189, mysterious figures

A man in a white shirt and a black suit walked towards Mo Lei, wearing a baseball cap on top of his head that did not match his outfit, and a few strands of light-colored hair were showing under the hat, like clusters of malnourished plants emerging from barren land. It wasn't until he approached the car that Mo Lei noticed that the man's skin was almost red, and he was also severely peeling, and there was a conspicuous acne on his nose. He has a small device pinned to his waist and a black headphone in his left ear. He wears a pair of large sunglasses that cover his eyes completely.

When he saw this person coming, Mo Lei felt uneasy. It's not the dangerous uneasiness, it's the strange and strange sensations that make him uneasy.

The windows were open, and the brim of the hat Mo Lei was wearing was low. His left elbow rested on the window edge, his right hand pressed the barrel of the gun against the car door, and he looked faintly at the man who walked by. A subtle 'click' sound behind him came to my ears, and it was the sound of a coyote loading a pistol.

"Someone wants to see you."

The man walked to a meter away from the car window and stopped, standing in place, his head bowed a little crampedly, his left foot rubbing on the ground, like a child who had done something wrong. But Mo Lei knew that things were far from what he saw, so he kept his posture still and asked as if he didn't hear clearly.

"What do you say? I didn't hear me, could you come over and talk a little bit? ”

"Mo Lei, Mr. Mo. And the Zhao Lang behind you, Mr. Zhao. The strange man spoke in a flat voice with a strange accent.

"What a great character." Mo Lei exclaimed, the teasing tone was probably understandable to everyone, he glanced in the rearview mirror, the coyote was already looking in the other direction, and his narrow eyes were full of cruelty.

"Just, who are you? Who is the big guy I want to meet? Besides, can't you just come over and talk? ”

"I'm standing in this angle for your own good." The man laughed twice, but it was as stiff as if he had pronounced the word 'hehe', "From this angle, no one can see that I am talking to you, isn't it taking care of you." ”

"You're so kind, but why are you so nice to me? Are we related? Mo Lei grabbed the trigger with his fingers, feeling the pressure of the trigger and the firing device, "In fact, the distance you stand at will make people's hands itch, such as shooting a bullet into your chest." ”

"Fifteen minutes later, you go to Saumurstrasse, and there is a restaurant called 'Relatives', with red walls, black wooden doors, and fuchsia windows. Someone will be there waiting for you. Mr. Mo, this is a good thing for you, don't be able to use your tongue, it is easy to bring about death. ”

"What a classic quote."

Mo Lei suddenly put down the pistol and clapped his hands within the man's sight. The man was stunned when he saw this, and just wanted to turn around and make a move, but he was hit hard behind his ear, the man's head was tilted to the side, and his body was paralyzed, but he was hugged from behind by the high soldier who quickly reached out and hugged him. The coyote in the Toyota opened the car door the moment Gao Bing stretched out his hand, and Gao Bing put one hand on the strange man, as if he was hugging a drunk friend, and first stuffed the other party's body into the car and sat down himself. And because the coyote was injured in his right arm, he was afraid that this guy would fight back after waking up and affect Gao Bing's performance, so he simply sat in the passenger seat.

Mo Lei quickly started the car and left in the direction of the fork in the road to the east, where there was an open space, and he needed to talk to his brothers about what to do with this guy, and also, see or not.

"Boss, who the is this? Sneaky? ”

Gao Bing shook his hand, and it was like hitting the leather just now, although it stunned the person, but the knuckles were a little uncomfortable. The man was slippery, like oil-stained cowhide.

"I don't know." Mo Lei repeated what the other party said to Gao Bing, "How is it?" Do you want to take a trip? ”

"What if it's a trap?" The coyote said worriedly, the pain and tenderness just now were left behind by him, and only the safety of his brother occupied his entire mind at the moment.

"If it was Volks, I think it would have been a direct shot. Moreover, if you can find us here, it proves that we are already behind us. The one who has been following us and hasn't made a move, I think I'm afraid it's the Treasury guys, and Vokes shouldn't have so much energy. Gao Bing also said worriedly, he knew the pervasive energy of those people.

"Let's go for it." Mo Lei made the final decision, "But how to deal with this guy?" Coyote, are you sure you can get him? I'm thinking, you stay and watch this guy, I'll go and meet with the other party, and the Bull Demon King will be in charge of answering. ”

"It's going to be okay with the Monsters, right? Could someone have already gone over to control him? Then we will be passive. The coyote thought a little more complicated, and as he spoke, he pulled out a satellite phone, one of the pieces of equipment that Nixon had given them, from the storage box.

"Okay, Bull Demon King, tie up this guy, tie up a little bit. Coyote, I'll find a place for you to watch him. The Bull Demon King sent me over. Tell Warcraft that if someone approaches, shoot it, and we have three layers of protection outside, and there will definitely be an alarm if someone approaches. ”

"Then do it, mask, U-turn." Gao Bing took out the belt from his waist, tied the guy who was slumped in the seat and tied it tightly, then took off the other party's sunglasses and looked at it, and helped him put it on again.

