183. A place to hide

There are only a few dozen households in the small town surrounded by mountains, and it is a bit unworthy of the name to call it a small town, but there are real town offices, town post and telecommunications offices, town hospitals, and so on. Most of the residents live in small two-storey buildings with colourful facades that complement the lush street trees and golden peaks. The streets are not clean, not because the sanitation workers are not working, but because it is autumn, and there are always fallen leaves that fall again after the sweepers leave.

The only hospital in the town didn't have a few patients, and the only doctor and the only nurse were both over 120 years old, the doctor was called Monte Carlo, and the nurse liked to be called Madame Monte Carlo - they were a couple, but Dr. Monte Carlo was round and Madame Monte Carlo was like a bamboo pole. Doctors often have to explain to those who come to see them that it is not that they have abused their wife, but that she eats nothing and does not grow meat. Decades of little savings and only living in this run-down town? It's all because he was eaten poor by his wife.

So Dr. Monte Carlo needs money, especially dollars.

The young people in the town have gone out to make money, and those who remain in the town are the elderly and the kind of lazy people who really don't like to go out. None of them noticed that in the early hours of the morning, a gray Volkswagen sedan with four guys with the smell of gunpowder on their bodies jumped into the town, and they drove straight to the small building behind the town hospital and parked in the garage of Dr. Monte Carlo's house.

After listening to the chubby doctor talk about the coyote's situation, Mo Lei and Gao Bing breathed a sigh of relief: fortunately, when Nixon saw the coyote in the basement, he had already helped the coyote's fracture to be relocated. It's a pity that it can't be too obvious at that time, such as triangular scarves and wooden board fixation, but it is also very good, so after doing a simple treatment, the doctor injected the coyote with barbiturates, and after examining the wounds in other parts, he asked Gao Bing to accompany him to rest.

Before leaving, the coyote looked at Nixon for a long time. Nixon waved his hand and grinned with a mouth full of white teeth, "Don't fall in love with me, I still like beautiful women." ”

"Go ahead, go wash and get some good sleep." Mo Lei also laughed and raised his chin at the coyote.

The coyote smiled and motioned for Nixon to come over and hug him. He knew that when he woke up again, he might not be able to see this guy. Thank you is needless to say, Mo Lei has said it several times, so it is enough to remember this person and remember this matter, one day, if Nixon has something, he will go if he knows it.

Nixon's wounds were fine, and Mo Lei's herbs worked well. But seeing the mushy pile, Dr. Monte Carlo cursed and cleaned it up and re-sutured Nixon's wounds. Mo Lei, who was sitting next to him, smiled bitterly, he thought of the doctor in Lotus Village, and wondered if the doctors here like to treat the sick and save people rudely. He didn't know much about Dr. Monte Carlo, except that when he lived with Tina, he changed his medicine twice.

"Where's your Mexican girl? Oh, white rabbit-like Mexican girl, that's probably the most gentle and considerate girl I've ever met. The fat doctor tied the last thread, took off the surgical gloves, and pushed the glasses off the tip of his nose, but he still looked at Mo Lei from above the glasses, and the bare top of his head and the wrinkles on his face were full of smiles.

"I'm back."

Mo Lei replied helplessly, and he saw that Nixon, who was draping the doctor's old clothes over his shoulders, was smiling at him, and his eyes were playful, so he grinned too.

"Mexico City is pretty good." Nixon shrugged.

"Let's talk about the money, you look at it."

The fat doctor packed up his tools, handed Nixon a box of medicines, and turned to leave.

This is the guest room of the doctor's house, very neat and clean, and the furniture is covered with gray cloth, but now it has been lifted aside by Gao Bing. Next to the window, there is a one-and-a-half-meter-long cloth sofa, and on the wall facing the bedside hangs an oil painting of Dr. Monte Carlo and his wife, both of whom are still young.

"How can I repay you?"

After the fat doctor closed the door, Mo Lei asked Nixon who was leaning on the sofa. He sat at the desk on the left hand side of the entrance, and the wooden chair under him looked older than the doctor's, so that he didn't dare to sit down at first, for fear of damaging the artifact.

He was waiting for Nixon's answer, and if Nixon said he wanted the template for printing the banknotes, he would tell him the truth, and he would tell him that if he could find it, or even if Nixon did, he would help Nixon get it back.

Mo Lei is not the creator of the law, let alone its defender. It's just that when fairness and justice are needed, he will choose those who stand on the side of justice.

"Repay me?" Nixon's face was a little sad, but he was still bright, "Then how about saving me once a day?" ”

After finishing speaking, he laughed and said, "Just kidding, people like me are not saved, there are two ways - life and death." But for me it doesn't matter, I'm going to hell anyway. ”

"I believe that you do not have innocent human lives on your hands." Mo Lei said sincerely.

