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Huilan Province, known as the province that produces the best coffee in the world, has a 240-kilometer radius of the Tataco Desert, which is very famous in South America, and is very beautiful due to the change in geological structure. It's scorching heat during the day and cool at night, and a large constellation of stars shines in the purple sky, as if you can pluck it with your outstretched hand.

A group of half-grown children, accompanied by a few parents, traveled from North America to stargaze in Ferro, the most prosperous town on the edge of the desert. But it wasn't until the first night of the trip that Paul, the father of one of his children, realized that he didn't have a communication device with him—he and another gentleman were going on a desert ride and needed a communicator a little longer.

Under the guidance of the innkeeper, he knew that there was a good telecommunications equipment store in the town, and the owner was good at tinkering with radio equipment and the like, and although the fee was a bit expensive, the things that passed through the owner's hands could even be collected. Paul was very interested, after all, he came from a very wealthy country, and he personally admired the principle of spending money to get things done, so he decided to go and see it that night.

Soon he regretted running to the telecommunications store, and although he returned to the hotel unscathed, he returned to his hometown with the child the next day. Of course, in the years that followed, he told that story to others countless times, but few people believed it, after all, everyone knew that Paul liked to brag.

The communication equipment store is located in the grocery street of Ferro Town, the street is located in the westernmost part of the town, and the southern section is an elegant and prosperous garden, and the western section is diametrically opposed. This street is famous for a radius of several hundred miles, because as long as you have money, most things can be bought here.

Before Paul set out, he drank a cup of Huilan coffee at a Gothic café at the entrance of the street, the cultivation conditions in the Huilan province are very good, but the cultivation infrastructure of the coffee cultivation farm and the surrounding conditions is not very developed, and the green bean drying equipment or washing processing facilities are not perfect, so the coffee produced is also different. His cup of coffee had a strong taste, but it was slightly sour, but he didn't care, he just wanted to drink it. Then when the lights were on, Shi Shiran shook into the street.

Tall and muscular, Paul came from the bustling city of North America and considered himself a man of insight. Along the way, he admired the strange graffiti on the walls on both sides of the road, and carefully avoided the people who sold him things—guns, marijuana, cocaine, and little girls with him, and even told him that if he didn't like them, the little boy was fine.

Undeterred by this circumstance, Paul politely and politely declined them one by one, and walked through the path paved with volcanic stones to the very end of the street for groceries. The communication equipment store was located in the innermost part, and he walked in to take a look, and the store was very small, with two shops connected together, the one on the left was closed, and a courtyard separated the two shops from the other houses.

He walked into the lighted shop on the right, which was about 30 square meters, divided into two sections, with a shop on the outside, a cloth curtain hanging in the passage on the inside and outside, and a toilet next to the passage. Through the curtain, the bed inside is faintly visible, and the inside has probably been converted into a residence, which seems to be a bit cramped in this room. Paul thinks that the locked one next door must be the kitchen and living room, which is rare in the area, because the shops here are almost always rented out one by one.

A puppy with a thermometer barked twice as Paul walked inside and said 'welcome' in Spanish. He saw a unique Buddhist shrine placed on the right side of the door, and there were three pillars of incense curling on the incense burner, but the Buddha shrine was not offered to the Western Buddha, but a few tablets without words. The clean and tidy ground is very different from the chaotic streets, and the smell of sandalwood wafts indoors, which is very good.

On the left side is a shelf made of rough wood, which is empty. Behind the shelves is a strip of bookshelf with some electronic components on the shelves, a few tattered mobile phones thrown on it, a very comfortable looking sofa behind the shelves, and a coffee table behind the sofa, coffee pots and neatly stacked bags of coffee beans on the wooden floor.

The curtain on the door to the inside was lifted, and the man was probably the shopkeeper here, speaking in a hoarse and cold voice, "No business tonight, sorry." ”

The male who came out from under the curtain was not tall, should be around 179, and looked a little lean. But the thick black eyebrows rose straight up, like two machetes flying left and right, the hair combed back into a ponytail, revealing a broad forehead, the bridge of the nose was high and straight, the eyes were narrow, and the thick and curly beard covered half of the face, giving people the feeling of not a person tossing communication electronic components, but like an artist or something. But the eyes are gloomy and make people shudder.

"Oh? What the? Paul was a little confused for a moment.

"I said, no business tonight." The shopkeeper's voice was still flat, and he was not impatient, but he conveyed his meaning very intuitively. He wears a long-sleeved shirt that is slightly wide on him, and his hands hang quietly at his sides.

