118. An intermediary

At 5:45 a.m., the coyote walked down from the bus stop in the Lungo district, south of Garasca City, and walked along South Santireal Road into a sleeping neighborhood, covering his head with a hat attached to his coat. His goal was 477 rue de Versailles, one block away, but instead of going straight to it, he continued along Rue de la Santiar-South in the driveway in front of a two-story bulkhead house, and he walked around the perimeter of the dilapidated house to the railing at the back, climbed through the darkness, and then followed the fence to the garage, so that he and his target were across the street.

?? Caracas is an old and noisy city, in Central Park, the difference between the new town and the old town, a young man dressed very indigenous stepped down from the overnight bus, swept around with an indifferent look under the brim of his hat, and strode towards the underpass, his features were reflected in three dimensions by street lamps and neon lights, and his well-trimmed beard looked as if it had been plucked and trimmed and then installed.

Walking down the steps from the exit of the passage, a dozen taxis that were open day and night stopped on the side of the road, and the drivers gathered around each other to smoke and exchange food specially prepared for the night, the pungent spicy smell and the smell of overnight food accompanied by the stench of liquor emanated from the crowd, but the young man did not care, walked to the front of the taxi, and tapped the roof lightly with his knuckles.

"Hi, send me a little." The young man's voice was gruff, and the Spanish was slightly stiff.

“?? Bang bang bang ....... The wagons were knocked "empty".

The drivers looked up in this direction, and out of the crowd came a driver with a beard covering his entire face, with deep wrinkles on his forehead and bloodshot eyes under thick eyebrows. The driver was holding a tortilla in his left hand and a plastic bottle in his right hand, and there was still half a bottle of liquid left in it, and the pungent smell of alcohol could be smelled coming from the plastic bottle and the driver's body from afar.

Shaking his body and walking to the side of the car, the driver put the plastic bottle in his hand heavily on the roof of the car, and before he could speak, he first burped, "Hiccup...... where are you going, outsider!" ”

"Go to Brother Long." The smell of alcohol hit the young man's face, but the guy even blinked his eyes and nodded at the driver with a calm face.

The driver gave a long hiccup again, and then shook his big heavy hand, "Don't go, Brother Long...... no one goes to that place." ”

"It's dawn, there won't be any danger, and I can give you twice as much." The young man was still unhurried to the drivers, he knew that they looked fierce, but most of them were better than the drivers of the country he had just left.

The driver shook his head and muttered a few words, as if calculating how much twice the money was. But he doesn't really care about the dozens of dollars, the country's welfare in the past few years is okay, driving a taxi is just a job.

He calculated for a while, opened the door on the driver's side, and got into the car, but he didn't forget to take the plastic bottle from the roof of the car with his other hand from the window, "Get in the car, I'll give you a ......." ”

……

In front of the coyote is a small two-story single-family house with the exterior walls painted white. He kept his eyes on it, crouching next to a trash can, and the crouching motion made his knees 'pop'.

It's old, and the joints are rusty. He grinned self-deprecatingly.

Mornings in Caracas are a bit chilly, with temperatures supposed to be around 18 degrees Celsius, accompanied by a humid sea breeze blowing from the northwest. The coyote was a little exhausted, after all, he was on the go and moving around all day and night.

After getting off the plane, the coyote saw at least four people waiting for him near the airport, although he was disguised, but to be on the safe side, he chose to stay in a café for a few hours before going around the Caracas Central train station. Then he went to Plaza Bolívar, found a tavern, drank a local beer, and took the bus to Longo, where he transferred to Calle Santiar.

He could have taken a more direct route, but he didn't want to get too early – after all, a man walking down the road in the early hours of a weekday was safer than a man wandering through a violent area in the middle of the night.

Especially when you're surrounded by trained trackers.

He looked at the watch in his hand, it was 6:10 in the morning, and there were still 5 minutes before the appointment with Mo Lei.

His current position is very favorable, this is a surveillance blind spot, looking out from here, there is a GM Buick parked on the left, and a row of garbage cans on the other side, his eyes swept over several areas suitable for surveillance, and he didn't find anyone staring at this small building, but he guessed that someone must be in a nearby building, if the other party is really as powerful as he estimated, it is not difficult for them to guess the purpose of coming to Caracas with Mo Lei.

At 6:13 a.m., the single wooden door of the two-story small building painted brown opened from the inside out, and a fat man wearing only trousers and a shirt walked out of it, holding a suit of the same color as the pants in his hand, and a small crumpled briefcase in one hand.

The fat man stood at the door, closed the door with his backhand, pushed the eyes that slipped down his nose with the hand holding the suit, and then pulled the pants that fell down from his belly with difficulty, frowned and walked to the gray GM Buick, and after opening the door with the key, he was still standing by the door, with a very serious look on his greasy face.

The coyote also saw Mo Lei, the birdman sitting in a Saab car that he had gotten out of nowhere, parked on the opposite side of the road, with the window rolled down.

Although Mo Lei's dress was very in line with local traditions, with a full sideburns and a bun sticking out of his hat, he made a simple movement with his right hand in the direction of the coyote, telling the coyote not to worry, it is safe and no one is tracking.

"Olisa!!"

The fat man next to the Buick suddenly yelled at Xiaolou.