"It's hard to say, and I can't say for sure." Nixon's face was full of indifference, "It's just, before I need to get rid of a certain cargo — sorry, I call them cargo, well, I'll look into it, and I'll pray that it will be my appetite." ”

"Where are you going next? I know you're tired and want to rest right now, but I'm thinking that you might leave without saying goodbye, so ......, of course, you and I, we don't really want to know each other's plans, sorry! ”

As he spoke, he picked up the bottle on his desk and shook it at Nixon. It was a bottle of gin, presumably used by the doctor to 'entertain guests', and would be counted in the medical bill.

Nixon shook his head, "I don't like alcohol. ”

"Don't you need alcohol to celebrate your goals after you're done?" Although Mo Lei said this, he put the wine bottle back in its place, and then poured half a glass of hot water for Nixon and handed it over.

"There are many ways to celebrate. Alcohol erodes a person's brain. Nixon took the hot water and nodded in thanks, pondered for a while, looked at Mo Lei and said, "I haven't actually been to China, but I know some Chinese from other countries, and I really have a good impression of Chinese, and you are always very hard working and united." ”

"If you can't unite your own people in a foreign land, who can you unite?" Mo Lei smiled, "In our country, there will also be intrigues and intrigues, but the Chinese are very strange, and the people here are always very contradictory and awkward." Obviously, everyone is competing for fame and fortune, but they are not necessarily willing to sell anything; Obviously, everyone is greedy for life and afraid of death in their hearts, but there is blood in their hearts, waiting to be triggered by the outside world one day. ”

"Do you mean Chinese in the Chinese community?" Nixon sensitively sensed Mo Lei's emotion. As a well-planned and thoughtful killer, he had already guessed that the reason why the coyote fell off the cliff must have been reported by someone.

"Not necessarily, a lot of us have that." Mo Lei's somewhat negative eyes suddenly lit up again, "I'm actually very fortunate to have grown up in such an ethnic group, with the same black hair, eyes, and the same language, and they have worked together to get to where we are today." ”

"Yes, your brothers, they are all very good, I envy them." Nixon stretched on the couch and looked up at the ceiling, "When you are alone, you don't trust everyone." When I was in the port, I saw that you could work hard for each other, and I felt that there were trustworthy people around me, which was good. ”

"Because they are comrades, brothers in life and death." Mo Lei sat up straight.

"I'm sorry, you were once professional soldiers? Or what intelligence unit is it? ”

"Yes, in the army for some years." Mo Lei thought about it, but nodded and replied, he felt that he should not deceive the friend in front of him again.

"Sorry, I was a bit abrupt." Nixon retracted his gaze from the ceiling and looked at Mo Lei, "Chinese soldiers, very powerful!" ”

"We were the worse of the kind, so we retired."

"I'm sorry for the Bernikin family. At that time, Volks's search for me, I didn't take the order, if I did, the child and the woman would not die. Of course, if I take the order, I'm afraid we will also become enemies of life and death. I'm glad I didn't become enemies with you, but friends. ”

"How can you say I'm sorry." Mo Lei smiled bitterly, he thought of the little girl again, wearing a pink skirt, holding a rag doll, calling herself 'Susu' inarticulately, and her hands clenched unconsciously.

"You are a whole whole, and that is enough to defeat everything." After Nixon said this, he tried to wear the doctor's clothes on his body, but the body size was too different from the doctor's, and it is no exaggeration to say that the sleeves of the clothes could be tucked into Nixon's body.

"Only, are they worth the effort you have to do like this? Don't even want your life, put these people in place who have nothing to do with you? ”

Nixon said as he got dressed, then looked at it and laughed. Mo Lei first looked at Nixon's figure, then picked up the backpack he had originally placed in the car from his feet, took out a long-sleeved T-shirt from it and threw it to Nixon.

"New, the tag and logo are cut off, and it suits you."

"Thank you."

Mo Lei continued the topic just now, and he suddenly had the desire to talk,

"Because although you can speak Chinese and know some Chinese, you still don't know Chinese."

"It has been said that there are three traditions in Asia that can last until the destruction of the planet: the Great Bear State's territorial ambitions, the dancing country's insistence on the caste system, and the Chinese's obsession with national unity. In the bone marrow of the Chinese, they always believe that this place should be a complete country, which has not changed for thousands of years, and no matter how many times it is divided, it will always be unified into one country in the end. This kind of concept is deeply rooted in the bone marrow and cannot be understood by people outside China. ”

"The feelings of the older generation for their family and country are the kind of desperate protection and defense in their bones, and the love of that generation for their compatriots is also unquestioningly friendly and tolerant, so you will see Chinatown, you will see Chinese communities, and you will see people with different accents Chinese who depend on each other for life and death. I began to think that young people would be different, they would be lazy, and they would lose the concept of their home and country, but that instinct for their home and country was still sincere, but it was just a little subtle, and if one day they needed to carry guns into battle, for the sake of the motherland, I think most of them would give up their current superior conditions and return to the battlefield. Of course, hopefully there will never be a day. ”

"You say, isn't such a person worthy of our lives to protect?"

"We preach justice and bravery every day, but what is justice? What is bravery? Courage is not about killing enemies, nor is it just about defending the borders that exist on the map, and in many cases, there is only one just reason for being brave - and that is to protect innocents from harm. And here and now, we are their last bastion. ”

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