"If he wakes up and dares to resist, or if he makes a surprise move, you have to beware of him sending messages or hurting you." Mo Lei turned around on the spot, slammed the accelerator and drove in the direction of the city, while instructing the coyote, "Then kill him, no matter who he is, kill him, understand?" ”

There was a trace of bloodthirsty madness in his eyes, and the thread in Mo Lei's heart overwhelmed the limit.

If you dare to mess with me, I will kill you.

The coyote's long, narrow eyes narrowed, nodded, and then looked sideways at the rapidly receding scene outside the window, and pressed the dial button on the phone with his left hand and placed it in his ear.

"No one answered!"

Mo Lei and Gao Bing's faces became solemn, and the coyote glanced back at the two of them, revealing a look that Gao Bing and Mo Lei were familiar with: violent and ruthless.

"Don't worry, fight again." Mo Lei stepped on the accelerator frantically, he had already rushed past the three-way intersection just now, and the traffic in front of him began to increase. He didn't care about it, the fifteen minutes that the other party said, there must be something special about it, it was hard to guarantee that they caught the demonic beast, and he had to arrive within the agreed time.

"Hey!"

When the coyote froze, Mo Lei's hand holding the steering wheel suddenly shook and almost hit the car next to him, causing fierce horns and loud curses. The soldiers in the back seat also let out a long breath, and their minds quickly relaxed.

"Listen, we have a little incident, you sit by the kitchen window with your weapon in hand, and the wall is very thick, and the small door on the left leads to the parking garage. Don't worry, they can't get in the parking garage, and they shoot directly when they see someone. Of course, maybe we're overthinking. The coyote hurriedly commanded the beast.

"We're fine, you leave it alone, get all the automatic weapons and bullets around, remember, run if you can, and see you at the next rally point if you're gone."

"If it's okay, we'll be back."

"It's all good, you don't care about us, take care of yourself."

Hanging up the phone, the coyote stuffed the satellite phone into the storage compartment, took a deep breath, and pulled out the pistol with his backhand. In the back seat, the guy's body moved, and it seemed that there were signs of waking up, but he was hit hard again by the high soldier, and the guy was motionless again.

"Be careful not to kill him, and expect to keep the hostages." Mo Lei half-jokingly warned Gao Bing, he knew that Zhou Rui was safe for the time being, and his heart was much more steady. Zhou Rui has only been arrested once, and I'm afraid no one will have a chance to approach him a second time.

After finding a safe place to park the car, Mo Lei added another sentence, which was said to the coyote.

"Don't get blood all over the car."

Gao Bing, who was walking behind him, suddenly felt that Mo Lei was a little terrifying.

……

The dining room is a baroque building with soaring ceilings and huge beams, and the dining tables and chairs are made of heavy solid wood. In a secluded seating, with a candelabra on a table, an accordionist in traditional costume stands in the middle of the aisle, playing melodious accordion music, and a fuchsia carpet with golden geometric patterns. Everywhere shows the nobility and elegance of the past.

The usher hurriedly trotted over and stood in front of Mo Lei, the velvet tuxedo on his body was a little old, and the thin face with a Chaplin-style beard looked very funny. He asked enthusiastically with an exaggerated gesture.

"Welcome, sir! How many gentlemen? Do you have a reservation? ”

Mo Lei, who was standing in the middle of the aisle, looked at the environment of the restaurant, and dealt with the usher in his mouth, "Are you asking me if I have a position?" Of course not, I have a friend who has already arranged a place in advance. ”

On the left side of the doorway, there sat an overweight middle-aged man, wearing a checkered suit that seemed to be about to collapse at any moment.

The woman on the right side of the doorway wears a fuchsia dress, and the lone woman wears a skirt? The gorgeous lipstick and heavy eyeshadow made the woman look dusty, her eyes looked at Mo Lei, the corners of her mouth were picked, and her slightly open lips were like an abyss.

On the third booth on the left hand side of the aisle, against the wall, sit two men in black jackets, one of whom has white jacket sleeves. Both were in their thirties, their hair was smooth and shiny, their skin was white, and their hands were white and delicate as they were cutting beef.

In the innermost part of the right side of the aisle, the figure of the man was obscured from the high back of the chair, only half of the head was exposed, and the hair was a slightly curly pale gold, close to white. His position faces the entrance, with a cash register on his left and a window with a low curtain on his right.

That's him!

In other words, the only few customers in this restaurant are probably his people.

"So?" The ushers looked at Mo Lei's dress: brown slacks made of cotton, some wide gray T-shirts, and an old baseball cap on his head, and glanced at the restaurant in embarrassment, probably thinking about who could be this gentleman's friend?

"I'm sorry, I saw my friend!" Mo Lei raised his hand and straightened the brim of his hat, sent a signal to the senior soldiers who were watching from the outside and inside, and walked inside with his legs raised.

"I'm sorry sir, please wait a minute."