tranquil.

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