"Oh, that's fine, I just need to ......" Paul smiled, trying to explain his intentions, he had to keep smiling to suppress his unhappiness, after all, this was in a foreign land, if it was in his own country, he would probably roar.

Paul had a tattoo on his back and a tattoo on his left arm, and in his country, that tattoo meant something to be feared.

"Let's go." The hoarse voice raised slightly.

"Are you telling me to hurry away? Wolf? Aardwolf?? ”

Paul was just about to show himself as a citizen of a great country, when a shrill voice suddenly sounded at the door, a thick nasal voice with mockery in it.

Paul turned around and saw a tall, bald head walking into the storefront, behind him, two men on the left and on the right, more like iron towers, three strong men with bare heads, Spanish characters tattooed on their foreheads and chins, still wearing only a tight vest at night in the desert, and the muscles on their exposed skin were knotted and carved with strange lines.

As soon as the three of them walked into the store, the already cramped space seemed even more crowded.

"Papa"! The shopkeeper, known as the coyote, turned back to the bedroom and whispered, his voice more violent than before. A tall and thin man who was more than 190 centimeters tall opened the curtain and walked out, but the hesitant and nervous look on his face did not match his height.

The tall man looked down at the shopkeeper, who was much shorter than him, looked up at the three strong men at the door, and said to the bearded one in the middle, "Koenig, the coyote just asked me to come and have a look, and I won't participate." ”

Koenig raised his hand and stroked his neatly trimmed beard, the huge stainless steel wrench in his hand glistening, "Sheriff Papa, you just act like a normal local, although you are a guy who is neither a man nor a woman, but I now admit that you are a man." “

The two guys behind him laughed, and the face of the sheriff Papa turned even pale, but his eyes flashed, and he still bowed his head, not daring to reply.

Paul's mouth was wide open in surprise, and he looked at the so-called sheriff, and then at the strong men with tattoos like clothes, and knew that he had to leave. He nodded at the shopkeeper, "I'm sorry, sir, then I won't disturb your conversation, I'll come back another day." With that, he turned and walked out.

Koenig didn't speak, and the strong man behind him to the left sneered, "Americans? You're here, right? You can't leave now, and no one can leave until we leave. ”

As he spoke, the guy pulled a sharp finger knife out of his pocket and put it on his hand.

Paul flinched back, a urge of urine between his legs.

Paul looked at the shopkeeper dumbfounded, and the shopkeeper looked at him and nodded helplessly, still keeping his hands down, and spoke to Koenig in his voice, "Koenig, just a guest, let him go." ”

"Coyote, you owe me a total of 1 year of protection money, plus interest, a total of 100 million pesos. You injured my brother last time, and the medical expenses were 10 million pesos, and you can give me 120 million pesos together with interest. I'll come here myself today, and if you don't want to, I'll burn your shop and kill you to feed the pigs." Good no good? I respect you as a 'foreigner', but I'm very angry that you're a 'foreigner' who doesn't respect me. ”

König ignored the shopkeeper's coyote's plea, and instead stood forward, pulled out a Beletta pistol with his backhand and shook it in front of Paul's forehead, "American? Let you see our Colombian underworld, who is more powerful than yours. ”

"Papa, I asked you to come to testify." The shopkeeper coyote looked at Koenig, but his words were addressed to Sheriff Papa.

Papa looked at the coyote and then at Koenig, and he didn't believe that the coyote was sure to kill all the people and restore peace to the tourist town. He knew that in addition to the three fierce gods in the room, there must be more than a dozen strong men with knives and guns waiting at the door, and as long as Koenig shouted, the bungalow would be torn to shreds in minutes.

Koenig easily tap-danced in place, the muzzle of his gun arcing in the air, "Give you 5 seconds, 1, 2, 3 ......" ”

"Don't count." The coyote interrupted Koenig's shrill voice.

"Huh? Okay, know the times. Koenig stopped dancing and lit the coyote with his gun with some regret, "It's not fun, if you promise me, I won't be able to kill you, outside-people." ”

"I mean ......." As soon as the coyote was about to answer, the strong man on Koenig's right walked straight to the unique Buddhist altar, stretched out his hand and shook the unsturdy Buddhist altar, and the tablets on it shook a few times before falling down.

The coyote's narrow eyes flashed fiercely, and he didn't bother to help the fallen spirit cards, but said to Koenig with a slight sneer, "I mean, how can I give it to you?" ”

His voice has not fallen, and the person has moved.

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