There was silence in the small building.

"Orissa, if you don't come out again, I'll leave!!" The fat man yelled again, and after the sound fell, people in the other buildings began to shout and curse loudly, meaning who the fuck was yelling and disturbing people's spring dreams or something. The fat man shrunk his neck, his expression was nervous, and he just stared at his small building fiercely.

The door of the white building squeaked open again, and a round fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl ran out of it, the jeans on her legs stretched the muscles into strips, and the white flesh around her waist under the tight T-shirt hung down to block the belt, and the round head seemed to grow directly from the shoulders, and the blonde hair was still tied into small braids, and the green eyeshadow was matched with red lipstick, looking unruly.

"Why are you dressed like this?"

When the fat man saw the little girl's dress, he couldn't help but be startled, and asked in a low voice. The little girl shook her head, raised her face and looked at her father through her nostrils, opened the door of the back seat, and sat down in the car.

The sinking of the Buick is visible to the naked eye. The coyote smacked his tongue, how heavy it was.

The fat man shook his head helplessly, reflexively sat in the driver's seat, started the car and left.

The coyote Mo Lei's Saab drove more than ten meters ahead, then slowed down the throttle, jumped out of the dumpster and jumped on Saab.

"Safe, right?" Mo Lei hung the manual transmission Saab to third gear and followed the fat Buick unhurriedly.

The coyote reached out and patted Mo Lei's shoulder, "Safe and ruthless, do one in Medellin, and probably throw a few here." Have you confirmed this person? ”

"Confirmed."

The morning light awakens the old area of Longo, and the dark street shows its real face in the light, a mess of deep puddles in the middle of the road, plastic bags tumbling on the street under the morning breeze, and garbage littering the road. A sprinkler truck drove slowly through the street, a little broken horn playing "Merry Christmas Song", and the driver of the car was listlessly sipping a half cigarette, probably mentally calculating the time to get off work.

"It's sprinkled in weather like this." Coyotes are full of question marks, the streets are wet after the rain, the leaves are stained with water in the morning light, and there are even sprinkler trucks in such weather.

"I saw it when I came over just now, and at first I thought it was someone who was following us, but it turned out to be a sprinkler truck." Mo Lei snorted exaggeratedly, his eyes glued to the gray Buick in front of him.

The coyote's knuckles snapped, "Masquerade, you'll beat you up again, goosebumps fall to the ground...... don't get so close, there's no car on the street, it's too fucking obvious." ”

"He's on his way to school, so let's just go to the front and follow." On the deserted street, there were indeed only two or three cars, and Mo Lei simply slammed the accelerator and walked in front of Buick. He reached out and adjusted the rearview mirror so that he could observe the movement behind him.

"You concentrate on driving." The coyote leaned back in a chair and looked back, "I told you to stop, and you stopped." ”

"Sounds awkward." Mo Lei held the steering wheel with one hand, "It's almost there." ”

Sabo suddenly made a U-turn at the intersection ahead of him and stopped on the side of the road, nearly falling out of his seat. He cursed loudly to show his displeasure.

"Arrived?"

"See for yourself."

Behind them, the gray Buick drove into the right-hand side of the road with a sign on the road showing the school sign and the time it was closed to traffic.

"Don't worry, it's a dead end, and the fat man has to get out."

The coyote nodded, "So where do we do it?" ”

"Don't say it so ugly, how to call it hands-on, we need his help. Damn, I guess Tang Jian, this buddy, won't care about us. Mo Lei hung Saab into neutral and rolled the window open on one side.

The coyote pursed his lips, his thin face a little impatient, "It's actually the same when we find it ourselves." ”

"I ask you, are you familiar with him?? He, since he is still outside to pick up work, he must be different from the Warcraft, and the door is clear. If we go straight to the past, this guy will ignore us, and he may even make us stumble and something like that. Mo Lei shook his head.

Coyote laughed, "No, I don't have much to do with him, but after all, they are all revolutionary comrades, haha." ”

"You see you're not confident in yourself. Coyote, we go to him through his intermediary, it is a sign of respect for him, and it is not necessarily for him to go out of the mountain, as long as it can help us figure out the contents of the USB flash drive. ”

Mo Lei paused, his brows furrowed, "We don't have much time. ”

The coyote also fell silent, he touched his hands together, "I don't know what happened to the Warcraft, if it is really those bird feathers in the United States that are following us, then the things in this USB flash drive are really important." Now that we can't contact the Warcraft, if something goes wrong with this old man, we will die a hundred deaths. ”

"I'm not worried about this, if the Warcraft really starts, it will be worse than the two of us, but I'm worried that he will kill people and then leave generously, in fact, it's not a last resort, we don't need to do anything with those people in the United States, of course, I don't know who it is, wait for them to show up."

Mo Lei thought about the few people who teased Athena in the legend and was killed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The coyote suddenly stretched out his left hand and patted Mo Lei's shoulder, "Come out, follow!" ”

"Don't worry about Warcraft, he'll be safe. Think about how to talk to Tang Jian today, I won't speak. Mo Lei smoothly drove the car off the side of the road and followed the Buick for about 5 parking spaces.

Thin lines of rain began to fall in the sky, staining the brightly colored city gray.

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